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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 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.

Last night I had long, complicated dreams but the worst one, to cut a long story short, was about putting a chicken in the oven for 4 hours til it was golden brown then putting it on the table and seeing it start breathing and struggling back to life. I opened a window and its legs and head popped out from underneath and it got outside. When it was outside I could see it wasn't a chicken but it grew and turned into a giraffe! It seemed ok, just a nice golden brown colour.

I’m lying on the ground, with blood covering my left leg, and I’m also miscarrying a child. I’m wiping up the blood on my leg with a black towel (like at work, so that stains don’t show up) that’s completely soaked through with my blood and want another towel. For some reason, I have to move from where I’m lying so I stand up and with every step I take, I cry out from the pain. Dad yells at mom each time I cry out, because he doesn’t want me in pain, but won’t come help me himself. I keep moving and keep crying out and soaking up the blood from my leg.

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