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This is the only recurring dream I've ever had. Basically, it's about the end of the world, and it goes almost the same way every time. I'm in the kitchen about to open the refridgerator to get something to eat, when a rumbling begins. I'm thrown to the floor as the shaking gets worse, along with my mother, who is a few paces away. I try to get to her, but I can't move. In another variation, I'm standing at the front window looking out the blinds as it happens, and am able to catch a glimpse of what's causing the rumbling. And in the last version, I make it out to the front porch before it starts and look up to see a crystal ship. I'm forced to my knees as the rumbling starts. Apparently it's aliens returning to reclaim the earth.
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