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First i was in my grandmas house and i was seeing that she was remodeling her kitchen and she was putting in the black and marroon tiles i had suggested. then I was in Cabo San Lucas with my family and my grandma was also there, then we flew home but on the way home, my grandma took a different flight and hers crashed and she died. The next scene i remember is that i was in her living room and then i saw her body standing upright. she was not moving though. then i was super sad and i got these special brownish pills and put one in her mouth and she revived for like 5 mins or something. im not really sure, it was a dream so it was confusing. anyways i also remember being in a plane and i saw my grandma was in there and i was trying to prevent her death or something, i dont really know. i also remember a scene somewhere in the dream when i was looking at a looong brown book thingy next to her standing dead body and i heard a voice of a woman coming from the book, but it didnt seem like my grandmas, so i asked my mom "what did grandma sound like when she was little" and she responded "idk, lemme see the book" so she put it up to her ear but she didnt hear anything so i figured maybe only i could here it. it was a woman talking about her life, like a diary. when i woke up from this dream i was crying and it was very sad. in real life, my grandma is pretty old (88 or 89 or 90) and shes in ok health, but recently within the past year or so her health has declined, shes had a hip surgery and then a few complications from it, nothing very serious or life threatening though. Just thinking id add that info.

The setting of this dream took place at four-year University in the student gift shop. Teachers and students were nonchalantly conversing in the shop, like they would on an average day. Mr. Roopchand happened to be one of the teachers conversing in the shop, amongst other teachers. The place where the teachers were discussing “teacher things” was by the clothing rack on a blue polka-doted carpet. All of a sudden, thin, thorn-covered vines began slithering across the carpet toward the teachers. The teachers remained unaware of the vines, and continued their conversations. The vines made its way to the oblivious teachers and crept up their bodies until it reached their thick necks. It wrapped itself, repeatedly around each teacher’s neck that was standing on the carpet, and began to strangle them. The teachers had no chance. Before they could even begin to fathom what was happening, they took their last breath. Although they did not fall to the ground after being strangled to death, as most would expect, they stood in place, as if they were statues. As I stood on the tile floor in utter and complete disbelief, I noticed a correlation between the teachers who were talking on the carpet, and the students who were conversing on the tile floor across the room. I came to a random conclusion that speaking while on the carpet causes vines to appear and strangle the person committing the innocent act. I have absolutely no idea where my conclusion stemmed from. I rushed over to the students to warn them about the absurd and horrific event that just occurred. I told them word for word what happened to the unfortunate teachers, and begged them not to speak while on any type of carpet (good thing only half of the store was covered in carpet, and the rest in tile). The students walked out in oblivion and silence; even though they were stepping on tile. They took no risk. As the students and I walked out of the gift shop, a female student completely disregarded my warning and held a conversation while sitting on the grass under a shaded oak tree, cackling away. I whispered under my breath. "I hope she get's choked by a vine", unexpectedly, a vine appeared, the same thorn-covered vine that strangled the unaware teachers. It wrapped around the cackling student's neck, as it did the teachers prior, and strangled her as she attempted to grasp the last breath of air she would ever take. I grew a strong sense of remorse and sorrow for the unfortunate student whom had no sense of obedience when given instructions. There was an unusual feeling in my stomach. I do not remember stating that one could not speak while on the grass. I shook my head in confusion and mumbled to myself "I thought it was just carpet." As those exact words escaped from my mouth, I slipped off of the sidewalk into the grass for a split second, then regained my proper place back onto the concreted path. As I proceeded to stroll down the sidewalk, I quickly became aware of the thorn-covered veins that attempted to slither up my left leg, up towards my neck region. It tangled itself around my neck and began to squeeze tightly. In a panic, I aggressively attempted to remove the vines from my neck to spare my life. Shockingly, the vines detached itself from my neck with ease. I was is in a state of absolute oblivion. All they had to do was rip them off with their bare hands? I refused to believe that it was that easy. I sprinted home to clear my mind and figure out this situation. I ran into my backyard, only to find that my mother and brother were in the process of removing all of the grass in our back yard, leaving only dirt. "News must travel fast" I stated jokingly. I asked why they had done such and extreme, but clever, deed. They responded, "Not taking any chances." We laughed, and Kristina came outside in the backyard with us to join the conversation. As Kristina was talking, she slipped in a small patch of grass that my mother and brother forgot to remove; Just as I had did earlier that day. Again the vines appeared to collect their next victim. They placed themselves around Kristina's neck and began to strangle her. I screamed in fear " Nina, rip them off with your hands. Hurry up!" She followed my instructions, and frantically tugged at the vines; but they were not releasing her neck. I blurted that she should try getting off of the grass and run on the concrete to see if the vines would remove themselves from her throat. She ran like a maniac down the street, trying her best to remove the stubborn vines. As Kristina ran down the street, a black truck that I was familiar with drove slowly passed my house. In the truck was Mrs. Lisa, a neighbor of mine whom I gave the title of my "second mom", who also passed away last year November. She glanced at me, and then drove off.

I was pregnant. Then suddenly I was giving birth in a bath tub. Some friends and a nurse were there, but all of a sudden they disappeared and I had to deliver the baby myself. I felt a lot more comfortable delivering it by myself, but I kind of wished they were there. The baby took a while to emmerge, and when it did I felt nothing towards it. Someone took my baby away downstairs, and when I finally went to see it, I realised my baby was actually a robot, then the spring in it's neck snapped. The robot baby was dead.

I was watching the status of all the planets in our solar system inside a hologram room. I was standing near one of the larger last planets when it just started to trimmer. Then suddenly it dimpled in on one side in the shape of a perfect concave circle. The color of the planet suddenly changed to a burnt amber, then just exploded. There was absolutely no warning of the event. It wasn't Earth but the planet was heavily colonized. The large view stream in the room came on and started to read the obituaries of all the inhabitants starting with the royaly first. 'This King .... and his son ...' I was more worried about the implications this would have on earth than morning the losses. I remember suddenly feeling this emmense sadness but it wasn't coming from m. I could only share in the empathy of those there. I felt numb.

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