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I'm with my mother in my old apartment and we are having a chat in her bedroom. I go to the living which is dark except for a Christmas that is lit in the corner of the room. I sit in a comfy arm chair and in front of me is the corpse of my dead father lying as he did in his coffin but on a chaise lounge. I'm singing to him, a song I can't remember, and then I see the top half of his body slide off the chaise and onto the floor. I scream but I have no voice. My mother comes running in and she pushes me out of the living room and into the kitchen. She then goes back and repositions my father on the lounge. As she walks towards me I can see that my father is trying to move and flip flops on to his stomach sliding off the chaise and back onto the floor. We run into the living room and my mother tells me to grab a pen and to ram it under the backside of his skull to render him dead again. I do so, but it doesn't work. There's a table in the middle of the room that I run around to the other side of and there my father raises his upper body up like a walrus. My mother hands me a pair of huge scissors and tells me to cut off his head. I go to do just that but I stop when I saw the look on my father's face. He looks scared and confused. Very much lost. His eyes are black but that's because the eye caps they put in when he was being prepared for burial where dark. Part of it was popping out. I wake up yelling and was very scared to go back to sleep.

I am sitting on my bed and I look down and see that the front of my shirt is soaked with my blood. I take my shirt off and realize the blood is coming from three holes in my stomach. there are worm creatures coming from the holes, poking their "beaks" out and depositing eggs onto my skin. It doesn't hurt but I can feel them moving beneath my skin. I become instantly panicked and frantic and try to pull one out but it has itself hooked into me deep down. I frantically search the internet on my computer for a solution or an explanation to what the parasites are but to my incredible frustration I can't find a single useful entry and the searches get more and more distracted and off-topic. I become so panicky I almost begin to cry before I wake up. I never found an answer.

I was in an abandoned building with Mohammed Alsharif and this couple (whom I don't actually know but I seemed to know in the dream). The four of us were going to go somewhere and I ended up outside in the car (a yellow convertible) with the couple. The guy was driving and he started to drive off without Mohammed. I protested and the guy said something to the effect of 'screw him' and then said, 'He shouldn't lag behind.' I got highly offended and demanded we go back. The guy refused; I argued; he refused. So, I told him to let me out. He woudn't. So, we argued about that until I told him this was kidnapping and got my phone out to call the police. I was deposited on a dark, rain-slicked skid row street. It was very dark and I started to walk back to the apartment to find Mohammed. I got to the upstairs doorway - a kind of doorway without a door to a landing with cracked and abused plaster, the cement floors covered in dust and debris - and he was there. "I'm so sorry, I said. "No problem," he shrugged in classic Mohammed fashion. "No, it's terrible. They were going to leave without you." "It's okay." Again, quintessential Mohammed casual shrug. "They're assholes. I'm so sorry. What should we do now?" I asked, thinking we would make alternate plans for the night out. He smiled in a cute, coy way and blushed as he shrugged his shoulders. I got the hint and smiled and blushed and looked down at my shoes. As I looked back up, he put his arms around my neck - very gently, very shyly - and leaned over to kiss me. It was gentle at first, but as I became more receptive, he got bolder. At one point, I gave a little whimper while he was kissing me and lips still on mine, he smiled and repeated my whimper mockingly. In this torrent of polite and demure passion, the boldest I could force myself to be was to press a hand to his chest. His hands never ventured beyond the back of my neck.

Dreamt that I was in a vehicle with a stranger, where he dropped me off near a construction site. It was an unrecognizable man where he left, then I took control of the car and drove ahead. The car changed from a white sedan to a black truck. Here I noticed hitting the breaks but was faulty. There was no accident though the car had troubles. The car was moving in a forward direction. As I left the car, I noticed two of my co-workers were there. There was a series of two buildings, one that was repositioned maybe due to weather, the other had troubles but was being fixed, like a renovation. My feeling in the dream was that I was being cautious, and aware of my surroundings. I felt like there was some danger around me though I was spared.

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