"I went to a party and there were a lot of people that I knew my boys were there they were all in their late teens at the time they were all sitting on a couch with other kids and unlocks my dad and mom neither of them looked quite right my dad had normal skin tone but then painted like gold lines above his eyes and by his lips and nose and really all over his face and hands and unusual designs almost highlyphic looking his clothes were unusual too rather flamboyant and sparkly my dad was basically a farmer big guy 6 ft 3 in real life he died in his 40s and was none of the things in this dream my mom I don't really remember what she was in the dream I don't recall her very much mostly him apparently he was running for governor or some other appointed office and was on his way to a youth rally to bring the youth in to vote for him. Everybody was excited to see him and excited to see how he was dressed said the youth would love it I went up to him and we all were going to pray and my mom held my hand and I thought it was my dad and I looked up and my dad was standing way back and I said no I want to hold your hand too so I went back and grabbed him by the hand and brought him up to stand by my mom and held his hand and we prayed together with the room . I have no idea what was said and then they left for the rally I looked for my kids but they had already left for the rally and I wasn't sure if I was supposed to go or not and as I was heading out to leave my nieces came and they were adult women by then and they were heading to the rally but they were very emotional and said they couldn't go because being in the spotlight again brought back trauma and so many emotions they couldn't go and they were both crying and they went home yet in real life none of their parents had ever run for office or been in the spotlight"

"I found myself in a sprawling, ancient library with ceilings that vanished into shadow. I was searching desperately for a book I knew contained the secret to my future, but every time I reached for a spine, the shelf would stretch further away. The silence was heavy, like a physical weight. Suddenly, water started seeping from the floorboards. At first it was just a trickle, but within seconds, the aisles were rushing rivers. I wasn’t afraid of drowning, but I was terrified of the books being ruined. The scene shifted abruptly—I was now swimming in a vast, calm ocean under a twilight sky. In the distance, a solitary island rose up, topped by a massive clock tower that wasn’t ticking. I swam with a strength I don’t possess in waking life. When I reached the shore, the sand was made of crushed gemstones. I climbed the tower’s winding stairs, which felt endless. At the top, there was no clock face, only a giant mirror. When I looked into it, I didn’t see myself. I saw a younger version of my father, but he was wearing my clothes and looking at me with a mix of pity and pride. He handed me a key that was burning hot, but I took it anyway. I woke up just as the heat became unbearable."