I asked, “How do I win the lottery?” I dreamt that I was at the end of a galley style of cupboards in a kitchen with only enough room for one person. I was getting about 4 Hawaiian rolls out of a clear plastic sandwich bag that were extras from dinner. Judy is next to me, watching, and maybe taking one for herself. Micalanne also possibly could’ve been there.
I’m now outside in the front yard at night. There are also a couple people with me. One of them is a boyfriend of one of my friend’s/sister’s. They are are preparing me to meet his brother who had a sex change.
When I see him, he looks like a masculine female. I’m thinking that this isn’t a guy with a sex change. She is behind me in a squared off garden that is between two apartment buildings. She says something and then goes inside the building on the right.
She and I are then walking through a building that she is remodeling/updating. She is wearing a white hazmat/painter’s suit. There is plastic all along the floors. The walls look like flour has been thrown on them.
I mention that this reminds me of a nursing home (that I used to work in?). I see a couple of people in one of the rooms on the right.
We are back outside and there is a park downhill from us. It’s dark down there because low light. There is a concrete bench, with back towards us, with a lamp to the left shining down on it.
There is a man sitting on the left at the end, positioned so as to be looking at us with his right arm resting on the top of the back. He has dark skin and hair. She points him out to me. It takes a couple seconds to see him. We then walk back inside.
There are big windows in front of me and to the right. I’m a safe distance away from them. I tell this woman to get away from them (I don’t see her), or hide under them. She gets perturbed/frustrated because she left a shoe outside, so she says.
We then see an ambulance, or two, about to head down to the park. One of them is facing to the right and bounces a little back and forth as it’s getting ready to go down. This man is playing a game of “Where can I put it?” The body? Somewhere in there were detectives.
I dreamt that Lenny Kravitz had 7, or 8, children with a white woman. They were all lined up, according to age with the mother and oldest at the beginning on the left, to see a movie. Lenny was holding the youngest, a baby.
I was across from them by the wall. There were people walking back and forth between us. I was clicking a pen as I was walking over and thinking to myself that I don’t like it when other people do that, so why am I doing it?
The thought came to me to thank Martha Stewart for putting something on fire.
I dreamt something about drinking something and looking at the ingredients list. I notice that marijuana is one of them. I remember my reaction as being, “Oh.”
(From yesterday) Symbology
I asked the same question. There was something about symbology.
I dreamt something about a freedom song.
(From Sept. 2, 2019) Engage
I asked the same question. The phrase, “The closer you are to family, the closer you are to the earth” came to mind.
I dreamt that I was working with developmentally challenged adults again. I usually didn’t interact with them outside of the workplace. This day/evening, though, I decided to go ahead and engage with them while we were waiting to get picked up and taken back to the building.
They were in a line and two of them were next to each other wearing a matching outfit with one wearing the top and the other wearing the bottom(shorts/pants). I usually teased them about wearing “my” clothes, so that’s what I did.
I also noticed one of the guys standing by himself away from the line who would sometimes bend backwards so that it looked like he was bent in half. He would then come back straight.
I dreamt (same?) that I was holding a tiny newborn up to my left shoulder with only (?) diapers on. She was fussy and I didn’t know why. The right edge of her diaper was brown and sagging, but I didn’t feel anything inside. She finally calmed down.
While I was holding her, the bottom of one of her feet was sliced off, like a piece of bread. I don’t know why. There was no blood, or anything. The bottom was still covered with skin.
I then saw her as an older woman, a grandma. She was of mixed ethnicity. She was walking toward me, though not since I wasn’t there. It was her birthday, or someone else in the family. She was walking slowly because of her foot, but she got to her destination.
I dreamt that the outside lights were in the back were off, causing my bedroom to be dark.
I dreamt that I was taking a tour of an old ship. Somehow it ended up with a bridge going across the middle part, width wise. It wan’t part of the ship.
I was thinking that if these people here were to fall into the water, they would be safer because the water wasn’t as deep, or as wide as where the Titanic is, so that they would be able to swim to land.
There was a group there from Utah. I heard them say where but don’t remember. Brigham City? Beaver?
There was an older lady who one of the guys kept addressing as Mayor when talking to her. She was dressed as if in the Old West/Pioneer days, but not in a dress.
She was sitting at a cafe(?) table with her right side to me. There was another lady sitting across from her cutting out some fabric to make a dress from one of the old dress patterns, from the Old West/Pioneer days, there for the people to use.
(From Sept. 1, 2019) Travel
I asked the same question. I dreamt that a guy had stubby/nubby fingers, as if they had been cut off. He had a thin gold ring and asked me to put it on his ring(?) finger. There was barely enough room for the ring. I wondered how it was able to stay on. When I did, a small drop of blood appeared.
I said something to him about his fingers. Irritated, he got on the phone to talk to someone about what had previously happened to him causing the short fingers.
I dreamt that I was back at D.I. in the back. I was with all new coworkers. On the right against the wall was a washer/dryer with a sign in front of it saying “Walmart”. Going into this washer/dryer was the way to travel there.
There was a girl who was about to go home/different part of the store. I told her to come look in another room. Larissa (an ex-coworker from a different place) was near the end of her pregnancy.
A local car dealer brought in, into the back of the building, an old (80’s?) Mustang. It was brown/had brown, with a sticker/decal that was peeling off. This was to replace the one she had that wasn’t going to work for her after having the baby.
The guy was sitting there to the left. Someone may have said something about how generous it was to bring this. He was nonchalant about it.
(From Aug. 31, 2019) Look and Find
I asked the same question. I dreamt that I was looking for my glasses, even though I was able to see without them. I saw a pair of Micalanne’s that she had back in the 80’s. I tried them on but the lenses were dark, like shades/sunglasses, so I put them back. I don’t think I found mine.