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Last night, I had the scariest dream I’ve ever had. I woke up crying and feeling super scared. In my dream, I was dead but I didn’t realize that I was dead, until the last part then I woke up. So here were just some parts that I remember clearly. What happened was that, it was like our class’ retreat. We were asked to enter a dark room and girls who were like spiritual advisers or something like that we’re in there. So we were asked to enter and approach a girl i guess, that would give us advice, spiritual guidance and things like that. But when I entered the room, this girl; one of the spiritual advisers, immediately approached me and grabbed my arm. Like she wasn’t looking at me, eyes closed and she just came towards me like i was some person she really felt something with and creepy things like that. But in my dream, she just made me sit beside her. I couldnt remember her telling me anything. Then it all got blurry and the next thing I remember was that we were being asked to evacuate a place. There were even some bouncers in the area trying to get us out… So I left and I was going down a dark staircase. It wasn’t totally dark, like there was a light bulb at the bottom of the stairs but it was flickering so… yeah. and while I was going down the stairs, a classmate of mine ( i think or maybe a friend, im not really sure. but the setting I remember was that I was in a retreat with my classmates so I think it was one of my classmates, im not sure who) held my hand. Our fingers interlocked going down the stairs ‘cause we were both scared. Reaching the bottom stairs was another staircase going up. lol. yeah I dont get it either. All I remember was we were going down a staircase then another staircase leading up. So we went up and we we’re like in a dorm. In my dream, I know it was our dorm. So we tried climbing up to room after room, then I noticed one of our teachers was in the building. I told my classmate that she was there and we tried hiding, which surprisingly, though I am sure that she could have seen me already, she didnt. Then when my classmate and I reached our own room… i realized that she wasnt only a classmate, she was also my ‘roommate’ in that dorm. So yeah, we reached our room. It was all white, wooden floors, double bed on the side and a big mirror on the wall. and in the reflection on the mirror, I saw my roommate and myself like my other self, lying on the floor, dead. Like, the room was empty. I just saw our dead selves on the reflection. And so like I got really scared and I was like wtf whats happening, shit maybe that’s why that spiritual girl approached me or something and maybe thats why my teacher didnt see me earlier, because I was already dead. So in my dream, I was only ghost. I didnt really realized that I was already dead until I got to see my dead body in the reflection on the mirror. Then I got crazyscared and woke up, crying. As I’ve said, I’ve dreamt of other people dying in my dreams, I’ve never dreamt of anyone dead already appearing in my dreams, and it was my first time to dream of myself dead so i was scared as shit. I googled that when you see yourself dead or dying in a dream, it usually is a good sign like you’re changing and your oldself is dying or something like that but I dont really know what’s with the roomate dying too and the ghost and why i didnt realize that i was only ghost. This has been bothering me all day and I really hope someone could interpret this crazy dream of mine.

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Je suis dans une maison. C’est celle de Marie-Pierre mais dans mon rêve, c’est la maison nous nous habitons avec maman et les autres. Nous sommes assis par terre devant le canapé avec Alois, peut être aussi Oriane qui n’est pas loin. Parc contre c’est le salon de Teverga. Je crois que nous ne sommes pas d’accord sur le film que nous désirons voir toute les deux avec Alois. Oriane ne prend pas partie il me semble (si elle est là) elle fait autre chose . Sensation d’énervement, de fatigue, de lourdeur lié à la paresse d’être resté longtemps à ne rien faire il me semble. Ce que reproche Pascal qui arrive, il est énervé, il faut mettre la table, faire à manger.. Je me lève, je ne suis pas fière de notre état de léthargie, je m’aperçois qu’il n’y a presque aucun meuble, le salon est grand, blanc, il me semble qu’il y a des bâches en plastiques transparent tendues sur le mur du fond, derrière le canapé de Teverga, (sur lequel je suis endormie dans la réalité) ce lieu me fais penser a chez tatie Mylene, un grand espace blanc peu meublé et pas décoré. Je me dirige dans la cuisine pour aider, faire quelque chose, en tournant dans un couloir (vide encore) d’un vert étrange, un peu écaillé, unvert Smaragdin,qui est lié à la maison de Marie-Pierre, en fait je pense que le vert de mon rêve est une version plus claire de la moquette en plastique qui recouvre le sol du salon de cette maison, et qui d’ailleur a été en parti abîmé par le feu d’une cheminé. (dans mon rêve, le revêtement du mur était aussi endommagé). J’arrive à la cuisine, (c’est la cuisine de Marie-Pierre) il me semble qu’il y a moins de meubles à mesure que j’avance dans mon rêve- dans la cuisine Pascal est énervé, je m’empresse de mettre la table, avec un sourire affable mais faible,(ici, je ressens un sentiment de honte vague quant à mon comportement, le même que je ressens quand Sylvie me reproche une chose et qu’elle a raison) je vais chercher les couverts (fourchette et couteau) au fond d’une armoire de basse qualité, avec des portes en verres, en fait qui est celle du salon de Teverga où l’on range les verres mais en plus vétuste. Dès que j’ai la tête dans l’armoire je sens une grimace me tordre le visage, je veux pleurer mais aucune larme ne vient. Première pensé : « tu ne vas pas pleurer, tu t’étais dit que tu ne pleurerait plus maintenant »

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