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I was driving a car on a freeway around a city. there were no signs for where i was going, so i tried to stay on until i saw the right exit. unexpectedly the main road became one way and i was going against the flow of cars. I was trying to get to the next crossroad to get off but a truck hit my rear and sent me spinning onto the roadside. there was a cop at the crossroad who came to me and i said "yes i know i was driving in the wrong direction and trying to fix it" but the cop came after me for causing the accident and didn't care about the road being one way. i was at the police station reviewing aerial video of the crash and it showed the truck was the problem and had changed lanes too close to me so i was free to go. then i woke up.

Living with my dad after my mom passed away and had to take him to the hospital cause he couldn't breath properly. A group of girls was standing on the step with a dog as we were trying to leave asking for someone who wasn't there. They didn't believe me until I explained that my dad needed to go to the emergency room. I then recognized one of them and got excited to see her an gave her a hug, when I said her name she said ew don't call me that, that's my dead name. My dad was fine and we returned to pie on the step, my dad then stored it underneath the stove. He tried to cook meat and cake in the same pan. The girls came back and kept looking around sizing the place up for something worth stealing. I made it clear to them they had no need to steak as they could use whatever they wanted too. Two of them left, so I went to find them. They were by the feomdoor laughing hysterically, jumping up and down with their hands over there ears. They beckoned for me to join them, it was super fun for some reason, I couldn't stop laughing. Even my dad thought it was comical.

I was taking a nap with my daughter, when we woke up there were 2 men in the garden dumping lots of stuff. I was terrified and went to close the door, one of them said “we didn’t come through that door” so I locked the door and ran to the other door to lock that, I saw a shadow at the door but I locked it. My tooth then became really wobbly so I rang my boyfriend to see if he could come to sit with our child while I went to the hospital but his friend answered and said they were out and started being rude to me. I hung up and tried to ring again but his friend kept answering. So I rang my mum and asked her to come and while I was on the phone to her 3 other men broke into my house and started taking everything including the television from the wall. I recognised one of the men and he was telling the others to stop but they didn’t stop so I ran to a neighbours house with my daughter in my arms and then I woke up.

Moving to a warmer more social state and into a larger 2 storey White House. I climbed up a chair and over an old wardrobe to a higher floor, finding 2 larger more spacious and light filled rooms. The furniture nearly toppled, however I worked out how to stabilise them. One I thought of using as an art studio and the other as a bedroom. The house was close to a little coffee stand. I felt excited to move. On the lower floor in the darker rooms was my ex - he was carrying my daughter at a younger age and I wondered why I ever let him near her - she was too vulnerable and I didn’t realise how cruel he was.

My grandfather was looking for something which he couldn't find, he came up with an alternative by deciding to sign on a piece of paper He wrote "in whom I love: my son" I asked why he didn't become specific by writing "my son: John" because its the name i love My uncle mumbled, and i explained to my grandfather why i love the name: i said Zaccaria and Elizabeth were promised a child but the problem was that they were too old so Zaccaria didnt believe whereby God shut his mouth until he could speak: my grandfather was listening as if its the first time he heard the story My aunt then arrived, and her baby girl took all the attention, everybody stopped listening to me and gave my niece attention It was then i decided to stop telling why i loved the name John

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