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I had a dream that I was at a multi level shopping mall and I was looking for a bathroom to use. I looked and looked and finally found one. I entered the bathroom and went looking for a toilet. I looked in the first toilet stall and saw that the toilet was full of feces, I looked in another toilet stall and found the toilet full of urine, and I looked in a third toilet and found the toilet full of vomit. I went to look for another toilet stall and saw three Greek men enter the women's washroom. I spoke with the man in Greek and told him that he wasn't allowed to be in the women's washroom, he kept asking why and I told him that if he didn't leave the washroom, I would call the security. He said that he wanted to give away some stuff and I told him that this wasn't the place for that kind of gesture. All three men left and I went to a Christmas display and I noticed a red plastic bag that the Greek man had left behind. I opened the bag and noticed boxes of all shapes and sizes. I opened the first box and I found, Greek Christmas cards, lottery tickets, stamps, air mail. I decided to keep several boxes. My Aunt Mary then appeared and a lady next to her was asking about some red candles, my Aunt replied that she had the exact same ones and they had a specific scent. I smelled the candles but I couldn't smell anything. I said to her that if she had a pair of candles then I would keep this pair of red candles too. I then noticed an ornament that looked like a tea cup and saucer that was navy blue and white in colour and I decided to take that. I also saw a Christmas tree ornament that had lights and I decided to take that as well. I had to dismantle the ornament and the lighting system before I could remove it from the tree. I then woke up.

I was with my little sister and she was on her bike and she wanted to go to my nans. I said no so we carried on walking back to my house when i saw a boy from my school. Then a orange melting car drove and stopped. A man wearing an orange prison uniform stepped out with a gun and said that if i didnt give him the keys to my dads car, which was parked behind me, he would shoot my little sister. So i chucked him the keys and told my sister to run, but the man saw us and tried to shoot my little sister instead I jumped for the bullet, and thats when I woke up.

I am in a house with other people spending the night there. I see through the window that there is my son running away from people that want to harm him. We open the door for him and let him in, but the car is getting closer. We try to hide him but it too late as there are now two mean inside the house coming toward the kitchen where we are. One man hits my son and I see his glasses fly out of his face. I run to help him and as I try to swing at the man who hit my son the other one grabs me and pulls me away. I see my son's face look at me with tears in his eyes looking at me to help him. The man hits my son in face with a metal tube and before I know it my son's face is swollen with blood and bruises. I feel helpless that my son will die.

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.

I am in a house with other people spending the night there. I see through the window that there is my son running away from people that want to harm him. We open the door for him and let him in, but the car is getting closer. We try to hide him but it too late as there are now two mean inside the house coming toward the kitchen where we are. One man hits my son and I see his glasses fly out of his face. I run to help him and as I try to swing at the man who hit my son the other one grabs me and pulls me away. I see my son's face look at me with tears in his eyes looking at me to help him. The man hits my son in face with a metal bar and before I know it my son's face is swollen with blood and bruises. I feel helpless that my son will die.

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