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I had a dream of my dead uncle. I saw him as i remembered him when i saw him last over 30 years ago. i was 10 then. he was one of my most favorite uncles. i saw him in my dream at a crowded mall or a place where there was alot of people.i saw him from a distance but he did not see me.i called to him & ran over to him. i gave him a hug. i swear i could feel him. we walked off together. i felt then as if i had not seen him for only maybe a year or so. i wanted to tell him that my father was very sick & dying.( this is his brother & they were very close). we walked into the street & crossed to my car(but not a car i ever owned) it was a small car. i think we talked some politics & catch up conversation (seeming to neveer get an opening to mention my father) we drove down a very dark road but some how i knew where we were & finally came out onto more lit roads. i started to wake up but tried to force myself to stay asleep so i could continue to talk with my uncle. but it was as if he could no longer stay & i could not stay asleep & woke up, this was about 5 or 6 days ago & i remember it still & has played on my mind.

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I fell asleep at roughly 11:15 on Monday, which was much later than usual. I am wondering if the odd dream I had was in any way attributed to the disruption of my sleeping patterns. Perhaps as I recall these dreams over time, I will be able to conjure up something resembling an answer. Every once in awhile, there will be something that makes me fall in love with the human mind all over again—dreams are one of those things. They are the pictures I wish I could see with my mind in a conscious state. First of all, I don’t remember the dream in its entirety, and the parts I do remember are fuzzy and difficult to recall in details great or small. Before going to bed, I remember feeling embarrassed because I had fudged the name of my favorite Dodos album. I like being right—not in the obnoxious way that makes me correct everyone all the time, but in the way that makes me feel silly when I make mistakes. Trudging forward, I had asked a friend, Kaveh, what his all-time favorite album was. I knew what it was the first time we were friends, but I wanted to see if time had changed his answer. In my days at Purdue, my favorite way to talk to someone new was to ask him or her about music. Naturally, one of our first conversations, and probably the only one that I remember so clearly, started with the same question on which our communication ended last night. Back then it was Beep Beep’s “Business Casual,” which, as it turns out, hasn’t changed. The funny thing about “all-time favorites,” is that I don’t think people understand that the “all-time” makes their response very important since this is, essentially, the end all be all of your favorite _____________. My mind is scattered, and so it is only appropriate that the writing of my thoughts follow suit. Back to my dream, though. As I mentioned, the details are quite difficult to recall. They enter into the visual part of my mind in little snippets, like in movies when there are flashbacks that are supposed to all of a sudden bring you to this great understanding. I have not reached this understanding yet. I remember the overall color of the dream was blue—it was almost like there was a blue neon sign outside the window of the room I called “bedroom.” I remember being aware that the apartment that I was in was one that I lived in previously, during my time at Purdue. The carpet was the same, I remember that much. The layout of the room, though, was entirely different. A much smaller version of where I once lived. My bed was near the window and it was raining. My blankets were like white, fluffy clouds. I like to think that it was the white pillowy down comforter I have always wanted. At least in my dreams I am comfortable. It was raining outside, which I enjoyed when I found upon coming back to reality that it actually was raining. In the dream it was raining big, full drops. The beads of water made a beautiful pattern on the window—I remember admiring them. I have always loved watching rain on windows. When I was little, I used to sit in the recliner by the window in our living room and pretend the drops of water were racing each other. I didn’t have many friends. That’s beside the point. I remember feeling like I was having a conversation with someone, but I was alone. The next sequence of events is most likely out of order. Maybe as I read over them upon completion I will notice what needs to be rearranged. I noticed that my phone lit up. This part, I think, was brought on by the fact that prior to actually falling asleep, I had texted someone and fell asleep before getting a response. In my dream, it was Kaveh (it was in the world of consciousness as well). It related vaguely to what we were talking about before I drifted off, but there was something unrelated to what we were discussing. I don’t remember what the extra part was, but I remember enjoying it. The details here are quite fuzzy, and at this point the dream skipped around a lot. Maybe I was drifting in and out of sleep; maybe my mind is telling me not to remember. I often times think that our rational minds are waging war with their emotional counterparts. At the dream’s conclusion, or really just the last part that I remember before waking up, it was still raining quite a bit—I think that it had picked up significantly. There was lightning, which made the room light up for fractions of a second. I couldn’t see very well because of the flashing light. I felt confused. There was someone in my bed, but I don’t know who it was. I gave them a hug before they ended up there—a friendly hug that makes me think it was someone I already knew. I can’t recall their face.

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I was asleep and heard a Native American drum beating, it woke me up I was thinking it was the t.v in the other room as I woke up I could hear a Native American singing when I was laying there and realize I wouldnt dreaming when I turn my head to see if it was coming from my t.v. right when I turn my head it stopped I called my husband in the room and the kids come with him I asked if they were watching anything with Native Americans they all said no just cartoons I dont know if you consider this a dream or what but it was just 1 singing with 1 drum beating, it didnt scare me at all when I told my family they said it was eery , Its been 2 days I cant get it out my head I can still hear it so clear, I felt like the Indian was singing over me. I have googled and tried to find out what this means but cant find anything on the subject. If it matters at all I have several dreams that later told truth to what was going to happen in the near future. I am not crazy or take any kind of drugs or meds. PLEASE help

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My name is Elina and i am 19 years old. I have been living with my boyfriend , who is the same age as me, for the latest 1,5 years and last night i had the strangest dream of all. I dreamt that i was getting married to a celebrity who is 23 years old in reality. I dreamt that i was in love with him but when we had the after-the-ceremony party suddenly i felt a confusion because i questioned myself about my real boyfriend . I was like: ''what have i done? what has become of my real boyfriend ? how did i end up like this?''. After that i dreamt that i was in university (in which i have been for two semesters until now) and that i had feelings for another guy, also near my age. Suddenly, when that guy approached me i felt empty once more wondering about my real-life boyfriend and could not make any move. Can somebody please tell me what is going on with me and my dream? I love my boyfriend very much and i have never cheated on him. So what is the source of these dreams? Last but not least, i have been having dreams like this for the latest three days but in every single one of them i have feelings for someone else and when this someone approaches me i always take a step back and question myself about my real boyfriend . Please help me!!

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