Explosive

I asked, “What is the meaning of the numbers coming from the bird?” I dreamt that I was lying down on some grass. There was a small explosive ball chained with a short chain to my left (?) leg. I knew that I had been through this two persons ago, dying. I was thinking about my consciousness and what it would be like after I died / was gone.

There was a fire down to the explosive below my knee but never made it there. There was an open fence on my right and some friends / family drove through when they saw that nothing happened. I frantically waved them back in case something did happen.

(From yesterday) Future

I asked the same question. I dreamt that I was with Greg and mom. The space reminded me of the garage area from the San Bernardino teenage house. Greg’s military boots are on the floor. The right one, which is placed on the left with the toe facing me as I’m on the floor, has a crack on the inside side up top.

A guy passes us, stopping on the way to check the boots out first. He says he would like them but we tell him about the crack and that otherwise I would have taken them for my future children. He then leaves.

Water comes flooding in and rising. I’m lying down on a bed trying to ignore it and get to sleep but it keeps rising. I ask mom something about it and then started crying because of her answer.

I dreamt (same?) that I forgot to pick up my glasses when I got up in the morning and am now walking around looking for them. I’m dressed except for a shirt. I’m thinking I need to put one on because my dad is there. I have to walk around different things on the floor, as if moving in / out, such as a short dark bookcase.

There’s a room in the middle where a guy has a bedroom, that I need to walk through. He has the doors closed, so I open them. He is lying on the bed and says that he is having a hard time getting back to sleep. I tell him that I hate it when that happens. I wanted to tell him about the leg lifts I do to help me get to sleep but decide not to.

He is walking and smiling at me. I look in the mirror and notice a few pieces of spices / herbs around my mouth area from the last time I ate. I assumed that he didn’t tell me because he thought it was cute.

He is now up and wearing a suit, excited to show me his Trump doll with a pull string that he has. It doesn’t work as he is showing it to me.

We are in New York state and he is saying something about Queens. I get excited when he says that it’s only half an hour away.

I saw a chalkboard on the wall to the right. I see written that there’s a show I used to watch is coming back and the premiere is next Tuesday. There is a website listed.

I hear a guy talking, trying to sound like a woman. I turn and see a tall broad man with dark hair to a little past his shoulders. He is talking to dad who is sitting on his right. They are both facing away from me, in front of me.

I dreamt that I’m awake and editing the dream with mom and Greg on a plastic bag (?), adding Amy’s name to it.

The lyric, “She’s got it. Yeah, Baby, she’s got it” from Bananarama’s Venus song comes to mind.

I dreamt that I’m awake and telling someone that I remember a dream where I’m driving on a two lane road at night that turns into a one lane road on the left. It looks like a mountain road.

I stopped right where the lane on the right ends, before merging to the left, and cried. Someone was in the car with me.

Before stopping, I drove over another car coming my direction, like Inspector Gadget, though I didn’t see when I dd. The car could’ve been a reddish maroon.

I dreamt that I was looking up at a building to a height this is roughly where a door would’ve been. There are three sculptures on the building of men. The one on the left is facing right (?). I’m asking if the (Utah) girl is finally gone. As the guy on the left is about to answer, some people show up, interrupting him.

(From August 5, 2019) Expecting

I asked the same question. I dreamt that I was in a backyard, looking right, singing the words, “Can you hear me Major Tom? Can you HEAR me?” from David Bowie. I was thinking of Sowin, and expecting to see him.

I dreamt something about having papers in / on my left arm and blood on top. There wasn’t actual blood though. I was mentioning to a guy how ironic it is that there’s blood on top and bottom.

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