The last man whos life we took care of pulled his car into the parking spot right in front of his store and nearly ran over me and my wife. I ran up, reached in the window and pulled him half way out of the car. I was yelling at him for almost killing me and my wife. He started to argue like it were no big deal so I put my hands on either side of his face and squeezed ---- puckering up his face and bulging his eyes. I leaned in and looked him in the eyes and told him how my wife was all I lived for.
When he left for Italy to be married he gave a little speach and handed each man in my group money. I don't know how much we got.
The man I was just describing had a heavy Italian accent.
In this last scene with the Italian, the group of men and I were dressed up like street mimes.
In the background you could see three women. Singing and playing musical instruments. These three were dressed in beautiful white wedding gowns.
I remembered seeing three women following us (the group of men) around. Once they were dressed as nuns.
They had something on us.
I had a false awakening in which I got up and reviewed this dream in my mind. A dream about dream recall. I had problems with the alarm in this one. (I could not make sense of the time on the clock)
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