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I dreamt that my husband and I were chatting as normal and my deceased grandfather appeared in my bedroom doorway. When he appeared it seemed so real so I said 'HI' and quickly ran into his arms, hugged him and began to tell him how much I loved and missed him while crying hysterically. My grandfather did not speak to me at all in my dream but simply smiled and hugged me back. I could feel his arms around me and then he was gone. After he left, I checked my voicemail on my cell phone and listened to a message from a girl who said her name was Anna and that she was my daughter advising me that my mother had passed away. I could hear my brothers voice in the background of the voicemail and when I told my husband in my dream about the message he questioned 'Who is Anna?' as I did as well and then I woke up.

I don't remember much, but I do recall that I was sitting in a restaurant with Carolyn, my TA from my queer theory course. It's fuzzy, but I feel like we were talking, laughing, drinking red wine. All of a sudden our conversation seemed to turn serious. Then, out of nowhere we're outside, walking with my professor behind the two of us. My arm is around Carolyn (either affectionately or because she is cold) and we start talking about snow. Everything around us is stark white--the houses, the mailboxes, covered in snow. So, I reach down to make a snowball to throw at her, and the snow, which was once soft-looking, turns out to be hard packing-snow. I try to make a snowball, but I can't, instead grabbing a huge chunk of snow that looks like an anvil, and just stare at it for some time before making a snowball and throwing at her. Meanwhile, she's running away from the snow, laughing, screeching, and the snow ball just seems to follow her into oblivion, ever moving on a straight line.

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