My Dream - The Knife

      I dreamed that an ex-boy friend died, and I inherited his clothing, which I donated to charity.  But, he lived in a building with people, one of which was his girlfriend.  There had been a knife in my inheritance.
     I went back to get the knife.  It was lying on the ground.  I took it to donate or sell, but never got that far.  It was a very sharp and dangerous knife, a weapon.  I never got rid of it.  I was trying to.  I put it upward, in the waste of my pants, but if I bent over, I realized I would stab myself, and probably kill myself.  So, I carried it around, trying to get rid of it.  I guess I picked it up, thinking those people would hurt one another, if I left it there.