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[mzb027]

I had a dream last night that I was a bi racial woman, walking down the sidewalk of either Chicago or New York, it was either really early in the morning, or dusk. I had a black chunky belted cardigan with a white mock turtleneck, my hair pulled back in a poneytail, all curly in the back. Im walking to work, me and my business partner own a candy/pastry shop. Im talking on the phone, I say, "...theyre towing the car now, its fine, ill be there in a little bit." and hang up. As Im walking to the shop, I have flashes about what just happened as I couldnt remember the past twenty minutes. Each flash was more intense than the other. I was driving a black Suburban, and my back went into major spasms, causing the lower half of my body to go into almost epileptic type reactions. My foot was jammed on the accelerator, and my car hit the rear end of a UPS truck going full speed. I saw myself go through the windshield, and as soon as my head hit the back of the truck, I heard a large crack, and everything went black. I was standing in front of my business with the new found realization that I was dead. I walked into the kitchen where my partner was cooking with her back to me. I tried to get her attention several times, but there was no response. In an instant I could feel her thinking, "...shes late. Again. Where is she..." as soon as I knew she was thinking of me, i leaned back on the counter and i could move objects while I was on her mind. I hit a glass. She turned and ignored it. I then slid the glass down the counter, she was startled. I was getting frustrated that she couldnt hear me, so I took a fairly large glass jar and slid it incredibly hard down the counter where it shattered on the floor. My partner put her hands to her face, obviously freaked out, and sat down on the other side of the kitchen counter. Im waiving my hands in front of her, yelling, Im right here! Why cant you hear me? I saw a bowl of caramel that she was using to cook with, which I poured over my hand. My partner saw the shape of a caramel coated hand in front of her, and with a tilted head began to ask me what was going on. As she asked me questions, I would spell out letters in the palm of my hand, explaining who I was. She finally asked me, " whats going on, where are you?" and I spelled out, I'm dead

then I woke up

Wtf.