Another dream. I was visiting a friend, maybe even going to live with her for a bit. It wasn't the best feeling. I felt out of place. She and her husband had bought my mom's house that I grew up in for most of my childhood. I felt funny parking outside and I didn't have full control of the car. Then I went inside and they were showing me where to put things and so on. They had done a lot of remodeling and added on to the house, but I could still see some parts of the old house. At one point it made me cry. I'm not sure if I was happy or sad. It just made me emotional. Then I was laying back somewhere... lots of other people lived there.... and I sort of was sleeping or thinking with my eyes closed. I could see black and then a light wave and I felt high or dizzy. Later I came to and the skinny Italian that lived there said.. you die twice. So I guess I was thinking, well his English is bad, maybe he meant I passed out twice. But then it was that I wasn't breathing and was "dead" twice and then revived. Strange.
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