Realizing I Had Died Earlier In Helicopter Crash

Someone is trying to cause harm to my baby. I am looking for a babysitter and she is kidnapped. The entire time I am looking for a babysitter but it switches to her being kidnapped and I am desperately trying to find her. I keep talking to babysitters who don't seem to really care. I go on a helicopter at dusk with two other people. We are on the helicopter searching for Amelia. We come down on a road to land and instead, we crash. We all make it out alright though.

Later on, while still looking for my baby, I walk passed the spot we crashed in the helicopter and see three tombstones. We all died and just now realized it. We were in shock. It was very eerie and sort of sad because of everyone we were leaving behind.

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Clairvoyant dream. Death + Worrying about child... a few days later, I miscarried. 

Living in Small Room in France

I'm living in France, in a tiny room inside someone's place for 350 Euros/month. I'm wandering around town with a friend shopping. We see a chocolate candy store and ask the local people (in French) which chocolate is the best. They recommend two kinds. One kind is 23 Euros. My reaction is "Holy Shit". The other kind is 8 Euros. I go for that one even though that one is expensive too. I have a huge dessert craving, which is rare for me. I am excited to be living in France and to experience the food culture. I love picking out different pastries at the bakeries. I think to myself, I'm going to get fat. And then I retract that thought because of how much walking I will be doing here.

Later on in the dream, I find out that my cousin is beating his new wife. She is withering away. I offer to hide her in my room. Because I know how much of a scam artist her and my cousin are and because she has a job, I ask her to try and pay 100 Euro/month to stay with me. She agrees and settles in. My cousin doesn't even look for her or care what is going on.

Search for the Guy in Another Dimension

I am in some sort of different dimension. It's a little darker/greener toned but not too abnormal. I meet several new people. One person in particular meets my eyes and we instantly have a connection. He has dark brown, wavy hair and is just slightly taller than me. We talk for a few minutes until I am helplessly in love and have fallen into his arms. We hug and kiss so passionately. I never want it to end. It's been so long since I've felt so loved and wanted. But as fast as it all happened, it is already time to go back home. I am extremely sad but go home anyways, back to my own life in the other dimension.

As soon as I get home, I realize that I had made a huge mistake and need to get back as soon as possible. I don't know why I had to go home but there is nothing for me here anyways. I try to take buses, walk through forests, and eventually I find myself back into that dimension. There is some sort of school where he is taking classes. I search the halls/outdoors for him there. I run into several girls, some smoking weed and they ask if I want some. I decline because I don't want to fail a drug test, as I'm currently searching for a career job. They ask again and tell me it's not as strong so I take a hit. It is very smooth. They were right, it's not as strong. I can just barely feel the effects, which is just the amount I needed to help conquer this desperation.

On goes my search for the guy that captured my heart and soul within minutes.

I run into a friend of his in a forested path. He says that he will help me find him. We walk throughout the area, searching for him. I see two other guys that resemble him but they are not him. I can't even remember his name. It's something like Arturo, but that is definitely not it. Turini? I can't remember... But this friend of his knows who I'm talking about. I don't know why he didn't tell me his name but that didn't cross my mind.

As I'm searching and searching for him, the alarm clock goes off.

High Class Fashion Resale Store

I'm selling used clothes to a high class fashion resale store. It's owned by a very classy, fashion designer. I walk in to find several other women there, also wishing to sell their clothes. There is a contest going on. Everyone has to model their clothes down this runway that is built into the store. For some reason, I feel like I have a good chance. At least, I am really enjoying myself. The whole place is ultra chic and modern. There are black and white tiles on the floor, black sparkly dressing rooms, and red walls. There are mirrors everywhere and very well organized racks of fancy clothing. I walk into a dressing room and put on my clothes. Another girl, holds up a sweater to the designer and asks if that is okay. She doesn't say anything. I know that she originally bought that sweater from an expensive store but apparently it is not good enough for this resale store. I'm not nervous or worried about my clothing, just excited.