My mother and I were with some people and we knew that my mother was going to die. But she wasn't dead yet.
So the people decided that they should speed up her death by injecting her with a black liquid, some sort of poison, from a metal object.
My mother had a son (who looked nothing like my waking life brother). There were other relatives there too. The people were going to compensate the son with money or something.
I was quite upset because I wasn't ready for my mother to die. I kept crying saying, "I'm not ready yet." I thought about her apartment and I was afraid.
Then the people went up in a space ship. The son was satisfied that he would be compensated. But I was upset.
Dream edited for easier reading - JT, 2005
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