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My mother died of cancer a year ago. Approximately six months after her death i had a dream of her. In the dream i saw her exit from a door and she was wearing pajamas, which looked like a pair we had bought her for christmas. She walked down to me, but didnt say anything and continued to walk. i followed her, but she walked slightly ahead. i then got this feeling she wasnt dead and how was i going to explain to my work why i took time off to be with her. She stopped walking and stood along a white fence. She was facing me, but not taking to me. I looked at her and hugged her. when i hugged her i felt this large bump on her back. As soon as i felt it, i let out a loud scream (in the dream). She then started to walk back. Again i followed slightly behind her. She walked back towards the same door and subsequently entered it without saying anything. Any information that you can provide would be great, Thank you.

I was sneaking into Robin’s house--a large house with large windows and wood paneling--at night time, because it was pitch black outside. I had some of his old dishes that I wanted to wash and then leave at his place before anybody got home to see me; in my mind, that was really sneaky of me and would make him feel stupid, because that would be my final legacy, and he would have to carry the guilt of knowing I was there, but that he never got to see me again. Then I could hear a noise coming from the next room over, but I found out that it was his mom who had entered the house from the backdoor. She was very friendly and talking stories with me, but I told her I wanted to leave before Robin got home; her response was that he had been there all along and she took me to his room to see him. I think it was the master bedroom. Jason was there, lying in the bed with Robin. They both got up, Jason said hi to me, and I quickly turned to go. Robin got up and started chasing after me, talking the whole time; I slapped/punched him, and he asked why I did that; I told him that just because I was in his house didn’t mean I wanted to talk to him and that “I was just bringing back his shit.”

A post man knocks on my front door. I answer he is not wearing a top and has a very nice body. He asks for my mum and I say she is not at home but then she walks past and he asks who is that I then say its my aunty who is visiting. I sign for a package and he starts to walk off. I quickly ask why he wanted my mum and he says to see if she has any jobs going as he is a teacher but can't find any work. My mum does not work in a school but I do. Then the dream ends.

I was sneaking into Robin’s house--a large house with large windows and wood paneling--at night time, because it was pitch black outside. I had some of his old dishes that I wanted to wash and then leave at his place before anybody got home to see me; in my mind, that was really sneaky of me and would make him feel stupid, because that would be my final legacy, and he would have to carry the guilt of knowing I was there, but that he never got to see me again. Then I could hear a noise coming from the next room over, but I found out that it was his mom who had entered the house from the back door. She was very friendly and talking stories with me, but I told her I wanted to leave before Robin got home; her response was that he had been there all along and she took me to his room to see him. I think it was the master bedroom. Jason was there, lying in the bed with Robin. They both got up, Jason said hi to me, and I quickly turned to go. Robin got up and started chasing after me, talking the whole time; I slapped/punched him, and he asked why I did that; I told him that just because I was in his house didn’t mean I wanted to talk to him and that “I was just bringing back his shit.”

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