Stop Thinking

I asked, “Will getting pregnant get rid of the negative entities?” I dreamt that the kitchen was 2, or 3, steps above the family room. As I was walking down, I thought that I saw a spirit to my right, which kind of scared me, but realized that I didn’t. I told myself to stop thinking of seeing something, or else I would. 

I then saw, standing behind the couch, parallel to the sliding glass doors to my left, aliens waiting to take me.

(From Nov 18, 2017 Sexual)

I dreamt that Amy, Sara, and I think Kim, let sexual things happen to babies.

(From Nov 17, 2017 Keep Originals)

I dreamt that a girl had taken one of my notebooks, and was writing / drawing on my drawings. I angrily told her to give it to me, and I think I grabbed it from her.

Trump then told me that that’s why he only gives copies and keeps the originals, in case someone made changes.

(From Nov 16, 2017 Blue Line)

I dreamt that there was a hurricane / tornado / duet devil at the local airport, lifting all of the planes. They swirled there for a couple rounds, then came toward me. I was in a concrete (?) building without windows. 

One of the jets (less than 50?)  flew several yards in front of me, from left to right. I was noticing how big it was. I think there was a blue stripe / line on the bottom half.

(From Nov 15, 2017 Delivery)

I dreamt of a truck with Malin + Goetz on the side. Windows were down. Little girls were inside. It was dark. It was driving away, to the left, from a delivery dock.

I woke up with the song, “Journal of Ardency” from Class Actress.

(From Nov 14, 2017 Lotus)

I dreamt that I had found my (community) “family”, and that I was home. 

I dreamt that I was in a big van, the kind with the row of windows, with (some) parents going along in taking their children to school. I was up near the front (behind the driver?). There was a lane in the middle. 

The community looked newly built, and / but still needed landscaping. The driver, a woman, called out, as we were about to pass some buildings, that this was the new school the students were going to. As we passed, though, they were one story homes from this community having dirt all around still.

Finally, we arrived at the school. A couple (older?) got off because their car was there, parked on the left, at a diagonal. They were walking in the middle of the street, since there weren’t any other cars.

They were nicely dressed, as though they had money. When they got off, I wondered why, and then saw the car. It was a small coupe, about the size of a Mazda Miata, but wasn’t. It could have been a Lotus.

When I saw how they had parked the car, I wondered why they would park like that instead of parallel to the curb. The street, where they were walking, was wet, as if it had rained, but no where else.

There had been a garbage truck, and an RV, and a couple other cars behind us. As we got to the school, the garbage truck went to the left of the street, driving over a dirt hill, to get to the houses garbage bins. The RV had stopped behind us. 

After the students got off, all the parents moved forward. I had my own seat, with my left leg bent up on the seat. I was wearing shorts. 

A lady sat next to me, and looked at my leg. I don’t know if she noticed my scar, and the fact that I had a bit of hair from not shaving. 

As we started to leave, we went in a circle right there before going on. I wondered why. I don’t know why I was there, since I didn’t have any children.

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