Understand My Dreams

Dreams doctor

First I was helping some man pick something out for his wife. Then me and my two sons were walking around a festival. A group started to do their routine and my oldest son ran into the street and began to do the routine. All by himself. Then it jumped to the hospital. I was there with someone talking about the wedding. There was someone in their bed. I was concerned the room would be clear for the ceremony. So the lady took me to another location within the hospital. I remember vividly that we walked by the men and women bathroom down the hall around a corner. We walked in a pathway into several rooms and ended up at this auditorium. There were people sitting to the left of the room. They had white coats on. I believe it was doctors and nurses. So I started to walk in but there was a practice of a musical going on. Then I kept saying four funerals but I corrected myself and said four weddings.

Its dark out and Im at my house hosting a party with the most popular sexy hot boy at school as my date. The party is in the back yard. I walk through the hallway towards the door at the end wich goes outside. I hear the music and all the people from my class chatting and having fun. I feel energized and happy. When I get to the doorway my boyfriend Sergio is there waiting for me and when he sees me he kisses me in the lips and hugs me tight. He says "hey what's up?" And I answer "well nothing just the usual". I was the preetiest girl in the whole party. I see Giancarlo (my real life crush) and I tell Sergio "hey wait here a minute I'm going to talk with someone" and he says "ok babe" I walk toward Giancarlo through the strangely dense crowd. I talk with him and ask if all the things that happened between us was real and he said that it was but that we couldn't be oyfriend and girlfriend because he'd lose his popularity. When we finished talking I was so hurt because I loved him so much. So I walked back to Sergio. He hugged and comforted me. I liked his looks but wasn't in love with him. I walked alone through the crowd and to the back alley-like way where there was a white door a the end. I opened the door and fell in through the space like funnel and I arrived in a doctor office-like place with three teenage girls like me with robes that covered their faces each spoke to me but I couldn't understand. Soon everything started blurring and moving farther away from me. Their voices sounded distant. And suddenly I woke up.

It was the day before and I was getting ready for a dance recital. I was super excited and I was getting makeup and bringing pretty clothes and everything. The next morning, my mom took me to a cafe to get me cozy before the recital. We were in a big hurry then because we were going to be late and then when I got there, I was tardy but the dance hadn't started yet. I still had time so I was relieved. Then a fellow dancer of mine was welcoming me, and some of the girls were applying makeup in front of the mirror. I thought I should follow lead, but then I realized I had forgotten something major and had to go back. So I went back and I was in this secluded place with mountains near. It was like something from an ancient folktale with mountain tribes. Then, as I was about to go into a little private shop, a few people caught my eyes. They were, like, wearing gangster clothing and they had big beards and kind of looked like hippies. Except they weren't, because I knew they were gangsters. And as they began to stomp, slowly and rhythmically, through the surroundings, I felt a sense of impending doom, and I was waiting tensely. As I waited, they finally attacked and began to shoot people down. It passed quickly, and I didn't remember much of it. When the attack had finally passed, I felt like I had just woken up from a long dream. I knew I had been subject to a shooting, but it felt really surreal. And since so many people were dead, and there was a loudspeaker talking about how people had died in this recent shooting, I was confused. Did I survive? Or was I dead and just a ghost of my former self, pretending to be alive? Anyways, I was really incredulous because I had just survived this shooting and the news had just been here and they didn't even care about what had happened to me. Then I could go back to my school, but now I had missed the recital and my teacher would be angry at me. So I went back to school for a short while and didn't let anyone see me, and I saw all the other dancers and people congratulating them and I felt disappointed I hadn't attended. But I didn't tell my mom anything and we drove to the psychiatrist because we had an appointment that day. However, I didn't want to tell the psychiatrist what happened. I just hung around the hospital lobby for awhile and the doctor at the front was staring at me. I went to the psychiatrist's office for awhile, and we talked, and then I left. Then my classmates began filing into the same hospital I was in. An alarm went off and everyone was told to remain calm and go with their heads down and their arms covering their heads. The scenery kind of morphed into a school and I felt like we were waiting to be dismissed. So anyways, suddenly all my teachers and the students of my school were there. I was bending down with a bunch of boys near me. I think they were joking around. I saw my history teacher speaking to everyone and once, I caught the head of my psychiatrist. People were telling the kids to remain calm.

Had a dream about my grandfather (who is dead) was in the hospital. My uncle (his youngest son) was there laid back in the recliner. I was talking to someone about how they take people to the wrong hospitals and the family have to turn around and ask them to take them somewhere else. So when I got to the hospital the doctor was in the room with him with the curtains closed. They told me to wait for a moment. So when I finally got to come in I saw a man on the bed but that was not my grandfather.

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