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Last night I asked the question, “What does my husband know?” I dreamt that I was outside in back with Ali over by the old man neighbors house. We were by the brick wall and I asked him if he had looked over recently. He said that he hadn’t. The wall was tall to where we had to step on something to see over. 

I stepped up so I could see. There was a wooden fence on the border of the space between our yards. There was a wire fence next to it on our side of the wood fence which used to have ivy but was now dead and gone. 

At his gate leading to the front, at the end of these fences, were two lines of clothes lines stringing from his side to ours. There were only three shirts, side by side, because that was all the room there was. (There’s actually less. And no fences.) 

(From Aug. 30, 2018 Large)

I asked, “What type of shaman am I?” I dreamt that there was a small house for sale for $65,000. It was located on top of the small / low point /  part of the Rockies (mountains). A guy took me there to meet with a Bishop (?) about the possibility of buying it. 

There was water nearby in the front. 

The guy who brought me (?) turned on a large / big screen with a football game going on, to make a point. One of the teams scored and their score was 111. He continued to keep the game on, not knowing why. 

The floor was tilted / slanted down to the left. 

I sat down on the tub instead of the chairs that were there, with the Bishop on my left. 

I was going through the things / stuff that had been left behind. 

I dreamt that there were two black ladies there, in line for lunch, talking with white women they were with. I was thinking / remembering where I knew them and realized that one of them was from college and the others are from high school, and why wouldn’t they come here when the high school is just right here. 

The one from college was from the transcription office, I think. She was big and tall with big pointed breasts (think of Madonna in that black thing she wore). Her hair was straight and curled at the end, like in the 60’s. She had big glasses. Seems she was a single mother. She was friendly.

Not sure if I was dreaming, or awake, but I was surrounded by Mexicans.

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