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My ex best friend died of lung cancer last year. We weren't on talking terms and I didn't know about his sickness . Came to know about it when he was admitted to the MICU. and he never returned home after that. I see him again and again. yesterday, I saw him living in my home .. my family was taking care of him. I was humming him to sleep patting him on his forehead like a baby. In the same dream he got fired by some policeman . I tried to save him. pushed him to the ground and covered him by wrapping myself around him but he got shot in the neck from side.. I brought him home back to my mother but then an earthquake hit, and everything started falling apart. he got bruises and blood all over because of the debris and glass peices falling every where, I just kept shouting no no no no I kept praying to god not to let him die but then he died in the dream and I woke up crying. What does it mean?

I was sitting in a hospital office, unaware how I had gotten there, with my friend, Angela, beside me. On the opposite side of the desk sat a nurse who was handing us papers, and asking for our signatures. She was talking for what seemed like a very long time, but her exact words escape my memory. After signing the papers, the nurse walked Angela and I into a different room; it was extremely cold and had one queen sized hospital bed. Ang and I laid down, both tremendously nervous. Angela was crying, but not myself. We ended up having surgery; they amputated each of our right arms, from the elbow down, and reattached them to each other. The last thing I remember before waking up is Angela and I thanking the doctors nonstop for the surgery.

I was sitting in a hospital office, unaware how I had gotten there, with my friend, Angela, beside me. On the opposite side of the desk sat a nurse who was handing us papers, and asking for our signatures. She was talking for what seemed like a very long time, but her exact words escape my memory. After signing the papers, I leaned over the desk to hand them back to the nurse, but I could not reach her. After struggling for a bit, I decided to walk around the desk, but when I tried to stand, I noticed the bottom half of my leg was completely swollen and red. I then realized Angela’s leg looked the same and that we were both in wheelchairs. The nurse came and took the papers from me and then wheeled Angela and I down a long, dark hallway that appeared to be never ending, until we turned into a different room; it was extremely cold and had two small hospital beds. Angela and I laid down, both tremendously nervous. Angela was crying, but not myself. We ended up having surgery; they amputated each of our right legs, from the knee down, and reattached them to each other. The last thing I remember before waking up is Angela and I thanking the doctors nonstop for the surgery.

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