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Oddly, I have recurring dreams about waking up in the same cemetery, and panicking trying to find a way out of the huge place.
The other night, I dreamt I was part of the wacky races team. We crash landed, and found our way to a small town and went into an italian restaurant. Somehow, the dream ended with a psychic giving us readings, and mentioning she sees an lady ghost from the 1800's, on fire, just staring at us from the restaurant's back yard.
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