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recurring dream

I'm at my best friends mothers house and i'm there with my ex husband and two children (they are still small) There is sand all over the floor and i'm mad at him because he is sitting in the middle of it eating like nothing is wrong.  I'm telling him it has to be cleaned up or Maria will be angry with me.  It seems like he has bought a ton of junk food from a warehouse because it won't all fit in the cabinets.

My friend and her husband come "home" which isn't really their home.  She jokes with my ex husband, cajoling him and i feel him getting angry.  I'm afraid.  I start to clean up the mess and he starts yelling but cleaning it up.  I leave and go home to the house i grew up in.  I move my daughter out of her room (used to be my room) and put her in my bed (used to be my parents room).  I go and get my son who is a baby from the living room sleeping in a playpen.  I drag it down the hall and i hear the ex coming home so now i'm running to lock the doors to the bedroom.

He coax's me out of the room because he has Miyagi.  He says we are going out to dinner and for some reason i ride my own motorcyle and he drives a van.  It's an out door hot dog shack so i go stand in line and tell the guy behind the counter to call the police i'm being held against my will.  He says he knows.  He can tell.  My bike falls over and some little girl goes over and picks it up like its nothing.

A swat team arrives and my ex lets Miyagi go on purpose into the road.  I run after him and the police start shooting at my ex.  I pick up Miyagi and then i'm back at my friends house helping her clean the mess and my ex shows up.  I start yelling at him all the things that are wrong and he shows me he has tattooed his whole back and wants me to do the same.  I throw things at him. 
Thats all i can remember. 

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