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I dreamed that I was at a funeral which was taking place at the church I attended growing up. For some reason, it felt like there was a connection to ovarian cancer, which did not surprise me as my mother had died of ovarian cancer 7 years ago. The odd thing about this dream is that sitting directly across from me in the dream was a man and two young girls. The man was a guy I dated in high school and went to my senior prom with. We didn't go to the same church growing up; we weren't even the same religion. I was raised Lutheran and he was Catholic. I have not seen or heard from or about this old boyfriend since maybe the late 1970's. The last I knew, he was going to college to be an accountant. (This is where everyone usually laughs, but wait....) This dream was so vivid. It stuck with me throughout my day, in fact several teachers at the school where I volunteer asked me if I was ok....I just seemed very preoccupied. I was so bothered by it, that when I got home, I did a google search using his name and profession (CPA), and it was the very first item that came up that has made this dream somewhat freakish. The item was an obituary....for a woman....the wife of my old boyfriend ....she had died 2 weeks earlier....of ovarian cancer....and they had two young daughters. Mind you, we don't live in the same state, in fact our lives took us in different directions. I married someone who was in the military and spent 20+ years as a military wife. We moved 15 times in that 20 years. Other than having dated this guy in high school and having lived in the same town at one time, I had no contact with nor did I hear anything about him or his life since the late 70's.

I'm an apartment, DF's apartment, my recent stepfather. This is nothing like his actual house however, though I wasn't thinking like that at the time. The colors of the house are pale, boring, light grey, white, and a shade of tan that barely makes it any brighter. Directly to my left is a large, hardwood table, seen through a pale lens of colorlessness. Farther forward of that it a kitchen, with marble tops and light grey counters, still no contrast or brightness. To my right, and slightly forward is a living room. The wraparound couch is pale tan, badly accentuated with white and light grey pillows. I take a few steps into the living room, and soft plush meets my toes. Looking down, there is light grey fluffy carpet in between my feet. A foggy glass sliding door at the end of the living room. I sense rather than feel the other people in the house. DF, my stepdad, MOM, my mother (Who else?), and my stepbrother, CC. The rest of my immediate family is nowhere to be found, but my thoughts barely brush upon this subject without any feeling of alarm or surprise. Scene change. I'm outside. The sky is a bright blue and the grass is so light it almost looks like frosting. The fence is a wooden color, pale by any normal standards, but neon in comparison to the inside of this house. Our house/apartment rests on the side of a hill, and I see thousands more of the houses spread around us. The hill is alarming steep. A fence surrounds our house except for a small break in the back right corner. Accompanied by neighborhood kids and my brother, CC, I run towards the exit, looking for something adventurous. The rest is a joyful and exciting blur of running around the hillside, and finding an odd stairway that circles downwards. The end of the 'hill' is actually a small hang over, and the staircase is a circular structure leading to a raised concrete wall with a little over a foot of space under it. I remember running down these stairs, feet hitting it and making a loud ringing sound due to the metal structure, even with the actual steps being made of concrete. I remember worming under the wall with someone, hiding and trying to muffle my laughter and quick breathing. Later, I return home, the night sky looking purple, with amazing white lights of a variety of sizes glinting down on use like a cartoon sky. Scene change. I'm farther into the living room now, and it's later in the day, according to the sunlight streaming through the glass door. No one is here with me anymore, except KC sitting on the pale couch. She's doing something. It feels like she's watching a movie or playing a game, but I can't see what she's watching or playing. Odd. I ask her where my phone is, and she turns her head to me quickly before turning it back, light hair flying wildly, emphasizing her youth. She directs me to the kitchen, but doesn't know for sure. I walk into the kitchen, The floor is a pale marbled tile, pale cabinets with stone tops. Every piece of kitchenware is hidden from sight, very unusual for our house. You would see a cast iron tool at the very least sitting on the stove, but none of the usual tools are sitting on the counters. I look around me, not seeing it on the gleaming counter tops. Somehow I determine that the last place I had it was outside. I head out with a cell phone, calling my own phone. I kneel down to use gravity to my advantage, sliding down the steep hill speedily, heading towards the stairway. I run down the stairs in a similar manner that I did the night before, but stop halfway, looking down at the dirty patch of grass on the other side of the wall. I don't see a ringing phone, and am about to leave, but I do see something. A black flip phone with an orange back sits there open. I get halfway through a thought, "MY PHONE IS PURPLE, THAT'S NOT---" but the dream takes over, and I can feel half of myself getting excited and running for the phone. I crawl under the wall, my small chest rubbing on the concrete floor and my back rubbing on the thick wall above me. Anxiously, i hurry over to the other side and pick up the phone, still on my stomach. It's not ringing, and the thought finally gets through to me that that was never my phone to begin with. Suddenly, I'm aware of something vibrating in my hand. I look down to the hand that was holding the phone I was calling myself with. Amazingly, I was holding my familiar purple phone.

I ASKED FOR A REASON TO CARRY ON LIVING, I AM DRAWN TO A PATCH OF NETTLES, THAT JUST PART AS I APPROACH REVEALING A TRAPDOOR,I GO DOWN SOME STEPS, THERE IS A CORRIDOR WITH WITH COBRAS SITTING ON STONE BLOCKS EACH SIDE , EACH ONE HAS A CROWN WITH A PEARL. THEY BOW THEIR HEADS TO THE GROUND AS I WALK PAST THEM, LIFTING THEM BACK UP ONCE I HAVE PASSED. AT THE END OF THE CORRIDOR THERE IS A GIANT COBRA WITH A GIANT CROWN AND A GIANT PEARL, I BOW MY HEAD AS THE GIANT COBRA BOWS HIS, I FEEL A WEIGHT UPON MY HEAD, I RAISE MY HEAD AND THE CROWN IS NW UPON MY HEAD, SHRUNKEN TO A PERFECT FIT, THE GIANT COBRA STAYS WITH HIS HEAD BOWED, I WALK BACK THROUGH THE CORRIDOR, THERE ARE GEMS ON THE FLOOR WHICH I KNOW I MUST NOT STOP TO GAZE UPON. THE SMALLER COBRAS BOW AS I PASS AS BEFORE, THE GIANT COBRA KEEPS HIS HEAD BOWED UNTIL I EXIT THE TRAPDOOR.

I was with a couple of my girl friend's we were just hanging out and I got warm, I really needed to change out of the blue dress I was in and I had a yellow sundress that was much lighter and cooler to wear, so I change out of the blue dress and one of my friends helps me put the yellow dress on, I raise my arms and she starts placing it over my arms and head but as she's placing it over my head and I'm reaching my arms in, from nowhere there is now layers and layers of fabric and my arms and head are now stuck and I'm trying to let her know but no one hears me, then the fabric starts to suffocate me and I can't breathe, I'm trying to move and nothing is working, no one notices I'm struggling and suffocating and so I try to stomp my feet but nothing, it's like no one is even there and I can't continue any longer without a breath and I wake up gasping

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