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When I was in 5th grade, one of my classmates had leukemia. I had a dream one night that we were standing out in this huge field. He was trying to tell me something, but a storm was coming up, and I couldn't hear him over the wind and thunder. We were both getting frustrated, and he was screaming the words, but I still couldn't hear him... when I woke up and went to school the next day, I learned he'd died that morning...
As for recurring dreams...well, sort of recurring, I dream, often, about being at my grandparents' house, and something bad has happened, or is happening. It's usually something to do with wolves, but not always (sometimes it's silly, but scary in the dream--there was a dragon living in the garage, and everyone said it was a good dragon...but then it ate my cat.) I thought maybe it was some sort of subconcious/repressed memory of something bad happening to me there when I was younger, but I asked my parents and my grandparents, and nope--nothing like that happened. Strange.
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