The other night (the same night i dreamt i went to a funeral) i woke up, and there was a light in my room, a glowing light...it was WEIRD, it reminded me of when my grandma first died... i woke up to a light, a more white/yellow light that time though. But then i fell asleep.
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So about 2 weeks ago i dreamt i told my mother something, and i just kept dreaming that i told her, and each time she had different reactions. Maybe i just feel guilt because i have never told her, i doubt she'd care much but i should have told her.
Then about a week ago i dreamt it was the end of the world, on the 19th...it was scary astroids were falling from the sky...and i was trying to call my mother and she wouldn't answer...
And the other night i dreamt i was being sent to a concentration camp, not my first dream of that sort....
I just hate my dreams with an extreme passion!
