Dream of bedroom, talking, train, circle, well, graveyard, hills, wall, crowd, stone, want, person, face, mother, bench, break, master, bed, house, yard, called, janitor, side, will, died, bicycle, red, dark, harbor, ocean, cousin, shirt, unknown, corner, home, yelling, dead, mom, back, water, feet, bike

I was in a train station, I was riding a red bicycle around the train station. I knew in the dream that I was there a lot, because the train director janitor knew me very well. As I am riding my bike around in a circle the train director/ janitor comes up to me and tells me I have to go home because my mother just called and told me my dad was died dead. I initially was upset but then I told myself that I cannot be upset just yet until I am sure that it was the director just said. I told him to repeat himself, but he would not repeat himself. I began yelling at him telling him he has to repeat what he just said, but he kept saying other things like “go home, your mom just called”. So I go back to my home house, there are a crowd cluster lot of people there. I go outside into the backyard and my cousin Evan is out there. It is very muddy dirty soggy dark in the back yard and I walk to the edge of it and see there is a low stone wall that sections off a corner of the yard. I think to myself that this must be the place we will bury graveyard my dad. I ask Evan to help me move a bench. He helps me move it and now on the edge of my entire yard is a larger stone wall, about 6 or 7 feet high. I notice that there is a broken section in the wall and ask Evan to help me move the bench to the broken section of the wall. When I look out through the break I see that instead of my neighborhood beyond it there is a great harbor ocean, with many hills and cliffs off to the side. There are sailboats in the water, and I feel relieved. I go back inside my house and in the master bedroom (my bedroom) my mom is sitting on my bed. I wonder why she is in my room, she talking to some unknown person who is standing in the corner. I interrupt her conversation to ask her what is going on. I do not want to ask her because I can see a look of worry on her face, and I do not want to remind her about dad being dead because I know she will break down. But I know I have to know what happened, so I ask her what happened to dad. She says to me “what do you mean?” and I look behind me and see my dad is right behind me wearing his normal Hawaiian shirt. I look at my mom and I ask her “well then who died” and she tells me my mommom died.