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I left my husband and children at his work and went to run some errands. I called my husband on my way back to let him know I was on my way. His speech was very garbled and I couldn't understand what he was saying. When I got to his work he was waiting with the children. We both had cars, so the kids went with him and he was going to follow me. I was on the street and he was in the parking lot, so he was driving parallel to me looking for a place to exit. I lost him, and pulled over to the side of the road to wait. I got out of the car and locked it. I saw up the street a friend who was the one who introduced me to my husband. He was having trouble with his car. Some kids were crashing a drone into the back of it. I went to him and smacked the drone to the ground and pointed at the kids to let them know I knew where they were. I then returned to my car and found that it had been stolen. This was very upsetting and confusing because I knew I had locked it. I got my phone to call my husband to tell him my car had been stolen. I couldn't get my phone to work and began taking it apart to see what was wrong with it. A girl I didn't know came over and tried to help by dumping oil into it. I didn't know if it was ruined. I became so upset I woke up.

I walk along a country path in an empty, tall grass field. I see a wooden table with a luxurious tablecloth. It is luxurious in colors of gold, red and purple. There is fringe. Under the tablecloth is a marble mantle clock. I pick it up to carry it. It leads me through a portal to black space. Standing in black space, a gigantic white with pink lotus flower gently floats past me. It glows. In the distance a giant peony, or old fashioned rose,white with a soft pink hue, floats. It glows. Eventually, I float to the right. Ism carrying a marble clock that points the way to an old, grey rock structure. There are stairs leading upward. At the top of the stairs, is a large, wooden arch doorway. I press the metal ring to open the door forward. It opens the way to the interior of a church. I walk down the center aisle to the front of the church. I am wearing a white peasant dress and see that I am barefoot. My hair is long blond, and tied loosely in a braid. I am a young woman. As I face the front of the church, rays and beams of sunlight pour down from above. I stand in the light rays soaking in the warmth and the bliss. I am filled with joy and begin to weep with happiness. I glance out the window the the right, and there are roses climbing up the side of the wall. White doves flitter in the rose bushes and fly around the window. I am overwhelmed with gladness and peace.

My grandfather recently passed away, 4 months ago. I was with him when he passed gently at 93 years old and in reasonably good health. In my dream, my uncles and mother had led me to believe he had died but instead they moved him to another seniors home. I found out and was trying to find him. i could see him and he couldnt understand why I never came to visit him anymore but I couldnt get to him to tell him I was told he had died. In my dream I kept telling myself this cant be, I was there with him when he died. I SAW him. How can he still be alive and why would I have been lied to and why can I not get to him now to tell him I didnt know he was still alive, thats why I hadnt come.

Standing in black space, a gigantic white with pink lotus flower gently floats past me. It glows. In the distance a giant peony, or old fashioned rose,white with a soft pink hue, floats. It glows. Eventually, I float to the right. Ism carrying a marble clock that points the way to an old, grey rock structure. There are stairs leading upward. At the top of the stairs, is a large, wooden arch doorway. I press the metal ring to open the door forward. It opens the way to the interior of a church. I walk down the center aisle to the front of the church. I am wearing a white peasant dress and see that I am barefoot. My hair is long blond, and tied loosely in a braid. I am a young woman. As I face the front of the church, rays and beams of sunlight pour down from above. I stand in the light rays soaking in the warmth and the bliss. I am filled with joy and begin to weep with happiness. I glance out the window the the right, and there are roses climbing up the side of the wall. White doves flitter in the rose bushes and fly around the window. I am overwhelmed with gladness and peace.

I was in a dark room. No light, no sound, no nothing. Silence. A small little light turned on. I saw myself walking towards the edge of the room, towards it. Suddenly, I walked off the edge. I fell but I didn’t hit the ground. I just kept falling, screaming, but no sound came out. Then, the room did a somersault, and I saw myself on the ground. Suddenly, the room lit up. Grandma was standing next to me. An eerie whirring noise, like you would hear in those Alien-Invasion movies, filled my ears as she walked towards me, reaching out. Poof! She touched me, and disappeared into a cloud of dust. “Grandma!” I screamed, but only me hearing it. The room kept spinning, and everything went completely white.

I was sitting in this dark room and all I heard was someone saying my name all creepy like. When they said my name 5 times the lights came on. I was in a very small room almost the size of my closet a little bit bigger. which my closet isn’t that big. When the lights came on my best friend was standing right in front of me. I was tied up so I couldn’t go anywhere or do anything. Then all of a sudden I got the feeling that I was falling. And then I woke up.

My grandfather recently passed away, 4 months ago. I was with him, holding his hand when he passed gently at 93 years old and in reasonably good health. I am currently having a painting done of he and my grandmother in their WW2 uniforms that will hang in the local military museum (he never new I was having it done as it was only after he passed I found an artist for it)... In my dream, my 3 uncles and mother had led me to believe he had died but instead they moved him to another seniors home. I found out and was trying to find him. I could see him and knew he couldn't understand why I never came to visit him anymore but I couldn't get to him to tell him I was told he had died. In my dream I found out he knew about the painting. I kept telling myself this cant be, I was there with him when he died. I SAW him die. How can he still be alive and why would I have been lied to and why can I not get to him now to tell him I didn't know he was still alive, that's why I hadn't come.

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