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I was in my mothers house in my old room, my step dad passed away in december of this year so when he was standing there comforting me, was kinda weird, however in the dream my mom had passed and greg was alive, i looked a picture of my mom and fell to my knees crying, my step dad then came down the stairs and helped me up off the floor and said stand tall son, everything is ok...what does this meen, its like the 3rd dream ive had where i wake up balling my eyes out, i cant really rem the other ones i just rem my step dad being there.

That I was giving a blowjob to an ex in the middle of the street and his ask us what was we doing? Then I told him to sneak and meet me in the basement of my house, as I went in the house to go meet him in the basement I saw my deceased grandfather sitting in the front room. I asked him was he doing better and he said no that he was just taking his medicine. Then my deceased grandmother was in the kitchen talking to people and asked me to come here. I then saw my deceased uncle in my sister bed and he lifted hids head up and looked at me.

Rowing on a boat with me being younger in life. Everyone I know is younger in life. I saw people from boarding school and my little brother. My brother myself and a third person (maybe my mother) get into this canoe over calm waters. We are hungry and haven't eaten or had water to drink. We can't catch fish, but there is an iguana or komodo dragon holding onto a stick that protrudes from the water. We row up to it, and I try to pry it off its perch, but it bites me with razor sharp teeth. I then grab a machete and chop it up. But we don't eat it because it tasted terrible, and so we leave it, folded like a shirt, and place it back into the clear water. We keep rowing and reach a beach and the landscape totally changes.

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