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I am 70 happily married, and by most peoples standards very affluent. My wife is an incredible woman who I know loves me. My two children are happily married and very successful. I stopped full time work at 58 and decided to go to university. 5 years later I got a 2.2 from Oxford. Yet I have regular very disturbing dreams in which I am working in a job which I recognise as being the one I actually used to have, yet I am not sure about the layout of the — stairs keep disappearing — and the people around me know I am supposed to be 'important' and yet they ignore me and I, constantly looking for something to do, wonder aimlessly and insecurely around this constantly changing building. At other times I frequently have other equally disturbing dreams, in totally unrecognisable and inexplicable situations.

The dream starts out in my house. There is my mother and sister on the couch and the light is on. Then the dream changes. Now I'm in a bedroom which seems like the attic. I'm lying in this bed, my sister is in it with me and my grandfather too. My grand ma is sitting in a chair at the end where my grand pa is. My grandpa is lying on his stomach and starts turning and moving all over the bed. We figure he's dying and I think that if I died I wanna die with god the last thing on my mind. So grandpa is still tossing and turning and I keep saying that he looks peaceful and then he dies and then the number 70 pops into my mind because god promised to give 70 years. Then it's like he disappeared and where back in the room. This time l'm asleep and sister wakes me up so seems evil and keeps trying to take all the space on the bed. Then the dream shifts to these girls it's summer and there having fun riding there bikes. There in the street in the middle part between the yellow lines and the concrete in their path is making the area the tires can sqeeze through smaller and smaller. Next it's this mini cliff in there way so they jump down it with there bikes. Again there going down the street then a mad men with a gun with a ski mask all dressed in black starts shooting at time with a machine gun. I see them trying to get away and I notice one girl gets shot in the back then the dream shifts again. Now I'm back in middle school but I'm still the same age and which is high school age and I walk in there wearing different clothes then everbody else. My shirt was red then one of my old classmates makes fun of me and says he bets that I can't even spell the word dynamite. Then I get a dictionary and on my way I notice this couple at a table there studying or something. Then the dream shifts to the news. The reporter says that there are different gods and dreams that they give you are long and lengthy and you have to choose which one to believe.

The dream started out nice. I came to see her in the middle of the night and I remember us both smiling and laughing, and she told me I could sleep in her room until morning. In the dream, I woke up to Sydney walking into the room with this look on her face that she always gets when she’s upset or depressed about something. I then remember Sydney’s mom bringing us into another room ‘in private’ and said, “Justin. You can’t see Sydney when you turn 18. You have to break up.” and walked out of the room. All I could say was, “Please don’t do this...” in a choked up voice, “I really love her, please don’t do this to me!”. After this, all I remember is going outside the house to take a walk with Sydney. Holding onto her arm, we were both silent. Speechless. I finally turn to her and say “I’m not going to see other people, you mean so much to me.” Sydney just continues looking ahead with that same depressed look on her face. “Are you?”, I say. She hesitates, opens her mouth, stays like that for a couple seconds without saying a thing, then says, “Sure.” In that moment, my heart broke. This girl I thought who loved me, says she is going to see other people when we break up. Tears begin filling my eyes and running down my face. I’m speechless. I put my face against hers and squeeze her arm tightly. “Please don’t leave me!” I scream. Then she disappeared. I was left on my knees on the concrete, looking at the ground, emotional pain searing through my body. I have never had a thought of suicide in my life. Until then. Until that moment when the girl who means the world to me, disappeared from my arms. A voice in my head still in the dream said, “Justin. You cannot live on without her.”

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