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I was making coffee and spilled a BIG box of baking soda there was a young boy about 8 years old watching me clean it up he looked a little be-withered. Next I'm coming down the stairs with my boyfriend (I think we are married) carrying me with my legs rapped around his hips (so I'm facing him) we continue down the hallway the house is an amazing old house with updates and it's amazing (kitchen counters are granite). I have a feeling of much warmth and love. We go to livingroom where his daughter is there with lots of friends and they are all laughing and such. Me and boyfriend s are sitting in chairs and on the other side of the girls there is a group of ladies (about 55 and older, but not over 60). I ask daughter who they are she says they have come to see you. Now during all of this I am a ghost and daughter and boyfriend are the only ones that can see me (why the boy was be-withered?). Later i go through the kitchen and exit out a backdoor there are two very small kittens there and a shoo them away with my foot (so they don't come in the house). One lands on a very high landing on the wall of stairwell. I go through the door and a long flight of narrow stairs and as i get to the bottom I can smell and see a large animal under the steps as i open the door (to the outside). Cats come out from under the steps the large one that I saw was a big fat cat that was trying to come out from under the stairs to get outside. They seemed to have been there a long time.

I was making coffee and spilled a big box of baking soda. There was a young boy about 8 years old watching me clean it up. He looked a little be-withered. I'm next coming down the stairs with my boyfriend carrying me with my legs rapped around his hips (so I'm facing him). We continue down the hallway. The house is an amazing old house with updates and it's amazing (kitchen counters are granite). I have a feeling of much warmth and love. We go to living room where his daughter is there with lots of friends and they are all laughing and such, me and boyfriend s are sitting in chairs and on the other side of the girls there is a group of ladies (about 55 or 60 years old) I asked daughter who they are. She says they have come to see you. Now during all of this, I am a ghost and daughter and boyfriend are the only ones that can see me (why the boy was be-withered?) Later I go through the kitchen and exit out a backdoor. there are two, very small kittens there and a shoo them away with my foot (so, they don't come in the house). I go through the door and a long flight of narrow stairs. and as i get to bottom i can smell and see a large animal under the steps. as I open the door (to the outside) cats come out from under the steps. The large one that I saw was a big fat cat that was trying to come out from under the stairs to go outside.

I was sitting in a stone cylinder, with a vat of acid sludge, or some sort of biological weapon above me. I was wearing a white jumpsuit with gold down the sides, and I had obviously just fought my way in. I was just waiting for the vat to be poured on me, and I wanted it to, but I knew thy were going to stop it, even as it started to be poured. I could see it tipping and wondered where the "guns" were to stop it. Finally the vat stopped and was put back, and I stood to wait for my release, thinking that it was great for them to stop it, but horrible for me because I wanted to die. I went to a training center where I was fighting really hard (killing people), and then went into the hallway. In the hallway, scissors used for torture fell down the stairs. A man came out and grabbed them, looked at me then ran away, saying "It wouldn't happen again." I was back home, and I came up the stairs, where I guess I was staying with some friends, or distant family. My friend Trevor was there, and I flirted with him a lot, even though he was in some sort of relationship. There was a little kid, about 8, sitting at the table and a woman was sitting near him (Trevor's partner) quizzing him on something. I told them that there was no point in quizzing him because it was a nice day and why on Earth would you need to know capitals? I It was Christmas morning so there were presents to be opened. Before that though, breakfast was still needed. A man with a goatee came down the stairs on crutches, and Trevor's partner told him that he needed to eat something because he hadn't eaten anything. I asked him if he wanted something, assuming he would say no like he had to everyone else, but he said that he wanted some good eggs. Trevor complained that I was already in charge, so I responded with the fact that I'm awesome. There was already coffee brewing, so I grabbed some and another mug for the man on crutches. The whole dream, I felt loathing for myself and slight happiness when with Trevor. I was extremely capable, and very dangerous. I don't know if I was on the good side or the bad, but that I was hoping to die.

My Grandad died on 21st Jan 2002, My Nan died on 19th July 2009 and my Fiance died on 28th March 2012(after 18 years would have married my Fiance Christmas 2012). I was very close to all of these 3 people. I have had lots of dreams of my Fiance since his sad loss and also from time to time of Grandparents. My Grandparents were their usual self in my dream as was my Fiance and we were all drinking cups of tea and eating rich tea biscuits. Strange thing is my Fiance only tried tea once and hated-he was a great coffee lover. It was a very nice comforting dream and although feels so real-felt surreal as well.

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