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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 was sitting at a table talking to my deceased grandmother. She told me she loved me and was sorry. I felt a cold draft and heard a voice from behind me telling her to shut up. She kept saying not yet. The voice was getting closer and closer. I was at the table and could not move or turn around to see this person. She rubbed my belly, kissed me and all I could make out was not yet. As I was sitting at the table, my phone rang and it was my mother. I answered and she apologized, asked me to tell my grandmother she was sorry. All of a sudden I went into labor and 2 tumors came out. The tumors were on the table crying and moving around. The person who was behind me picked up the tumors and walked away. My grandmother came closer to me and held my hand. when I looked back at this monster who had my babies, he was helping their hands walking away and they were now 2 little twin girls. They turned to me, one said good bye mommy and the other said tell daddy its ok. My grandmother kept telling me not yet.

I was at an (American) football match as a cheerleader with a friend, when my ex, walked out onto the playing field. It was weird though, because he is European and does the other kind of football (soccer). In real life, I still love him, and it ended in a very confusing and painful way for both of us. He said he cared about me, but as we live in different countries, it just cannot be at this time. He also accused me of hiding things from him and that I somehow hurt him by betraying his trust in that way. He said he was asking himself if he really did know me. So it ended very sad. He didn't see me and just walked past looking very unhappy, or angry...? I seem to somehow be happy however, even though in real life I am still hurting. But I point him out to my friend and tell her, 'That's him, isn't he beautiful?' My friend says, 'He's making kissy faces at you.' And I look and say, 'No, I don't even think he saw me, and that's just how his mouth goes.' Everyone was wearing red. Suddenly, I find myself flying up and down in cities and showing off in front of people who look on amazed as I do the impossible. But then I realise that I am supposed to be somewhere. I am trying to get to the city where my ex lives but cannot seem to find the way. I am desperate to get to him. I stop and ask a man at a cafe, and he points over the ocean. 'I can't fly over the ocean' I say, 'I can't swim and it scares me. But if I go over land it will take too long.' Then I suddenly cannot fly. I'm becoming increasingly frantic trying to get to him. I then find myself in a house with strange people which seems to be back in my hometown, who have stolen my handbag which for some weird dream reason holds my ability to fly in it. So I'm really stuck. I meet a girl who admits to stealing it, but will not tell me where it is. I become so upset that I put my hands around her throat and say that I will stop at nothing to get to the person I love. Then I don't really remember how the rest played out before waking, but I'm pretty sure I was still lost and not getting to where I wanted.

I am not certain but I was at my Wedding or wedding rehearsal. A minister showed up from my past in my waking life. (We had only met a few times and there we had a mutual attraction in my waking life. I met him while I was dating my husband but due to age difference and distance, we lost touch with each other). He attended but he was not invited by me or my fiancé, yet he seemed comfortable being there. He did not appear to be upset but he did not talk to anyone there, including myself. My fiancé had a disagreement and ended up not getting married in the dream (we are married in my waking life).

I was at my college buying a history book but never opened it. I went home and turned on the TV and the show Paranormal State was on. I tried to change it but somehow I was glued to it. It was showing a very creepy castle looking place on top of a hill. You can tell that it was somewhere in Europe. Somehow I magically appeared there and I was in the arms of Jesus Christ. He was holding me as he was nailed to the cross. He had a huge wooden stake in his head and was trying to escape. Him and I were talking about life and I told him I will help him escape. I asked him to put me down so I can help him. The cross and him was so close to the ground that he could sit down. I helped him escape but he started to die. He died in my arms.

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