The End

I asked, “When is the date?” I dreamt that there was a window in my bedroom to the basement below. I saw a guy, who had set up an office, standing and talking on the phone. He was facing my direction. I yelled at him to leave and then called out to my dad.

I dreamt that I was watching a show as if I was there. There was a group of people at the end of a long strip of narrow road (on a bridge?). Some of them were lined up going across the road to block whoever they were expecting (government?).

I was thinking that I wished they showed these people walking down the road to the other side. I then saw them walking down having fun. They looked like they were part of a bumper cars video game.

(From yesterday) Way Out

I asked the same question. I dreamt that I was in Fontana (?) at night on the outskirts. There was a long white building (built somewhat similar to WalMart) in the short distance in front of me to the right a bit. There was another building attached to it on the right.

A girl by my left side was saying that it had something to do with meditation. To the right of it I could see another city’s lights. I was thinking that there’s got to be a way/path to get out of here (city). It was as if the people were locked in the city, but actually weren’t.

I dreamt that I was sitting/lying down with head to the left. I don’t know where I was. There was a girl sitting in front of me backed up to me. There was a lady with white hair pinned up in a french twist sitting with her right side to us. She was facing as if looking at the 4 or 5 o’clock position.

This lady did the sign of the cross in front of the girl in front of me. When it was my turn I told her that I don’t do the cross. She was fine with that, saying “ok”.

I was walking behind her frantically trying to keep up. She wouldn’t let me pass as she kept moving sideways as I tried to do so. I asked her, “What if I take the cross?”

(From Nov. 19, 2019) Retired

I asked the same question. I dreamt that I was at Danny DeVito and Rhea Perlman’s house. I don’t know how I got there. (There was more before this but don’t remember it.) Danny looked like Steve DiSchiavi (I’m pretty sure) and was also a retired cop/detective. I think a tall daughter with shoulder length dark hair was there as well.

The house had a weird configuration with a scalene triangle (?) room on the left (when entering) of the entrance. I also saw the dining table. I was thinking about how it was like for the daughter to grow up in this weird configuration.

I was in a purple (curtains?) room that wasn’t (being) used. I was thinking that I could come here and rent out the room but then I remembered that earlier in the dream Danny was complaining about the shapes of the rooms and not having space when family comes to visit.

Rhea had baked a huge sheet birthday cake for their dog. It wasn’t cooked all the way in some spots because she used Pam spray instead of butter/oil. I wanted to say that all this food isn’t healthy for the dog (and that it might kill him?).

There was a dead man sitting in a suit. He had been dead for a long time. He had stitching that went from hairline to hairline across his eyes. For some reason I started pulling it out on his left side. I stopped after I got past his eyes, realizing what I had just done.

The top of his head slowly started to pull away, showing the dark matter/space inside. I frantically pushed it back down. Some stuff came out. It was warm even though being dead for so long.

I was then walking outside at night with Danny to the left of me. I kept apologizing for what I had done. He didn’t seem fazed by it.

Before undoing the stitching, I saw some old family history books up on a shelf. They looked like the old leather type. I saw the name Benjamin (don’t remember middle) Melton. The name could possibly have been on the man’s forehead on the side as well.

I was excited to see that and was wanting to look through to see how, and if, Danny and I were related.

Somewhere in there, Danny and Rhea were repeating Access Consciousness questions/phrases and I wanted to ask them if they repeat these a certain amount of times.

(From Nov. 18, 2019) Naked

I asked the same question. I dreamt that I was taking a break from driving a big rig. It must’ve been like a bus because there were other people with me. At one point I was walking naked and didn’t care if people saw. I was walking up to the open driver’s door to get in.

We were waiting for some people who were still sitting at the tables there. They had with them some slow developmentally people.

At one point I was clothed and lying down on the street by the curb looking at the shops that were there. I think my head was on the curb.

One of the ladies with me came out of an ice cream (?) shop eating from a sample and holding a bouquet of ice cream balloons. I smiled when I saw this.

I was teaching someone how to turn on the (high beam) lights as we were driving along a lone highway at night when a couple cars started coming our way. They had to turn the end of the left wand (if that’s what it’s called) to do so.

Someone had left the group. I wasn’t surprised about this and kind of expected it.

There was something fogging the windshield so I moved the truck from the right turn lane in the street to the parking lot where we were.

I dreamt that I was with people who had a name tag label with their name and either pink or blue to indicate what gender they were. One girl had both colors. I wanted to ask her, “Is that true?”

(From Nov. 17, 2019) Take Care

I asked the same question. I dreamt that I was at a clothing store. I was next to the right, and behind a little, one of those circular racks with clothes on them.

There was a lady standing between me and this circular rack, holding a black shirt, and looking for something without flannel. I think a worker who was helping her said that flannel is basically in everything, I mentioned that my shirt doesn’t. I then thought of the possibility of sharing on social media the clothes I have that don’t have flannel.

I dreamt that I was at someone’s workplace. They worked in an open space/room with the other employees. At the end to the right was the meeting room. The door was flaps of hard plastic.

The workers outside of that room could hear cookies being thrown away. This happened with each consecutive meeting but gradually less amounts each time. One of the female workers went over there to mention this (?).

I dreamt that I asked Kyle(?) where Bear (his dog) had been since I hadn’t seen him for several days. Kyle said Bear was in a kennel because he wasn’t sure I would take care of Bear.

(From Nov. 16, 2019) Sleeping Here

I asked the same question. All I remember is me, or someone else, asking another person, “Are you sleeping here?”

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