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I dreamt last night in black and white, which is a first for me. The set-up of the dream was odd; it was like a game or simulation. An experiment. I was on an old luxury boat, and it was sinking. There were four groups of people staying in different cabins- one was a single mom and her two kids, one was two good friends, one was an African tribe that stayed above deck the entire time, and the other I can't remember. I had to experience each group, as if it were a level in a video game, as they tried to survive. I don't think they made it; the most vivid part of the dream was me dying. I often die in dreams, but I always wake up before I'm legitimately dead. This time, however, I died all the way- I fell backwards, and then there was a rapid progression of black-and-white imagery. Then I woke up.

I dreamt that I was in a bookstore. First I saw Cathy Cassidy, a lady I used to go to church with, and she gave me a hug and said she missed me. Then I saw my grandma. (She died in December; before that, she had severe Alzheimer's for years) She hugged me, too, and we talked for a while, and she wanted to get some movies and watch them together, and I woke up because I really, really miss her.