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Sep 21, 2012, 05:52 PM
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Member Since: Aug 2011
Location: Washington State, U.S.A.
Posts: 3,169
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On Tuesday nite, I dreamt that my son drove me and two of our neighbors into Spokane, Washington. We were driving along the freeway, and kept driving by these children who were dying, or dead, or decaying along the side of freeway. We finally pulled over and stopped at someone's house to ask for directions, and we stayed to visit. My son suddenly burst out and told me that, while I was talking, the car somehow got flipped over and he wasn't going to be able to drive me home. I told him he needed to figure out a way to get me home. But I got tired of waiting and decided to walk home, which would've taken me several hours. Rite then I woke up.
Wednesday nite, I dreamt that I put some items for the thrift store to pick up for a donation, but they never showed up. I had a panic attack, and my body started reacting very violently.
On Thursday nite, I dreamt that our pug puppy -- who had just died--suddenly came back to life. I was watching TV, and he suddnely burst in and started running all over the house. I said "Dozer! (thats his name) YOu're alive again." I picked him up and cuddled him, my son showed up out of nowhere, and I asked to help me figure out what to do with Dozer, because I knew he was going to die again; so he said we should keep him in the basement. We went downstairs and I wouldn't put Dozer down; I told my son we should scrub the puppy down with bleach but my son wasnt sure--so I keep pestering my son to give me an answer. Then my 16 year old daughter came downstairs and demanded to know what we were talking about.
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