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Hello again, This is the dream: Both my parents and I are uder water (the ocean floor) running some kind of a projerct. We are building something for the people . The building itself is in its scafolding level (the begining of it), and my father was the mannager of the whole project (he is the dead person). My mother and I are responsible for human resorses, working with the people at the sight itself etc. While we are under water, everything looks normal. We are breathing and talking normaly ... Oh...the scafoliding is made out of wood. Anyways...At some point, I feel stresses. I cannot breath. When I am looking over, I can see my parents strugling as well. We all try to swim back up to the surface. I get there first. I wait few minutes, and non of them arives. Then I dive down again - looking for them. I see my mother and I help her out. When we reach up, the ocean looks like a pool. I help her climb out of it, but she slips and fall in again. I go down again, and this time she makes it up safely. My father didn`t came up yet, and I feel that I am totaly stresses and upset. I say to myself that I cannot lose him again. I go down to look for him. I cannot find him, until someone lifts him out of the water (his is covered with a white sadin) Someone asks me to identify him, and I do. I feel upset about the whole issue. About not having enough time to look 4 him... That`s it - pretty much. Thanks again. Claire.
Hello again, This is the dream: Both my parents and I are uder water (the ocean floor) running some kind of a projerct. We are building something for the people . The building itself is in its scafolding level (the begining of it), and my father was the mannager of the whole project (he is the dead person). My mother and I are responsible for human resorses, working with the people at the sight itself etc. While we are under water, everything looks normal. We are breathing and talking normaly ... Oh...the scafoliding is made out of wood. Anyways...At some point, I feel stresses. I cannot breath. When I am looking over, I can see my parents strugling as well. We all try to swim back up to the surface. I get there first. I wait few minutes, and non of them arives. Then I dive down again - looking for them. I see my mother and I help her out. When we reach up, the ocean looks like a pool. I help her climb out of it, but she slips and fall in again. I go down again, and this time she makes it up safely. My father didn`t came up yet, and I feel that I am totaly stresses and upset. I say to myself that I cannot lose him again. I go down to look for him. I cannot find him, until someone lifts him out of the water (his is covered with a white sadin) Someone asks me to identify him, and I do. I feel upset about the whole issue. About not having enough time to look 4 him... That`s it - pretty much. Thanks again. Claire.