I dreamed about three of my family one that is dead and two that are alive. The first was my uncle Martin who is dead. I remember hanging out with him and I ran up behind him and gave him a hug around his middle as if I were a kid and said it was good that he was around again. Also he was cleaning pits of pitch or something from a long bladed knife. My Unvle was always very good with his hands and this was being done in the care that he always took care of things.
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The next was a dream where I was protecting my older brother. I don’t recall anything beyond the fact that I was sticking up for him.
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The next was a dream about my father. He was very ill. I had gone into his bedroom at one point and visited with him and I lay down beside him as he had said he wanted someone to lay with him. I also recall that he had sat up at one point and had a black spot on the back of his hand about the size of two quarters in size. I did not know what it was but I felt it was malignant. I remember thinking that it was not healing.
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