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I had a dream that I was receiving a gift from my great-uncle. I opened it to find what looked like my grandfathers skull or hair, (who passed away 15 years ago). No bone or goriness, just the shape and color of his hair. I turned it over and caw a note taped on the inside. The note read "Merci", ("Thank you" in french, My grandfather was french acadian) and was written in my grandmothers handwriting. The dream basically ended there, I am very curious as to what this may mean. I also had a dream about my grandmother days before she passed away in which she was crouched in the corner of a confessional and she told me that I needed to get to know her. I'm also wondering if these two dreams are related in any way. Please help!

I was in an argument with my ex- girlfriend . We were splitting after a 9 1/2 year relationship. We still lived together and I was going to keep the house. She was upset, angry, and mean to me because I hadn't taken care of the mortgage transfer yet. She was yelling at me to either take care of it or that she was keeping the house and that I would be forced to move out. I was upset because I felt like my integrity was being questioned. I awoke feeling anxious but determined to take care of all of my responsibilities because I had already been working on them. I was very impatient with the progress and wanted everything to be completed as quickly as possible.

I was in school. College perhaps, because I recall being able to call the teacher "professor." I think, even, that the teacher in question was one of my teachers from college. Liz, we called her. Her first name was Elizabeth. I can't even remember what her formal 'teacher name' would be. She was always just Liz. My class and I had a project to do. A last-minute, end of the year project that was thrown together due to poor planning on the professor's part. I had to go to a particularly large classroom - literally quite grandiose, with stacks of bookshelves for some reason lining the walls - and I had to put on a performance for a class of younger students. We were tasked with performing Star Wars - just the first movie, Darth Vader and all that noise. But we had no costumes. Nor did we have any preparation. We had to do it right then. The only costumes we could find were (and this may be dangerous to say around these parts)... animal costumes. Fur suits. All I can remember was being mad. That wasn't what I signed up for. I was failed by the educational system. Failed by my professor. I remember yelling about it, making a scene, in front of the audience, about how much of an utter disgrace the whole thing was.

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