I am at a huge church. The altar is practically all gold. I see benchs full of my family and unfamiliar faces. I take a seat against the wall. As I pass by I see my grandpa in a wheel chair. I turn to see a group of people step up to the altar. Behind them are four people carrying a coffin. I know not who has died. I have seen my entire family except for four family members, so I wonder. I turn back to see my grandpa's expression but instead I see one of my younger cousins in the wheel chair, but my grandpa is no where in sight. I must have turned my head for 15 seconds.

I dreamt that my house was attacked by a gang. There were about three guys and three girls. First a girl ran up the porch and began pounding on the door. I could see through the window on the door. That is all I could remember. The wierd thing was that I don't have a porch.

My mother and I were hidding in an elevator and then suddenly we ended up in some type of cage in mid-air with a type of chain holding it. We were at least 100 feet above some city. The cage was unsteady and I was totally freaked, along with my mother. The wierd thing was that there was a hotel or building right next to us with people sunning themselves on a balcony.

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