For some reason, I went into the neighbors house (to the left when facing front) and fell asleep in the middle of one of the rooms. He had family there, and not knowing who I was, went and told the neighbor I was there. As I awoke, he came out with a gun and put it (close) to my head. I told him I was there to tell him how kind, happy, and warm his wife had been, for she had passed away. (In waking life I have been told she has cancer.) I then mentioned to him that I had noticed him taking time to spend time with two of his young grandchildren, and how that made him happy doing so. (I don’t know if he has any.) He put the gun down while I was speaking, and had warmed up.
Greg’s body had become weak, and I think it had something to do with the electrics in his body.
A woman asked me a question dealing with an aspect of spirituality, and asked how my body felt, and I said it was neutral. She was taken aback from this. She then sat down, and let her husband take over.
I heard someone say they couldn’t find any past lives, and I said it was because there isn’t any.
I am putting some of my pictures in different groups on a website. The last two I decide not to. I’m thinking maybe because the groups were full? I get the feeling that one of the pictures was of a house.
The police were stealing my expensive audio system looking for information because we were not giving them any. I caught them attempting to take, and I told them I was aware that they were doing this. I was going to go after them, and told them that they can’t take the system, and told them to leave, which they did.
(From Dec. 27, 2013)
Neighbors are yelling, and Ali goes outside and tells them to shut up. (Seems it was the Mexicans behind us. They don’t fight, that I’ve heard, but on Christmas Eve they had people over, and Ali said he heard yelling in their front yard.)
Several clouds are outlining a shape of a jag / panther.
Raymond Burr is acting shortly before his death, but it is in the future, and he has white hair. He is wearing glasses, and the right lens is bigger than the left.
German soldiers marching down to a valley of a hill on the right, and coming back up on the left.
Several kennels in someone’s backyard. They each have a handful of black cats. There are some black cats outside, but stick around the kennels. To the left of these kennels are newly born kittens, old enough to have eyes open, that have been separated from their mothers (which are in the kennels). I’m astounded at this and mention it to whoever I’m with.
A female student, with short blonde hair, who is taking an electives class to be a model, comes through the classroom I am in. I am in the back row. She is wearing royal blue clothes with a touch of purple in them. They look like flannel pj’s. Her shoes are a light purple type of loafer. She walks from the right side to the left. I’m thinking about the comparison of being in a line of models and having people look at you, and here she was by herself with some of the people looking at her. It is normal for a model student to just walk in, and through a classroom. As she is walking out the door, (even though I do like the clothes) I mention that I really like her shoes. She looks back at me, and waits for me for a couple seconds half expecting me to follow. The classroom is darkened in front as if it were a rainy day in England during the war, or a part of the stage not be lightened because action is elsewhere.
I am using a tablet to read, and attempting to magnify what is on the screen, but not being able to.
A woman (Mariah Carey ish) isn’t paying attention to her young daughter. The child starts acting out a bit so the woman takes the child into another room to behave. I want to speak up and say to the woman that if she had been paying attention to her daughter, she wouldn’t have acted up. I don’t speak because I’m sure whether I should, or not.
A young woman at work has three pumpkins. One is bigger than the others. She is carving an outline for later. She thinks she is being “evil” for carving goofy faces.
There was a flood in Mexico. I see a hillside with water below. I keep thinking, for some reason, that the flood happened next door to me, and not in Mexico. There are a couple people climbing up the hill. There is a small / tiny house on the side of the hill.
A Tibetan monk is standing at the bottom of a couple stairs leading into a church to greet people as they go in. (Is he here for support for the flood?) I notice a small tattoo by his left eye (not a teardrop), and some small ones on the insides of his wrists. He has his hands clasped together behind his back. I notice a white moth, a beetle, and some other insects crawling over his arms, but he doesn’t mind / pay attention to them. I think it odd for him to have the tattoos, but then realize that monks must see them as a work of art.
There are some dogs, outside standing in some puddles, having a meeting. I am there with them, but not part of the meeting. I decide to move to a different position for there are some (living?) things (or just autumn fallen leaves?) down at my feet kind of crowding them, and I am followed. There are two peaches there who want to be part of the action, so I move them so they can be.
One of the dogs, a black lab / retriever (My mom used to have one as a guide dog), I kiss on the nose. I’m seeing the backside under the tail (which is lifted up) and notice something drop into a “pouch” covering that area which will then fall down and out on the ground. I’m not sure if it was a worm, or some left over poop.
A family was going through their ancestry. As they were doing so, an invisible spirit, wearing a white gown / dress, and a cape(?, covers the shoulders and the top part of the back) popped up. She was standing across a street, and a bit to the right (when looking at her) where Ali and I were sitting at a table. There was no traffic. She started walking towards us and I teasingly said to Ali that she was coming for him. She walked like Marilyn Monroe, but accentuated. As she got closer, I thought it could be her. Instead of going to Ali, she came to me, and when she was standing in front of me next to the table, I had a hold of her left arm inside her elbow, and felt flesh. I had a fear she was going to scratch me. I then awoke.
I was driving my parent’s Kia Spectra, and was turning left through an awkward intersection. (It wasn’t an direct left, but more of a boomerang shape left.) In doing so, I bumped / hit a car that was either to the left side of me, or in front, so I pulled over and waited for the other car. They never showed, so I took off.
I think I told someone that “it” was their own perception, how they interpreted a situation.
Evening time. Family (including cousins) in car. Sara backs the car up to the house. The driveway is a little bit long, and is the type with two rows of concrete with grass growing between. I’m waiting for, and hoping she doesn’t, to drive over a kitten. She doesn’t. Jeri mentions a scene in a movie, consisting of two young men, saying that she like that part. I say to her, “Oh, you think you’re so smart”, in a sort of fun, teasing way. I am surprised, and pleased, that she watched the movie since I’m the one who suggested it to her. My bladder is full, and hurry out to use the restroom.
There is a family get together. Juli has a baby, and a toddler, who both need changing. I took the toddler, whose diaper was a bit loose and had enough of a mess to need a change, over to Juli to be changed and she got after me asking I hadn’t changed the baby. Jeri had been holding the baby, and had recently become weakened, and she wanted to change the baby so I asked her if she felt o.k. in doing it, and she said yes.
An older woman (in her 50’s, with short hair) that I knew (in the dream) had just gone into hospice, and was starting to loose her memory. She had wanted to stay in her home. Her bed was next to a big picture window. I was outside, doing whatever, and seeing she had awoke, when in to check on her. She said my name wanting to make sure she had it correct. I nodded yes. She was wearing a hospital gown, and I noticed she had messed herself, and that some of it had somehow gotten up on her chest between her breasts. It was green colored, and chunky. (Sorry, but I thought it could be important to note.) I called for a nurse to come out and clean her up.
About 4, or 5 men were performing where looked like a beach boardwalk setting. They were dressed as performers. It was evening time. They were entertaining the people around, using their hands, making characters out of their fingers, building a story. They were doing some small dance moves while doing this. Watching them didn’t interest me, so I tuned them out.
A group of us had balloons, that were also roses, that were going to be let go in honor / celebration of a man I had never heard of before. One of the leaders in charge of this, a man, was telling me about this man we were to honor, but I tuned him out because I was wondering how I could keep this rose, without anyone knowing, so that I could plant it in the ground.
Driving a car down a street on a bit of an incline, that was also a bit curvy. I let gravity take over, but had my foot resting on the brake, ready for when needed.
(As I’m waking) I’m at water drinking fountain, without the fountain, in I think snow. I look down and see a shadow using the left arm to lift a hat (like the men wore in the 40’s and 50’s) in acknowledgment to me.
I was swatting a wasp away from me, and as I did so, the head stuck in the right side of my forehead (where the “corner” is). I started crying about it because the thought of it being in my forehead was disgusting, and gross. I wanted to squeeze it out. I went over to ? to help get it out.
I saw two Russian girls (one a blonde, and the other a brunette) outside of a mall, during Winter, each holding several shopping bags. The entrances were enclosed so not to worry about being cold when entering. These girls were looking for a secret doorway to underground where their friends and family were. Once underground, there was an older woman, among the people, doing some paperwork saying it had to do with work, but when I looked at it, it looked like advanced mathematical solutions. Also, there was a bit of dirtiness in some parts of the place.
(From Dec. 12, 2013)
I was to stay somewhere, for how long?, and brought some of my electronic equipment. A Mexican woman immediately took them, without asking, when I came in. Later in the day there was a group of Mexicans sitting around, watching their Spanish shows on t.v. using my equipment. My equipment died, and I wanted to explain that it dies a lot, but no one was bothered by it, and even weren’t paying attention so I didn’t say anything. When the equipment came back on, a “white” program was on , and at one point showed a woman (based in the 1800’s) cautiously about to get up in a horse carriage as if getting away from someone. I wanted to say that this show was / is a series, but again, they were not paying attention so again didn’t say anything.
One of the girls, sitting to my right, got up to get something. She was wearing a white dress with small different vibrantly colored flowers, that was knee length, had straps, and the back plunged down exposing half her back. On the hems were just enough of ruffles to notice them. I’m guessing the guy had said something to her about her demeanor because on her way back she commented that he had said for her to come with her self – esteem.
A thin blonde lady with hair about to her mid back, came to speak to me about something. As she was leaving, I wanted to say, “But what about the heels?” because of the height difference between me and Ali, but she was far enough away to where I would need to speak up some for her to hear me, so I decided not to say anything.