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My mother (who died 10 years ago) was alive and getting married. My grandfather (who died 7 years ago) was also alive. There were A TON of people there, and as it was leading up to the wedding, my foster dad (who's not related to my birth mother, so it's weird that he would even be at her wedding, much less involved) pulls me aside and gives me a lecture about acting properly and not messing anything up. Later I find out that my mom's new dude (who already seemed kinda lame) doesn't even love her. After that I thought about messing everything up and calling him out to save my mom from marrying him, but something held me back. Then I woke up before the actual wedding started.

I was living in a mountainous area in a cabin like house my mother, sister and brother in-law. I drove to go get my husband from somewhere he shouldn't have been in an old beat up car. I was driving on a windy road feeling like I had to get to him fast and then suddenly, I drove off the edge of a steep cliff and floated down into a beautiful valley. I felt peaceful and it was beautiful. I then sort of appeared back at the house and was trying to tell my family that the crash and flames was from me and that I was gone. They couldn't hear me, I don't think. Yet, I was content, without fear. What could this mean?

Having had a few drinks one evening I had fallen asleep on Emma Hatton's sofa (no idea why) during the days when I had ridiculously long hair. Waking up in the morning, someone had shaved off all but one side leaving me with the king of all combovers. In my fury I naturally assumed Ben Holliday was to blame somehow and attacked him with a frying pan. Hordes of strangers start arriving at the house and Ming Dong helpfully cuts off the rest of my hair. For some reason bald me looks like Robert Loggia. I spend hours tracking down someone who can lead me to the person responsible. Eventually Laura Lemon agrees to show me to this persons house, but when we arrive we are at their wake and it turns out thy they have been dead for three days.

Coworker, who is a white young male, and I exchanged pleasantries, and because of that I wanted to help him and he stated don’t do that. Some paper became missing or misplaced and his friend blamed him for it, coworker replied that he did not steal the paper and the reason for his friend’s accusation was because several years ago he had taken some paper, and did not think that it was a big deal, so he did not say anything to anyone, but his friend insisted that he mention it. Therefore, the coworder ran out to his car and I ran after him, and as I came upon him I could tell that his face was red from either being embarrassed or crying, or both. Yet he was looking straight ahead, and as I began to speak with him, he turned his head and said to me in a stern voice LEAVE ME ALONE, I immediately said okay, and put down the step stool that I was carrying and left, thus waking up.

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