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The dream begins with me on the side of SR-312. My mom comes to pick me up, and asks me if I have a ride to the convention I want to go to. I tell her I will get a ride from <PERSON> (My brother). She tells me that he is gone. I knw what she means by it, but it is very hard for me to accept at first. Then she tells me he committed suicide and I try fighting the sadness from hearing this. I almost break down, but she looks so stoic and I do not want to lose control in front of her when it must be even harder for her. My friend <PERSON> is in Gainsville with <PERSON>. I am a bit annoyed at this, because <PERSON> pisses me off. She drives me to Steak and Shake where I am going to apply. They are doing open interviews and there is a dog nearby who is shadow is acting strange. Next, I am in a house watching a clip of a movie with <PERSON> in it, getting stabbed and falling over a railing. This reminds me of <PERSON> and then I see Admiral <PERSON> and letting her win, so he can resign. He feels he failed his crew, and I think of my brother and wish I had seen a sign. I start crying and then wake up, still crying a while until realizing that it was a dream. I was so certain it actually happened, and upon figuring out that I had just woken from a dream, a large rush of relief acme over me. Upon falling back to sleep, I am in a dream where I am with a girl I want to be with (In the dream, I have never met her in waking life) and another friend, <PERSON>. We stop at this little souvenir shop where I see a row of kids embroidering some of the dreamcatcher like hanging charms. The girl and I are walking together, debating which ones we would like in our house (I guess we had a thing, but were not actually together). She said she wants one of the hanging charms, and I tell her I think their terrible looking, except for the ones that did not look like child pictures. There were some that looked like Native American designs that I quite fancied, which she then told me were the ones that she meant. We picked one out and she took it to the counter. Then I am messing around with <PERSON>, and as a practical joke, he rubs a small amount of dog shit on me. I tell him that is fucked up and he laughs. I go to teh bathroom to clean it off and then I wake.