Orchestrating

I asked, “How do I let go?” I dreamt that Ali and I were walking across a big (?) dirt and gravel lot / field between businesses that I didn’t see but knew were there. There were some chain link fences separating some (of the) areas.

In one area that we were about to walk through, two homeless looking guys were there. The guy on the left was standing, facing us. He was skinny with grey dreadlocks about shoulder length or several inches below. He only had his left arm which he was waving around, as if orchestrating. He was wearing a long sleeve shirt. We weren’t close enough for me to see what the design was but it seemed it had flowers of different sizes with a dark blue background.

The other guy was crouching / kneeling to his left. I didn’t look at him but it seems he was wearing a white shirt and had a white bucket in front of him for drumming.

Ali mentioned about the one arm guy, saying that he was dancing. He may not have noticed that the guy only had one arm.

Ali was either right next to me on my right, or was a couple steps behind (as he usually is when we walk). I was trying to get him to notice the uneasiness these guys were emitting. I either said, “Fiiri badan” (Somali = look a lot), meaning that the guy kept looking, or I only was wanting to say it.

Shortly after we passed them I noticed that they started following us. We were then out by the street, with it to our right. There was no traffic. I asked, “Where are the cops?” The traffic then showed up on the other side with a cop car in front passing us.

I turned around and saw two rows of cars within two lines of the fences with one line facing us and the other behind them facing the other way. There was a cop car in both rows.

I dreamt that I said hello to a black girl at the place where I worked. We were then somewhere where the employees had gathered to have lunch / dinner. She was there and so I figured that I had to say hello because I had said hello earlier and that I was now a part of the group.

We were in the back, or near the back. There were several rectangular tables to the right with a square table on the left. My female boss (?) was getting them ready to eat.

My parents showed up. My mom sat at the square table and seeing corn on the table, said that she likes corn. I noticed that she had gained weight in her upper part of her legs which caused her to sit higher on the chair.

I was disheartened when I had to tell her that this was for us. My dad had already gone up front to find another place to sit.

(From yesterday) Avec Moi

I asked the same question. I dreamt of the singer of Poets of the Fall, Marko Saaresto, singing Partir Avec Moi.

(From June 11, 2019) Dead

I asked the same question. I dreamt something with Steve DiSchiavi from the Dead Files tv show.

I dreamt something about the DNA of other people.

(June 10, 2019) From within

I asked the same question. I dreamt of being part of a class but not in a traditional classroom. I was doing paperwork but don’t remember what it was. It was only one piece of paper.

The teacher’s black wife (?) and a girl were doing word puzzles / games to the right of me. I was thinking how they may have finished their work already and that I would rather be doing that instead but knew I had to finish my work first. (I’m not sure if these were the exact thoughts.)

The wife’s cheekbone area was shiny from being clean and a light shining on her. I knew it wasn’t coming from within.

When I finished my work I had to put my name on the back of the paper because there wasn’t room on the front. I also dated it 6-7-19, which was a Monday.

After, the teacher who was white, was talking about a music group from the ’80’s called Camper van Beethoven, as one of their calmer songs played (I only know of “Pictures of Matchstick”), with some of the other students. I was overhearing so I mentioned that I thought they had a song where the singer held his breath for a bit.

(From June 9, 2019) Before

I asked the same question. I dreamt that I was walking to the right on a dirt path on a hill with a small group of people. I asked a girl who was on my left if she had been this way before.

I dreamt that an older lady was letting me borrow some / one of her clothes (for church?). I saw that I didn’t have my garment bottom on and so was going to use hers but then saw that I was wearing mine and so would use mine.

I woke with the song, “Tonight I Celebrate My Love” from Peabo Bryson and Roberta Flack.

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