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This dream was kind of confusing. I walked into my room in Southgate, Michigan. I turned on the light switch and it didn't seem to turn on the light. I tried it a few times more, which then opened my blinds, and the sun game up with a face on it. I then began to float in the air. I didn't know what was going on. My nephew Edward Doyle's grandmother came into the room carrying a laundry basket. I tried screaming to her for help three times. She did not hear me. However then she did look up at me and seemed beyond scared. She dropped the basket covering her mouth in fear. Then ran away. I woke up after this.