In this dream, my dear grandmother passed away and the family was gathering for her funeral. It is the second of three dreams in a row I have had predicting the death of someone close to me.
I remember my brother and I walking out of the visitation together. I was wearing my black heels. Ethan was alive again, and Aunt Janet was too because in my dream, she had died as well. Ethan had a stuffed animal with him, and they were like a human version of Calvin and Hobbes.
Mom and Dad ditched Joe and I at the funeral home and so we had to walk home. We ran across the street and I almost got hit by two speeding cars, I only survived because I ran out of the lane just in time. They had no intention of stopping for me.
That's all.
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