Fake Death Punishment

I've always been.. since I was a kid.. superstitious about writing down a dream when it involves death.  It's silly.. but I want record of this dream.

I was at work.. though the office was not like any office I had worked in before.. it was some hybrid of the office in Bellevue and ... I'm not even sure what.  Mom called to inform me that my sister Cath passed away.  It was shocking and devastating... I, in dream, felt as though I had an earlier premonition about losing someone close to me.  I fell to the floor and started sobbing.  I had this feeling like death is all around me, and I'm being purposely punished cause of something I did,  and my lack of control about it overwhelmed me.

She had 2 kids and a 3rd on the way.  What was going to happen now?

Either later that day or sometime during the night I got a phone call.  The voice on the phone said it was Cath. I wasn't fully convinced as it didn't sound like her on the phone.. her voice sounded different.  She tried to explain that she faked her death.. and why, if she was lying, did the death certificate say she weighed 97lbs less than normal considering she was pregnant.  I was stunned.  Completely shocked.  This isn't like Cath.. this is nothing she would do.. ever.  To leave her kids. And apparently abort the unborn one.. for what? - She ran away with another guy.. I insisted that she send me a picture.. some kind of proof cause I didn't believe it.. I asked if I could see her.. but they were across the country in FL of all places. 

The dream now turned into a strange POV of this guy she ran away with... he was a tall muscular black guy with long well maintained dreadlocks.... I could see through his eyes momentarily as he was on a morning jog.. the intersection of Cleveland and California streets...(And if you want to talk about creepy.. I just googled that intersection to see if it existed and it does - In FL even - WTF???: California Rd & W Cleveland Ln, Lehigh Acres, Florida) 

There was this weird sensation like he knew I was watching... and he didn't want to give up clues about where they were. Then later, a 3rd person POV, where he took a swim in a water way and some young kid jumped on his back for the ride.

How was I going to tell Mom and Jenn?  It was so unfair for them to hurt thinking she was gone when she is alive but trying to escape her life.  In dream I wasn't even mad about that.. I was too focused on the fact that she was alive vs. dead.. 

Cracked & Dilapidated Feelings

I was standing with his grandfather while he was cleaning a cement walk way - with precise detail to each crack even... we were behind what looked like an dilapidated cement wall that was once the front or rear of a house... I saw a car pull up... another girl that was interested in him.. and he may have once been interested in her... he excused himself from my company to go greet her... the feelings I felt by this are hard to explain... in dream I have no idea who any of the other characters in this dream were.. I didn't even really feel like myself... but I caught part of their conversation as it coasted in on the wind... he was explaining to her his feelings for me to her great disappointment.   It's interesting to hear people talk about how they feel about you when they don't think you are listening.  Why can't people talk like that to your face?

Fist Full of Milk

A couple had taken us in after some tragic event - I remember standing in a work room with the male figure at his work table that was next to a huge screen that overlooked a large grassy field... he said he used to have to bat things off of the screen and remind kids not to lean on it.  The woman figure turned out to be a real evil lady like a flowers in the attic type.... controlling.. she tried to tell me I couldn't make myself another glass of chocolate milk.. I ended up beating her up with the gallon jug of milk held tightly in my fist.

And then went to rinse out the cup I had used previously - then I woke up.

Disgusted Fragments

Grandma had died and we had to return back to deal with that.  I can't believe her husband was still living - he had dropped a lot of weight but he was still a sick pervert and I was struggling to hold my tongue and contemplating all the ways in my head to avoid his hug without coming off unsympathetic.  I gave in, not wanting to make a scene and allowed him to hug me.. I felt disgusted - I didn't want him touching me or touching my sisters.  Not that anything ever happened when we were kids - but now that we are adults I worry he would make us a target like he did to my mom and my aunt.  I've never disliked someone as much as I dislike him.  I don't even care for my grandmother I don't know why I felt so obligated to attend this in my dream.

Mom had said she hadn't told Dad yet about the inheritance - but that grandma was broke.  There was a worry or concern feeling about one of my cousins that had to be raised by these grandparents when my aunt passed away.

Something about working from home - but home was my old childhood home - which in dream was now mine as an adult.  I remember being in the master bedroom and observing the clock which seemed to protrude from the wall further than any other clock I had seen.  Pat was living there with me I think.. or he had at least stopped by.

Cigar Tricks

Quite possibly the most boring dream recall:

In a hotel with 2 people I have no knowledge in waking life of knowing.  One I was rather comfortable with and there were hints that we were sexually engaged with each other during this temp visit.

We had met a CEO big wig who pulled up in his black town car (he had a driver) - he came out smoking a cigar..that or I had offered to light his cigar so he could smoke it.. a bit hazy now.  He made a threat and to prove his thread blew up a helicopter which contained at least 1 person we were all close to.

We returned back to the rooms in which we were staying and there was this stuff strewn about that was of the deceased.. on top of her stack of paperwork she had left me a letter.  We all cried.  We were all scared and now knew we must return to our respective homes.

Eric came in to the main hotel room where he saw we had to replace some things that were used from the fridge.. and a lot of alcohol was purchased but not consumed by us.

I remember realizing I had 3 bags so it must have been a long trip.