I was in the driveway of my grandparents’ house holding a meal. I suddenly realized that I couldn’t remember where I was supposed to take it. I tried and tried to recall the voice giving the instruction. I heard my dad’s voice say, “Take it to the VanRokel’s” (a neighbor). I also heard and saw a church friend saying, “Please come help my family”. I was then putting the food into the back of my red, compact car, which already had a lot of stuff packed neatly in the back. In addition to the food, I was trying to put in a red rose with a very long stem. The stem was so long, it wouldn’t fit in my car. Around me, I heard voices of people indicating danger. I knew I needed to get back inside for my safety and for my children. I no longer had time to be careful with the rose. I chose to grab the stem and cram it in the car, and worry about the thorns later. I pulled my right hand back and saw hundreds of tiny black thorns. I tried to pick a few out, and decided that it would have to wait until I got inside. Once inside, I looked at my right hand again. This time, I saw huge, smooth things that looked like corn seeds embedded in my hand. They did not hurt at all coming out. I removed 1 or 2 then woke up.