Zeina KassemDo our dreams carry messages from the great beyond, sent by the people we have lost, or are they a reflection of our desperation and wishful thinking?
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Do our dreams carry messages from the great beyond, sent by the people we have lost, or are they a reflection of our desperation and wishful thinking? When you are having a dream, you are probably trying to make sense of it. It could be a message from someone who has passed away, or it could be your own interpretation. You are not waking up every day to find out if your dream was real or not. You are always dreaming.
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