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I dreamed that my dead mother was alive. We were in our family home and my mother and I were arguing. My mother had a seven year old little girl in her arms. She had blond hair. My mother was complaining that her back was sore and she tried to hand the child to me. I got up off of the sofa and I told her that she was a bad mother. She had not been a good mother to me when I was growing up and that she wasn't fooling anyone with her saintly mothering act. I started to walk away and I felt my mother behind my back, my mother was looking for something to hit me with. I turned around and started yelling at my mother. She went to hit me and I grabed her by the neck and started to choke her. I was yelling at her and she said something to me. She took her hands off of my hands and I let her go. We were standing at the top of the stairs and she fell backwards. I turned away and ran up the stairs to the top floor. I ran into my mother's old bedroom. There was no furniture in the room and the room was much larger in my dreams than it actually is. I called someone that I do not like and was crying and telling her that I did something bad and that I needed to see a lawyer. I woke up.

Dropping and Spilling @ a Party We are at a party and are all school teachers. We are having a party at the home of a male colleague. It is a very lovely decorated home. We are having drinks; laughing; and talking. Our colleague's wife arrives. We are all introduced to her. She is very short and a little stocky; but a very attractive brunette. She seems to have a rather serious personality. She does not have a drink in her hand but goes about the house putting items in their proper place which to her seem out of place. Several women in the group make comment about her stoic demeanor and lack of friendship. At dinner, I am asked to help and am passing out the handsome china plates. He notices that his wife is in line instead of helping with the serving. He says, "well that is what you get when you marry a lawyer". I drop the plates, but they don't break. I was then asked to take a bowl of gravy, and I spill part of it on the floor. As we are seated and mashed potatoes are being passed, I spill them also. I sit embarrassed. One guess says, "We we won't have to be concerned about seconds, Rudy took care of that". I responded by saying, "You are not going to have to worry about your diets today".

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