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One night I dreamt my one of my mother's friends was about to get my mother killed by shooting her. In my dream I knew that they wanted to kill her but they told me that I must not tell anything otherwise she is going to kill me too. Anyway when it came to the push I just stood there and they was about to pull the trigger but they didnt do it. In the rest of the dream I was scared the whole time that they would try something else to get my mother killed. This dream really made me sad for a long time and I couldnt forget about it

I am walking through sand, i can barely hear the sound of some kind of birds in the background. There is something in the sand up ahead of me, and it kind of looks like a ball. As i get closer i hear a voice asking me to help. Then the voice asks me "why, why did you do this?" Even closer I hear the voice crying in a low pitiful moan. I keep walking and start to step over the ball and look down. I look straight into the eyes of my fiance. My fiance is buried neck deep in the sand and is crying. He opens his mouth and a fowl smell of feces comes out, but now words. I reach down for him but for some reason my hands never reach all the way to him.its like he is slipping farther down away from me. His voice is heavy with pain as he as continues to ask me why i did it.

I woke up in my dream and I was not in my apartment. I was in a house and there were four older women there. I can't remember what they were saying, but one of them stood out to me. She had short cut silver hair, and she was brown skinned. I walked to a door and stepped out on the porch and thought this is not my place. I didn't see my son or daughter in the dream, but I having thoughts of them and thinking they had something to do with me not being in my apartment. I remember waking up and becoming aware I was dreaming, and then I went back to my dream, in which I have not a lot of memory.

I was in a train station, I was riding a red bike around the train station. I knew in the dream that I was there a lot, because the train director/ janitor knew me very well. As I am riding my bike around in a circle the train director/ janitor comes up to me and tells me I have to go home because my mom just called and told me my dad was dead. I initially was upset but then I told myself that I cannot be upset just yet until I am sure that it was the director just said. I told him to repeat himself, but he would not repeat himself. I began yelling at him telling him he has to repeat what he just said, but he kept saying other things like “go home, your mom just called”. So I go back to my house, there are a lot of people there. I go outside into the backyard and my cousin Evan is out there. It is very muddy in the back yard and I walk to the edge of it and see there is a low stone wall that sections off a corner of the yard. I think to myself that this must be the place we will bury my dad. I ask Evan to help me move a bench. He helps me move it and now on the edge of my entire yard is a larger stone wall, about 6 or 7 feet high. I notice that there is a broken section in the wall and ask Evan to help me move the bench to the broken section of the wall. When I look out through the break I see that instead of my neighborhood beyond it there is a great ocean, with many hills and cliffs off to the side. There are sailboats in the water, and I feel relieved. I go back inside my house and in the master bedroom (my bedroom) my mom is sitting on my bed. I wonder why she is in my room, she talking to some unknown person who is standing in the corner. I interrupt her conversation to ask her what is going on. I do not want to ask her because I can see a look of worry on her face, and I do not want to remind her about dad being dead because I know she will break down. But I know I have to know what happened, so I ask her what happened to dad. She says to me “what do you mean?” and I look behind me and see my dad is right behind me wearing his normal Hawaiian shirt. I look at my mom and I ask her “well then who died” and she tells me my grandmother died.

I was in a train station, I was riding a red bicycle around the train station. I knew in the dream that I was there a lot, because the train director janitor knew me very well. As I am riding my bike around in a circle the train director/ janitor comes up to me and tells me I have to go home because my mother just called and told me my dad was died dead. I initially was upset but then I told myself that I cannot be upset just yet until I am sure that it was the director just said. I told him to repeat himself, but he would not repeat himself. I began yelling at him telling him he has to repeat what he just said, but he kept saying other things like “go home, your mom just called”. So I go back to my home house, there are a crowd cluster lot of people there. I go outside into the backyard and my cousin Evan is out there. It is very muddy dirty soggy dark in the back yard and I walk to the edge of it and see there is a low stone wall that sections off a corner of the yard. I think to myself that this must be the place we will bury graveyard my dad. I ask Evan to help me move a bench. He helps me move it and now on the edge of my entire yard is a larger stone wall, about 6 or 7 feet high. I notice that there is a broken section in the wall and ask Evan to help me move the bench to the broken section of the wall. When I look out through the break I see that instead of my neighborhood beyond it there is a great harbor ocean, with many hills and cliffs off to the side. There are sailboats in the water, and I feel relieved. I go back inside my house and in the master bedroom (my bedroom) my mom is sitting on my bed. I wonder why she is in my room, she talking to some unknown person who is standing in the corner. I interrupt her conversation to ask her what is going on. I do not want to ask her because I can see a look of worry on her face, and I do not want to remind her about dad being dead because I know she will break down. But I know I have to know what happened, so I ask her what happened to dad. She says to me “what do you mean?” and I look behind me and see my dad is right behind me wearing his normal Hawaiian shirt. I look at my mom and I ask her “well then who died” and she tells me my mommom died.

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