The Mother

I am standing between benches, turned toward the back, in the chapel of the church, on the right side, speaking with someone. I am wearing an empire waist dress, blue / sea green(?) coloring, maybe some tiny flowers(?). My hair is dark brown / black, but looks natural. I have added some pounds (10-15/20).

A tall, big man walks in at the back. He sees me, and walks to the left toward a lady, to ask about me. Jovially / happily, she says, “Oh, the Mother”, and brings him to me, which by now I’m near the front on the left side, and introduces him to me. He reminds me of Kyle, intriguing me. I tell him, yes, I am a mother, thinking about my two children, thus the weight. Later on, though, I realize / tell myself that I don’t have any children.

This man has a Polish last name, with the weird spelling. He is funny, having previously been on SNL. His singing is beautiful, to almost being of an operatic quality, seeing him sitting where the choir sits, in the top row.

At one point, I am walking through a hallway, in the church, with him, and others, behind me. I’m having a bit of a difficult time walking, but not struggling, with a smile on my face when I look back.

There are some cards with names inside. Don’t know what for. I see mine, and the big guys together, mine having his last name. A man says it’s because he always sees us together.

I’m sitting outside, by a round table with an umbrella(?), watching two dark black bald men, who are about 20 yards away, get situated. I’m wondering what the big guy would say / do if he saw me looking, but also thinking it wouldn’t bother him too much.

I had put a sleeping bag outside, in the back, but forgot about it. Next thing I know, it’s raining, and Steve, as a young boy (11?), is in it. A church leader, who isn’t physically there, but can see him, asked how he is doing. Steve responded that he is fine, except for the fact that he can’t feel his fingers / hands, and toes / feet. He then covers himself. There is a small grave next to him, with something buried.

There is a line of Asian men, wearing black suits, holding red umbrellas, on the side of a mountain. I only see the faces of the first couple of them, as I see them from above. I don’t know where they came from, where they are going, or how many there are, as I assume that they go around the corner.

(From Oct. 26, 2014)

A tall, big man, who likes me, and wants to get involved, picked me up so that my back was against his left arm, and my legs over his right.

I’m worried about him being able to hold my weight, but then concluded that he could because of his stature.

(From Oct. 25, 2014)

I’m outside, taking a test. My teacher is Bishop Powers. He is enjoying the day, and is enjoying it so much, that he becomes overheated, and needs to lie down on a table. I mention to him, “I thought you had learned from last time”, or something to that effect.

While taking the test, we were able to freely converse with each other. I was one of the last two to finish. The test papers were more like a thin book stapled(?) together, and the pages were of varying shapes, sizes, and maybe colors. The questions themselves also weren’t thought out well. One of the last ones wanted me to put in order several animals, stacked upon each other, which included a hummingbird, turtle, and a cat. The longer I looked at this, more animals seemed to show up.

A guy appeared, as I was finishing, who sat as close to me as he could, on the right side, in an affectionate way. He looked a combination of Eddie Vedder, and a 7th grade t.a. We had taken a previous class together, and knew each other from that, but didn’t do anything outside of that class.

He told me he was from Provo, Utah, and he was what is known / called “Nu Essence”. He then took out, from his right pants pocket, what looked like a small jewelry box, and then got on the ground next to me, facing me. He said he was what was called “Level(?)”, which I might have heard of / about. I told him no, I hadn’t. He then started to explain. (I woke as he was doing so.)

As he was on the ground, I assumed that he was going to ask me to marry him. I was thinking I would tell him that we hardly know each other, but I was considering saying yes. I was also going to tell him that I would give him an answer the next day, as I needed to discuss this with Ali.

(From Oct. 24, 2014)

Ali was gone for several days, for something, and my dad was here with me. Shortly after going to bed, the alarm went off. I went to check it out, and by the time I got to it, it was turned off, and a guy from church in Moreno Valley was there. He came because some of the floor, in the kitchen(?), needed to be removed and replaced. I saw water underneath the house. He then left, but I told him the floor needed to be fixed, and he said it would be. Another guy, also from church in Moreno Valley, showed up to fix it.

The alarm was in a closet, and I saw writing, in black ink, written by a lady. Ali had smudged some of it, maybe so I couldn’t read it?

We had a large round, globe sized, chandelier, and two men were fixing the lights / lighting.

I was reading, in a newspaper(?), “The life you are to have will be”, or something along those lines.

Dad asked about death, if whether now, or at the end life, or both. I said both.

(From Oct. 23, 2014)

A female is parked in a white car, backed up. Not in a lot, but more like under an empty overpass. I don’t see her. She is frantic, on the phone to 911. She is telling the operator that a man is coming after her. The operator knows about this man.

The man, in a car, backs up to her car, speeding, crunching hers, then takes off.

I’m standing on the passenger side, by the back, a ways back. I see her falling out in two, but she is not a body, but more like two burnt circles. I think someone comes with something to cover her.

Black family, mostly women in their 50’s / 60’s, leave church early, as one of them is in a wheelchair, and they don’t want the other people to get in the way.

David Bowie is there, dressed warmly in a dark sweater. I ask him if Iman is ok with him being Mormon. He acknowledges yes.

We (including?) are at Oprah’s house, looking at her collectibles collection. She has some life-sized statues from different movies. She also has some things of Einstein.

I am riding in a rail train, with no top, with somebody else, inside this room. Looking down, I mention that the rail isn’t there, but then I see it.

I’m in Alan Alda’s bedroom, standing at the end, to the left (if on the bed). I think there might also be an orangey cat.

Alan is on the right side of the bed. He has on those square glasses with the big black frames. He is wearing striped pajamas, but I see that they are see through, and see what looks like white shorts underneath.

His wife is next to him, sitting up, with shorts on. She is skinny, so much so, that I can see a bone sticking out of her left leg, up by the hips. She has really short hair, and I wonder if she is gay. There are several different colored striped pajamas on the end of the bed between them.

Alan puts his arm over her stomach / chest area, bringing her down, wanting to get frisky with her. She mentions that I am there. I know they do other things, read, when I’m not there.

(Didn’t realize I had so much to write.)

Get Rid of Outsourcers

Get rid of outsourcers

Dr. J had become a doctor after basketball, but was now retired.

Things were going smooth with Judy, and I, then something happened, and we got into a verbal fight.

Coley had a pasta noodle going across his top teeth. I wondered why Amy didn’t tell him / say something.

I was sitting at the end of the table, waiting for dinner. Coley sitting to my left. Amy leaned over me, her chest in my face (I was leaning back to my left), giving Coley some food / drink.

In front of Ali, I walked naked to get something. I thought, oh well.

(From Oct. 21, 2014)

I was at my parents(?) house, dad sitting in chair to my left, watching the beginning of a soap opera. There was a lady on the phone, said a couple of sentences, then the camera panned to the left. A man had walked in to another man’s apartment. They were dressed up (being a soap opera) in expensive dress clothes. There were small spotlights at the edges of the door, on the ground, facing up.

There was a coffee table in front of me, I’m laying(?) on a couch, with a black digital watch, propped up, facing left. I saw the numbers 5 & 3, and thought it was 5:30. I then became a little anxious / nervous, thinking that I missed work without calling in (it was a new job), and that I hadn’t cleaned the house yet, and what would Ali think. Thinking it was that late, and not much I could do, I decided to wait, and see what happens. I then looked more closely at the watch, and saw that it was counting down the seconds, and the time was actually only around 1, or 2.

There were men outside, lined up in a row sideways, but with space between them. They had come in their trucks, to get paid for the farming they had done. The man I saw was about 10 – 15 pounds overweight, and tall. He was there with a younger boy (10 / 11?). They were facing front left, where was standing the man paying him, who also came in a truck, facing right.

The man getting paid had his hands on the other man’s arms, feeling them, because he had lost the majority of his sight during his working years, but could still see a little. His two fingers (pointer, and middle), on both hands, were shaped more like a sloth’s.

After the payment was made, the man paying, said to the worker, that he (worker) had been working there since (he said a name, but don’t remember) was a baby, talking about someone else.

The man getting paid, and the boy, were then in the truck, just sitting there, with the man on the left. I could then see that the man looked Hispanic. The boy then asked the man, presumably his grandfather, if he (the boy) could come pick up the man after work. The boy then yawned, and laid his head on the man’s shoulder. It wasn’t time for him to be at school yet.

The man was then at a restaurant, sitting at a round table with white tablecloth. He had a drink in his (right?) hand, waiting for his food, brought it up for cheers, looking at a sculpture of someone (Roman era type).

(Ali’s dream)

He was tickling me, while I was running circles around him.

(From Oct. 20, 2014)

Poland

(From Oct. 19, 2014)

Ivana Trump

(From Oct. 18, 2014)

I had a long sheet of hard plastic, which I was cutting into thin strips, but keeping them attached at the end. I then put it over some window blinds, to block out the majority of the sun coming through that fell onto a bed close next to it. The bed belongs to an older lady. I was only able to cover about 3/4 of the blinds, but it was enough.

The farmers are planning to walk away from their homes. I asked why, when it’s so close to the end of the month.

We, Ali and I, are renting from one of them. I thought to myself that we don’t have to leave now, even though they are, and will wait until the end of the month.

Forgot His Mission

The top part of my right big toe was chopped off, not knowing how. There was no blood. I wanted to get to the hospital to get it put back on. My family wasn’t worried / concerned, doing their own thing(s).

Somehow my lower right leg was in some black, thick, mushy stuff. I freaked out (in mind?), thinking it was tar, worrying how it was going to be taken off. I soon then realized that it was mud, and was coming off.

I worried how it would affect my toe, but nothing happened.

(From Oct. 16, 2014)

I’m at church, in Sunday school class with my dad, and I think Mark also. After a while, I go to another class where my mom is, and I think other family members.

My mom tells me that my dad was here, but left to bring back a test, but since he was in the other class, he had forgotten his mission / assignment. (He’s 77, and memory is fading.)

(From Oct. 15, 2014)

Gwen(?) had an operation to get rid of her female parts. She was no longer a fe/male, but just a regular person.

Ali is in bed, and told to look at the bedroom door, which is lit up. He goes over (was told to?), opens it, and at the end of the hallway to the right, a young girl (9 / 10) skips / jogs across from side to side, right to left, holding up a streamer / banner.

(From Oct. 14, 2014)

Travis

Laptop with a 25(?) inch screen, with a picture being drawn on a black background.

It’s Hard

The word “consciousness” came to mind, then Ali told me that it’s hard.

(From Oct. 12, 2014)

The world was going to explode at a certain time, but it didn’t. Don’t know if because it wasn’t going to, or it wasn’t going to at the exact time, on the dot, that was expected.

Greg, but not, looked like a Russian woman. He had gained about 30 pounds, which wasn’t noticeable from the back, and wearing a black dress with belt. He brought the belt up to his breasts.

He had been asked to say a closing prayer (before the explosion ?). He was standing, moving his arms with expression, and started to talk about, before the prayer, with a Russian accent, a weight loss program he was selling, and would need $300.

(From Oct. 11, 2014)

Woke up with the song, “Happy Ever After”, by Julia Fordham.

(From Oct. 10, 2014)

I’m at a (shoe?) store, and hip hop / r&b is playing. The majority of the customers are black. I go to where the music is coming from (front?), and change it. I turn the dial to see what else is playing, but as I turn it, the music stays the same.

As I change the music, I think to myself that I overrule them (the blacks).

Instead of getting upset with me, most of them go to the / a back room to listen to their music.

Still in the store, I have brought two Skechers catalogs that I had gotten in the mail, and am looking through one of them. A young black female is next to me, and she is telling someone else about a couple of the shoes, so I give her the extra one to look through.

(From Oct. 9, 2014)

I was, but wasn’t, in the movie “Alexander and the…. Very Bad Day”, but the circumstances were different. I’m sitting at a rectangular table, at the end(?), with other people, eating. I then see to my left, that several black women have sat down, on both sides, and the end. I tell them that someone else was sitting there.

(From Oct. 8, 2014 Ali’s dream)

He is jogging along a gravel road. Others are there as well. Small towns are along the way. There is a hill that he needs to jog around to come back.

Scared To See

(Night before, I asked, what delivery went well?)

I’m with someone, or several people, seeing a military plane (real skinny with long pointed nose) on a level area, pointing to the left, at the bottom, or near, of an ocean. It’s still in working order, the government having a military outpost here, so that they are close enough to the middle of the earth, so that they can send out a bomb, to the core, and blow up the earth. I mention that if I were to come upon this plane, while under water, I would be scared to see it because of how big it is.

There is a Mexican(?) family, mom, dad, and young teen daughter (with long black hair?), who live on the second story of an apartment building. The daughter is playing with a blanket sized piece of plastic, hanging from the railing.

Military men, dressed in black, and carrying a rifle(?), are running, to the left, to a fight / war (not sure). They are running through a short grassy meadow(?).

The Mexican family is with them, but running to the left of them, like in a “V” direction. There is a person, standing in the top middle of the “V”, making sure the men are going in the correct direction. This person is watching this family, not moving.

The family goes through the middle of a building, as if there were a tunnel, but the entrance was covered, not a door, but something thick as a door, but flexible.

When they were on the other side, I realized that it was their apartment building they went through, and that they were defecting.

Looking up, I saw the plastic still hanging, and pointed it out to them. They are not able to go back in, and get their things, for fear it could be dangerous. Seems though that the daughter was able to keep something of hers.

I see miniature horses, and small dogs(?), hooked up to sleighs, with people. They are leaving the area, taking a path that looks like the left turn of a track.

I see a man, looking like Bill Murray, gliding through the middle of them, like a skier / ice skater. He is wearing thick-soled, colorful thong sandals. I know that once he gets so far, he’ll have to start walking.

(From Oct. 6, 2014)

Briana is swimming in ice cream. She went in with her clothes on, taking them off, except bra and underwear, when she is under, and left them there, underneath. She decides to float on her back, her stomach sticking out.

Out of the ice cream, I notice she has a tattoo, on the outside of her forearm, of the name Steve. The letters look like balloons / bubbles, with different colors inside the letters, backed with a black background.

She has another tattoo, the f word(?), but the f is replaced with other letters.

(Ali’s dream)

He is in a huge building, dressed in camouflage, black boots, and military circular hat. Men are shooting at him, but Ali is quicker, shooting them first, using a pistol / glock and killing them. The men are mostly Arabs, with some Somali’s, terrorist’s, and maybe some Hispanic’s.

The building is like a maze as he runs from them. He then sees that he has to jump to make it to the roof / terrace, where there is greenery / grass. He starts to run to the right, but I am on the left, wearing shorts, telling him that it’s this way, running fast the whole way, with me in front.

The roof / terrace slopes down, then back up, being hilly, finally reaching to a valley below. The greenery continues to the end.

Delivery Went Well

I go back in time with a young woman, back to her house. I noticed a silver magnet on the fridge, worn by time. I can see that it says, “Blondes are (more?) intelligent / smart.”

In another room, she is standing next to a lady, who is sitting, and has makeup on. She is looking at me, intently, and I’m thinking that she looks like another woman.

(Ali’s dream)

We are walking, and see different colored flowers. I point one out, and he says that it is crumpled, and dying. He then sees a red one, and brings it to me, telling me he can give me more. I tell him one is enough, and that I don’t need anymore.

(From Oct. 4, 2014)

I see actresses, from one, or several, soap operas, together for a program on TV. They are sitting on white stadium like seating, but can only see from the chest up. They each in turn come to a microphone, and talk about themselves. One lady, wearing white, as she is walking back to her seat, looks at the camera, and mouths, “I love you”, while her body is facing to the left. She is buxom, as if she has implants.

The ladies are then having fun with one of the others, brunette, sitting up top. They are mentioning that the dancers were able to do their routine with no problems, but when this actress comes forward, she stumbled.

Another lady, wearing white, blonde, comes to the microphone, and is pregnant. She starts by saying that her water has / had broke(n), then starts to talk about herself when she stops, grabs her belly, slightly. There are firefighters lined up in a row to the left of the seats, who immediately get into action.

One of them either left, and came back, or had received a call, saying that she is fine, and the delivery went well.

He also has his young son there, who is tall like a man, and is wearing a suit. The firefighter, and someone else, are mentioning that the son isn’t allowed to get married until he is 18, 21.

The father, and son are then on the floor, on their stomachs, holding on to a bar of gold, slowly sliding it, to pick it up.

The lady who had the baby, is in a room, telling someone thatĀ she didn’t want to say who her doctor was (my mom’s), because he is strict / unfeeling (which he isn’t). Instead, she wants a Dr. Dotr.

Not sure if she morphs into my grandma next, or if it’s a different dream. My grandma (paternal) has swollen up (she was about my height, and thin), and I see the beginnings of sores on her legs. I mention to someone, I think, that they look like someone else’s.

(Ali’s dream)

The leader of Somalia is attempting to kill Ali. He has people flying over, dropping bombs. Ali then starts flying, shooting the planes down with a machine gun. The people are surprised that he can fly, that he has that ability. I tell them / affirm that he does.

(From Oct. 3, 2014)

(Earlier in the day, I was reading about seeing silver in the aura. Silver coins were mentioned, to tap into this.)

I see an ad, black background with white lettering, about someone giving away(?) silver coins. A guy, and girl, who were with me, outside, started walking. She has a backpack because the distance is a ways. I am frustrated with Ali for not letting me go. I then tell myself, “Joy, and love.” (That I should have it towards him.

I look at the ad again, and notice the last line, which you had to look to see because it was also black, mentioned that the person was in a big White House, and to look for it.

(From Oct. 2, 2014)

A guy, working for UPS delivering packages, has to drive a beat up small car, like a Mazda 2, for punishment for doing something he shouldn’t have. My dad, and I, are with him, sitting in the back, with me behind him.

There is something huge on fire, on the top of Chichen Itza’s El Castillo pyramid. It may have been struck from above. There are lots of people on the pyramid, who are now scrambling down. There are bars on either side of the steps, which also caught on fire. A man, after getting to the bottom, touches the bar to make sure it had cooled off.

Don’t Lose The Baby

I’m in the passenger side of a car. My dad is in back, needing to come up front, waiting for me to move, but I don’t. He ends up front anyhow. Somehow I have the brake pedal on my side.

My dad drives fast, and I am amazed that I am able to slow the car down as he turns corners (right).

We have come to a small hill, with a road on top. We wait for the cars to pass before driving up / joining them.

Marie Osmond

I have two plastic pieces to put together, but don’t have the substance to / that hold(s) them together. A lady tells me I can buy what I need cheaply. I calmly respond, “Or buy what works”, implying that cost doesn’t matter. She is stunned / shocked that I would say that.

I’m in a van / bus / RV, with other people. We are waiting for something. I have someone’s baby (6 months?). I’m letting it crawl around. A lady tells me not to lose the baby.

Some of the people are standing, speaking Arabic. Sowin is across from me, on the other side of these people. He is Iranian, but understands Arabic. He is listening, but not participating, with his head slightly down.

It is Ramadan month. I, along with the other women, who are Muslim, have plastic wrap around our heads, like when a robber puts on a stocking. I’m still able to breathe. We are strictly not allowed to poke any hole(s), or danger will come to us. Even still, I want to poke a pinhole in between my slightly parted lips.

I have a knowing that everyone has to walk through a tunnel, as is done during this period, women having to wear the plastic. They are allowed to remove it when they reach the other side. I’m amazed that these women are able to do this. I don’t see the tunnel, so don’t know how long it is.

Some of the men are discussing how / that they hate / dislike praying in that room because there is no room to maneuver / move.

As I am waking up, I see myself crying because I have “lost” my baby.

The name Kamar comes to mind.

Ali is picking up his grey hoodie that he had had sized for him. One of the ladies / the lady had stitched something on the top of the flap of fabric that is inside by the zipper, as a memory of his lost baby / son.