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Walking through what looks like a outdoor dinning location with a bunch of people some co-workers and lots of pinic tables. I was leaning aganist the brick wall as I was walking. I sat down at a table surronded by some friends. I was talking with them and told them I was pregnant with triplets. You then see the babies in my stomach moving. I told a friend that I should go to the hospital. She walks with me up this huge hill. In the distance you can see a curved street with a funeral persession coming. I told my friend we had to beat the line of cars so we could cross the street. But the cars beat us. It was whitney houston's funeral. Three babies 2 girls and a boy all lying sideways in my belly.

I'm with my mother in my old apartment and we are having a chat in her bedroom. I go to the living which is dark except for a Christmas that is lit in the corner of the room. I sit in a comfy arm chair and in front of me is the corpse of my dead father lying as he did in his coffin but on a chaise lounge. I'm singing to him, a song I can't remember, and then I see the top half of his body slide off the chaise and onto the floor. I scream but I have no voice. My mother comes running in and she pushes me out of the living room and into the kitchen. She then goes back and repositions my father on the lounge. As she walks towards me I can see that my father is trying to move and flip flops on to his stomach sliding off the chaise and back onto the floor. We run into the living room and my mother tells me to grab a pen and to ram it under the backside of his skull to render him dead again. I do so, but it doesn't work. There's a table in the middle of the room that I run around to the other side of and there my father raises his upper body up like a walrus. My mother hands me a pair of huge scissors and tells me to cut off his head. I go to do just that but I stop when I saw the look on my father's face. He looks scared and confused. Very much lost. His eyes are black but that's because the eye caps they put in when he was being prepared for burial where dark. Part of it was popping out. I wake up yelling and was very scared to go back to sleep.

I am in a bedroom with 2 of my cousins, one of them is crying because she is worried about another cousin dying, I am saying that she has to accept it although unpleasant because I have experienced it - I start to cry myself - then I feel I cannot move, I am lying on my stomach and there is movement on my bed like someone jumping up and down on me, I am trying to wake up but I can't and I am making groaning like noises, I am desperately trying to move but I can't, then I wake up with a pain in my lower back

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