These two dreams took place over 2 nights, with nothing that I can think of that could have triggered them...
1ST Night- I dreamed that my father[we are estranged], mother, and I were at a conference speaking of abuse. My father was telling the crowd of sexual abuse that I had endured. I was backstage weeping as I heard him speak. When the conference was over, my parents went out to the car. I waited inside, talking with a friend. A woman, and two men walked past us, all dressed in gray suits. The woman was showing the men around the building. The 3 of them, and my friend and I all looked up [simultaneously] through the large, paned sunroof as 3 brass planes flew overhead. The woman said, "Oh that's strange." Then paused, then she said again, "Oh, my God..it can't be...we're all going to be dead in 30 seconds!!" I looked up to see that the planes had dropped bombs on us. I started running down some golden stairs that had some type of pattern on them. But the stairs were never ending.
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