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During Super Bowl week Browns coach
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For the past 2 day's I've had
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.
Can you please translate my dream/nightmare? Please...
Can you please translate my dream/nightmare? Please... I really need to know. I'm scared So here is my dream... I dream that... our family was walking in the middle of the night around in the streets then i had this bad feeling, while walking my grandfather said that the place where we are currently passing is known to be hunted but my twin sister and I didnt really paid much attention so we just play and fool around the streets. Cars started running down the streets fast I dont really know where it came from! My twin sister and I can't pass the streets so I hid down but my twin sister was eager so she ran off leaving me behind and I dont wanna be alone in there so i followed what she did,after that me and my sis smiled under a big tree...we were going home my mom,me and older sis... my twin sister and grandfather went home first so i was expecting my twin sister will wait for me at our room to chitchat but she didn't; instead she was at the living sitting in the floor slouching, she starred at me like she was angry but she isn't! She was possesed by something evil...She Grabbed a scissor so I ran off cuz Im really scared then my twin sister who is possesed was grinning; luckily, I found a knife and a scissor! Still...I cant kill my twin... She slit down my throat using her scissors and said "Do you really think I'm joking? F---! Your Dead!" Blood everywhere My mom was crying so as my older sister but my twin is still possesed, My eyes were closing and the onlything that Im thinking is people who needs to be happy---That is the end of my dream.I can remember each details because I just had it and Right now its 3 in the morning. I waked up cuz of my dream...to tell you I'm really scared of sharp things and I'm also afraid of Evil Possesions :( I wish you can translate my dream/nightmare. Thankyou
I've had this same dream twice in
I've had this same dream twice in a night ( 21/3/16). The first dream was sad and the second turned out happy. In the first dream, I was close friends with this boy( I don't know who he is) and we're both 15/16 years old( I'm 15 right now turning 16 in august). The boy has dirty blond hair, muscular arms ( that's all I know of this boy as I have never seen him before)We had just become friends but it felt like we liked eachother but we're to scared to admit it. This boy told me that when he was a little boy he use to get abused by his dad but one day his dad just left. So one day I was at my house with my family and the boy came running to my house and told me his dad was back and after him. We didn't tell my family so when his dad came to the door they let him in and he explained that he was the boys dad. My family left the house to give the boy and his dad privacy but I stayed. The dad had started to abuse the boy again but I stepped in and took the beating meant for the boy. After the dad was done, he left and the boy took me upstairs, cared for my injuries and we both lay in bed side by side. The boy wouldn't stop crying because he felt bad that I took the beating but I reassured him I was fine and would do that again if I had to. The boy still felt sad and blamed him self so he took his life and I couldn't save him. I saved him once from his dad but I couldn't save him then. In the second dream that I had the same night, everything happend the way it happened in the first dream. Me and the boy are friends, he told me he use to get abused, his dad went away, the boy comes to my house because his dad's back. But for some reason I knew what would happen if someone in my family opened the door , so I told my family not to open the door if somone knocks. His dad came to my house, knocked on the door , but no one opened the door. The dad went away after knocking a couple times and I saved the boy from getting abused again. I saved the boy from taking his life. When I woke up, I felt really sad because I remembered that in the first dream the boy took his life because of me. The thought of this is eating me up and I feel like crying due to that, even though I did save him in the second dream. The dream is all I'm thinking about and the boy even though I don't know who he is. These dreams did happen on the same night right after eachother
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We were at atlantis and Fliz and
We were at atlantis and Fliz and Claire were there. So I was walking and Claire was with fliz and she said its so weird how you spend time with fliz and I said So? Aren't you doing that right now? And Claire said "oh." Then I saw Fliz and my mom at a pool and they wanted to race so I joined in and fliz and I went super fast, and I won the first one but Fliz won the second. Later i went to a cupcake place, some of the icing was sloppy but they still looked good. I stared at them for a while and then I started walking away and woke up,
I was working at a daycare, but
I was working at a daycare, but not my usual one, one I was filling in for. It was almost in a summer camp type setting. I was filling in for different lunch breaks, nothing particularly memorable going on. I was walking across the dirt parking lot after just talking with boss and a car was slowly approaching from the driveway entrance. There was a Muslim lady driving a dark brown Sudan, she also worked at the center. She looked to the right before entering the parking lot. I saw a child walking /running freely as if it were a summer camp and kids were roaming free run from somewhere and was to the left of the car. I put my arm up to point at the girl and yell at both to be careful, make sure they were aware of each other , but I could get my breath out in time and lady turned left running over the child. It was almost as if she got sucked under. I ran over, people had gathered , the Muslim/nikab wearing women was asking what to do, like back up and expose child or leave the car on top. I wasn't able to give an opinion before the lady backed the car up. I ran closer to the child and others did too. I wanted to help I yelled out to call 911 but they reached her before me and I said I'd call 911 and told them to help her.( I wanted to take charge, but backed down ) I run and I can't remember what I used to dial but when I'd dialled 911the numbers kept changing after I'd raise the device to my ear. Wasn't able to. I tried my cell and a computer. Eventually so frustrated I decided to run to a business of sorts where a male acquaintance was. He was an ex firefighter . As I ran over the driveway turned to stairs and the child laid motionless on the steps a couple sand toys near by. I asked an adult passerbyer why I they moved her body. They didn't know. No one was helping her but my mission was 911 so it didn't occur to me. Ran to this guys house..was really scared and anxious trying to explain I needed to call 911. He was helping someone when I got there I waited 2-3 seconds then interrupted , at first he got angry as if I was being rude, then was annoyed I didn't come in screaming a instead of waiting 2-3seconds to interrupt . He dials 911 for me and hands me the phone, I explain what happen and hang up. I feel emotionally exhausted at this point break down crying and keep going over images for this kid being run over. Venting to this ex- fireman. I do at this point realize that no one was with her on the steps and think I should have stayed to help and got someone else to call 911. I stay a little while ranting and crying while the man tries to consol me... As I head back to the daycare center I wonder if I should talke the Ativan from my purse. I worried I look too relaxed if I do and people will think I'm cold, but if I don't, I am having a hard time managing myself right now. I didn't make a decision, but I made it back to work and woke up.
I was a boy with short black
I was a boy with short black hair and blue eyes. I was in WWII. All I can remember right now is I was on a beach looking for survivors. There was a lot of debree, but there was no one around. I finally found a dog under what looked like to be a dresser. It was a medium size with long white fur with caramel spots. I looked at my friend and pointed out her dog. Everything flashed black and the beach was full of people and large trucks with storage areas. I was frantically running around looking for the dog from earlier, the same dog. I found it standing next to all my friends and I was a girl again. The dog was standing next to a close friend and I ran over and hugged it. The dog was wearing what looked to be a kelp necklace with little white flowers on it. I tried to get it to come with me but my grind stopped me because that dog was her slave now. I then volunteered myself to be a slave also to be with my dog and I ran around on all fours.