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I didn't remember many dreams for most of my life.
For the past year, I have been really sick because of my heart. I wake up dreaming that I am dying, and I am very sad.
Unfortunately, this is the time my brain decided to let me know and remember my dreams.
And it's pretty easy to interpret, I am afraid of death...

More like an ADer's mascot!
Usually, they're the ones I didn't want to remember.
So I wouldn't call them dreams. Sometimes they're nightmares, sometimes they're just dreams of things I wish and hope for... but again, rarely do I remember them or have them... whichever it is. 

