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I dreamed of the funeral of a child (who looked alot like me), but she was the child of a step-cousin as it was him and his mother that I saw crying. It was a big funeral, with lots of singing and actually joyfulness that the child was ascending into Heaven. I awakened feeling less burdened, actually, as if it was a good dream. My father recently passed, and I was disinherited in his final will (which was not the will he told me about -- he changed it when he was very sick and medicated and left everything to a half-brother).

Dreamt that my dead mother, my father and I were touring the city looking at house. We visited an up-scale neighbourhood with some nice houses, but then proceed to lower income housing community. The bus we were travelling drove through some dark, narrow pathways. During the trip my mother began search francticaly search for a vase / container. ( I don't know why she needed the vase) I told her to wait until i went shopping, but she was not willing to wait. I spotted a glass jar, deep blue colour, in one of the neighbouring house i we were passing by. I took it. The bus stopped and I came off and place the vase/jar on what appears to be ledge. A stranger, a man, proclaim the vase/jar to be his. I told him to take it, I was just looking to plant some flowers. He was upset about his vase/jar being stolen and so I paid him $2000 (which i borrowed from my Dad) for his worries and returned the jar. I awoke from the dream.

I was laying on my stomach in the middle of a cobbled street at night. I saw a black rat scuttle arond. Next thing it had jumped on my back. It began to cling to me. It did not bite me, but gently nuzzled my neck. I was very scared. My father (who is dead) was watching from behind a low wall nearby. He told me not to worry. He got a piece of string, with some sort of bait on the end and managed to coax the rat away. I got up and ran. I met up with my father later. I asked him if he had killed it? He replied 'No,' He had let it go.

I was looking for my mother whom recently was murdered in a domestic violence incident. I don't know why. It was night time, and I approached this single story white apartment building, that I'm familiar with, that a former friend of mine lives at. It has woods on both side of the property with a small canal in the back. When I approached the building, I noticed that there were no vehicles on the property, and assumed she was not there. When I turned around, there was a brown van parked there that I recognize as being one that she took from my father (he was NOT the one who killed her) and she was going through the back of it. I decided to walk away and as I was walking away she began calling out for me, but I ignored her and kept walking.

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