Wedding

I asked, “Is time travel physical or spiritually?” I dreamt something about living as a spirit. it was at the beginning of doing so and I was questioning it, like when at your first day at work and taken on a tour of what is involved / how things work.

I dreamt that a lady was telling me to get an answer key. It would be locked, but it would have all the answers that I needed. I didn’t ask her to clarify about the lock, and wanted to ask her if she was going to get it because I didn’t have the money, but she was about to go somewhere. I figured that it was locked to other people, and initially pictured that it had mathematical answers.

I dreamt that I was with a couple other girls, in dresses. We ended up at someone’s outside wedding reception, near the ending of it. These people looked to have some wealth to them. The theme may have been about sailing. We sat at one of the tables, facing left. We may have been waiting to use the space. I suggested that we help to clean up.

I started piling up the white dishes and utensils in my arms. As I was doing so, a lady asked me about children. I told her that I will be 50 in a couple years so it probably isn’t possible / won’t be happening. There were some 20ish girls who I thought was surprised when I said my age, thinking that I was younger. I didn’t look up at them so I don’t know if they were.

There was a young guy sitting at one of the tables and I asked him if he was blind because his eyes looked like he was. I told him not to give me a philosophical answer, thinking he would be one to do that, but to say yes or no.

I saw a small rectangular small pocked silver bar that was bendable. I only bent the top of it slightly because the fear of breaking it, and I still had all the dishes in my arms. I was asking these people if it was silver. A tall man appeared behind me close enough for us to touch, which we did for a minute. I also asked him if it was silver.

As I was walking to the kitchen (?) area, which was a short distance away, I dropped a (serving?) utensil / knife in to a small puddle. I wasn’t able to bend down to get it and decided to come back for it, worrying that a child might pick it up.

I passed by the bride , on my left, facing right, getting fun pictures with others who were there. There was also a family picture taken with all of the people there, who it seemed were about 100. There was a Mexican family taking over the tables that were behind them for their own celebration / gathering.

A small group was about to watch, to the right, a documentary about slavery. I wanted to mention about the blacks nowadays wanting reparations and that there were some slave owners who were black but I didn’t.

I was trying to stand between two of the girls there, not wanting to block their view.

(From yesterday) Showing

I asked the same question. I dreamt something to do with ghost fingerprints showing up on the steamy shower door.

I dreamt that I was sitting at the foot of a bed and urinated a bunch, as if I had been holding it in. I didn’t have my pants pulled down so I don’t know how I was able to do it.

There was a cardboard that was on the floor the length of the bed which the urine landed on, which I was grateful for, though there was some of the last portion that ended up on the carpet. I was wondering how much I would be able to clean up.

I dreamt something about the pyramids (?) at Giza being below the arrowhead at Lake Arrowhead in San Bernardino.

(From June 21, 2019) Look

I asked the same question. I dreamt that I went to a library to look for books about oppression. A lady there had a young blonde girl search for me. She found a book with 8×10 (?) pages width wise that I flipped through. It was about Russians so I told them that it wasn’t it.

I dreamt that I was feeding chocolate candy bar squares to a guy who was facing left, sitting on my right in front of me. He said that he was on a strict diet but he took them anyway. I told him when I was giving him the last squares.

I dreamt that two white hawks were flying around me and Ali as we were sitting on a grassy hill and he was lounging back. I don’t remember if the grass was green or dry. Ali was sitting above me to my left. I was facing to his left. Downhill on my right.

One of the hawks eventually came down and was at the right side of his head, maybe even slightly touching it. I wanted to take out my camera to take a picture but didn’t want to scare the hawk away.

There was a Starbucks a distance away from us, in front of me, within sight. He had been in there earlier and told me that he had found some cash.

I dreamt that there was a group of dressed up women, in dresses, in a convertible car that was sitting / parked at the corner to turn right. It was sprinkling so I was trying to get them to come inside for fear they were going to be hit by lightning.

(From June 20, 2019) Connected

I asked the same question. I dreamt that I was picturing a Clydesdale and wagon above me and the group of people I was with. I also saw the foot of the Clydesdale. I knew they were going to fall through the ceiling because of the weight so I moved closer to the right / back wall hoping I wouldn’t get hit.

As the ceiling started to give way, I was telling the others to look, to warn them. When the horse and wagon fell through, they were miniatures instead of being real.

I made mention that Obama, Biden, and I think Hilary (?) had left, in different cars. Sure, they could’ve been going to different places but it was highly unlikely.

Val had pictures that were connected, like an accordion, of a place there that she went to, that had a story about ghost children and seeing their fingerprints on a steamed up car window. The pictures were a bit blurry but could still see clearly enough what the picture was.

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