Delphinium

(From Nov 28, 2017)

I dreamt that I went up to Utah for the Christmas devotional with mom, Amy, Judy, and Micalanne. We were in a bedroom with a log bunk bed. There was a shelf on the top of the wall for the top bunk to use. Micalanne used it.

I was down on the floor near the foot of the beds. The carpet was dark color, and a bit loose. I was making it make little waves. Micalanne asked me how I did that. I either told her, or showed her. 

I made a design on a piece of paper with rows of small squares that had blue, red, and I think some other colors so that they almost looked brown. Micalanne got upset at me for using those colors. I told her that it was because it was made for me. She kept going on.

It was lightly snowing outside. I decided why not take some pictures for the people back home. There were some silver candlesticks (?) on a table near the window, so I decided to take a picture of those. I used one of the settings I had recently found, then was looking for to turn the flash off looking through the other settings. 

At the devotional, one of the apostles has his scriptures, which are thick, and is talking about books in the bible that I had never heard before. A group of pages on the right side of his scriptures are folded up, starting from the middle. He puts them down, smooths them down. This is before the program starts. 

Mom is sitting with these additional books, in large print. She had them mailed there, so it arrived in the box, while she was sitting there. It was as big as her lap. She had to move what she had on her lap. It seems as though one of the additional books was named Delphinium.

I had a bit of red polish on. I started putting clear on top, and the red went away, so I reapplied the red. I accidentally smudged it a bit, but it still looked good, and I reapplied the clear to seal it.

(From Nov 27, 2017 Closure)

I dreamt that dad had done some grocery shopping. I don’t know where mom was. He had gotten some meat patties, and some other form of meat I think, but don’t remember, and some cut and trimmed celery sticks, and cubed butter / margarine.

He also got some food from a fast food place, I think, but don’t know where, and don’t remember what. He didn’t put the food away. I found it still out the next day. I took the clear bag with celery and butter and started putting the celery in the freezer, out of the bag.

I dreamt about Tony Curtis and his first wife (don’t know how many he had) had recently split and their two children (both girls?) were feeling the affects of the split. His wife was slowly pacing in / by front of the front door, crying beside herself. She finally decided to meet with him for closure, and peace.

I dreamt that a girl was on a skateboard coming down a hill so steep that vehicles couldn’t drive up. I was worried for her not knowing how she could stop. 

She was actually behind the skateboard trying to catch it and get on. She finally made it to the bottom where it was level. I didn’t see how she got there.

I dreamt that the Ghost Adventures crew were up in the mountains. I saw the mountains lit up from the headlights of the cars, which were few. There was a flat spot, and Zak Bagans was there wearing a white shirt.

He was standing behind / next to a podium (?). He was praying that the crew would be safe as they did their investigation. There was a headlight on the ground with something attached to it (like an antenna) from an old car.

One of the guys stuck it in a hole in the front right by the bumper. They eventually took it out in case someone who knew where it had come from saw it and c/would’ve gotten upset that they had it.

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