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Last night I had the driving and flying dream. It started off with me driving on a very bumpy road straight up in the sky and over the ocean. I immediately became aware that I was dreaming and said out loud..."oh no, not this dream again". After I said that I had control over the dream and decided to drive off of the side of the road and over the ocean. For some reason I knew that I would begin to fly if I did this. So then I was blissfully flying over the ocean at night and the sky was full of stars and reflecting off of the ocean. And I was telling God out loud how beautiful it was. Then suddenly I couldn't move my arms anymore to fly and started to fall into the ocean. As I hit the surface of the ocean my hand swung down and splashed myself in the face. I felt every ounce of the cold water and it immediately woke my up from my dream. Thoughts? Thank you.

I HAD A DREAM THAT MYSELF, MY SISTER AND HER DAUGHTERS, WERE MEETING MY FATHER SOMEWHERE, IT WAS LIKE A VACATION OR SOMETHING. IT SEEMED LIKE A FOREIGN COUNTRY. MY FATHER PASSED YEARS AGO. BUT I REMEBER IN THE DREAM HAVING A COOK OUT, US PLAYING BASKETBALL LIKE WE USE TO, AND JUST HANGING OUT. I REMEMBER SOMEONE SAYING THAT MY DAD WENT TO THE HOSPITAL TWICE THE WEEK WE WERE THERE. THEN THE DAY BEFORE I LEFT I WAS A BASKET CASE. I WAS CRYING MY EYES OUT, IT WAS LIKE I KNEW I WOULDN'T SEE MY DAD AGAIN. I WENT TO SLEEP IN A ROOM ALONE ON THE FLOOR AND WOKE UP VERY EARLY. I REMEBER WATCHING THROUGH THE WINDOW FOR MY DAD. HE STARTED WALKING DOWN SOME STEPS AND I RAN OUT TO HIM. I WAS AGAIN CRYING AND TRIED PUTTING MY HEAD ON MY DADS SHOULDER. THEN ALL OF A SUDDEN HE GOT UP. HE TRIED TO GET MY MIND OFF LEAVING, HE WASN'T REALLY COLD BUT I WANT TO JUST HUG AND HAVE HIM HOLD ME AND THAT DID NOT HAPPEN. I KNEW HE LOVED ME. SOMEWHERE IN THE DREAM MY FATHER DISAPPEARED AND I WAS LEFT ALONE TRYING TO FIND MY NIECE TO RIDE BACK HOME WITH ME. THERE WAS A LOT MORE DETAIL BUT THAT IS THE BASIS. I WOKE UP TEARS RUNNING DOWN MY FACE AND OF COURSE I LOST IT ONCE I WOKE UP. THEN I COME TO WORK AND I HEAR OVER THE INTERCOM THAT TODAY THEY ARE MEETING AT THE FLAG POLE FOR TISSUE AND ORGAN DONORS...WHICH MY FATHER WAS. WHAT DOES THIS ALL MEAN. I MISS MY FATHER MORE THAN WORDS CAN SAY. I WAS IN MY LATE 20 WHEN HE PASSED.

I had a dream that me,Franky, Joseph and another Joseph was in our school cafeteria. But this wasn’t our normal cafeteria, it was a place full of rooms and I had a droopy face so I automatically assumed that I had suffered from a stroke despite having no recollection of that unfortunate event. So me and my squad was searching for a cure for my stroke and we looked in every room then it comes to me! I tell my friends the room number but they automatically reject that idea because it was apparently a boiler room so we look to see if there was another room with that number but we was not successful so we go into the boiler room and I pour salt under a cafeteria table and smoke comes out and my nostrils open up. Turns out I had the common cold(that doesn’t explain my face though).

Anyways back to the dream. It started with me walking down the stairs of the “Red Barn”. From the outside, the house looked like a barn painted red with white trim. But on the inside, it looked like a regular house with a kitchen, 4 beds, 2 baths, and a tv that has no channels but a working vcr player. I walked out the front door and out into the cold morning air and squishy mud of Hedgepath. I looked around and saw my Dads forest green Jeep Wrangler though it was far less customized than it is currently. The driver door was open and my dad was leaning inside, dressed in his camouflage he wore while hunting. To the left, My Grandpas red Toyota Tundra, with the trunk hatch and window open. And leaning inside of the truck, none other than my Grandpa, wearing his flannel long-sleeve shirt, and blue jeans with mud splotches. He was checking his rifle to see if it was loaded. He looked great, far better than the last time i saw him. Just then i heard my Dad call to me and i woke up.

I woke in a bed. Inside the bed, was earth from a pot. I got up, and there was a cactus on the mirror. I thought thats strange. I went to the patio doors to shut them, and the house was up in their air. In the sky. I was worried about that, and the post came, and some big brown envelopes were on the mat. I then went down stairs. It was a big stair case. The house was like a stately home. I saw water dripping from the ceiling onto a tray with a tea pot. I went upstairs to investigate, and some people said no.. there's a ghost. The ghost is doing it, and its coming. It came. And it started throwing things around. We couldnt see it. I said why you doing this!! It rhrew a book at me. Like a stately home guide book. I dodged it, then I realised the ghost was trying to tell me something. I said tell me. It gave me threw me another book, the same. My lower legs went freezing cold. I knew the ghost was by me. It showed me a page with women on it. Then it said you look like her..

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