Delete A Song

I asked, “How do I add more heat?” I dreamt that I deleted a song I had been listening to, which was sung by Shania Twain about a friend, because Giuseppe didn’t like it.

He was wearing all black. I pleaded with him to be able to listen to it, maybe even grabbing his clothes (?), as he was standing in front of me. I know that I will get it back and be able to listen to it again after he leaves because he won’t be coming back.

I dreamt that I was at work at the end of the day. I was sitting at a counter (?), kinda squished with Travis sitting on my right. His mom may have been there also (?).

I am wearing red sweats that were cut to be made into shorts. He put his left hand on my thigh. I don’t remember why.

A lady came and told me to hurry (?) and follow her. As I was doing so, I was thinking of Travis and wondering what he was thinking.

I was then in a room with a handful of people. These people were here because someone of their family / they knew had died. I was told that Ali had died because of the high blood pressure he’s had recently. I was waiting and watching for him to come and show himself to me. He never did.

A young girl was telling us how to prepare ourselves for when someone dies, getting emotional as she was talking. One by one, families of these people came to take them home.

I was then walking to the parking lot with all the other workers to go home. A younger version of Amy, a girl from my teenage years, was standing on my right and had to get my attention before telling me that she was here to take me home.

(From yesterday) Branch Out

I asked the same question. I dreamt that Lorelei had shown up at the door with a short tree branch with short branched out limbs. There was some orange moss on the stem.

She was eating the bark without any trouble chewing. She said that the orange and white tabby can’t eat the moss because both of them are from Sweden / Swedish.

(From Sept. 17, 2019) Still Conscious

I asked the same question. I dreamt that I was in an airplane, standing in front of the pilot, who was seated, not in the cockpit. There was a lady behind him to the left. The area was shaped like a rainbow, as if on a spaceship.

For some reason I punched him in the nose, turning it purple, causing him to lean to the left. Thinking he became unconscious, I frantically asked the lady behind him if she could fly a plane. I then saw that he was still conscious.

(From Sept. 16, 2019) Long Inhales

I asked the same question. I dreamt that I was hiding in a corner among people so that no one would see me smoking. I was taking long inhales to get it over with, so I wouldn’t get caught, but still enjoying the experience. I would then puff out circles.

I dreamt (same?) that I was watching a transgender on tv, standing behind a pulpit. This person was wearing white and the pulpit may have been white, talking about some guy who had said something about gays. This person on tv was saying how s/he didn’t like that, repeating it several times. After she said that, the audience made some noise. I was thinking, “So what. That person has the right to say what he wants, and by saying you don’t like what he said, you don’t have the right to censor him.”

The scene closed in on the face and I could see that it was a woman wanting to be a male. It was obvious that she shaves. She was wearing glasses and had short dark hair. Her name was Dawn.

This show was game show where she would do monologues in between. After saying this, she went back to the participants, calling them by their family names, as it was family against family. She was getting them ready for their next assignment.

They were in a warehouse setting and had to do warehouse jobs the fastest. I didn’t see much of them but saw their movements.

Someone said, ” I barely caught that” before I woke.

(From Sept. 15, 2019) Guide People

I asked the same question. I dreamt something about being in line and turning around to go somewhere else. I had to walk past a guy with mental disabilities who was just standing there, with his back to me, not moving.

A lady who was with him had to help him move. I walked past him on the left.

I dreamt about being at General Conference when people are coming in to get their seats. Pres. Nelson tells them to sit so there’ll be time for questions (?).

There’s an overweight man trying to guide the people. I see him later sitting next to a thin woman as they’re paying attention to a short film that being shown. I was thinking something about her loving him despite his size.

My dad is sitting, talking loudly at the screen. I don’t remember what he’s saying. It’s semi applicable to what is being shown. The family / I’m worried that he might continue and say something that wasn’t relevant.

I dreamt something about being at grandma’s house, waiting for someone who’s birthday it is (?). There’s a young Mexican boy who is in charge of the card. He puts it in the side of a nightstand / side table that had pockets on the sides, among some magazines.

It’s around 5:30 and some people who showed up won’t be able to stay until 6:30, when the party is supposed to happen. The guy hugs another older man who is sitting because he isn’t able to stand well because of his back bones. He’s hunched over / twisted.

I’m walking out of grandma’s room into the kitchen and see Steve sitting in front of me doing something. I don’t know if I should acknowledge him as I walk past him to the right.

Someone puts music (?) on the tv. I’m wanting a piece of the cake, which is chocolate and is underneath the tv. I grab it and see that there’s no frosting, and someone has sliced off some of the edges instead of cutting a regular piece.

I dreamt that I’m on a bus (?) with a wide aisle. There’s a young black girl who works for the company, standing in the aisle, and is naked. She is naked for a reason, but don’t remember why.

She has a wide butt. As I’m walking off, I mention to someone who is behind me to my left, that if I had that body I wouldn’t be naked.

I dreamt (same?) that I was concerned at first whether I was on the correct route for going home. I then was able to see that I was.

I dreamt that Amy kept wanting her Emily, as a 3-4 yr old, to be the one giving the prayers, even when she doesn’t want to. I was wanting someone to tell her that if Emily is the only one saying the prayer, she’ll turn against it as she gets older.

I dreamt that there was a group of teenagers in a band practicing. It was obvious one of the guys, playing one of the guitars, was high. One of the girls was discouraged about this. He mentioned that that he wanted to go to a certain place after practice that was known for getting drugs.

There was a new restaurant that had just opened recently with only the female owner working there. These teenagers wanted to go there to get jobs to help. The area looked to be in the mountains, or only resembled being in the mountains.

Inside the restaurant was a wood singular bar counter circling another one that jutted out in the middle. There were picnic like tables outside. This new restaurant was next to the one the teens used to be regulars at.

Someone ordered meat slices. After several minutes, they left their food and took off, planning to come back. While waiting, I saw some other teens who were into punk walking past and behind me to my left. One of them had long blonde hair that was shaved on the sides. Another one had knee high black boots with buckles.

I was walking back to the restaurant and saw some of my clothes folded and on the ground next / under the tables. They may have been some rust colored ones I used to have.

The teens came back high with another man who was also high.

There was an older black man who used a walker. He seemed to be a regular. There was a rope (?) bordering the tables. The owner knew he wanted to duck under the rope to get in so she called out for someone to help him in.

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