💀death

Date: 5/9/2016

It was extremely weird... I was on vacation or a cruise or something and something like a bomb went off but I don't remember it actually happening, only the repercussions. It was my brother, stepmom,dad, and boyfriends and we all thought we were dead . We planned our own funerals and I vividly remember being in a room with large brown cardboard boxes. They had our names written on them and I can remember seeing my boyfriends name scribbled into the far left corner of one of the boxes. Then I remember my name being spelled wrong (per usual) on another box. The other box had my moms name even thou she wasn't in the initial explosion. We had numbers on our boxes and a half number represented an open casket size and full numbers were closed. I was one of the few with an open casket so I remember my mom and I looking in a care log for prices in closed catelogs. Someone else died and I needed a dress for their wake and I was crying in my dream because all of our funerals were on the same two days... Thursday and Friday. My funeral dress was big and bulky and black and I picked it a pink red one for the other funeral. But when I asked my grandma "which one do u like better" and held them next to eAch other, they were exactly the same. Somehow there was a moment of realization that I had and shared with my brother specifically. I said "wait if we didn't die in the initial bombing, why did we know we were dying soon enough to feel dead and plan as if we were?" (well not all that but along those lines) it took the whole dream to realize that we weren't dead ?! And there was another dream too where this man was killing people and he had us locked up basically. We kept trying to call 911 but they wouldn't answer and kept leaving us messages saying we were in India so they couldn't help us. Somehow that guy became my stepdad who is handy with computers and we said he made them think we were in India on purpose . (For some reason though I thought the killer person was my stepdads sister?!) and we were in a house that felt like my home in real life until a lady came wondering where her friend was. At the time I knew who the friend she was talking about was but rn I can't seem to remember. I remember she was quite large and had a spare tire which is interesting because I never remember so much detail about individuals in my dreams. We kept trying for 911 and my mom kept blabing to my stepdad cuz she didn't wanna believe it was him. I can't remember much more detail about the dream