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15 May 2024

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My deceased husband got up out of his casket and handed me a ring. He walked out the door and set down at a picnic table and looked back at me

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15 May 2024

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House Fire
Mother
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This is a reoccurring dream, I seem to have this dream every few years, stemming from young childhood. My dream takes in front of a house my grandmother lived in and eventually we lived in too. Chaos erupts, a natural disaster in a way. All the streets are covered in fire, flames getting bigger and bigger, you can hear the crackling sound of the fire.. and the heat from the fire. My younger brother and I are sitting in the backseat of my mother's red convertible. This car seems familiar, it feels like we've had this car for years... but in reality, I've never seen this car in my life. My mom is driving, the roof top is all the way back and there's panic on my mom's expressions. She's not telling me what's wrong, whe doesn't answer about what is happening and I'm very scared. My little brother is screaming beside me.. and I can't stop looking behind me, looking below me at the raging fire. I continue to press my mom for questions, I'm only 8 years old at the time and don't understand my mom is overwhelmed and scared enraged too. I just keep asking her what is happening.. until finally, she snaps. She enraged. I've seen her mad like this many times before except there's a different look on her face, one that Is stranger to me. My mom keeps one hand on the wheel of the car and with the other, she reaches behind her for me. She grabs me by the neck of my shirt and she's trying to push and throw me out of the convertible and into the blaze. I'm screaming and pleading with her not to do thus but my words have affect on her. She's looking me in the eye.. her eyes are dark. Much darker then the light, soft brown she use to have. Her eyes are so dark, they look closer to black then brown. It's not the color that frightens me, it's the pure rage and hate in her eyes that scare me. She finally gets a good grip of me and I loose my balance. I'm completely in her dismay, my life is in her hands. She gives me one more good, hard push... and right when I begin to fall from the car and into the lava raging fire... My dream stops. I've never seen how this dream ends or what happens next. It just stops. Every single time it abruptly stops at that very moment of me falling out of the car.

15 May 2024

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Brakes not working
Death
Husband
Car
Crying
Hospital

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I have, tonight I have had a really weird dream. A really, really chaotic dream. I have been woken up several times by my son, but every time I went back to bed to sleep, somehow I returned to the same dream, which scares me a bit. So the dream is about me, my husband, and all these people that he has influenced through being in love with cars. And it evolves around him, I think, but I'm not too sure because at one point we're driving around in the car. I'm a driver. My husband is on the passenger seat and we're driving around finding the others. And then when we find them, I try to find a place to park but I can't park because the brakes don't work. and then the next second I'm in a big like storage hall with table set up with kind of a breakfast vibe and my husband's not here. Here I am with again this group of friends we have met through cars and then something I think it's so random there is a group of people I don't know it's a mom and a lot of kids and she's she's packing for something but I'm not sure what So we're in this large storage hall that I don't know what she's packing for but there is all these tables put on with with breakfast items coffee and bread and everything but it's not like anybody's talking to me it's like I'm just sitting there observing but I am there physically because there is an episode where a little boy wants to be nice to his mother goes up takes a hot coffee pot goes down and pour coffee into her cup and then the mother which is not sitting there sees it and said oh honey you know that's hot you can't be touching that and then he puts down the coffee pot but then a younger boy grabs it and wants to put it to his face to heat himself up and the mother says oh no please someone take that from him before he burns himself and I get up get the coffee pot and takes it to my table and put it on the table but nothing is being said I'm not telling the boy why I'm taking it I'm not being thanked or anything and then that part ends I don't know what it has to tell me but this story's part is ending there with the coffee pot I'm then sweeped it back to the group of friends and the cars. Again it seems like I'm observing them because I'm not interacting with any of them. But I can hear everything they're going talking about and they're having fun, they're playing a little bit of ball on the street, someone talking about cars, walking in the cars. I just noticed that I'm observing it and my husband is not there either. So I wonder where we are physically when this feels like I'm not just there spiritually. But then I just see me driving around the blocks to find a parking spot. I can't park many places because my brakes apparently don't work. But I finally find a parking space and then I'm taken into a hospital room. My husband is laying on this hospital bed. He's clearly, he's clearly dead. His eyes are closed, his hands are folding, folded over his chest, and he's not saying anything, but this time I'm saying something. I'm standing right beside the bed with my hand on his hand, and one on his cheek, and I ask him what is going to happen to me. Why does this happen to me? Like I would expect an answer from a dead man, but I don't give, I'm not giving any answers, so I don't know if I was hoping for an answer from my husband in that moment, or if I was hoping for something bigger to give me the answer to what was going to happen to me, and then I'm just brutally waking up from a dream where I'm crying and being distraught about where am I.

14 May 2024

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Child
Clutter
Mother
Father
House
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Am at what looks like a hybrid of my grandmaโ€™s house, the dingy apartment my late mother and younger lived in when I was in Hakone from around the 9th grade or so, and another house I lived in until I was around the 8th(I lived in Tokyo so Iโ€™d visit them every now and then) Am hiding away from my father, my mother offers me a room to stay in until itโ€™s over The room is identical to my room in the second house we had in Hakone but rarely felt โ€œhomeโ€ in due to the fact that 1. I couldnโ€™t keep my locks on, 2. Most of the time my father would use it whenever heโ€™d come and visit and 3. Even when heโ€™s away to Tokyo for work my mother would have me sleep with her and my brother in the same room because โ€œthey are my familyโ€ and โ€œfamilies spend time togetherโ€ and โ€œI have my own space to be alone in back at Tokyo anyway(I didnโ€™t; I basically slept in the same room as my father there, had no privacy unless I got back from school earlier and he was back from work late, and even that was rare because after COVID heโ€™d have a stay-at-home job) At where the cloth-hanger was in the Hakone apartment I see a vision of some sort of a saint or a bodhisattva After that my grandmother(the motherโ€™s sideโ€™s) comes in and sorts the clutter in the room out and such My mother is also in the room, offering prayers to the ancestors by the Buddhist altar A small artwork done by a child is being hung on the wall right beside the space in the wall, along with a portrait of a bodhisattva statue Mother says that ever since I was little, monks would remark that Iโ€™m being protected by the Acalanatha, and teachers say that Iโ€™m blessed by Manjusri themselves And then a thought about Princess Suseri and Princess Toyotama two of the Shinto deities a guardian deity identification has brought my attention to as potential matrons, comes to mind I wake up

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