One Last Load

I said to give me a clarifying dream of who my husband is. Before falling asleep I saw a woman nursing a baby on her left breast / giving her breast to the baby to nurse. 

I don’t remember the chronology of these dreams so I’m writing as they come to mind.

I saw a wet black dog lying on the ground. Seems it was during “cowboy” days as there was one several yards away, with a horse, in back of the dog. I mentioned something about the dog being wet, then noticed some water to my left that was several feet(?) deep. As when it rains and the ground isn’t able to soak it up. 

I dreamt of a short Asian lady spirit going in clockwise circles around a round table. There was something about a seance (even though nobody was there) and someone’s relatives. I started walking to her, making strange noises, speaking weird words, to get her to leave. She never acknowledged me until I got to the table. 

I was telling Ali about a dream I had (I’m still dreaming) about him having rifles and one was hanging on a door. It had one last live round that needed to be shot. (I think the spirit lady said that it needed to be shot.) He also had a couple single rounds on their own out in the open. One of them he accidentally dropped.

I dreamt that I was watching Chesapeake Shores (Hallmark). The family was sitting around the table reciting a poem. They did this every so often because they love the poem, and so they wouldn’t forget it. 

The girls of one of the characters, along with their grandmas (great also?), were down below on another part of the property. Either one of them, or someone from the rest of the family, mentioned something about eclectic. The two parties were close enough to hear the others conversation. 

I dreamt that I was married to an older man (60’s / 70’s). I was sitting and he was standing in front of me, on my right. I undid his zipper and slowly pulled his pants down. He took hold of my breasts. I saw what looked like a thread pulling away from his penis. I smelled urine, and saw a bit on his underwear or his pocket. He was small and shriveled. He made fun of this. I didn’t want to go any further after smelling the pee. 

I dreamt something about Mando at work and then using the restroom.

Mark wanted the family to go to Utah to say goodbye to his family. I was thinking that I could get off work somehow so that I could go. We were by the restroom where Mando was. I reminded them of this and they became quieter.

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