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I saw that I am sleeping in a bus alongwith my baby and waiting for my brothers to come but when I woke up I am seeing only my old friends. One friends on whom I had a crush before marriage was sitting just next to me and I am wodering how come he sat next to me. I showed my baby to him. Afterthat I saw that i am wearing a mangalsutra and moved forward to meet other old friend holding my baby; while meeting that friend I realised suddenly that there are some lost pieces of gold from my mangalsutra. I started searching for those lost gold pieces which I got it but not all. While searching for gold pieces I aslosaw many gold plated ear rings with white stones studded in that. I continued meeting my old friends and went to one restaurant with one old friend.

My husband and I recently separated. After the separation I had this dream. My husband and I are sitting in a parked car. I am in the drivers seat he is sitting in the passenger seat. He asked me if I am thirsty and I say no. he says I am going to get something to drink. he gets out of the car and goes somewhere to get a drink. I don't know where he went and I think how is he going to get something to drink because I did not give him any money. Then I realize he has his own money. The next thing is I am sitting in the passenger seat and it is dark outside. I see my husband walking toward the car and he is wearing his cowboy hat and has a brown bottle in his right hand. Then he starts running toward the car and instead of getting in the drivers seat, he gets in the back seat behind the drivers seat. I feel disappointed and ask him is that where you are going to sit. Next thing he leans forward between the front seat and starts kissing me passionately but the kiss taste bitter. He keeps asking me don't you want me? I know he wants me to get in the backseat to have sex with him. I tell him we can't do this. I tell him we have been apart for twelve days and you haven't even call me. The next thing is we are in an old house and my husband walks into the bathroom and says we have bats in the house. I tell him I don't care. The next thing is I am trying to see his hands to see if he is wearing his wedding ring. I tell him I did not take my wedding rings off but I guess you did. My husband tells me he took his ring off for a minute. He then throws his ring toward me so I can see he still has it. When I look down at the floor I do not see the ring but instead I see a silver lace work heart shaped locket that is broken in half with the top clasp broken off also. I look at it and say, "not again". I then notice my wedding ring is not on my left hand. My husband comes over to help me look for it. I then see it on my right hand. I take them off and put it back on my left hand. But now there are three rings. there is my engagement ring then a white gold ring with robins egg blue inlaid enamel that is badly scratched and the a white gold ring with diamond on the side facing toward my wrist. I look at the rings feeling disappointment and say"I wish I had a new wedding set" then my husband is sitting in front of me and says"well your not going to pick it out, I have been looking at rings and I am going to take you to look at them" I look up in disbelief and say"you have been looking at rings for me?" then I am filled with a wonderful warm feeling of love. I then wake up

I was cycling with a basket full of beautiful, extremely white, small eggs (not as small as bird's eggs but smaller than chicken eggs). Halfway through I thought of adjusting the papers and cardboards so that the eggs are better nestled. I carefully moved the eggs onto the floor, shifted the papers and cardboards, but when I turned to the eggs I found the shells all cracked. They were still intact, but the the shells were all cracked. I shifted them back carefully into the basket, thinking that I'd have to cook them all now instead of only a few. I remember that it didn't upset me at all... only very surprised to find them all with shells cracked since they were all perfect a few seconds ago. Through some of the cracked shells I was able to see how beautifully golden the yolks were, especially against the pearlescent white shells. I remember noting that all were fresh and none were bad. The day was beautiful with perfectly blue sky and no clouds. It wasn't hot or humid at all which I hate when cycling.

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