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More than once, I get into my car and an elderly man gets in the backseat. He gives me requests as if I am a taxi, “Grocery store, please” or “Home, thanks”. I am never afraid of him and he seems to trust me. I seem to have an understanding that he knows I am not a taxi but that he needs my help; it makes me feel good to assist him. He seems kind and wise. At one point, I am driving a car and pulling a motorcycle behind me/it. At one point, I pull over and am walking around the outside of the vehicle; aware of the attention the car and motorcycle seem to be attracting (they are lovely and expensive). I get into the car and the old man is now directly beside me and he needs to go to the grocery store. I pull away from the curb but realize I leave the motorcycle behind me. I fret about this and think about backing up; it is not appropriately or legally parked but I realize there is oncoming traffic behind me and I will have to leave it and return to it later. The car has changed to more of a frame of a car; with metal bars giving it shape but otherwise completely exposed to the outside. I seem to be having trouble steering and directing the car; I am not entirely out of control but I feel clumsy with it. I am embarrassed that I do not remember how to get to the store the old man wants to go to and I have to ask him to remind me of the way - - he tells me to make a right at the next light and I do; this seems to trigger my memory and I suddenly realize the direction/store where we are going. At one point, we get out of the car and are in an elevator together – I do not remember if we are going up or down – only that we are on our way to the store.

I'm minding a baby girl for a male friend. I'm in a vehicle similar to a golf buggy. I'm wearing a business suit. There are teenagers everywhere playing different games like basketball. I'm driving to somewhere quiet so I can feed her. She slips a little from my lap & her head is slightly touching the outside of the wheel & I don't notice straight away. Once i notice i stop immediately. By then she has vomited all over herself. She continues to vomit on both of us and I try to clean us both up, but there is too much vomit. her father returns to find us both covered in vomit and she is still vomiting - green and saliva. i ask him to run and find more towels and wet them so i can wipe her down. i'm scared and saddened by what has happened to her. I feel horrible.

I'm minding a baby girl for a male friend. I'm in a vehicle similar to a golf buggy. I'm wearing a business suit. There are teenagers everywhere playing different games like basketball. I'm driving to somewhere quiet so I can feed her. She slips a little from my lap & her head is slightly touching the outside of the wheel & I don't notice straight away. Once i notice i stop immediately. By then she has vomited all over herself. She continues to vomit on both of us and I try to clean us both up, but there is too much vomit. her father comes back to find us both covered in vomit and she is still vomiting - green and saliva. i ask him to run and find more towels and wet them so i can wipe her down. i'm scared and saddened by what has happened to her. I feel horrible.

I was in a large room, like they have for meetings at a hotel a woman came around and she gave everyone forms to fill out, like 3 pages front and back I was struggling the questions made no sense...and I was maybe one third of it done when she came by to collect it, a man who was there "on vacation, looked like from texas" was talking next to me, and said something about "these questions made NO sense" then when I said "these make NO sense, the woman said here try again" and handed me more of the SAME forms. I began randomly filling in words, "dog larry, jewelry, then I decided to use more interesting ones , but I do remember putting "you can wear a fur coat with jeans in california" as a answer they then gather up the forms and they have a pile on a podium of course mines first, and I find out im at a drs convention, and this is a mental test.. they read my answers, and they start telling the audience stuff about me "I have never seen this happen and we dont know what to make of this person" i thought, ok? is that good or bad?... then the woman laughes and said "ok we get it now" she figured it out! they got i knew nothing made sense, and they said i was the few that had figured out the pattern of the questions... they had so many questions then for me, i said finally mad NO i dont know the pattern! and a guy says "label her lazy psychopath"....

I was dreaming of what seemed like my very first boyfriend from over 15 yrs ago. He was white and had a motorcycle. He bought a house for us and we were slowly starting to renovate it together, when he drove off to go to the store to pick up something. Then somebody had called me telling me he was in an accident and in the hospital. By the time I got there he had died. I was so heartbroken and went back to the house he had bought for us. I kept renovating like he had planned on doing. Then I saw what was his ghost leaving me messages and hugging me tight. Then I noticed he had the same catheter for dialysis as my current fiance has. Yet, my fiance is black. It felt like it was a mix between both of them. Anyway... I kept crying and crying and the pain of having lost my love felt so real. All of a sudden my father came by and brought me laundry my (ex) boyfriend had washed last and pictures of me and him, so I kept crying even more. My father, which lives in another country, came to comfort me. Yet, the ghost was still present and kept drawing me messages on the kitchen table telling me how much he loves me. It felt so real and I woke up feeling very odd and sad. I don't even know if the love in my dream was my ex from over 15 yrs ago or my fiance from now. They both completely different, but in my dream it was like a mix of.them. what does that mean?

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