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What does it mean if I can't breath in a class room, only if I open the window and bend out of it while the others in the same room haven't got any problem with the room's air?

Hi Kashya,
To dream about the air, symbolizes creativity and intelligence. If the air is foggy or polluted, then it suggests that you thought process or mind is clouded.

To dream that you cannot breathe, indicates that you are feeling exhausted. People who suffer from asthma often have dreams of not being able to breathe.

To dream that you are in a classroom, indicates that you may be learning an important life lesson. Alternatively, it symbolizes personal growth. You are learning something about yourself.

These are interpretations from the site..if you analise them to your personal experience you may find connections...I cant really add anything as I dont know much about your personal life..hope that helps..

Thought does occure to me, that maybe you feel others have it less difficult than you...and maybe they actually do. If you are at school then maybe you have been working overtime and having difficulty processing it all...

I also go to school actually and others are mostly superior beings relieving themselves with floral scent compared to me:/ But what can bending out of a window mean? When doing this, I hadn't got any problem with breathing the fresh air.

The fresh air thing might be a pun an 'a breath of fresh air'. Maybe the inside air being stale, easily breathed by others represents something old, and leaning out of the window is to go beyond into something new...
below is what the sight said about windows;
"To dream that you are looking out the window, signifies your outlook on life, your consciousness, point of view, awareness, and intuition. You may be reflecting on a decision and seeking guidance. Or you need to go out into the larger world and experience life. ""

Hello. I once had a dream that was so vivid, I thought I was actually watching it in real life. Please bear with me since it is a bit long. It is going to be a 2 part post.

My old church is two story high. The day started out a beautiful, cool, and sunny. I parked my car under a tree about a block away. As I was walking towards the church, the sunny light began to dim. I look up and saw that the big blood red moon began to eclipse the sun. It looked like reddish moon was destroying the sun instead of just covering it. The winds started to pick up and the winds were getting to be hurricane strength, but the funny thing is, the winds didn't affect me at all. I could see the trees swaying in the wind and bending low. I was still about 1/2 a block away from the church, and I looked back towards my car, and standing next to it was what looked like an angel. It told me not to worry about anything and to continue inside the church. I nodded to it and said thank you. I started walking back to the church and looked up at the sky again, and couldn't see anything at all. All of a sudden it was pitch black, but I could still see clearly! The red moon turned black and the sun was fully covered. I finally made to the church door and could hear the congregation inside hysterically praying and crying. I was about to go inside the main room to see them and to reassure them that everything was fine, when I saw another (same) angel step in front of me and stopped me from entering. It told me that it was not necessary to join them. Again I nodded to it and said thank you. I turned away from the main room and...

went to the stairs. The stairway had huge windows surrounding it. I sat down on the top step and watched the moon covering the sun start to move away, heard the wailing wind, and could just barely hear the congregation praying. I then realized that I had nothing else to do at church, that it was time to move on. As I was heading back down the stairs, a child of about 5 years old, showed up, we walked toward the main room, and he informed that a visitor was waiting for me at the front door. The child reminded me of a very special person that I love and admire, and who was dead. The child smiled and hugged me before going back inside the main room. I looked at the visitor at the door and again it was the angel. It told me: 'Remember this: we are always with you. As long as you can hear us, we will join you. Whatever you do don't look back.' It pointed back to my car. There were trees and other debris from the wind scattered alll over the street. As I walked back to my car the winds were stronger and howling. It was still pitch dark but I could still see good. All of a sudden I heard what sounded like splitting wood, and cries of anguish. I got to my car and as I was unlocking the door, I heard a loud boom. I didn't look back, but I knew that the church had been destroyed. As soon as I was back inside my car, the moon moved away from the sun, the winds die down, and again the day was back to being beautiful, sunny and cool.

I was a teenage boy and I was travelling to Russia by train with a gangster's daughter, to take her virginity there:D