I’m Not a Mother 

(From March 20, 2015)

We had something delivered from a thrift store. Along with it was a blue baby shoe. It had the company’s tag, along with a white tag with 13 on it. 

I wanted to go back to the store to find the other one. (Why didn’t I return the one I had?) When I got to the store, it was at the church. I wanted to start on the right side (chapel in top middle). 

I saw a couple jewelry boxes, and when I opened them, the “diamond” had come off, but still there. 

I found a tool where I could change the opening, at the top (like a monkey wrench). I showed it to John (D. I. ) because I knew he be interested, which he was. 

Someone showed me a pink baby shoe, with silky ribbon for the tie. I mentioned that wasn’t it, but a blue baby shoe that was like it. I didn’t mention that it had a regular tie. 

(Ali’s dream)

I was on a track, having to jump over obstacles. I was in front, Ali behind me. No one else was able to jump, and some black women were complaining about having to jump. 

(From March 21, 2015)

I’m in the cultural hall at church by the stage. There is a curtain semi around me. I am taking a shower, with my underwear on. The ceiling sprinklers come on. No one shows up for a while. A man finally shows up. I’m wondering what took so long for him to show, and the sprinklers came on when there’s no fire. 

I was looking at a black piece of paper, with white writing on it, on both sides with the middle empty. It was about the zodiac sign of Gemini. I heard Cher’s voice reading it. 

(From March 27, 2015)

I’m walking into Relief Society, going to sit by my mom. Excitedly, she said, “Happy birthday! Happy Mothers Day!” I then say, “But, I’m not a mother.” Suzanne (from church when I was a teenager.)

(From March 18, 2015)

Kyle, and I, are lying in (separate?) bed (house in my teenage years). He said something to me about checking the food under the desk. I look, and see a box of food with cockroaches crawling over it. There are some tabby cats under his bed (on the right), at the end, and they also have cockroaches crawling on them. 

Stability of the Building 

(From March 11, 2015)

I am lying next to a man, naked, on a bed. I am on the right side. He slowly starts to roll over to get on top of me. I say no, and immediately get up and dressed. 

I am holding someone’s baby, and need to give it a bath. 

There is a pool of water that is cleaning itself. 

I am in a building, not sure what floor, maybe top?, and I’m thinking it wasn’t made all too well. I’m not sure how long it’ll stand, even though the others have no problem walking around. 

There is a guy who has a cough, like a lingering cough. He wants to go to get it checked out. He has to wait, but he eventually does. I’m thinking that when he goes, he could mention the stability of the building. I don’t say it. 

Deborah (pronounce each syllable, ex coworker) is there. 

I mention to someone that if my hairs ( on my arm) were gone, my arm would look like a white snake. 

(From March 19, 2015)

I’m driving a car, speeding down a hill, brakes not working. I don’t hit anyone, or get in an accident, but others on the road do. 

The road finally evens w, but I’m still speeding. At one point, I can’t see what’s ahead, as if I was continually going around a bend. 

There’s a field that I’m finally able to go to to slow down. 

I Have Been Training 

(From March 6, 2015)

I was watching tv somewhere, standing. The beginning of a show was starting, and Kyle was there, in it. I commented to someone, “Can you believe it’s been 3 years (since he passed)?” (He passed in ’08.)

(From March 9, 2015)

The old neighbor was going to move to a house on 21st street (which, in the dream, was around the same area) on the 28th. 

(From March 10, 2015)

Tastes like chocolate. Ketchup and lemon pudding (side by side, not mixed together). Only I took a taste. I only tasted the ketchup, so I said so, and that it tastes good. 

Chumbawamba. I say that I have their song on tape. 

(Ali’s dream)

We are in a race. I am in the lead, passing the others at the beginning, speeding so fast that my feet barely touch the ground. Ali is behind me. My hair is in a ponytail. I am wearing a red shirt, blue shorts, and fancy / colorful shoes. 

After we finish, we are barely breathing / breathing normal. After the others finish, they ask how I / we did it. I tell them that I have been training. I also mention food. 

Bluff it anyway 

(From Jan. 2015 Ali’s dream)

(I had told him about Aurora Borealis, which he had never heard of before, the night before)

He is in water, attempting to grab some color that is there, but is not able to. There is a bridge, and the color floats over to it, and gets stuck. I keep telling him to grab it. I am finally able to. He has family there as well. 

(From March 2, 2015)

Kyle was sitting on the ground with his legs out, not being able to walk because his spleen burst and he was waiting for surgery. I tripped over his legs. 

Grandma takes her cat (didn’t have one) for a walk, wearing a harness. The cat has to be dragged a little. 

I’m in grandma’s house. She doesn’t know I’m there. 

Christmas is in 12 days. (Nothing happened.)

(From March 4, 2015)

An older lady, named Vimian, is in the hospital. It was possible that she wouldn’t make it. 

(From March 5, 2015)

I was very happy, enjoying life. I was thinking about the conversation I had with Ali the night before about people being intimidated by others who think highly of themselves, even only if they think they’re cute. I didn’t care if people were intimidated by me (I never have). 

Zac, and I, were in water. Part of it was dark. He was young, no more than 5 / 6. We were in the dark side, but he didn’t like it and wanted to be on the clear side, so we moved. 

We had a quiz about SpongeBob with us, but neither of us knew the answers because we hadn’t seen it. We were / I was going to bluff it anyway. 

I Didn’t See the Fire 

(From Feb. 24, 2015)

Mom, Amy, and I were going to be moving into a new home on Saturday. Mom was telling us that we need to be sure to move during daylight because there are a couple broken windows. 

Careless Whisper chorus from George Michael 

I think I was standing in a white hallway. There was a black guy who had his head between my left hip and wall. I playfully asked him what he was doing. 

I was sitting between two black guys, who both were interested in me. I didn’t have a top over my garments. The guy on my right asked if I know / had met Jesus. I said no, but He knows who I am. 

I told the guys that they look like brothers, after looking at and comparing, their noses. 

I asked the one on the left where his family comes from, meaning Africa. I think he said Iowa. I said, no, your grandparents / great-grandparents. 

(From Feb. 28, 2015)

There are two ladies who are called before calling the firemen. They are at someone’s house, spreading baking powder all over in a girls room, so the fire wouldn’t spread. They also did another room, the parents (?). They were to do only the two rooms, but decided to do the bathrooms as well. I didn’t see the fire. 

The old man neighbor being friendly. For some reason, we live in their home / house, and have for about 4 years. They are about to go somewhere. She, and I, are in the garage, but she is taller. She says something about having my stuff for several years. I ask, curiously, “So how long have you had my stuff?” She then starts looking around in the stuff she has stored against the left wall ( garage door in front). She mentions to me to look for something with circles. The image that comes to mind are the Audi circles. She isn’t finding what she’s looking for, so puts masking tape across the areas where she has looked. 

Ali comes home after work, worn out. 

Not Showing Up 

(From Feb. 15, 2015)

The Siamese dad came back, and looked as if nothing had happened. I pointed him out to Ali, asking if that was(n’t) him. (He was purposely run over.)

At a family gathering, I hit / punched Micalanne in the face, with all my strength, on two separate occasions, causing her to fall back and hit her head. 

Judy was passing a white paper for people to sign for someone’s birthday. Someone else gave it to me to sign. I was surprised that she would allow me to sign, since she’s upset with me. 

After the gathering, I was walking home, and about a block away, I started running. I was upset, saying that it can’t be that my mental capacity is handicapped. 

When arriving at the house (when I was an older teen), I stayed outside, sitting with some others, with the door to my right. 

Mom had brought back some leftover food. I wanted some of the desserts with some chocolate topping. Mom said that Becky (a friend) goes to an Italian church now, and took the chocolate topping with her, to take to work. 

There was a race to be held, and one of the starting points was in our front yard, going to the right, using the lane dividers as used for swimming. Barbie was going to participate, using a wheelchair, and commented how narrow the lanes are. 

(From Feb. 23, 2015)

It was getting dark. Ali had said he would come get me, but he wasn’t showing up, so I started to walk. As I was crossing a street, I was carrying chains (like Marley in The Christmas Carol with Ebenezer Scrooge), slowing down my progress. 

Ali, and I, are at a pregnancy clinic to see why I’m not pregnant yet. The technician(?) talks to us, with paperwork in hand, without taking us to the back (still in waiting area), and says, “Well, it’s here in your notes. You’re not pregnant because you’re not having sex.”

(Ali’s dream)

We were running through water, with lots of other people. I was in front, speeding. Ali was behind me. We were wearing shoes so that our feet wouldn’t get hurt / cut from the rocks. 

I can see for miles 

(From Feb. 14, 2015)

Greg, and Scot, had a younger brother who looked almost exactly like Scot. 

Greg was holding me, and spinning, in such a way so that I could stretch my legs out parallel to the floor, like dancers. At first I was worried about him being able to hold my weight, but realized he was doing it, then started having fun with it, talking a lot (I was quiet as a teen). Afterwards, I said, “See what a mission does / will do?” I’m not sure if he heard because he showed no recognition / validation of me saying it. 

Two E. M. T. ‘s came with a stretcher, but without the bed. There was a tall, skinny / thin male one, and a shorter female one. The male took some type of (crafters) glue, and put a strip lengthwise down the middle. He then put a board over it. This was to be the bed. After doing so, he went faint. Another female came out to check on him. As soon as she appeared, he popped back up, and she turned around. I thought that she should still check up on him. 

I was watching a Christmas episode of the Simpson’s. I don’t know if it had aired yet, or if it was a preview, but with “tighter” drawing. A lady, at a professional business building, on the main floor, was pointed out to her that she hadn’t put a Christmas tree up yet. 

I woke up with the song, “I can see for miles and miles”

Bounce right back up

(From Jan. 30, 2015)

Seems like the 1800’s, Little House on the Prairie / Anne of Green Gables, style. A young girl (10?) is outside of a house, with a table vertical to the house, on the right. A boy has walked away, and (she runs after)

(From Feb. 12, 2015)

A man (Eric Pepin?) is in the house, sitting on the floor. He is showing us that / how he can pull up a person’s name on the SmartTV. He brings up a head shot of an autistic girl, whose name is Cass, with another female beside her. Cass is dangerous. 

It’s soon time to leave, and I mention to someone that the blinds need to be shut (over the glass doors) because it’s dark outside. 

Before Eric leaves, he gives me a hug. He comes to my chest area. We are both surprised at the difference, thinking we were about the same height. I mention that I’m amazed at this. 

I was in the drivers seat of Kyle’s (beat up) station wagon, in an enclosure. There was a boat in front of me, and a vehicle behind, blocking me in. I did see an opening though, behind the vehicle, so I went through. There was a small ditch, wide enough for one person, with water running through, which I was able to cross over. The tire went down, then bounced right back up. 

(From Feb. 13, 2015)

I’m in the garage, with a big black dog, ready to take off for when the police break down the door. 

Ali, and I, have to leave the house. I’m scared. It’s dark outside with some light coming in. On the floor, I see a black shadow, line, appear in the middle. 

Outside, I see two of the Siamese kittens, about a year old, with some lightly colored of Siamese colorings. The Siamese father is in the middle of them, as if watching over them. They look toward me, and their eyes turn white, I take a picture. 

Looking through her eyes 

(From Jan. 26, 2015)

Ali, to my left, was walking me through a rectangular shaped building. The floor was white tile with black grout. There were cafe tables along both sides, by the walls. The walls may have had greenery, not sure since I didn’t pay attention to them. Sitting at the tables were Arab men, watching us walk through. I didn’t know it was only for them, so I put my hands up in the air, as if to say, “c’est la vie”. 

(From Jan. 27, 2015)

Judy was working at a radio station, in the offices, which was rectangular shaped, horizontally. The door was in / near the bottom right corner. Her desk was facing another, up against it, on the left side of the rectangle. Her hair was (flat?) frosted over dark, and was about shoulder length. I was thinking how short she was, and that I never realized that when she wore her hair short, bleached, and fluffy (?), she looked taller. She was wearing dark jeans. 

She and a female coworker, also short, were standing over by the desks. This lady looked at the lady standing in the dark doorway, who had no expression. The lady they saw used to work with them. The first lady waved at the other, telling her to come in, but she didn’t move. I was the one looking through her eyes. 

Ali was sitting on a bag that had a lion inside. The lion was coming out. I asked the Angels, anyone to help because I was scared it was going to bite Ali. It didn’t. 

(From Jan. 29, 2015)

I’m on a stationary city bus, looking outside, and wondering what Carol (ex-coworker from D. I.), and others, are standing around for. Eventually I see another bus come, and they get in. 

It’s foggy outside, and the traffic is going usual speed. I’m worried that the driver is going too fast, for fear of not being able to see what’s ahead. 

(Ali’s dream)

A woman comes and steals my 10 pound weights, wanting to use them for exercising. She is dressed in sweats. As she walks away, with hands in the air, on the street, I run up to her, and violently grab the weights out of her hands. She is confused, and scared. I tell her, adamantly, that I’m going to wait right here until she understands that these are my things. There are people, of all ages, in the street watching. 

Robin Williams 

(From Feb. 24, 2015)

I’m in a flower shop when a guy, who had ridden his bike there, and had come in through the workshop / stockroom, asks me if Alex (name Ali gives to workers) is here. I tell him, no. He then goes to leave, and I notice flowers, in own bags, against the door to the back. 

There are white flowers (tulips?) laying on the floor of the workshop. The door, going to, had gone from a regular size, to a garage size. 

(From Feb. 22, 2015)

My body had slowed down, being infected. Ali told me that it’s a sign that he’s going to infect me, getting me pregnant, at 11 pm. I said something like, “Oh, really?”, not believing him. He then responded in the affirmative. Instead of going back and forth, I said okay, knowing he would be asleep at that time. 

Gwen Stefani, and her twin, were going to jump from some sort of moving platform, high in the sky, into (pool) water below. At first, I just saw Gwen , riding a horse. I was worried about the horse. The horse then changed into a cabriolet car. The (horse?) was gone, and her twin showed up. They were both singing. Her twin backed up to her. There were people watching, saying that she wasn’t going to make it, etc. I then told them to shut up until they jump before speaking again. 

(From Jan. 25, 2015)

A bunch cats. 

Robin Williams and his wife were married, but there was no relationship. He had lost all hope in life. 

I read a letter he wrote to me, stating how he had wanted to have a relationship with me. 

He was involved with a production, play(?), behind the scenes. At one point, he was in his dressing room. I urgently told several guys to go check on him, because I had a feeling he was going to harm himself. (This dream woke me up, and I wanted to cry for him. Writing this makes me want to cry.)