Obstructed View

I’m in a building / house, in the second floor. There were tall, thick trees in back that were pulled up, and placed against the building so as to block / cover the view out the window.

I am on the second floor of same building(?), and looking out a window, I see a young woman  (20′s) in her truck surrounded, and covered with wood chips. I tell two women who are deep in conversation behind me (one young, the other in her early 50′s), who then get up to go help, still deeply engaged. By the time I get there (I never do see these women down there, or again), I see that she has gotten up, and realize what was the truck was just some foam, with a facade of a truck, by sticking a piece of wood through it.

I am in a room with a rectangular table. There is  a young black man (late teens / early 20′s) sitting at the table. Seems there may be a chalkboard behind him. I sit on the other side of him, across the table. There is an older man sitting at the end, to my left. I mention my reason for sitting where I sat is because we all need our space. The young black man is happy with this answer, and repeats, “Yes, we all need our space”, placing his leg(s) over the chair(s) next to him toward the other man.

I am in a kitchen, and a man tells me he needs to speak to me. (Or perhaps those are reversed?) I am standing with a fridge(?) to my left. Up in the ceiling is a fold up door with ladder attached. The passage is barely big enough for an adult to go through. The man is waiting for me up there. The bottom portion of the ladder isn’t coming down. While I’m fiddling with it, I’m thinking about a circular stairway (somewhat like in a lighthouse) behind a door that uses, and wonder why I can’t just use those instead.

The backyard has dirt over on the right side over by / next to the (old man) neighbor. I pick up one grain of dirt, and a big hole appears, engulfing some of the neighbor’s paver bricks (he doesn’t have any). I mention this to someone, that I only picked up a single grain of dirt.

Coming To the Light

WWII(?) in Asian country.

Missionaries, and the Navy are involved with a project no one knew about, but is now coming to the light.

This project had been documented during the involvement with. (Is that how I should word it?)

Group of missionaries, 50 – 100 of them, walking along concrete path, having fun. They were not wearing their badges (don’t know if there were any back then), and the guys were casually dressed (there were females also, and they were mostly in dresses / skirts, it seems).

The President (leader) of the mission(aries) is talking to someone, answering questions, in Oriental language, while walking. He is casually dressed, wearing a polo shirt. He answers one last question, looks toward person, to his left, then opens a door, and walks through, shutting the door behind him.

I see signatures of these people (Navy included) in different spots. One of them, his first name is Cel, and has his military rank. The rest of his name, he has fun with, changing it up each time with a new name / description (of him), but / and everyone knows it’s always the same person.

Two pictures, of these same group of people, comparing them, and affirming that the same people are in both pictures.

Paid For Two

A man says that being paid for one book is good, but it’s better to be paid for two.

A perturbed guy has a professional check he is holding, still attached is the receipt, that has been made out to him for writings he has done. He’s standing between two people, wanting something on the check to be fixed. He holds up the paper to me to see, but I am a couple of feet away, so don’t see what he is complaining about. I then think that maybe I could send some of my poems to be published, and get paid for them, but then am not sure about the quality of my poems.

A young girl (9, 10) is in the air, vertical, propelling herself with her legs as frogs do. I then see her with a charcoal bow and arrow. She shoots it (at an animal?), but the arrow is only capable of going 6 feet, so it ends up just shy of the target.

I am in L.A. at Zac Efron’s house, looking at it from outside in back. I’m thinking it might be, or at least reminds me of, a house that was featured on an episode of HGTV’s House Hunters: Renovation (the Spanish Fixer episode). I am then in the back room of the house, where it is semi-enclosed, but still open to the back. I lean to my right because of the sound of water. I see a fountain of water where a jacuzzi would be, sprouting water into the pool. (It is the pool, that if you’ve seen that episode, you can get a general vision of what I am seeing.) There are white blankets and pillows layered all over, Bohemian style. There are cats, and dogs lying around, enjoying being there, and having fun. Zac has a bunch of his friends over, who are (mostly) in the backyard, having a party. They don’t see me. As Zac converses with me, he playfully jumps around.

I am naked, and at one point, pull up a blanket to cover me, but take it off shortly after. Zac is lying by / on it, and mentions that there is sweat. I tell him I was a bit warm (my body is naturally warm). I ask if it’s a double blanket, pulling it toward me to look. I see that indeed, it is, with two blankets sewn together.

In the backyard with small green rolling hills, a man (Islander?) is wearing a big heavy blue coat. I think he has a metal detector. He says to Zac, “One of these days I’m going to catch you”, meaning, catch Zac having sex.

Zac then sucks on my left breast for a bit, then jumps around again. He then comes in front of me, observing my breasts. He then says that when he is up close, they look perfect, but when he leans back, they’re off. He says there could be some orange stuff in my left breast behind the nipple, and that I should have it looked at.

He then lies on me, stomach to stomach, pulling his penis up, and between us. He begins to suck my left breast, and I suck him. I start to get excited, gradually tighten my grip on his right arm up by his shoulder. He says he wishes he could stick / put it in.

I woke up with the lyrics, ” There must be some misunderstanding. There must be some kind of mistake” sung by Genesis / Phil Collins.

Lion Chases Deer

My family is in some type of white elevator(?) looking thing, traveling through the atmosphere here, and in space. We are somewhere here on earth where a lion is chasing after a young deer amongst a wooded area. Judy gets out to use a phone booth we see that is in the midst of this. We cajole her to come back in so the lion won’t attack her. The lion doesn’t attack her, and perhaps maybe doesn’t even see her. I’m not sure if she was able to make the call, or not, but she comes back in. The lion and deer circle a huge tree, with the chase ending with the deer stopping and curling up under a concrete bench(?).

This elevator thing kinda moves on an invisible roller coaster, but only so fast as an elevator goes. I say that my favorite part is when we travel upwards.

There are sheep crossing a road, at the bottom of the hill it is on. There are cars coming down the hill, barely stopping / slowing down enough to miss them.

I am a missionary again at a members’ house for dinner.  The husband is, or looks like, Dr. Bradley Nelson. He and his wife have three young boys. The boys sit at the table, but the adults do not. The wife is even still cooking the last of the meal. The boys go off and do their own thing after a bit. The adults do also. The husband leaves, and changes, coming back out with boxers on. I’m wondering if / how he is wearing garments. He goes over by a wall, turning his back to me, and while doing something, lifts his left leg enough so that I can look a bit in the leg, and I see that he is indeed wearing the garment. I then see the wife wearing a mini dress, and suspect that she is not a member. They get in a disagreement, but the wife stays calm.

I am at Barbie’s home (only in the dream). She is younger (-10, or 20). A somewhat older man shows up in the backyard to be a guard, even though he doesn’t need to be there.

Back inside, there is a black trash bag. I open it, and see two Christmas presents for two women who come over to visit, and work (crafts?). I take them out, then ask Barbie if she wants the bag. She says, no, as if saying, “Why would I want that?”

I take the bag and put my things in it, as if i had stayed the night, or something. Sara(?) is going through my (costume) jewelry, and sees a colorful ring she likes. I tell her she can wear it, as long as she brings it back, since it is one of my favorites also. (It is one with those dangly little “balls”.) She puts it back, looking for something else.

 

Not To Be Seen

(From April 14, 2014)

Remstaker…means not to be seen, in Norwegian, at least in my dream

I had done something, and some people were therefore after me to kill me because of it. Mom paid lots of money to some Norwegian men to protect me. But before they arrived, the people who are after me sent someone to get me. He drove up in a black super duty, lifted truck, with white diagonal (top on the left, bottom on the right) lettering here and there. I saw his truck disappear behind the left side of the house. I then hear the doorbell (which when I woke, asked Ali if someone had actually done so), and hid behind a chair / couch without making a sound, for I knew if I did, he would shoot. The front of the house has a picture window to the left with the door to the right, when inside.

I was at a high-end(?) mall with my family. The architecture, everything was grey. I told Micalanne that she was lousy, then went to hide from her. There were some stairs through a doorway which didn’t have any posting of them only being for employees, so I went there. They were spiral stairs, again grey, with a landing splitting the up and down. I sat on the second step going down. There were cubicles to my left, with workers in them working. I saw a long limbed, flexible man come up from the stairs in front of me, throwing / putting a ball(?) on top of the in/out trays that were there, and taking some paper with him.

Back with my family, someone had said that Greg had flipped out, insinuating because of his military service (he only made it through boot camp). We started looking for him, and when we eventually found him, he had calmed down.

Who Is He?

I was with my family. I was hearing about Greg’s death. (I was with my late husband when I heard.) I stopped talking, withdrew emotionally, and became sullen / melancholy. There were times I would walk by myself, and would stop, and start to cry, though not heavy.

At the church for the funeral, Briana was several rows in front of me. She turned back, and motioned to me that at home, she was able to see me across the street in my home.

There was a fluffy thing in my bedroom while I stayed at Briana’s. It was made of the same substance that a clown wig is made of, and was just as colorful. It was up against the wall, next to my bed(?). Her dad wanted me to fluff it up for some reason.

I was lying in bed, in my parents home, with Greg beside me. It was around 9 a.m. Bishop Powers came through a door that was near to the foot of Amy’s bed, which was next to mine, on the right side when standing. He was shirtless, tan, buff, and looked ready to go to the beach. His brother was with him, looking the same. (Neither of them look this way.) He told me we needed to talk. I got excited thinking he could help out my situation. I could at 10, or 10:30 so as to get myself cleaned up, but he said he needed to take off at 10:30. He then came over and sat at the head of my bed, with me at the foot. He said that Greg’s, and my, children would look like this. I wanted to say that Greg was my brother, but he kept talking, and I didn’t want to interrupt him. Since we were going to talk now, I figured my face was ok since I had worked on it the day before. Greg, and the Bishop’s brother then went through the door to the other room. Bishop then repeated to me what I had told him while Kyle and I lived in the big yellow house in Moreno Valley, and had worked for him (couple hours a week). I had told him something about paying him (the rent, but the house in waking life belonged to someone else) when (something about a door, and a hinge). He said this in a tone as if I hadn’t been serious. As he was talking, I was thinking that I had been serious, and was saying the truth. I kept a stoic expression as he talked. As we were talking, a girl came in, through a door next to the head of my bed on the left when standing, to tell him something, then a little later, an Asian girl came in. I was thinking, “Who are these people in my house?” This girl’s sister then came in, and went to the desk to the left of my bed (when standing), touching an Asian white type figurine, shaped like the Buddha. It was half hidden from being behind other things on the desk. The girls then left. Seems I may have been able to see a bit of the kitchen with door open. I then heard the Bishop’s brother say my name, and we both started to listen. He was saying how he had talked to me on the phone for a minute, or two, once. I started remembering this. We then got up, and slowly went toward the door to listen some more, when the door opened, and Greg, and the Bishop’s brother came through. Greg then came over to my bed, and laid on his stomach. Bishop’s brother brought in a several month old baby next to me, stiffened up a bit, and asked who he was. Greg picked up the baby, and started to answer, but I was waking, so didn’t get it. Ali was asleep during this time somewhere.

(From April 12, 2014)

Phone number. There were two 1′s in the last four digits either the third and fourth, or the second and fourth. I was emphasizing these numbers to someone, making sure they were getting it / had gotten it.

Long Enough?

Policeman, wearing long boots and dressed as if part of a horse patrol, couple inches taller than doorway, chewing tobacco, some of which is coming out of right ear. He comes to ask us if we know where the sound of running water is coming from. We tell him no. He mentions something about poets needing water. He then leaves, and gets into a nearby pool, changing into swim trunks somehow on the way.

It’s snowing diagonally outside. The intensity changes. Windows are open, with a table below. Small mounds of snow develop of the table. I’m really excited about this, and want to take a picture to show to mom.

Profile picture of a lady’s backside on tumblr. She is wearing a light blue dress (bit darker than pastel). Her hair is long blonde, about 1/4 – 1/2 as long as Rapunzel’s. It is draped / resting on chairs(?) to show the length. There is another pic to the right, which I only glance at, of another lady with brunette hair about shoulder length(?), then go back to the other picture.

Poets(?). They know (emphasized).

Ali had bought me a truck, then took off, leaving the paperwork for me. I saw no other vehicles in the lot. The office was a trailer, like at construction sites. I parked the truck by the office. The parking space was “lifted”, like a mound (front tires were higher than back). The salesman was nice. He was wearing jean shorts. Before walking up the short ramp to the office, I asked him, “Is it long enough?”, meaning the truck bed. He said yes.

I had also gotten a new dog. He was there with me in front of the office. I put my head on his right hind hip, thinking, what messages does he have / will he have for me, and vice versa. I then looked front, and slightly to the right. There was a semi-enclosed field with dogs playing. My dog was also looking. As I started walking toward the office, I told him to stay. There were other people walking around, and only slightly feared him walking away / someone taking him. (Why I didn’t put him in the truck, I don’t know.)

Sometime while walking on the lot with the salesman, there is a commotion of people up ahead by the office. He tells me to look, and I’ll see horses. I look, but only see people coming up from the street (lot is on a hill). I think I mention to him that I don’t see any horses.

After(?), I realized I had left my purse in Ali’s vehicle.

Someone was looking for something in the back of the truck. They were grabbing something, and I said, no, that was cleaner.

(From April 9, 2014 which I forgot about, but keeps coming back)

There was a Hispanic guy who took a hose, and got his hair wet. A Hispanic girl came over to help him. He grabbed her from behind, grabbing her right thigh right below her butt. She told him not to do that because she already has a boyfriend.