Recent dreams containing study

I dreamt about my best friend and my ex crush in a same room with me and then my ex crush was interested in my book which I study Because it was common to what she has studied then I was suddenly hurt due to a cut on hand due to some sharp object by myself and then they helped me and then me and my ex crush had sex while she was caring for me

I'm a man in my dream I was wearing a long women dress and a Victorian wig walking in a familiar place I used to live a few years ago when the store clerk who was in the same building where I used to live noticed me approaching and began to study my face muttering: “A woman?!” I did not look at him or pay him any attention until I arrived at my house my father met me inside carrying my little four year old nephew in his arms ready to take him out pointing to his slippers: “These new slippers are mine. Don’t wear them by mistake, okay?” I took off the wig so he wouldn't notice it while I nodded.

After a few years of college, I had to retake the DSE candidate exam. I don't want to review, I only have basic concepts left, and I can only do it in a hurry. I scanned the materials two hours before the exam and joined the study group in the dormitory. The wild man slept and played music loudly.

I saw that I'm studying in us and my friends are celebrates attending a School function with friends then when there was a powercut then one psycho killed one of my classmate .when teachers came to know about that they asked to move to another room that's to make us safe but even in this room some of my friends can see that psycho and then when the investigation starts we can't find shoe size 42 in school wardbood and we came to know that he ranaway .And then we want to collect our staff to go home .

I was in a school which was totally different i used to study, i see my old classmates, and my younger brother study with me. The School has no walls it was open school. And a teacher Come to ask me a question "how to record audio in computer?" I replied. Then I was changing the seats again and again with my friends.

I had a dream about my lover and me caught by my grandma and i convinced her to he is my study partner that's all. But he is my friend and now a days my all dreams are about my lover.

I am studying BBARIL in Realil Management and my dream is to get job in big company like google microsoft.

My parents are studying in Dakar town in Senegal when I was born in February 27th 2004. I am Nérice Diass MARIZA a girl of 17 old from Burundi.As my father cross a long way from Bujumbura to Dakar I hawe a dream every night to cross along way from Bujumbura to Milhaukee to study and in my dream I always see the Liberty Monument Email: marineridiass@gmail.com

I stopped my daughter to get married . i begged her to study and i cried a lot and later she agrees

I walk from the upper floor, where the higher years mingle, down to the 2 1/2 floor. I look into glass walled study rooms. A girl I am interested in is there. She comes out and greets me with an uncharacteristcally friendly hug. She looks excited and relieved about something. She leads me towards the stairs that lead out of the building to a beautiful sunset over neatly kept lawns. Before we can decend she is urged by someone on her research team that something needs to finalize some details before submitting. She obliges and implores me to go ahead and she will catch up. I kiss the top right corner of her face and she rushes off with her team. I turn back the way I came to the open stairs that are white, unsupported, and look like they were built to replicate orbital paths. The roof makes the building look spherical. I walk downward and see some friends. I greet them without stopping. Something is on my mind. I have some objective, but I don't know what it is. The whole building shakes and the other stairs fall. People disappear without a trace. I notice a man wearing a dark pink or extremely faded red sweater with the hood up. He seems to be bald. He has a brown and round goatee. He is standing on a scaffolding a floor above me and about 10-20 meters ahead of me. He is armed with a rifle he needs two hands to fire. He sees me and lifts the gun against his should and fast walks towards an exit that leads outside of the building. I wake up in an apartment room. The walls begin at my hips. Beneath the wall there is just a railing like on a flimsy deck. I can see the floor below me. It's a hotel lobby. It's dirty and the lights make everything a shade of piss yellow. The door has a lock, and an opaque window that takes up most of the top center. There is a second opaque window that is as tall as the door on the same side as the lock on the door. Someone in the lobby came and asked about me. I lay down and pretend to be asleep since they could see me if I was standing. The man at the desk points to my room. The man asking about me is dressed in all black and is wearing a comically large brimmed hat with a red feather. He pulls a 2 meter long weapon from his suit case and aims it towards where he thinks I am sleeping and fires. It's less than a few inches from my head. The whole pours out light, white debris, and doves mixed in with both. I roll frantically, open my door and run as fast as I can away from the lobby. I exit the back door and see a bowling alley. People are bowling and buying booze. I am a little flabberghasted because just the night before it was a theatre. I remember following a young woman in a purple dress outside. She was crying, her boyfriend commanded her into the car. It was an expensive looking car. Her hair was done up in a nice looking bun. She saw me come to her rescue and she smiled and wiped her tears away and got into the car. Regardless of last night it was currently a bowling alley. The person behind the bar was an old friend. He offered me a beer. I drank a couple sips and thanked him before running out the far door and seeing my world. I was 20 years in the past outside of a thrift store wearing a varsity jacket and remembering when this thrift store used to be a bowling alley when I was a kid.