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I walk into an old alley and come upon a small brown wooden house with a front porch. I am with my current boyfriend Hunter, and my ex boyfriend Hunter is sitting on the railing of the porch. My ex looks at me, unsure if it is really me, and I tell him that it is me. He asks who I am with and I tell him Hunter. He laughs and says "getting guys with the same name as me now?". My other ex Diadra walks out of the house, looking very sickly, but staying silent. I talk for a while but end up leaving.

In a house with Mark and a bunch of other people, enjoying some sort of gathering when all of a sudden the furniture started moving on its own. I said, did you see that then finally some people saw the furniture move. Also a sheet of plastic started to attack or try to talk or communicate with me you could see the outline of a mouth and face on it I kept throwing it off of me and finally it left me alone Mark and I were also sitting on a rock and we were talking and holding one another and kissing one another very tenderly and passionately also I feel the presence of a ghost or spirit

In a house with Mark and a bunch of other people, enjoying some sort of gathering when all of a sudden the furniture started moving on its own. I said, did you see that then finally some people saw the furniture move. Also a sheet of plastic started to attack or try to talk or communicate with me you could see the outline of a mouth and face on it I kept throwing it off of me and finally it left me alone Mark and I were also sitting on a rock and we were talking and holding one another and kissing one another very tenderly and passionately

I was in school. College perhaps, because I recall being able to call the teacher "professor." I think, even, that the teacher in question was one of my teachers from college. Liz, we called her. Her first name was Elizabeth. I can't even remember what her formal 'teacher name' would be. She was always just Liz. My class and I had a project to do. A last-minute, end of the year project that was thrown together due to poor planning on the professor's part. I had to go to a particularly large classroom - literally quite grandiose, with stacks of bookshelves for some reason lining the walls - and I had to put on a performance for a class of younger students. We were tasked with performing Star Wars - just the first movie, Darth Vader and all that noise. But we had no costumes. Nor did we have any preparation. We had to do it right then. The only costumes we could find were (and this may be dangerous to say around these parts)... animal costumes. Fur suits. All I can remember was being mad. That wasn't what I signed up for. I was failed by the educational system. Failed by my professor. I remember yelling about it, making a scene, in front of the audience, about how much of an utter disgrace the whole thing was.

We went to some kind of acting class and then I was walking home with friends but you weren't there, you had jumped in a taxi, so I left my friends to look for you, but couldn't get hold of you on the phone. All I got was the no signal beep, but then I thought I saw you in a cab, and I ran forward really excitedly. It was an old black man with a grey moustache. Then I saw you going round and round a roundabout in another cab (the english black cabs not your aussie ones), and I called but it went to answer phone, your voice recording, all professional actor style, but then it said you were desperately looking for a room as you had no home. Then you disappeared in the cab and I got lost in the city because I'd left my friends to look for you

I woke up in a hospital room with my gown still on and ivy s stuck to my arms. on one arm there were one or two and on the other there were two. i looked around the room to try to understand how i got there. i riped out my ivys and went to the door way of my room. there was no door on the door way to my room. i looked down the hall way from right to left. the hallway was quiet and still no one was in the hallway. so i went left and began to walk down the hallway finally i came to my stopping point i seen a waiting room with exit doors in the back with two lady nurses guarding them. my ex. boyfriend was there standing next to the window facing me. my step-dad was there and so was my mom when i walked up to the room i put my left hand on the corner part of the wall my mom was facing the exit doors talking to my dad which was turned facing her. my ex. looked up at me and then my dad stopped his conversation with my mom and looked at me. at this point i can see myself feel scared nervous and embarrassed my eyes look tired my skin is very pale i look sick very ill. mom turns around and i see her face. she starts to tear up with a feeling of joy. as she starts to walk my way she takes three steps and and brings up her arms to hand me something. i look down and noticed it was a baby girl wrapped up in a blanket she looked calm and so sweet. then my mom said to me take her. shes yours. i got scared my heart felt like it dropped to my stomach. i felt tears forming in my eyes. i looked at my mom and shook my head no and took three steps backwards. heart racing pounding. i can feel the blood pumping in my veins. i look over at the nurses in the back and run for the exit doors the nurses try to hold me down. but they are to week don't work so out of no were a male nurse runs over and pulls me and pushes me on the ground. i start to tear up so much its way to blurry and i wake up

I had a dream that I was receiving a gift from my great-uncle. I opened it to find what looked like my grandfathers skull or hair, (who passed away 15 years ago). No bone or goriness, just the shape and color of his hair. I turned it over and caw a note taped on the inside. The note read "Merci", ("Thank you" in french, My grandfather was french acadian) and was written in my grandmothers handwriting. The dream basically ended there, I am very curious as to what this may mean. I also had a dream about my grandmother days before she passed away in which she was crouched in the corner of a confessional and she told me that I needed to get to know her. I'm also wondering if these two dreams are related in any way. Please help!

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