Dreams history

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.

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Last night I dreamt I was witness to my family's history in America from pre-revolutionary times until the present. I saw my ancestors interacting with Native Americans and teaching them how to understand English. I saw buildings sprout from the earth that had been underwater only seconds before. As the time periods changed, buildings disappeared and new ones appeared in their places while the people around me appeared in clothes appropriate to the period. Just before I awoke, another group of buildings was emerging just as everything was being covered with earth. I escaped by riding on the cupola of the tallest building. It wasn't until then I realized I was bring observed by a group of people who existed outside what was going on, just as I had been observing the action in my dream.

I was given a book by a guy that I like. He said he wrote it himself. As I was looking at it the pictures in the book started to move. The story was on the history of Valentines Day and how it was a pagan holiday and how secular it is. After I finished the book, he was smiling brightly at me and hugged me and was about to ask me a question when I awoke from the dream.

I drove to a hospital and parked my car. I ran inside. I was wearing hospital scrubs with my hair half back. In the basement I walked up a ramp. Ryan was waiting for me. He told me I looked beautiful. He shirt was a dark blue Georgetown hospital scrub. He was just about to leave. As soon as I saw him I emotionally hugged him. I told him I missed him. He asked me for my computer to show me something funny and sat down. I was standing up and pulled it away from him to clear the history but said I had to send an email.