Basketball

I asked, “What is the meaning of the woma/en taking my space?” I saw a vague face missing a nose.

I remember one of the dreams had something to do with basketball. (Ali first met the Utah girl while playing.)

(From May 18, 2019) School

I asked, “Where did I need to go?” I dreamt that Ali and I were driving to a male student’s house of his to take him a peanut butter cookie. I didn’t see Ali but knew that he was there. This student lived up in the mountains.

As I was driving the roads to get up there, my vision / awareness was as if I was looking drowsily out of a back side window. My driving was a little erratic but I was able to stay in control.

There was a short part that was a steep climb up. I had to go at it full force. I thought we were going to topple over because of the angle but we made it. Shortly / right after that there was a small dip before the road leveled out.

When we got up to the beginning (?) of the town there was a fork in the road that went to the right, passing a school. Some people were standing outside. We continued on, passing it.

We finally made it to the house, with it being on our right, looking like a regular house instead of a “mountain” house. It may have been (starting to get) dark when we got there.

The student had just returned home from a bike ride, and looked like it. I had two cookies that were sealed individually in the same plastic. He took his cookie out and took a bite when he noticed that he had unsealed the other cookie (chocolate?) and tried to seal it back up. I told him not to worry about it.

I wondered why we brought him the cookie instead of him getting one here in town.

Before I woke up I saw four entertainer ladies standing side by side each holding a microphone. They were singing short lyrics of different songs before the show started that they were here for. The last one was, “Bring me home”, sung in a happy tune.

(From May 17, 2019) Return

I asked the same question. I dreamt that I had returned to my mission area because I missed being with the guys. One of the names started with an “A” and was short. There was a down syndrome missionary who liked to draw.

I dreamt (same dream?) that there was a restaurant that was more expensive than the casual / family dining restaurants. I saw it on the right side with the door facing to the left, as if in a strip mall. The food was good but didn’t take long to eat / the experience didn’t last long.

I saw some people walking out. One of them was a tall older man who comes to Starbucks now and then with his wife. At some point he told me that a strand of my hair had touched him first ( while he was walking?).

I then was talking to a girl that was across from me telling her about the restaurant but couldn’t remember the name, or the pizza place next to it. She commented that my memory was fading.

I dreamt that I was at a restaurant and we were given small black purse like pockets that you squeeze to open, with another pocket on the side, to put our trash in. I was looking in the one I was given and kept finding dimes. I felt like I was “lucky”.

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