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. I remember that we were supposed to go tent camping…I remember attempting to rope climb. The rope was very high up. There were two ropes twisted together. I untwisted and noticed they had knots used to assist climbers. I attempted to climb while I was by myself before anyone came to see me. I had a lot of difficulty, having to jump to gain any distance on the rope. Shortly after my attempts kids joined me, although I don’t remember seeing their faces, the feeling I had made me believe they were my own. I suddenly flashed back to the rope and remember touching the beam, signaling my success, and allowing myself to free fall back down to the ground. I remember there being problems getting through the dirt roads to get to the various places on the site. I remember there being an issue with something that we gave the attendant, and we took back from his bicycle when he wasn’t looking. Jillian, was displeased with the grounds keepers and the site, but was out running around doing adventures anyway, while I conducted business. I flashed and Jill, along with the camping adventure was gone, and I was with the ladies from the HR office playing a high stakes game of paintball. The funny thing was it was in the corporate office that we were playing. We were wearing professional garb, like helmets, BDU’s (Black) and goggles. It felt almost as if we were practicing a drill or scenario of some sort. I remember giving silent hand signals to my team members, I was the leader, and they understood what I meant. I was shocked b/c we had no formal training, but it was as if my team had been practicing for this for a long time. I remember seeing someone attempting to get the drop on us, peaking through a cracked door. I quickly pulled my head back around the corner of a wall and began to open fire. I do not remember actually hitting the person, but I do remember winning with my team, and we acted very swat team professional, and then my dreams were over.

I was at a party with my husband and my ex- boyfriend also happened to be there. Both men were wearing military uniforms. My ex- boyfriend asked me to dance with him because he was leaving soon and didn't know when he'd see me again. I said yes. Afterward my ex- boyfriend and my husband were arguing but I couldn't hear the argument. Later I was sitting at a table and my ex- boyfriend came to sit with me. He looked me in the eyes and told me that he still loved me and that he loves me more with each passing day. I hesitated a while before telling him that I love him, too. I felt both excited and scared by my ex- boyfriend 's profession of love because I didn't want to hurt my husband who I also love very much.

I had a dream once that my parents and I went to this new restaurant in town. It was a buffet style place, and all they had was meat. A doctor then walks up to us, and tells us that the food is all human organs that have been donated to the restaurant for others' enjoyment. Then he tells us that we, too, can donate our organs. He says it's virtually painless and is done right there in the facility by professional doctors. My parents agree, and make me do it. After doing all the paperwork, they put me in a very small room, maybe 3 x 3 feet. A gas fills the room and completely numbs my body. The odor of the gas makes me feel sick, and doctors rush in before I vomit. I remember crying and shaking and screaming that I don't want to do it because I knew they were going to kill me. Then I woke up.

We went to some kind of acting class and then I was walking home with friends but you weren't there, you had jumped in a taxi, so I left my friends to look for you, but couldn't get hold of you on the phone. All I got was the no signal beep, but then I thought I saw you in a cab, and I ran forward really excitedly. It was an old black man with a grey moustache. Then I saw you going round and round a roundabout in another cab (the english black cabs not your aussie ones), and I called but it went to answer phone, your voice recording, all professional actor style, but then it said you were desperately looking for a room as you had no home. Then you disappeared in the cab and I got lost in the city because I'd left my friends to look for you

I dreamed that I was at a funeral which was taking place at the church I attended growing up. For some reason, it felt like there was a connection to ovarian cancer, which did not surprise me as my mother had died of ovarian cancer 7 years ago. The odd thing about this dream is that sitting directly across from me in the dream was a man and two young girls. The man was a guy I dated in high school and went to my senior prom with. We didn't go to the same church growing up; we weren't even the same religion. I was raised Lutheran and he was Catholic. I have not seen or heard from or about this old boyfriend since maybe the late 1970's. The last I knew, he was going to college to be an accountant. (This is where everyone usually laughs, but wait....) This dream was so vivid. It stuck with me throughout my day, in fact several teachers at the school where I volunteer asked me if I was ok....I just seemed very preoccupied. I was so bothered by it, that when I got home, I did a google search using his name and profession (CPA), and it was the very first item that came up that has made this dream somewhat freakish. The item was an obituary....for a woman....the wife of my old boyfriend ....she had died 2 weeks earlier....of ovarian cancer....and they had two young daughters. Mind you, we don't live in the same state, in fact our lives took us in different directions. I married someone who was in the military and spent 20+ years as a military wife. We moved 15 times in that 20 years. Other than having dated this guy in high school and having lived in the same town at one time, I had no contact with nor did I hear anything about him or his life since the late 70's.

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