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Early dream: I saw people leaving a church and then the Pasteur went to the back end and blessed two corpses that were in coffins; One on her left that was rancid in a lot of ways and was in a wooden box or crate rather than a fancy coffin, The other on her right (was) in a coffin (and was not rancid.) I then talked to her and later it appeared that I did something else alone but that's not posted here.

EDIT, UPDATE 19-9-2014: Two people who I met who went to church died this year. Are they the two mentioned in the dream? Do I know which is which, if so?

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I also saw a neighbor of mine (A man named Bob Wilson) then later he was in my house and he had to leave through the front door.

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Much later I dreamed of being in Church and thinking of the recent, Prior dream I had of the Pasteur while there along with another one (From 2013) in which I dreamed of her smoking marijuana with a painter (Which I wonder if it applies now in ways it did then,) And then I was facing backwards towards the entrance/exit to the church building; Then a man in a peach colored (Or somewhat colored like that) coat walked up and handed to me a golden trophy and I was wondering if it was really meant for me and I was wondering if it was a mistake, And I voiced my thoughts of the matter.

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Then I (Or "I") was in a building stealing something and after various things I tried getting out of the building by a window; I thought I saw myself fall to the ground in the bushes dead but that must have been something else unless it's symbolically a body that left me. The stuff I had stolen was stuck around my neck rendering me unable to move, And I was caught; The SWAT team found me next to an open window. One of the guys asked me what I'd like to do; Live or Die and I said Live which he said he liked because it saves energy and I said "I agree", Then he or they said to call my employer who put me up to this and I called and it ended with getting to my mother's work place answering machine which I didn't hear the recording fully in-dream but I thought it was re-routed so my mother would be framed. Yet at the same time, if it is her I shouldn't listen to any lies.

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Well I posted it this way at least...?

I was in a boat what seemed like a pond (not 100% sure) with a friend/coworker from school Jacquie.
I looked down at my leg and realized that there was a large gash about the length of a pencil in my left calf. In the gash I could see all the way to my bone with ligaments scattered around. My ligaments were kind of like the thin rectangle plastic twine that is used to bind boxes, only it was green. It was almost like my leg was hollow, and there was no blood.

I was like "ah....maybe I should call a doctor."
Jacquie looks down and is like "Yeah, you should."
I get on the phone which is attached to a large, square, metal machine sitting behind us in the boat. I keep getting transferred and by the time I get a doctor on the phone the gash has extended up to my knee and almost around my entire leg.

They ask me what the problem is and I explain what is happening with my leg and ask if an ambulance can be sent to my old high school (I guess that is where I was). As I do my (where my tibia and fibula would be was just one bone) calf bone snaps off my femur and ligaments snap and bounce around. I quickly grab it and hold it in place so that it doesn't get so mixed up that I don't know where things go anymore.

"My leg just fell off." I tell the doctor
She asks "Are you sure this is a serious issue?"

I honestly wonder if it is. Am I over reacting? I think. I begin to mumble and tell the doctor that I would like to come in anyway, just as a precaution.

She says "Well, call back when you are sure what you want to do." and then transfers me to a machine that gives me facts about the hospital. I hang up angry, and decide to go to the hospital by myself.

I go to stand up, having to use my broken off leg to hoist myself onto my good leg. As the bones scrape together I feel the first pain in the dream. I let out an exhale of pain as I wobble to my feet. I start walking, and Jaquie is suddenly someone else. We enter a courtyard area and I suddenly nabbed by a guy with a gun looking for an easy hostage. He at first grabs my friend, but quickly lets her go and grabs me after seeing my leg.

We are quickly surrounded by a SWAT team with all guns aimed in this direction. They had been chasing him for awhile and I was annoyed that I was about to be the reason he got away. I wasn't scared as much as I was annoyed that I could not get away on my leg.

The SWAT team goes to move in and he shows off my leg my forcing me to stand up. (I am somehow sitting again) I do, and writhe in pain as my bones scrape together again. I try to hold my leg straight up to keep myself stable. Everyone lets out a gasp full of pity and I am really annoyed. I think to myself, "I don't care if you feel bad for me, it would be great however if you guys would actually help me. I need a hospital more than a childish groan."

My condition was however enough to get the SWAT team to back off. One of them for whatever reason seemed injured I go up to him and ask him if he is ok. I am pretty sure he had a moment of "she is asking me if I am ok". He says yes and slips me a gun, I nod in recognition and take it. My captor came up and pushed me away from him, resulting in me stumbling awkwardly backwards.

As soon as I gain my balance, I take the gun, aim it at his head, and pull the trigger. Nothing happens. I realize I did not cock it and that I am an idiot. I reach to cock the gun with my thumb but it doesn't feel like it is there. He raises his gun and aims it at my head. I see that my gun does not have a cock but two buttons in its place. He fires, luckily it does not work, and his gun beings to smoke. I hit the button on the left. (I somehow realized duh! I didn't hit the button.) and proceed to shoot him in the head.

He falls down dead and I am on to the next step of getting to the hospital. Everyone begins to cheer, and I thought, crap...now they are distracted and I will never get there. It calms down quickly however and they get me there.

I am checking in to the hospital as I wake up.

I was on a road trip with a group of friends. We were in a park that had many different rides. On one ride there was what looked like a subdivision, but the road was composed entirely of raging water. We got on a large innertube made for 4 people and rode on that one. It was pretty fast. At the end of the ride it spilled us out onto a wet grassy area and my friends decided that they wanted to ride that one again. The park offered a service that gave people free rides back to the beginning of rides using a 4 wheeler. My friends hopped on the 4 wheeler but 2 of us (including myself) couldn't fit on the 4 wheeler due to lack of available seats.

"That's ok!" My friend says, "I have a motorcycle!" She literally takes the motorcycle out of her pocket and we climb on.

"THAT'S HER!" I hear someone yell in front of us. There are police men, possibly the SWAT team, standing around. Either way, there are men dressed in black (almost to the point of looking like ninjas) staring at us. They are pointing to my friend, accusing her of having a rare and illegal drug.

"Shit!!" She screams, and accelerates the motorcycle. The SWAT team chases after us. The road is ending on us, and the only means of escape is a garage door that is closing. She accelerates to get there before the door closes all the way. We have about a foot of space closing in on us before the door meets the ground. She swerves suddenly and puts the motorcycle at about a 15° angle. The vehicle screeches and we slide safely inside.

She keeps going top speed and I'm clinging on to her for dear life. The police are catching up with us again as we race down a hallway inside the building (the garage was also a entrance to a large building with a long hallway). The hallway is about to end, and the only way out is a door which leads down a large set of spiral stairs. She breaks the door down with the motorcycle still going fast and we go tumbling down the STAIRS on a flipping MOTORCYCLE!!!

"MOTORCYCLES WEREN'T MADE FOR THISSSSSSSSSSSS!@!!!!!!!!@@@" I scream in a bumpy panic. After about 15 flights of spiral stairs we zoom out of the building and back onto open streets. I can see a few police men staring at us. One of them is holding a tiny can of metallic green.