Get A Kitten

I dreamt that I was flying in the air with Steve, some Mexican/Hispanic women, and I think Christina Anstead (HGTV Flip or Flop). We weren’t in an airplane. Whatever it was was either a circular shape or more like a blimp. It had several stories to it.

At one point, Christina had the top of her hair in two separate french braids. I then had my hair like that and started strutting around like my hair was better. I mentioned that this hairstyle was nothing new for me because I did all sorts of different things with my hair when I was younger/a teenager.

Some of the Mexican women were standing along/by some stairs. I walked by /past them. I felt a sense of bitterness/spite coming from them, even though they weren’t showing it, as they were talking with each other.

I was about to walk up a couple steps when I saw one of the women jump back to the left from the siamese boy. I didn’t see why. I sharply asked, “What do you think you’re doing with him?” She calmly said that she wanted a cat. She continued talking about it when another woman showed up. I wanted to mention for her to get a kitten but didn’t.

Steve was nearby rinsing dishes. There was a huge cookie sheet on the floor that looked like it had been used for scalloped potatoes. I thought he was using it to stand on while doing the dishes but I never saw him standing on it. He was rinsing a big green Tupperware salad bowl. The water on it looked the color of cheese.

(From Nov. 6, 2019) Singing A Love Song

I dreamt that I was dressed up in a dress leaving someone’s wedding (reception?). I didn’t see the ceremony and what I had been doing was different than being at a wedding. I can’t remember the details. There were other people leaving as well. We were walking on the sidewalks/streets to our cars.

There was a concrete area with wide steps that on my right that I started to walk up but someone told me that I couldn’t because something was going on at the top.

Wilhelm showed up. He looked shorter than me. We walked to a different spot than where we were to the right. He started singing a love song. I had never heard it before. I didn’t know he could sing and I was liking it.

After he stopped, he went somewhere else. I didn’t see him leave. There was a girl I knew who also knew him. I can’t remember if she was a relative or not. It may have been Megan (used to work at Starbucks).

I cautiously asked her how tall he is because of looking back and not knowing where he was. She said he was 6’1″ or 6’2″. I was surprised at that because he didn’t look like it but figured it was because he could’ve been sitting, or slouching.

From Nov. 5, 2019) Close

I dreamt that I was inside with the family and asking them, “Why are you mean to me?” No one was paying attention. Maybe one or two heard me but they didn’t respond.

I was then in Micalanne’s house about to go to sleep/bed so I turned the lights on (I read to do that while having problems with spirits & such). She got upset and turning them off, said that the house isn’t for sale because she didn’t want people to see inside.

She had vertical window blinds that were open and she closed them. I tried opening them again but they were so tight, I couldn’t get them/pole to budge/move.

I was then outside on the left of the house where there was a black gate, like Ali’s, with the family. I don’t remember how (took a couple steps first?) but I leaped up to the top where it was flat so I wouldn’t hurt myself. No one cared.

I saw on the front of the gate was iron/metal piece that crossed from left to right diagonally, coming up (?). I was thinking that maybe I could climb over and down using that piece to step down. I didn’t.

I then saw the Siamese girl had crawled up on the front, close to where I was.

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