Resemblance, But No Relation

(Night before, I asked if Master Teachers / Ascended Masters (excluding Jesus) were real)

I, with a handful of people, came to a huge mansion (almost) as big as a castle. It had been empty for some time. There was a mist of fog covering around the top. This was the model home (as when a new development of homes are built).

The master bedroom was up on the top floor. Not knowing how it would look, someone grabbed both doors, and quickly opened them in anticipation. It was beautiful, and untouched.

Once inside the room, I wasn’t too sure about how solid the floor was. It did hold a bed, but knew that at some point, it would need to be worked on because it felt a bit “spongy”.

There were two small rectangular windows, one above each side, with a dark wood “door” covering each, which could be lifted up to be able to see outside.

Jon was there, and as he was lying on a / the bed, he accidentally broke a rail (?) that was attached to the left side (when standing).

We then decided to go down the circular stairway to see check out the rest of the house.

I was somewhere, with someone who looked like Kyle. Kyle was rolled in, on a hospital bed, and I mentioned to someone else how much they resemble each other, but are not related. Kyle didn’t notice me, and I also mentioned how I didn’t want to get his attention in case it might agitate / upset him. I also had the knowledge that he had already passed on.

(Ali’s dream from April 28, 2014)

He had gone back to Somalia, and his family wondered why he had done so, calling him crazy for doing so. People there were attempting to kill him, so he hid under a bed (remember, he’s in Somalia), which wasn’t helping. He ran all the way to the border, crossing over into Kenya. He looked bone thin. There were some people who fed him. He eventually made it back to America.

I Caught Myself

Hadley’s (?)

Travis, and I, were in same class(?) together. Sue, or mom, didn’t like what I was doing, so had me leave, though I first had to sign a paper that he had. As I was getting my stuff together, she told Travis to leave also. I caught myself starting to sign with my maiden name, but then figure I could put my last / married name at the end.

Travis asked me, “Weren’t you married?” I said yes, in 2000, but he has passed away. I asked him if Ben ever said anything to him, and he said / nodded, no.

We are together doing different fun things together, one if which is role-playing with a young Leonard Nimoy, dressed as Spock, and cracking up.

I Found It Funny

(Night before, I asked if the angels of healing, etc… were real.)

Two older famous men, in a silent (home) movie, conversing with each other.

Ali, and I, are at a department store. We are where people come to pickup, or return. There is a huge sailing yacht, 1/4(?) size of actual, leaning on its left (when looking from front). It is in the middle of the floor, along with other things for sale.

There is a couple there, the man returning a model sized yacht. He has it in a flat manila envelope. I wonder how it could be in there. He puts some white packing tape across it, and places it on a pedestal, waiting for a worker to come service / help him.

He is conversing with another man (with a bit of Asian in him?), who is sitting, and says he bought this yacht for $119. Ali, who is standing by the outside doors, and I look at each other in amazement at that amount.

Ali says something about that if this man returns his yacht, Ali will give the money to the man sitting down. This man says that would be very kind of Ali to do that.

In the evening, there is a pregnant woman (4 – 5 months) running a short distance to catch the bus to take her a short distance. Someone mentions how she didn’t want to walk. The pregnant woman, tired, agrees.

I get picked up by this same woman(?) in her Lexus SUV. I am in the backseat, on the passenger side. A young man is in the front passenger seat. Ali doesn’t get in. As she drives away, I look back, wanting to say to her, “What about him?”, but then think that maybe he stayed because he had something else to do.

There is a tear in the leather at the top of the seat next to me. The lady mentions she wants to get a new vehicle. Something from outside, sharp, has reached inside, scraping across the leather, causing no damage, as she drives past (as if a branch had come in the window).

The lady says this street is usually the first to swindle (but another term) someone, but this time, it was ok.

There was a section of the road that dipped down, bending slightly to the left. I was thinking how it reminded me of the dream I had had where the road was steep, but we were going up.

Someone is talking about a computer program, for people who are looking for a job, that fills out all the information for you, on multiple forms, at once, allowing for the person to fill out multiples of applications.

As the speaker is ending, another scene starts showing several high school students cleaning inside a zoo enclosure, where the birds are, as one of their classes. They are wearing tank tops and shorts because it’s hot and steamy in there. There is a blonde girl, a guy, or two, and a black girl. The sweat is more visible on the skin of the black girl.

There are also firemen there and their truck. The firemen are teasing around with the blonde. She has soap on her left arm, using a big circular sponge to clean her arm, teasingly, because of the sweat. The black girl is raking(?) around a fountain that is in the middle of the enclosure.

A bare-chested guy lays down so that his knees are bent, taking someone’s place, seeing if that person will notice.

I am at my parent’s house, in their bed/bathroom. My parents want to use their car (I had been using it in waking life), so I told them I had left it at a storage/parking structure, and that I had left it unlocked. My dad said that Ali needs to know of all the cleaning, and fixing up, the car needs. I was thinking, besides the scratches that are there (from when he drove), there wasn’t much to clean/fix up.

As they went to get the car, I took a shower. The bathroom was huge, like the size of a hotel conference room, but rectangular in size. There was a window in the middle of the wall looking out to the street. There was a house/business across where people would be able to see in the bathroom. Before taking the shower, back against the other wall, I closed a huge curtain (hotel size, or perhaps theatre size), going from left to right, for privacy.

After taking the shower, I had needed to use the toilet, but this bathroom, because if its size, was also a public space. People would come, and go. A brother (only in the dream) even came to sit by the toilet to eat, facing toward the back wall.

There were several young guys coming over for an event at the house, parking their trucks where the closets (to the right of window) were. The closets were such that they were in a hallway behind a wall. I wondered how they were able to park there. I went over to take a look, and only saw a wide enough space for one person, as if it had originally been a bigger space but had been cut down to make more room for the rest of the bathroom. Seems also that there may have been a board leaning from/to (?) the left.

After seeing only this small space, and not seeing the vehicles, I then wondered where they were.

Across the street, at the house/business, an ambulance had arrived, with a female EMT. She was getting a gurney ready. Over on this side, someone started up the black SUV(?) that belonged to the person with the health issue. A couple other EMT’s arrived, and a mother and child related to the person called for, walked to the right. The people inside the bathroom hurried over to the window. After a couple of seconds, they left the window, going back to what they were doing. I told a guy to close the curtain.

A lady asked me if I still wanted to use the toilet. I said I would if my brother didn’t mind, who was still there, but decided I would wait, and use another one.

I was watching a cartoon children’s movie. A little girl, and a man, were walking, holding hands, she on his left. The camera was his vision, looking down at the girl. He was saying something, when she came out with, ” I’m a taser kind of girl myself.” I chuckled at this because of how she said it, and her timing of saying it. I mentioned to something there with me that I thought it was funny.

Movie Was OK

The government was keeping everyone prisoners in their own home / property. We had furniture stacked up in a doorway within the home, which we had to climb over to get to the other side. I thought, “Why don’t we move the furniture out of the doorway since the government isn’t able to see inside”, and so we did.

Ali had some guys over at night / evening walking around the house to show them for painting. I was outside, in the back, by a huge tree which had its roots above ground, covered by leaves (maybe some moss?). I really had to poop, and being somewhat cautious, squatted, letting some come out, thinking no one would know who it had come from.

Being scared staying there, not finishing, I went back inside, knowing there was a possibility of getting some on my garments, but couldn’t be concerned about it.

In the bathroom (from teenage home) everything was out in the open, because of the painters, even a big pot.

As I was walking through the kitchen, there were lots of tea candles, in glass holders, among other things, on the counter because the lights / electricity were off. One candle was lit.

Outside the medical compound, it was freezing, and icy. There was something going around killing couples. A young woman, in her 20’s, had a male patient, in his 50’s, who she had come to care for. She was at the desk, a couple of nurses were in his room (glass doors?) when several other nurses hurriedly came. She turned, and quickly went to him.

This woman married several days later to a man who was a little bit older than she. They went to Europe on their honeymoon. They were having a great time, though she would at times become emotional and start to cry. She would then catch herself, and stop. Her husband would remind her that he was only a patient, and that she needed to let him go.

Back at the compound, the doctor, in his 60’s / 70’s, drove out of the compound in his older (80’s / 90’s?) white Jaguar. What was seen on his driver’s side rear bumper, was some green stuff. Those who saw were surprised it was him who was unknowingly spreading this killer around.

In a meeting about this killer, I / someone mentioned, to the one in charge, what had been seen. The others gave a look as if it was not to be spoken about.

I was telling a couple of people the movie (about the medical compound) was ok, but that it was similar to one that Angelina Jolie had been in.

Different Shoes

There were five girls wearing different shoes, but all were the same color of dark / royal blue. The color wasn’t solid, but looked as if could’ve been painted with a sponge. One pair were Dr. Marten’s ( the girl wearing was “humble”, can’t think of other word to use) and another pair were Mary Jane’s.

Man, with a mix of Asian in him, stopped his car (I was in passenger seat) at the bend of the road, several feet from the light instead of up at the line. The road slightly bent to the left.

That’s Disgusting!

(Night before asked if Enoch (Bible) is Metatron. I heard someone suggest this possibility.)

Before falling asleep, I saw a man throwing a football.

There was an audience sitting on stadium seating watching a black father (tall, skinny, wiry some, 60 – 70), and his son (also tall, some weight somewhat like a football player, only saw from back). There were two barbecues to the audiences left, one a commercial grade(?), and a smaller on to the right (when looking at them from front). There were hamburgers on both, though not sure if any other meat was on the bigger one. As I walked past the big one, I noticed some on the top were burned a bit.

I had walked past both, and turned around to face everyone. I saw the father take his chin, and traced around the edge of one of the burgers on the smaller barbecue to show how tough he is. I thought to myself, “How disgusting / gross that was.”

Back at the father’s house (he was successful from selling the burgers), there were lots of family around, no children. All they did was party, drink, and do drugs.

I was somewhere where there were men of a Mexican family sitting on what was like seating found in a sauna. All around them were magazines of skimpily clad women. I climbed up to a space up on the right. I was disgusted at seeing these. (Why did I stay?) They said something to me(?), and I responded(?).

I was in the country(?) where there was white dirt(?). A man was on a horse, with a cow behind, chasing after something to my left, toward a tree area. Not sure what he held in hand, and don’t think he got what he was after. After he stopped, the cow was down on the ground.

I walked toward an area where there was a swing set, without the swings. On the ground I saw two bundles of money under some rocks, knowing they had been left by a man who had been a helper but had left. I called the man who was on the horse to come over. He came over, and picked them up.

Don’t Need Two

(Night before, I asked why some people believe in reincarnation.)

Dean Jones, and Ray Walston(?) were always together in crime fighting movies, except the Herbie movies, during their 20 – 30 year acting career.

I was somewhere where there were huge, heavy, decorative dark wood doors. They had vertical overlapping slits, like blinds that are open a little bit. I was thinking how Ellen had previously been here involved with some program.

I was at Ellen’s place, in her white spacious rectangular room. Her girlfriend (on the masculine side) was not there because she knew Ellen was meeting someone. Ellen was slowly taking off different pieces of what she was wearing, and suggesting I do the same, after she had. Although I wasn’t too sure about it, I did anyway. Ellen had gotten down to a slip(?), and I to my garments. Seems my Aunt Barbie may have walked across the room during this. Also, Ellen had turned on some slow listening music during this. After we were down to the basics, I asked her what her girlfriend would think. She then became a bit serious, with a look on her face as if she had been caught, and slightly hung her head.

There was a huge, big buxom statured lady (the kind that instantly comes to mind when someone mentions Russian / German / Swedish women, but not burly like those) standing next to some clear plastic rectangular tubs (like at an open/farmer’s market), which were about chest high. Inside the tubs were St. Patrick’s Day buttons, one of which was with Charlie Brown leaning over slightly, and kissing the right edge of the button. There were a handful I liked, and wanted, that didn’t mention anything about being Irish, so I starting grabbing one of each. This lady leaned a little toward me and suggested I take two (of each). I responded that I didn’t need two.

She then said, standing straight so others, right there, could hear, that there was a plot of land in Ireland reserved for the burial of those who did not “make it” here in America. It was a disgrace to be buried there.

I then pronounced Ireland two different ways, and asked her how she pronounces it. Her voice then got a bit deeper, and she started to elongate the first syllable. (I started waking up, so didn’t get the rest.)

(Ali’s Dream)

There were thousand’s of people out in the open by mountains / rocky, grassy area. Then all of a sudden, a storm appeared with tons of rain, and wind. The earth was having a tremendous earthquake. All of the people were being tumbled, as if in a washer / dryer. Ali then prayed, “God, help us.” The weather calmed down. Only a handful of people survived. I somehow had on a spare of clothing, drying out the others on rocks. I thanked Ali for praying, and mentioned how he usually prays silently (which he does).

I Used To

Decorative posts(?), by the deep pool, had been blown over by a strong wind, and had been forgotten about, were now pulled up.

Children’s movie / show with “people” made from pipes / socks / or some such thing.

(From Feb. 23, 2014 I thought I had posted)

I was inside, crouching down by the sliding glass door to the backyard, petting a one year old cat, who was outside, thinking how I used to be able to bring it inside.

It Isn’t Gone

(All parking lot scenarios are on same night)

Evening time, I park the car in a spot horizontal to a Stake Center, where I know I will find it later.

Whatever I came here for is over, and people are going out to their cars. I see several cousins from both of my uncle’s families. I see them individually, they not knowing the others are there. One of which is Jon. He sees me, but we don’t speak. I wish I had known these cousins were here so that I could gather them and take a picture.

I am in the parking lot. I see Jason with short bleached hair. There is another guy with him. I tell him it’s been a while since I’ve heard from him. They run away from me, needing to get somewhere, with Jason looking back, and smiling at me.

I don’t see the car. The space is empty, but I think to myself, “It isn’t gone, mom and dad have it. But if they have it, how did I drive it here? How did I get here?”

Beyond the lot is a small carnival going on. I notice it, not getting emotionally involved because I am more focused on the car.

I drive into a parking spot, making sure it’s a parking spot, and that I can park there. When I get out of the car, I see that instead of a parking spot, I’m parked between rows of parking spaces, even though I had checked first.

I drive into a parking spot, making sure it’s a parking spot, and that I can park there. When I get out, I see that I’m parked in a handicapped spot, even though, again, I had checked first.

Seems at one point, I was inside the building listening to the radio, and thinking it was ok to do so.

There is a lady in the passenger seat. (I don’t know why she’s there, don’t know who she is, but perhaps I’m taking her home?) We both have a small yellow square-shaped thing that has been placed on the floor behind us. I put my arm back, making sure hers, and mine, don’t get mingled.

As I’m driving out of the lot, I notice the people speeding out, and no one crashing. Jason(?) is in a royal blue car in front of me. I barely bump him because of not slowing down soon enough. I’m looking at the car, so I don’t notice if he registered it, or not.

It’s my turn to drive out of the lot. The cars on the street are speeding past. I speed out into the street without getting hit.

I’m with a handful of people, walking along the corridors of a senior center living center. The rooms are like an apartment. Colleen (Petersen?) walks in front of us, right to left, carrying a bag of dirty plates/dishes, just coming from a gathering of ? I think I say something to her as she passes, but she doesn’t say anything, only smiling, then opens a door and goes inside, shutting the door.

Somehow the group of us has gotten lost as to how to get outside. A worker points out a door by us just as we see it, and go outside.

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.