Older Woman

I asked, “Do I need to be with Ali?” I dreamt that someone came to me for information. I pointed out an older woman, with white-ish hair, who was sitting at a desk across from me and a little to the left, facing me.

I dreamt that I was outside at night. It was raining but I wasn’t getting wet. I was walking (?) up a hill (?) on the right side of the street. There was a fast food restaurant and I saw Sean Connery driving one of those toddler plastic cars with the yellow roof. He was with his grandson, going to the drive-thru for food.

(From yesterday) Scared

I asked the same question. I dreamt that as I was walking upstairs at night to go to bed, there was a knock at the door, which scared me. I don’t remember who was with me, but they pushed on the door to make sure that it was shut and locked.

There had been pictures taken of me with a model looking guy. I was standing in front to the side of him. I looked happy. When they were shown, so that people could see, I felt like a fake because of the circumstances behind how and why the pictures came to be.

I dreamt that I was at grandma Fessler’s funeral (?). There were either pictures of a boat, or people were talking about one that she had. I was saying to someone that I never knew about it until she died. I then went and mentioned it to mom. Amy (?) said that there were pictures of me on it when I was young. She was saying it as if I should have known.

I then started cleaning the area where the coffin (?) was and crying.

There was a lady there who had a certain type of glasses that she had me put on. I could see something about me marrying a certain person so I hurriedly gave them back to her. She was excited that she would be able to live on, signifying that something of her had passed on to me.

I dreamt that I was flying a stationary helicopter above some houses in a neighborhood. The street may have been circular, bending toward me. I was looking at the houses on the left bend.

There was a white sedan (big hood and trunk) parked on the right side of the driveway. There was a lifted white truck parked on the left side of the house to the right with the driver side of the truck over the sedan a bit. I was thinking that the people living at one of the houses would’ve moved by now, but seeing the car, it looked as if they were still there.

As I was looking down, I was thinking how amazing it was that I was flying a helicopter as if it had been a long time before doing so. As I was thinking this, I was about to lose control but was able to hold on.

(From July 9, 2019) Preston

I asked the same question. I dreamt of a young guy wearing a black sweatshirt with mens names on it. I saw the name Preston.

I dreamt that I was listening to songs sung by an older woman.

Someone tells me, “She’s always been here.” I then see a woman with a white shirt with black sleeves (?) with 1617 on it.

I dreamt that Obama had big full lips and was taking a nap during the day with his suit on. He wasn’t lying straight. He was on the right side when looking down at the bed. I was noticing his ring finger was growing from the pads on the palm and out a little ways, like as if on a spring. This was normal.

I was also on the bed, below him. There was a guy with me and possibly another. I was positioned with my head towards the foot of the bed, also not lying straight.

I was naked, on my left side, on the side of the bed, with the covers covering the front of me. I was wondering what Obama would think if he saw me like this. Someone was on the bed with their shoes on. I was wondering what Michelle (?) would think about that.

We had to pay to be able to be there. It was only for half an hour. The guys were discussing what date we could be here and I said that it was July 10. I looked at the ticket and it had 7/10. The amount of time we were scheduled for may have been 29 minutes.

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