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I dreamed that I was in my childhood home and was having a terrible argument with my mother. It got so bad that I told her I was leaving and moving into an apartment I already owned but had never moved in to. I couldn't find all the clothes I wanted to take so I could only take the clothes that I had worn on a trip I had just returned from. I tried to add clean clothes to the suitcase I had but then I could not close it. I realized my new apartment did not have a washer and dryer but my Mom's apartment did. I was extremely angry about all of this and hated my Mom. I took my dog and my things outside. It was dark and raining. I looked for my car on the street but could not find it. I tried to remember parking it but I couldn't . My car was stolen and I was in a state of panic.

When I was about 5 or 6 and my little brother was about 4 or 5, we were playing at our grandma's house. Everyday she would go to hang the clothes she had washed on the clothes line and there was this big window in her room where we could watch her do it. So we're in her room and she tells us that she is about to go outside and hang up the clothes. So we hear her go out the back door and she starts to hang up something and she suddenly stops and she just stands there. A few seconds later, she turns around, almost like a statue, it was weird, and she looks at us. Her eyes were blood red and glowing! She didn't say or do anything, just looked at us. My brother and I heard a noise coming from the next room over, it was a bang; we turn our heads to the sound for one second, we look back out the window and she's gone. A few seconds later my grandma walks out of the room and we asked her if she had gone outside and she said, "No."

Me and my mother were waking down a deserted street carrying my fathers head in a basket. he was dead, but still talking. we were taking him to a drain where we would put in under the bars and he would be washed away. i was crying to hard my head hurt. that's weird because i hate my father. when we reached an intersection in the road, i saw my best friend run up to me, and tell me something i couldn't understand. then she ran away and returned with the whole village behind her. they had all come to mourn my fathers death. then my mother put his head over the bar and it melted through and soon he was under the bars and i was on the other side. he was talking to me. i couldn't understand what he was saying. but he was smiling as he washed away.

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