A friend of mine, who lived next door to me, passed away March 26th, 2005. The dream started by me walking past her door, and one of her dogs got loose. She called the dog, and when she saw me, called me Larry. My name is DJ. But she knew me as Larry. We talked for a while and she invited me in. Her home had been fixed up a little and she looked a couple years younger with less health problems. I kept stalling so I could stay and ask her about the night she died and what happened. I never got to ask her. I could swear the dream was real; but I know it isnt. I know she is dead. I have no idea who Larry is. The dream really upsets me for some reason. (sob)
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