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My 20 year old son was backing up an SUV vehicle towards my parked vehicle (the parked vehicle was my vehicle I actually own). My son does not have a driver’s license in real life and I did not recognize the SUV he was driving. My boyfriend was standing beside me. My 5 year old daughter was standing at the back of my vehicle talking with my boyfriend and I. She could not see my son backing up towards her. However, I saw the vehicle come towards her and although I was thinking I should rescue her for some reason I was frozen and time went slowly as her body was squished flat between the two vehicles. My daughter died. I was crying and upset but appeared as though no one but me cared. I was afraid to look at her squished body and somehow my boyfriend told me not to worry that it was ok. I remember being angry at him for not carrying and I was crying (enough that it did wake me from my sleep). Then I remember that although she clearly was squished and died in my dream and I knew that she died I was carrying her, she was able to talk and she was not squished like I saw. What she had instead was large cracks and a bump on her head over her right eye but some how I still knew she was dead. I was calling out and crying and frustrated that I wasn’t getting help. I think my 10 year old son and my boyfriend ’s 11 year old daughter were in the background but they did not appear to really be paying attention. It was as though they were busy doing something (I do not know what). I do not remember anything more....but then my dream moved into an old townhouse. A kind of boyfriend of mine from grade 9 was sitting on a couch in this town house. There were others in the house but I did not know them or see them, I just knew they were there. He was dirty. He did not have a job and asked me why I didn't remember that from the last time we talked. Then I remembered he had an injured foot (which actually I seem to recall from an actual dream I had before). He showed me his foot and it appeared more healed but not completely healed from the last time I saw him. For some reason we were waiting for a high school friend of mine to come over to this town house. Some how I remember I was standing looking down from the top second floor to the doorway entrance of this townhouse to keep checking if she had arrived. It was almost as though I was peeking. I do not know why these two people where associated in my dream as they did not know each other and are from different periods of my life. For some reason I was worried she would be mad because there was a house full of people. I do not think we were in high school but that it was present day. I do not remember any more.

Today, I took like a 15 minute nap. In that nap I dreamt. I dreamt that I was drunk/high without actually having had any of those substances. I could not walk straight, and nobody would help me. I drove with my mom in tow, who was little to no help as I ran a red light and treated a very busy intersection like it was a round-about with no exits. The car had breaks that wouldn't work, and my mother was yelling at me to do more illegal things as I sped through this apparently authority-free world. Then I walked away from a friend of mine and pulled a plug that was attached to my back and plugged into her chest out without even knowing. This is apparently what passes for a heart in this particular dream, as I was informed by paramedics who were passing by, but refused to stop to help. In their defense, I didn't help either, but that's because I woke up.

I had a dream last night. I was on board a commercial flight with friends from my previous holiday (we never used planes on that holiday I may add). There were two simultaneous flights. We were on board one aeroplane and another, headed to the same destination was flying slightly ahead of us. From the window I occasionally caught a glimpse of the other plane. At the time of the crash, we were passing over some very tropical and beautiful scene below; there were many locals, possibly African, sailing in tiny boats and fishing and generally bustling around on the coast. As I looked from the window I could see a vast plethora of coloured sails, umbrellas and people wearing fantastically coloured clothes. It was beautiful. Shortly after, a message came over the speaker system that we would be dropping altitude dramatically, in order to overtake the other plane, as our pilot thought they were travelling too slowly and the best way for us to pick up speed in order to pass the plane was to manage a controlled drop from altitude whilst turning. All the passengers and I had full confidence in the pilot and suffered no anxiety. As we lowered towards the beautiful coastal scene I was amazed by the perfect curvature of the earth that I could see, the sea seemed to bend on the horizon. I spoke to my friend next to me, a passenger called Pete from Singapore. He told me much about the locals below and I admired his knowledge, however the details of this conversation escape me. Soon after, another message came over the intercom, it was the pilot. He was very happy, almost boastful, about how well he had done in passing the other plane, and that now we could continue with great speed on to our destination (I don’t actually know where we were headed). The pilot then added that he was now going to regain the appropriate altitude for the flight and therefore a dramatic climb was imminent. The nose of the plane rose to an almost vertical ascent. So much so that I adjusted myself on my seat so that my backside as, in fact, on the headrest of my chair. Other people stayed as they were, seated as though they were in the carriage of a climbing rollercoaster. This is a thought which occurred to me in the dream, it actually felt like we were on a rollercoaster. Despite this everybody was calm. I had a mild disquiet in my stomach however and my trust in the pilot had diminished somewhat. I saw him as an arrogant show-off, was any of this necessary? A short while later, the plane began to stall and fall from the sky. We crashed into the ocean not far from the coast. Things went black for a short moment and there was the feeling of a powerful impact. When vision was restored however, everyone around me was fine, except I had a terrible dread feeling that people somewhere must have lost their lives, and that myself and my neighbours were very lucky to be unharmed. We all quite calmly unbuckled ourselves from the seats and proceeded to force open the door and slide down the escape chutes in a very orderly fashion. We were introduced to the warm tropical ocean for the first time. I paused at the exit and was surprised to see everybody wearing life jackets. I asked the stewardess where they were kept and she claimed not to know. I checked under my seat and found nothing. Nevertheless, I slid down into the sea. The water was warm and calm; the plane wreckage seemed to disappear instantly. Me and my friends swam calmly towards the shore. That beautiful and colourful scene. We were met part way by local fisherman similarly swimming in the water. They had the look of aboriginal or tribal denizens yet were polite and spoke good English, we exchanged greetings and nothing more as we headed to the beach. Upon reaching the sandy shore I remember seeing coins buried under a light covering of sand. I bent down and inspected further. I discovered that the coins were English pennies, all different types. Upon this discovery I was filled with a terrible feeling that the second plane had crashed too, and that must be how these coins arrived upon the beach. I felt, or feared that, everybody on the second plane had died in the crash. It was at this moment that I woke up.

Its like one of my friends boy friend has died and she is searching for his soul by crying madly at last she found his soul and she was talking with him i and other friend we both are hiding behind the rocks after seeing them and the soul and my friend together came to us and we all 3 of us and soul together went away this is my dream actually the soul is not the guy whom my friend love he is some other guy whom i have never seen before and my friends boy friend is still alive and he is other guy i know him very well but who is this guy whose soul i have seen in the dreams

I have been having recurring dreams about my grandfather coming back to life. My most vivid one was last night. The dream begins as I get off the plane in Arizona (where my grandfather lived) and he picks me up we reunite in the most glorious way because he has been gone now for a year and a half. And I say to him I can't believe you are here how is this possible. And he replies saying anything is possible. We then do stuff together-- I don't remember what-- but it involves a lot of driving in the car-- something that he always did with us to show us around the area he lived in. Then the dream fast forwards to my parents picking me up from the airport and me convincing my dad that his Dad (my grandfather) was alive and was standing next to me. My dad didn't believe me until my mom told him that his Dad was actually there. Then everyone realizes my grandfather is back and I wake up.

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