I keep dreaming that my boyfriend is
I keep dreaming that my boyfriend is cheating on me.
I keep dreaming that my boyfriend is cheating on me.
I had a dream my girlfriend kissed someone else in front of me cheating
Seeing mangalsutra in dream means (a hindu sacred wedding neclace)
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I was in a theater or an opera house and I remember running in because I knew there was something or someone I was trying to get away from. I think I knew it was someone with a gun or just someone that would hurt me. I hid in the loft but I had a feeling my loved ones were in danger too. There were cars chasing each other outside and overall I had a feeling of dread.
I am a police officer and when I go to visit my school everyone sees me as an adult and I like the adults. When I go into the teachers lounge a friend that I haven’t talked to in a long time is there and we sit down on the floor and talk. While we talk the teachers lounge turns into a movie theater and I leave soon after. I drive home in my car and I go inside and get ready for a night shift of patrolling, my first night of patrolling and when I try to go into the drivers seat I end up in the back seat. I keep going trying to get into the front seat until finally my car turns into a tricycle.
So the dream starts out with me and my group of friends in some sort of hotel/apartment thing. My ex gf is also there who is part of our friend group (we both still have some feelings for each other). As I'm walking through the apartment/hotel room a kid who I don't know walks by telling me him and my ex gf are going downstairs so I'm like why not I'll come. We come to an elevator, but while we are waiting I notice something strange start to happen to my ex gf. She started to morph into a girl version of her ex bf before me who was a real douche bag, which understandably freaked me out a little bit. The dream then transferred to all of us on the elevator. FYI- me and 8 of my friends got stuck in an elevator at the Tropicana hotel in Atlantic City for 2 hours a week or 2 prior. Everybody seemed to know the deal, as if the elevator was going to drop. We all counted down 1, 2, 3, jump and we all jumped as the elevator plummeted down. When I jumped I also held onto a metal bar that was above me which kept me secure. Falling in the elevator created a huge sensation of adrenaline, like being on a rollercoster, but I was not scared just more of a rush. Somehow the elevator shot out of the shaft that it was falling and we hit the ground in a parking lot. After bouncing a couple times and a few big thuds we landed safely in a movie theater parking lot by my house. It was just me and my ex gf now and we walked off as if nothing happened. She then asked me if I wanted to go to some bullying seminar with her, I then said yes, all you had to do was ask and we started walking together. Everything I look up tells me that falling and descending elevators are negative dream symbols although the dream didn't end negatively and I was not scared during the free fall as if I knew already what to do. Any insight to the meaning s of these dream symbols would be greatly appreciated and if any more background knowledge is needed I'm happy to oblige.
He took me to go see a movie. We originally went with a group, I knew he would be there so I dressed super cute. Then when we got there nobody else showed up but him and I. It was a date. So we went and saw the movie. At first he slid his hand on top of mine. He then put his arm around me and pulled me close to him. My head laying on his shoulder. I felt warm and happy. At one point he pulled his arm off. I looked up at him. He put his hand on my cheek and pulled me in. We kissed. We continued to kiss. We made out in the back of the theater. Then the movie ended. He grabbed my hand and lead me outside. He drove me home. When we got there he walked he to the door. He kissed me one last time before I went inside. I received a text saying that he had a great time. I was never happier.
So I am at my friends house. Just him and I. We both have feelings for the same guy. Even though he likes him he knows that it won't happen so he gives me advice on how to get with him. Then it appears me and the guy I have feelings for are together in a movie theater watching a semi romantic movie. He grabs my hand. I put my head on his shoulder. At the end of the movie he oils me away from the group. He told me he loves me. We kissed. Then he asked me out.
My fiancé and I go to a movie theater and end up having to wait sitting on a bench. We meet 3 random teenage boys we didn't know. Each of the boys had vastly different personalities and acted them out but never spoke a word. My fiancé and I after awhile began to make out in front of them and they still just performed their personalities in front of us.
For the past 2 day's I've had similar dreams. They are both different, but the same thing happens in some shape or form. In the first dream, I was with a choir. It was a big day for us. A big performance was coming. Before the performance, though, we had to sing while someone took pictures. I remember my picture being awful, my mouth was open way too much. All most in an unnatural way. And then we individually sang a song. But I didn't know mine. It was for a grade, so I would have to take it again sometime. Then I was on a roof. Kind of a balcony on the roof. A tall glass building. I'm guessing about 10 stories up. And a girl said it was time to retake it. She had a camera. For some reason, I didn't think I was supposed to sing that song, which I didn't know. And I remember a song in my head. In reality I've never heard of it. It was completely new and it sounded like it could be an extremely popular song. It was a pop song. And the lyrics were really good. I was going to sing the song, but then I suddenly forgot it. And I instead sang Sweet Escape. The girl interupted and told me I wasn't singing the right song. I remember in the dream feeling constant embarrassment. There was a lot more in the dream, that right now I can't quite recall, but that is all in the dream about the choir. In the second dream, I was back in time. I was, I'm guessing, around the 1930's. In reality I'm 15 years old. But for some reason in this time setting my mom was younger. I can't recall how younger. Anyways, I was in a school. I had gym. And I remember being rather unpopular... but that doesn't matter. Later on, I had a big choir performance. On stage, big crowd, lights out, everything was about to start. I was on the top row. There were only four other girls there with me. We were all on the left side. All the other rows were crowded, but there was a clearing in the middle. We were singing Ring Christmas Bells. For some reason, my voice was awful. I sang quietly because of it. It was out of tone and scratchy. At some point the girls and I on the top row were going to do a little routine. I didn't know about it, but I went along with it. I went on the other side. Me and one of the other girls were supposed to spin around each other. From this point imagine the stage from a side angle. The rows of the stage horizontal. She thought was supposed to go right and me left. But for some reason I knew I was supposed to go right. I was determined to stay on the right side. She kept on giving my a funny look. Obviously signaling for me to go to the other side. I didn't. We briefly bumped into each other before she went on the other side. At some point in the song, the choir was supposed to be quiet. I didn't know and continued singing the song. Rather quietly, still. But people heard and gave my funny looks. I stopped, embarrassed. Somehow, I managed to get in the row below. I noticed because when I looked up, I couldn't see the audience. The row below had lots of tall boys that I couldn't possibly see over. Nor could anyone see me. I was the only one at this row. I liked that the audience couldn't see me anymore, then I couldn't embarrass myself anymore. Now go back to viewing the stage vertically. I was still on the left side of the stage. On the right side, a row below me began a group of African Americans. They continued for another few rows. One of them was signaling at me. Trying to tell me to come to her, that she had something important to say to me. I knew her. I reality, I knew her from 6th grade. I was in a different school then. We weren't really close, I don't even remember her name. We were classmates. But in the dream she was a random girl. I didn't want to go to her though. I liked where I was, where no one could see me. Plus it was still in the middle of the performance. I didn't want to draw any more attention to myself. And to get to her I would have to jump over a chair in the middle clearing. Yeah, there were chairs there, like the ones at movie theaters. And once I got to her the people would easily see me. There weren't any tall people in the row below her. I changed my mind, however, when a really tall African American girl sat in the chair in front of the one I was supposed to go to. I then went to her. At least once I got there no one would see me. From there the dream was a blur. I don't remember what she told me. Also, since my first big mistake in the performance, especially the little routine I messed up with the girl, our choir teacher would beat me. Like how teachers did to students back then. Even though I didn't see the teacher, I know what she looks like. I've never seen her in reality. She was an old, skinny, wrinkly lady. Her gray hair is back in a tight bun. She wore an old victorian black dress. Long sleeve and turtleneck. And she carried a teachers stick. The ones they used to hit children back then. And I just knew she was glaring wholes through at me backstage throughout the performance. There was a lot more in this dream too, but this is everything about the choir. In reality I do have choir. But I sing good and never had a bad experience with it. All the choir teachers I've had were real nice. I think these dreams have a more intense, abstract meaning behind them. Any dream experts out there? Please help.
An fbi agent was hired to follow me around because someone want to kill me and i need to be protected. The fbi agent told me to not mind her and continue with my normal everyday life. She said she would always be watching me but would keep her distance. So I decided to go a movie theater with one of my bestfriends. We were sitting watching the movie while eating candy my friend decided to go to the washroom. While she left the agent came up to me and took some candy and placed it in a plastic bag so she could take it to her office for testing. The next day the agent came over to my house with the candy in the bag and a bunch of papers from test she did on the candy. |The agent explained that my friend did not wash her hand after she used the washroom and that I was eating bad candy.
I am going on a field trip with a bunch of classmates. We get to the building (some kind of school) where we are going to apparently be partnered with young kids and do activities with them like swimming (there is a pool). I see my college professor. We are all going to listen to a concert by the younger kids, and the theater revolves. The seats are rubbery. There is a cute little girl my boyfriend and I laugh at affectionately. But abruptly the concert stops and the kids all scatter. We find out we can't mentor the kids because another group is already there mentoring them. I try to find my friends and end up in a claustrophobic place. Finally I get to a deck made of golden wood, and one of my friends' (Kelly's) friends tells me I have to go back and get something they forgot. But Kelly and the other girl will just be playing video games. She doesn't ask politely, and I try to hint at her to ask me politely but she doesn't get it. I get angry and tell her off. My professor sees. We go to a house (a beautiful house that is just a little messy) where Kelly is staying with another family, and the friend gets told off but I feel bad and apologize. We go back to the theater; this time the theater is golden wood in places. A shooter comes into the theater and everyone runs frantically; I am separated from my boyfriend and am calling out to him, panicked because I'm scared he will be killed. I end up in a golden wooden classroom with some kids and a teacher but one of the locks on the closet is broken. I run outside and see one of my friends come in with a gun, followed by the shooter. She shoots him in the head. I call out that my friend (Fleur) has saved the day and everyone cheers. Then I wake up.
At the movie theater with my university friends when a discussion about how to improve the economy is discussed among those in the theater. I offer my opinion but everyone begins to talk over me and I don't think my opinion was heard.