Dreams

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Last night I had a bizarre series of dreams. I was half asleep laying in bed, then suddenly I was going down the street in what I thought was my neighborhood, but it was different. I was driving, and couldn’t figure out exactly where I was and where I was going anyway, I pulled over, to get out of my truck, and read a street sign. Suddenly, I realized I was nude to. I was really upset, I couldn’t remember why I left my house, and started to go somewhere, I didn’t know where, and, why was I nude. I was paranoid the cops would come and arrest me as a pervert. I figured out it all didn’t make sense. I then woke up, in my bed, and was happy to be home. Suddenly, I was back in that strange area of my neighborhood. It’s an old neighborhood, with old houses, and lots of run down yards. I’m behind a well maintained stucco building, in an alleyway, and I smell somebody nearby is smoking meat. I think how good it smells, and wonder what the building is for. My dog is down in a window well, and I’m trying to get him to jump out. For whatever reason, I cannot resolve the pet/windowwell thing in my head, I’m walking around the front of the building, to see what business’s are in it. It’s like a strip mall of Dr’s offices in appearance, but I see no signs. There is a kind of wooden arched building with white smoke pouring out the front, I immediately go over to see what’s inside and congratulate the chef/smoker. Sitting calmly inside is a quiet and attractive young woman, dressed nicely tending to the fire. My sister is in there, I’m trying to talk to them but they don’t seem to hear me. My sister disappears, and the woman tending the stove finally acknowledges my presence. I ask her, “Is that Pork?” At some point during the trip around the strange building, I talk to two unrelated women I’ve known from my past. I can’t remember who they are, I notice that they are wearing clothes, and I’ve gone from being nude, to wearing a sheet around my waist. I’m starting to think this isn’t just a dream, and stranger things may be happening. Now, back in hut with the smoking stove, the woman tells me with a grim look, “It’s not pork”. I suddenly know, “you’re cremating me”. She replied in the affirmative. I knew this would happen someday, and it explains a lot, I thought. I mentioned, “what’s going on? I filled out a card where I donated my body to research, but that doesn’t mean they’ll accept my body, It could be too smooshed, or, they might be unable to use it” The woman tending the fire said nothing, and I woke up. Relieved to be still in my bed with my dogs at my feet. This isn’t the first dream I’ve had where I died, or was dead, but they are rare. This dream is also unusual because I remember so much of it. Have any of you had dreams where you died, or were dead? I know no crematorium in my area looks like this building, and I know they’re built so as not to smell like a smokehouse. I don’t necessarily consider this dream an omen of my death in the near future. Google say’s dreams where the dreamer dies, indicate the dreamer is due for profound change in their life, like the Death Card in the Tarot. What do you think?