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Backyard of my house down by storage building. With a group of people sitting and chatting. Looked up toward the house and saw clearly came through as my deceased mother sitting in a solitary chair on an empty brick patio. The chair and her were facing forward. I Clearly knew it was my mother by sense as opposed to facial features which were not as clear. She had on the colors black and red, possibly shorts and top. As I looked up and saw her, she turned her head to the right and looked down toward me. I turned to ask the group if my " mother" could join us. I guess I was startled by this and woke up or woke myself up.

I have been having recurring dreams about my grandfather coming back to life. My most vivid one was last night. The dream begins as I get off the plane in Arizona (where my grandfather lived) and he picks me up we reunite in the most glorious way because he has been gone now for a year and a half. And I say to him I can't believe you are here how is this possible. And he replies saying anything is possible. We then do stuff together-- I don't remember what-- but it involves a lot of driving in the car-- something that he always did with us to show us around the area he lived in. Then the dream fast forwards to my parents picking me up from the airport and me convincing my dad that his Dad (my grandfather) was alive and was standing next to me. My dad didn't believe me until my mom told him that his Dad was actually there. Then everyone realizes my grandfather is back and I wake up.

My husband and I were driving down a road. Came to a four way stop. There's a line of cara coming toward us on the road we want to go down, but it's narrow. I drive forward and he says let's see how you do. I realize that there is a huge drop off on my side if the road and if I go to fr to the left at all, our car will fall into the mud. I can't keep the car exactly in the right spot and we fall in slow motion. My side is in the mud. We are both ok. We unbuckle and try to get out but realize that we are sinking and we can't roll down the windows. And we can't open the doors. Then we panic and leave people at my office voicemails. Then I realize we are probably going to die. Then I decide its all a dream and wake up but only in the dream. . .

I was on my ship that I served on in the Navy in the 1980's walking by a compartment and in the compartment I saw 4 NY Yankees from the 1970's - 3 pitchers (Ron Gidury, Goose Gossage, and Catfish Hunter) as well as another player not a pitcher but I can't recall who it was. They all had boxes of baseball memorabilia from the 70's with them. I realized that I had in essence stepped back in time that we were in present day 2012 but they were in essence in the 1970's and could not "reach" me. I also realized that their memorabilia was valuable. For whatever reason I was a real jerk to them - and I knew that there was nothing they could do about it. For example, I told Goose Gossage that he was going to have a hard time getting into the hall of fame, told Gidury that he would become a Yankees pitching coach and nothing more, and told Catfish hunter that he would die a young man of Lou Gehrig's disease. I also told them how successful Reggie Jackson had become. I was also rummaging through their memorabilia and was going to steal some of it. Through all of this they just stood there behind their memorabilia and it seemed as though they could do or say nothing. They were almost like cardboard figures. For whatever reason I decided not to take anything and began to walk out, and as I did I looked over my shoulder and made a wise ass comment, but I don't recall what it was. As I turned again to look forward I saw Joe Torre, Bucky Dent, Craig Nettles, Chris Chambliss, and other 1970's Yankees walking in, but they were not young and in their 20's but as they currently look and in their current age. I remember distinctly that Joe Torre was in front and was holding a baseball bat - he was also wearing sun glasses. It was at that point that I realized that I had not stepped back in time but we were in present day and that these Yankees were all gathering for old timer's day. No one said a word to me and I walked out past the Yankees that came in. Fear and shame swept over me because I knew that my actions would be known to the world. That's where the dream ended.

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