Russian

David Wolfe looked poor/ homeless. His hair had the beginnings of being greasy / oily. He was at my grandmas house, in the front yard. He was pulling out sections of grass, like a carpet, and moving them back and forth, like someone who doesn’t know what he is doing. He was wanting to take a piece, to take back to where he lived, without being noticed.

At one corner, there was a handle underneath, to help him move the piece. The grass was growing under the piece (I said it looks like carpet). I thought to myself, “Oh, that’s how it grows.” There was a hole under this piece.

Something about a fluffy puppy, going poop, and me holding it for a while as it slept.

Something about someone’s hair, and looking for (a) bobby pin(s).

I was holding David while he slept, outside of a building, my left arm behind his back. His last name is now Russian. His skin turns dark like an India Indian when he sleeps, but lightens up when he wakes.

When he wakes, I make some funny faces, and then laugh.

Robert Mailhouse walks past us, on the sidewalk. He also looks poor / homeless. The back of his neck is covered with a tattoo.

Another actor is walking behind him, holding a small blonde boy. He also looks the same.

A boy, 10(?), walks around a corner of bushes, 10 yards away(?), past us, toward the building. I ask David, “Isn’t that your brother?” He responds, “In-law.” This boy had the same last name. I Kinda pushed David forward a little so the boy would look, but he kept walking

A blonde woman, buxom some, with some weight, comes out from the building, behind us, to the right. She says to me,” Oh, look what you bought”, attempting to be pleasant, then went back in.

Rihanna, and Nicki Minaj, were wearing theatrical makeup for everyday use. Rihanna had dark eyes, with dark brown, exaggerated smudged(?) lines under her eyes.

Nicki’s makeup looked like a geisha, but instead of white, she used different shades of pink, which didn’t go to her hairline, but looked more like a mask.

No Late Fees

(Last night, and night before, I asked how I can permanently stop menstruating)

Turning into evening. At grandma Fessler’s house, outside. Seems I am in a car, with a couple other people. We see her Waterford(?) crystal vases. She doesn’t want us to see them, but I tell her that we have seen them lots of times. She gets angry, swearing.

There is a pond out back. A couple of guys walk through, wearing waders. There may have been thrushes. There is a rusted swing set frame in the back of the pond that they are walking to. There are tons of gnats as they walk, getting in their face and lips. The gnats are less at the swing set frame.

To their right, when looking to the back, is Ben, standing, looking forward, being “taught” by a neighbor. There may have been a wall there, a couple of feet in front of him. The neighbor was sitting next to him on his right.

There are many ways to be connected. One way to die.

Grandma has pictures of the bottom of a gate / lock that is down by some water.

No late fees.

(From Sept. 17, 2014)

Before going to sleep, I see a person / child without fingers, or toes. I then see that the eyes are shut closed. I then figure that it’s a fetus.

Bombay wheels

(From Sept. 16, 2014)

(Night before I asked for the meaning of the barbed wire fence dream. )

We create our own pain.

I’m in a car with family, driving along a street from my teenage years. Seems there was snow. I see light blue tube lights hanging from the lampposts. Some are up high, and some are down lower.

(From Sept. 15, 2014)

I’m in a mall(?), and see a young woman wearing what looks like a white lace head covering. At first, I thought it was a hijab, but as I got closer, I realized it was her own covering.

(In the past, I have seen a picture of a horse with the middle of the body cropped out.) I see this horse going from left to right, with a child on top. Surprised, I think to myself that this animal is real.

Then along came a man, and woman, “skooching” along some fringy/ fluffy ottomans. The last one was pink.

I saw some palm plants for sale. Each one was colored royal / indigo blue, black, and white. I wanted the blue and black leaves. I went in to the Asian store, and told them what I wanted. I then see that they a pair of blue glasses have been brought out. I didn’t say anything.

I put them on to get them fitted. They are $.45, so I put a quarter and some nickels on the counter.

The person helping me then goes to help someone else, to my right. I tell myself that if a pair of black glasses are brought out, then I would speak up that I wanted the plants.

While I am waiting for the glasses to be brought back out, I go outside and I see lots of people from different ethnicities.

A young boy is by me, speaking with a Russian(?) accent. My dad is sitting nearby, perturbed that this boy wasn’t speaking proper English. I mention that I thought he said he needed help with his hands.

The Queen is Coming

I’m looking at an outside concert (Britney Spears?) audience. I see a small portion of barbed wire in the back. A young man is sitting on a couple of the barbs, leaning forward, so that you see his back.

He then straightens, pulling back a little. He had stuck the barbs, one on each side, in his groin area, the space between the top of his leg, and his privates. He screams, not from pain, but out of accomplishment. Nothing came out of the holes.

I am at a place where I work, and there are a couple of Brian’s (20 something, but still a child mentality) things that he needed to come back and get.

I am looking at tumblr. I see a gif post that has been blended using two separate ones. On the left, a young woman is standing at the top of a ladder, sprinkling, by hand, some “fairy” dust over another girl below, who is on the right side.

A man, behind a counter (was I shopping?), tells me that he likes the small lock (bracelet size) on the front of my sweats (where usually tie). I think I smiled, wanted to say that my boyfriend (Ali) gave the sweats to me, and the lock came with them.

A young woman is excited. She is talking about ? She is wearing a light / sky blue very formal dress / gown, as if she is royalty. I, or someone else, tells her that the queen is coming. She stops talking, with her mouth open still. I sense she is feeling a little worry / concern.

(Ali’s dream)

We go down to San Diego, around 5 / 6 in the evening. I wait at Starbucks while he goes to a mosque that some guys invited him to.

He gets there late (I’m just writing what he told me), during prayers. He gets in line, praying to the East, which is to the left. They have to pray four times, and he gets there at three, so has to do two on his own. When he finishes, he is facing South, straight ahead. This causes commotion.

Some guys ask him if he’ll help out with a guy who has been arrested. He says, no, that he doesn’t want to get involved. He later finds out that it was a setup.

He comes back to where I am, wanting to go back home. I suggest that we stay a little, relax, and have some passion tea.

(From Sept. 14, 2014

I angrily tell Micalanne, either to her face, or in her direction, that she’s an f-ing b.

Nevermind

(From Sept. 9, 2014 Ali’s dream)

We were lying in bed, snuggling, and comforting each other.

(From Sept. 10, 2014)

I was driving, on hill, on a Sunday. A car was coming in my direction, on the other side. Nervously, I was thinking that there could be a possibility of hitting that car.

I was driving / walking around a corner (clockwise) of a block, having greenery around it. As I got to the “6 o’clock” spot, looking in front of me, toward “12 o’clock”, looking from the middle to front, I see the Titanic going down. The front is dipping below the water. People are screaming. I have the thought that those first people who hit the water will have a better chance of surviving, since they won’t have the suction of the ship to pull them down. Even though I am not there, I have the thought that I am going to join them. I have a little panic / anxiety, but know there isn’t anything I can do to change the situation.

I’m in a room next to a bigger, basketball court shaped, room. I see a black person with short, fluffy hair, like Cree Summer, with medium-sized ringlets. The color was copper / brass. I didn’t know if this was fe/male.

This person’s full name (which I knew) had the initials of R. O. B., so people would call this person Rob. I then realized (came closer to me?) this was a female.

I have a red Tupperware(?) plate with two plump chicken breasts. They are warm / hot, so I give them to Lana to put them away for me to let them cool off first.

When I go in the bigger room to eat them, they are not there. Blake Griffin is standing next to a stage, eating, with plate on stage, back toward me.

I ask where the breasts are, and he says that (rapper / hip hop) has taken it. I become a bit upset at Lana for not setting them aside for me.

I then see Rob making the last two of some pancakes, and then Blake has them on his plate. I walk over to him, asking while walking, if I could have those since I haven’t eaten, and he has. As I finish the question, he takes a bite. I then say, out loud or thought?, nevermind.

It’s Funny Some of the Things They Say About You

Church classrooms are used as apartments during the week. They are all in a row along a back wall. The doors are curtains. My family lives here, and each time I come to visit, they are in a different room. Ben has his own, in the middle.

People are in the church kitchen, to make something. Taylor Swift is there, wearing shorts. She is standing in front of me, facing my direction, but not looking at me. She then walks to my left, to do something (wash hands?). I turn, and say to her, “It’s funny, some of the things they say about you.” She then has a mixed look of confusion, and curiosity. She says, “Oh, yeah? Like what?” I then tell her about an article I read (month ago?) about outfits she wears when she comes out of the gym, after working out, and that she wore heels.

One of the ladies in the kitchen is smoking. That got me upset, and incredulously told her to go outside, because this is a church. I then saw several others (individually) smoking, and told them the same. I couldn’t understand how they could be so nonchalant about smoking in a church.

(From Sept. 7, 2014)

An older man, half-naked, with a “pregnant” belly, is sitting in his (living?) room, on a couch, with a tv in front of him. He is to be part of a reality series. He says something to the camera people, then gets up, and walks past the tv toward another room. He has skinny legs, like in a cartoon. I don’t see his arms, but know he has them, because I see him holding something. His wife may have been there also.

Rue McClanahan is making something for him, as a surprise for him, in another room.

I am in a cultural hall, where people are making a life-size version of what Rue McClanahan was making, using plastic rectangular tables, folding them into the shape needed.

I glide across the floor, in my socks, while these people are busy. I am careful not to glide into their materials on the floor. Also seems there were crumbs of dark chocolate cake on the floor as well.

I see some colorful cake frosting on a knife on the stage, so go over there to get a piece of cake. When I arrive, though, that’s all there is.

A driver has somehow flipped a horse trailer, with a horse inside, while driving over dirt. The horse has fallen out, landing on it’s back. The neck is twisted / bent. The horse is moving around, wanting to get back up. A guy, a vet?, comes over, uses a (pocket) knife, and cuts a small section in the horse’s neck, below the jaw. He then slices a thin piece off of the muscle. The horse doesn’t move during this. The guy says something. I rub the horse, saying that it’s ok, because no anesthesia was used. The guy then says something again, but directed toward about the absence of anesthesia.

I see twins nursing, at the same time, laying on either side.

Wanting My Attention

I’m in a building, in a class(?, don’t see anyone, but had a feeling), and I see half of a gold wedding band in front of me. Later, next day(?), I see two whole, and complete, bands.

I have an understanding that I am pregnant.

As I’m getting in the car, there is a Dalmatian, and a dachshund, running by me. The Dalmatian wants my attention. I use my hands, directing it boy/girl?, telling it to take the other dog home. The Dalmatian had been here before, with another dog, wanting my attention.

At one point, when I was pointing, to the right, my hand was down between(?) the dogs, and the Dalmatian snarled at me, though I didn’t feel terribly threatened.

I then see a couple of notes taped to the inside of the driver door, on the pocket. There is an additional note, from my mom, explaining that these other notes are from Kyle, and she had forgotten she had them.

As I took off my mom’s note, to read, I tore one of the other ones, diagonally, exposing, but not harming.

I am at my parent’s, deeply devastated at Kyle’s passing, wanting only to stay in bed.

Two men are having a conversation. One says to the other that the government is forgiving student loans (after graduating, implied).

A lady is under the impression that she has to live a painful life, so she sticks her tampons as high as they will go. She also has a semi-dirty house. I don’t say anything about the house, but I must’ve mentioned something about the pain, because I am showing her how to use a pad, since she has never used one before.

There are some men who heard about some wolves on this lady’s property, so they go out to hint them down. By the time they get out there, though, the wolves have already gone over a hill, and crossed over into someone else’s land. The men leave, leaving the other people to deal with the wolves, which doesn’t seem to bother them.

There is a hill in the back of this lady’s house, with trees, and bushes, and a light-colored wooden fence. These men start to walk up this hill, past the fence, when they decide to”hide” on the side of the path, under the trees, and bushes there.

An old, drunken man walks down, with another, younger man. They stop in front of these “hiding” men , which anyone who was paying attention, could see, and the older shoots the younger in the head, and walks on. These men can not believe what they just saw. They can not believe that this many ing here, is now dead. They all know that they are eyewitnesses, in case the old man denies it.

(Ali’s dream)

We are lying in bed, cuddling, and kissing, when some people come in with sick cats, and other animals. I become furiated / animated, telling them to take the animals outside, that they could cause allergies. Ali was not saying anything, and was surprised to see me like this.

(From Sept. 5, 2014)

Ernest Hemingway’s wife is in a convertible limo (their day), being driven by someone famous, enjoying the day.

I’m at someone’s house, in the evening, looking out front. I see that we are on the border of South Beach, Florida, which is a dangerous place.

(From Sept. 4, 2014)

Evening, outside, grassy, hilly area, and I see a big black bird (hawk / eagle size) flying toward me, but not at me. It then grasps, its left talons, a smaller black bird (crow / raven / rook, etc), with the head to the left. Several electric sparks come out of the smaller bird, on the left.

Ali is standing behind me, on my left, back a ways, so I turn, and point the birds out to him, telling him to look.

Could’ve Been Us

(From Sept. 1, 2014 Ali’s dream. See pic below)

We are on an expensive motorcycle, riding along, me in front. We are wearing colorful clothes, as if coming from a festival. There are flowers, and bushes on either side, along with gravel, looking like a small country town. We ride past other cyclists, who follow us.

The road then goes downhill. The light at the bottom is the kind that swings from a wire. There is water on either side.

My speed picks up. Ali says he feels there is a cop waiting, and for me to slow down. I don’t listen.

He then tells me the light is red. I swerve to an open space on the left. The other cyclists continue, one getting killed somehow, and the others getting ticketed by the cop.

After the cop is finished with them, he comes over to us, telling us that he was actually waiting for us. I am taller than he.

I am stunned by the death, and say that that could’ve been us. There is blood, so I don’t go over to look, but Ali does.

(From Aug. 31, 2014)

I see a large area, round tables with white tablecloths set up for a banquet / reception. Not sure if this was inside, or out. Wind was blowing, and a small wave came through. Nothing was disturbed, wrecked.

I am in Paris / Europe, knowing that I am / would be close to the temple in Rome.

There is a guy, who I am up close to, looking at his left arm, outside middle, by his shoulder. There appears to be light yellow coloring, so I ask if it’s a scar, or tattoo. He said it’s the number 50, commemorating some guy’s named Linden (first/last?), accomplishment.

We are then seated separate. He is up against a wall, like in a cave, and calls me over to sit with him. Another guy comes over, and tells him he can take a break. I say to him, “Oh, so you’re the one who instituted the pairing up.”

I’m kneeling, doing something, Ali standing to my left. He starts to become anxious / nervous. He then asks me to marry him. I tell him no, then he starts to relax.

(From Aug. 27 / 28, 2014)

I’m at a park(?), when I see a person across the way, looking like a Mexican guy, wearing white, with a gun. He is shooting, but not killing.

There are leaders of the church here for a meeting / seminar. This guy comes towards us, looking for someone to shoot. As this guy gets closer, though, I see that it is a woman, in her 50’s(?). I “hide”, though I can still be seen. I wasn’t going to say anything, for fear of getting hit, but speak up anyway. I ask her why she is shooting. She says it’s because she is (very) annoyed. I then ask what she is annoyed at, but she walks away without answering.

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