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For the past week i have been dreaming about my sons dad ex- boyfriend that we run into him ( me my son and my son's step dad he has been in his life since birth and now were having our own) and he talks to my son and he is with his dad (my sons real grandpa) and they are jst so excited to see him and let me remind u they have nothing to do with my sons life. the dream jst goes on with them playing with him and me and my boyfriend are jst hanging out watching them but giving them privacy.

For the past week i have been dreaming about my sons dad that we run into him ( me my son and my son's step dad he has been in his life since birth and now were having our own) and he talks to my son and he is with his dad (my sons real grandpa) and they are jst so excited to see him and let me remind u they have nothing to do with my sons life. the dream jst goes on with them playing with him and me and my boyfriend are jst hanging out watching them but giving them privacy.

Trapped in an old fashiondimmly lit bus surrounded by people I don't know who are all talking casually, but I cant understand anything that they are saying. I sit in my own thoughts trying not to be noticed. I check my jacket pockets but they are empty. The bus is cold although I'm dressed warmly. Then I look up and see a grotesque sickly looking figure. Hes covered in lumps and seeping filth and disease and I attempt to look away. But I cant. Then the man sitting beside me begins to laugh and stands and smacks the sick person. When he does the.lumps and filth splatter over the attacker. I sit and watch but the longer I do I rrlise some of the nastiness is on me. I try to wipe it ofttimes but I cant. Its on my face and for somereason my jacket is gone and the disease is kn my arms.and in my long hair. Although in the real world I have short hair. Then I begin to cry that I cant get clean. As I do I wake up.

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