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Currently, I am experiencing some trouble with recall. The experiences simply vanish. This from my limited notes last night.

My husband and I were in a large parking lot of cars, in two rows, with an opening down the middle you would walk through. It appeared to be much as a car show. His brother, Erik (still among the living, best that I know; this is my second "Erik" dream in less than a week; I have not heard from my husband's brother in about five years) was assisting. Erik walked out of a small building, overcome with pain. He crumpled to his knees. It was clear he was having a heart attack. In the dream-experience, I was frantically running around looking for cayenne extract ("in real life", if a stroke, heart attack or shock patient is given this, they will easily recover), which I could not find. Erik's wife, Ruth, appeared with a cell in her hand, calling 911 for assistance.