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When I was a little kid, I used to have this recurrent dream that I was lying in a dark place and there was this suffocating, smothering feeling, and all I could hear was my mother's voice saying, "Terrible bad news. Terrible bad news." She sounded totally heartbroken in the dream and when I woke up I'd always want to climb into bed with my parents and make sure everything was okay.
When I was 13, I was sharing a bedroom with my little sister. I woke up one night and the covers were over my head, it was dark and I heard my sister ask what happened, then my mother's voice saying "Terrible bad news, just terrible bad news," sounding like she was going to cry. For a while that's all she could say, just repeating that phrase, then she told us that the police had come to our house in the middle of the night to tell her my father had been killed in a car accident.
After that we all used to have the same dream a few times, we would be sitting at the table eating breakfast and everyone would be quiet and have this weird look on their faces, then finally one of us would say they had a dream about him the night before and it would turn out we all had similar dreams. The dreams as I remember them were that I walked into a room with a window in one wall and two chairs. My father would be sitting in one chair and I sat in the other, and we had a conversation. He would say that he was okay, that's the main thing I remember. My mother and sister had basically the same dream, down to the chairs.
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