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I “woke up” and i remember that i couldn't move my whole body, but i could open my eyes.i opened my eyes and i tried to move but nothing was moving so i was laying in my bed staring at the wall to try and go to sleep. Then i got dragged off my bed from something by my feet and i was getting pulled into a basement when i dont have one, it's a walk in closet. Then I grabbed onto the ledge of the doorway to go up the stairs and I could move my arms but I couldn't feel or move my legs so I started to army crawl up the stairs with just my arms. I started screaming “mom” as loud as I could but it came out as whispering. then i realized i was paralyzed. And then I woke up.

I “woke up” and i remember that i couldn't move my whole body, but i could open my eyes.i opened my eyes and i tried to move but nothing was moving so i was laying in my bed staring at the wall to try and go to sleep. Then i got dragged off my bed from something by my feet and i was getting pulled into a basement when i dont have one, it's a walk in closet. Then I grabbed onto the ledge of the doorway to go up the stairs and I could move my arms but I couldn't feel or move my legs so I started to army crawl up the stairs with just my arms. I started screaming “mom” as loud as I could but it came out as whispering. And then I woke up.

I “woke up” and i remember that i couldn't move my whole body, but i could open my eyes.i opened my eyes and i tried to move but nothing was moving so i was laying in my bed staring at the wall to try and go to sleep. Then i got dragged off my bed from something by my feet and i was getting pulled into a “basement” when i dont have one, it's a walk in closet. Then I grabbed onto the ledge of the doorway to go up the stairs and I could move my arms but I couldn't feel or move my legs so I started to army crawl up the stairs with just my arms. I started screaming “mom” as loud as I could but it came out as whispering. And then I woke up.

I “woke up” and i remember that i couldn't move my whole body, but i could open my eyes.i opened my eyes and i tried to move but nothing was moving so i was laying in my bed staring at the wall to try and go to sleep. Then i got pulled off my bed from something by my feet and i was getting dragged into a “basement” when i dont have one, it's a walk in closet. Then I grabbed onto the ledge of the doorway to go up the stairs and I could move my arms but I couldn't feel or move my legs so I started to army crawl up the stairs with just my arms. I started screaming “mom” as loud as I could but it came out as whispering. And then I woke up.

I dreamt that I discovered I had an adopted brother and sister my entire life, but my parents had never introduced them as that to us so I never realised. It happened really suddenly that I was at home in New Cross, in my room but as an adult, and I think I'd heard some news story about adoption and it had made me think- I wish I had adopted siblings. And all of a sudden it came over me that I did. I'd had an adopted brother this whole time and I had never realised / put 2 and 2 together. I collapsed in tears of joy and sadness at the same time. I ran to where my mum and sister Joanna were tidying away clothes and tried to help and ask questions but I could barely function. My adopted brother was there too - he was a tall, handsome Asian man, very gentle and kind. I asked my mum and dad questions - it turns out they adopted two children, a Polish girl (who was not as close, a difficult adoption it seemed) and this Asian boy, who we had always grown up with and never questioned why. I asked my dad why they never explained to us: "because your mother said you children might not accept / try to sabotage them if you saw them as competition, so decided it was better to not say anything at all." This was classic my parents' approach to parenting- not trusting the kids and keeping their own confidences. I ran away from the room and as I ran I kept collapsing in floods of tears. My whole sense of being and understanding of who I was felt shaken, but I was also overwhelmed with love and affection for this sibling I had never recognised as such. The whole time he was there, quietly and gently present, aware of the emotional roller coaster I was going through and I had hugged him many times in tears already, and apologised for not knowing sooner. I ran upstairs - collapsing in piles of tears alof the way - back to my bedroom where he was in the bed and threw myself into his arms in the darkness and in my tears. I woke up then, not 100% sure if the love I expressed in that moment was more than that for a brother. It was possibly the relief of finding a soul mate. I dreamt this after an argument with my brother who earlier that day said he could not help me / give me advice about my relationship with Ben. I was very hurt and cried a lot - similarly completely overwhelmed / isolated. I felt quite betrayed by him in that moment. He has always been my closest confidante.

I’m washing dishes. There are so many dishes. And they fall into the water and splash me. I’m soaked. I put them back on the shelf above the sink and continue to wash dishes. It’s like there’s more and more and more. They keep falling into the water. There’s an older couple that show up and they start doing chores together. I watch them and it’s like a dance. It’s graceful and they clean in no time together. And I’m still at the sink doing the dishes that never end. I’m in a church. In a very back pew. I’m not a member of this church. Everyone is standing up for communion and they head downstairs for communion and come back up. I couldn’t watch the communion like at other churches. And I have to let people by just like a Catholic Church as they pile out. I see some friends and walk to the house across the road from the church. It’s Michelle’s moms house. Place that is so old and in ruins. A little fuzzy in the middle But some guy says Blake is engaged. I think he’s suggesting Blake is engaged to him. The girl I’m with I’m like… is Blake engaged? And she says yes. I see Blake and go sit next to him. I said I hear you’re engaged. He says yes. I said congratulations. Then I say looks like you’ve proposed to everyone, everyone I’ve talked to says you proposed to them. He laughs and he’s engaged to a girl. I wanted to see her photo but didn’t ask. I didn’t ask because I realized it was because id compare her to myself and didn’t think that was fair. I asked him if he could afford a wife. The other friend says well he has a car payment now. And I thought that might even make things worse. He said yes I’m good. But the house he was living in didn’t belong to him and he couldn’t afford a house payment. He was unhappy with me. So I’m like I’ll go back to the church. There’s a pair of skates or a bicycle that I could take back to the church. He says you could take back both. And I asked how. And he says duh. You take the skates and then come back and take the bike. I looked at him and said I’m not doing that. I’ll take one. Not both. He’s saying goodbye to me and he puts his face in my breast and rubs his face back and forth. When I look down he’s moved his head to the side. Our friend noticed

I “woke up” and i remember that i couldn't move my whole body, but i could open my eyes.i opened my eyes and i tried to move but nothing was moving so i was laying in my bed staring at the wall to try and go to sleep. Then i got pulled off my bed from something by my feet and i was getting dragged into a “basement” when i dont have one, it's a walk in closet. Then I grabbed onto the ledge of the doorway to go up the stairs and I could move my arms but I couldn't feel or move my legs so I started to army crawl up the stairs with just my arms. I started screaming “mom” as loud as I could but it came out as whispering. And then i woke up.

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