Wanting My Attention

I’m in a building, in a class(?, don’t see anyone, but had a feeling), and I see half of a gold wedding band in front of me. Later, next day(?), I see two whole, and complete, bands.

I have an understanding that I am pregnant.

As I’m getting in the car, there is a Dalmatian, and a dachshund, running by me. The Dalmatian wants my attention. I use my hands, directing it boy/girl?, telling it to take the other dog home. The Dalmatian had been here before, with another dog, wanting my attention.

At one point, when I was pointing, to the right, my hand was down between(?) the dogs, and the Dalmatian snarled at me, though I didn’t feel terribly threatened.

I then see a couple of notes taped to the inside of the driver door, on the pocket. There is an additional note, from my mom, explaining that these other notes are from Kyle, and she had forgotten she had them.

As I took off my mom’s note, to read, I tore one of the other ones, diagonally, exposing, but not harming.

I am at my parent’s, deeply devastated at Kyle’s passing, wanting only to stay in bed.

Two men are having a conversation. One says to the other that the government is forgiving student loans (after graduating, implied).

A lady is under the impression that she has to live a painful life, so she sticks her tampons as high as they will go. She also has a semi-dirty house. I don’t say anything about the house, but I must’ve mentioned something about the pain, because I am showing her how to use a pad, since she has never used one before.

There are some men who heard about some wolves on this lady’s property, so they go out to hint them down. By the time they get out there, though, the wolves have already gone over a hill, and crossed over into someone else’s land. The men leave, leaving the other people to deal with the wolves, which doesn’t seem to bother them.

There is a hill in the back of this lady’s house, with trees, and bushes, and a light-colored wooden fence. These men start to walk up this hill, past the fence, when they decide to”hide” on the side of the path, under the trees, and bushes there.

An old, drunken man walks down, with another, younger man. They stop in front of these “hiding” men , which anyone who was paying attention, could see, and the older shoots the younger in the head, and walks on. These men can not believe what they just saw. They can not believe that this many ing here, is now dead. They all know that they are eyewitnesses, in case the old man denies it.

(Ali’s dream)

We are lying in bed, cuddling, and kissing, when some people come in with sick cats, and other animals. I become furiated / animated, telling them to take the animals outside, that they could cause allergies. Ali was not saying anything, and was surprised to see me like this.

(From Sept. 5, 2014)

Ernest Hemingway’s wife is in a convertible limo (their day), being driven by someone famous, enjoying the day.

I’m at someone’s house, in the evening, looking out front. I see that we are on the border of South Beach, Florida, which is a dangerous place.

(From Sept. 4, 2014)

Evening, outside, grassy, hilly area, and I see a big black bird (hawk / eagle size) flying toward me, but not at me. It then grasps, its left talons, a smaller black bird (crow / raven / rook, etc), with the head to the left. Several electric sparks come out of the smaller bird, on the left.

Ali is standing behind me, on my left, back a ways, so I turn, and point the birds out to him, telling him to look.

Acting Like Idiots

(From August 17, 2014)

I’m in a big room somewhere, where there are people involved in different activities. I see a tall ladder type, like for diving boards?, with a swing (similar to those used over water) hanging from the top. People in line are waiting for a girl to take her turn. She is not in line. Instead, she is singing. I go over to her to ask why she doesn’t go. She responds, “fear”, then continues singing. I start to ask another question, but see that it’s useless. I tell the people around her, wanting to help her, that she’s running away. I say this, indicating it’s up to them to help her, then walk away.

I see another group gathered, to watch two boys fight. I take it upon myself / feel it is my duty to go stop them. Kneeling, I separate them, and tell them, “You’re idiots. No, let me rephrase that. You’re acting like idiots.” As I say this, they calm down, and start to become happy again. I walk away.

I’m walking through some dark water. Some baby piranha’s(?) come attack my legs, wanting to hurt me(?), but they don’t. I am looking for a tiny white dog I brought, but am not finding it.

(From Aug. 14, 2014)

Something about / with a horse.

I’m watching tv, situated up in the corner, like in a hospital. Bill Gates is saying something about how to take care of the earth, which is correct, but he didn’t believe in what he was saying. I mentioned this to those who are there with me. He is wearing a black knit(?) sweater with a small stroke of orange on the inside of his left arm, by elbow, and a small stroke of red on his right arm, on his forearm. The background is black, and his face looks as if seeing him through a black filter.

There are some guys who finished a schooling program, who Bill is responsible for. I see him hugging, congratulating, and talking with one of the guys.

The table is set for some visitors. Mom is still in the kitchen preparing the food. I am watching tv, again high on wall, and doing something while watching. Mom asks me when I’m going to pour the water. I was eventually going to do it, but it wasn’t as important. Keeping my eyes on the tv as I get up, I go to pour the water.

(Ali’s dream)

He is running through tall bushes, grass, on a path that only he knows. People are chasing him. Ziggy Marley shows up along the way, jamming with some people, and asks Ali to come join. Ziggy says he likes Ali’s music. Ali says no, and keeps running. The people are getting closer, then Ali starts to fly.

(From Aug. 11, 2014 Ali’s dream)

We are in Africa, at an uncle’s house. He is talking to his aunt. He says he brought me with him. His female cousin comes out, asking why I was there. He knew something was going to happen, so we ran.

(From Aug. 8/9, 2014 Ali’s dream)

We had gone to Sam’s on Black Friday, getting there around noon. I was going to get one thing, and he, another. I had wanted to get there before that day to see what was there. I would stand by what we wanted, a tv, and he would get a printer, and some other things.

Still Needs To Be Paid For

Something about living by a tree, not in a house, and needing to use the bathroom. I was seeing another tree, looking like a Dragon Blood tree, a bit to my left(?), and forward a little. I was sure there was a toilet by / under it, but all I could see was a car parked a length in front of it.

(The rest of these are all in the evening / dark)

Kyle was inside a dumpster, scavenging. His clothes were filthy. I was standing away from him a bit, and was disgusted by him doing that.

I was lying on a couch out/inside (think it may have been out, then went in). From a (short) distance away from my feet, I saw what looked to be a meerkat. It started to come over towards me, a (short) distance from the couch, dipping underground every once in a while. It stopped about the middle of the couch area. It was dark where it was, so I used the flashlight on the iPod to shine a light on it. It then had the markings of a lynx. It sat there for a bit, then came over to the couch, sitting at my feet. I don’t remember if I did anything.

I drove Ali to a bank. It was a dark wooden building, in a small u-shaped shopping center. There were a lot of vehicles parked. I could see Ali, talking to someone, through the big windows.

I was parked up by the sidewalk, but wanted to back up in the spot behind me, over to the right a couple of spots. I went backwards past a couple of cars, truck & Cadillac, both grey, then backed into the spot.

Ali came out, and started to open the door, but wasn’t able to open it all the way because there was a white big rig parked close next to us, at an angle so as to keep the door from opening.

I decided to then back up the car so he could get in. As I started to back up, the car kept going, fast (10 – 20 mph?). I had the brake down, but it wasn’t working. I kept saying, to the car, to stop, getting louder each time, to where I was almost yelling. I ended up going out of the lot, hoping not to get hit, as a car, another Cadillac, was close to coming in.

I ended up somewhere where I could go in circles, and let the car do it’s thing.

Ali, and I, are walking up a short / small hill outside of some businesses. I don’t see him, but know he’s there. I see Mindy, before she was married, walking down the small ramp by us. I then see a woman coming back up, thinking it was Mindy again, but she had on a black bandana on / around her face.

She stepped in some moist, black, dog poop. She didn’t get upset. She brought up her foot, and getting it off by flipping it somehow. The underside was dry, looking like it had pebbles, or cat litter.

She went to the owner of the business where we were standing in front of, who came out, and picked it up. The owner then asked this lady a question about it.

Before moving on, I see a young (Hispanic?) family standing in front of us, couple steps away. They had a young girl (6-8), crying, who had her right eye poked by something there. She told her parents, as she was calming down, that this thing wanted her to go to heaven.

Ali was sitting in a black Victorian(?) wheelchair, with the scrolls, and “waves” on the side. He wanted me to push him, but I c/wouldn’t. I was starting to open a door, and had a stroller (like the type little girls have, not the big ones) with a baby in it.

We were inside a restaurant. I was sitting at a round wood table. There was a young family seated to my left, and back a little. Their table, and chairs, were lifted a bit. In front of this family, and to my left, in front a bit, was the bar.

After this family ate, one of the bartenders, with long black wavy / curly hair, inside the bar area, leaning back, told the husband not to worry about it, that it was taken care of. I was under the impression that the father may be an employee there.

I was finishing my food, kinda moving it around. It was on a white plate, bit bigger than a charger. I then looked up, and saw Ali, walking in front of the bar, from left to right. He had a plate in his hand. He placed it in the sink in the bar area. He then saw, or he stood there a couple of seconds before an old (from the past, not age), dark black, tall, with long hair, female student saw him. He perked up, and said hello. They talked for a minute, or two(?).

He then walked over towards me, big bouquet in hand. He was skinny, almost gaunt / homeless looking, with grey stubble. There was a man standing by the table, back to me, so he couldn’t / didn’t come closer to me.

I asked him, incredulously, “You ate?” He responded, with a hint of urgency, and loud enough for those close by to hear, that there was a twist(?) to it. He wanted me to get up, and follow him. I told him that my food still needed to be paid for.

Trunk, and 1947

I’m in a small living room, loft / studio like, with a cabin feel. Mark is here, mom, and some others. I have gotten sick (strep?), and so have been sleeping in my parents bed. I haven’t notified my teachers about me missing class. Every so often, I wake, and look at the clock on the wall. It’s about quarter to 8, but I’m thinking it’s close to 3 (I had to think about this when I was writing). I get up so I can shower, and go to class, even with me still very sick.

Outside of the bathroom, which doesn’t have a door, to the left, is a glossy, dark wood bench. The door to outside may be to the left of it. It has a tall back, with writing on it, in big letters. On the first line, I see the word “TRUNK”. On the second line, I see 1947.

The couch is to the right of the bathroom, so no one can / will see inside.

In the bathroom, I see my mom’s short blue razor on the built-in top shelf of the shower. I think I’m looking for mine, or looking for a place to put mine.

Mom has some socks / knee hi’s, blue and pink, chalk colored, lying on the open shower drain. They get sucked in, or some do. I don’t say anything. It happens again, pull some out, and tell my mom not to put those there / not to do that, and she’ll need to wash them again.

Still Waiting

I have spent the day with Mitt Romney’s family, and now they are having an event / party. Michelle Obama is there. I see her profile, her looking towards my right side. As I get up closer to her, (she turns so that) I can see more of her from the front.

I am on the phone with a black man, mostly listening to him. At one point, he stops talking. I want to ask someone / make sure how he’s related.

I’m where there are public showers, having their own stall. There are two in front that horizontal, hiding the four in back. There are two mirrors in front of them being used by two girls putting their makeup on.

All the stalls are being used. I see me, and another girl, who still needs a shower. I want to rush in before she can, when possible.

The girls are taking their time, getting dressed, and whatever else, in the stalls. The second to last, on the right side, I don’t see anyone, so I ask if I can use it. I then see that the girl is still there, and sitting on the wooden seat.

I sit between the two horizontal showers, and with disgust, and hope / helplessness, I mention to these two girls that I still need a shower / still waiting.

Staying Aware

A tall, dark, towering, menacing, but enticing, cartoon building springs up. Once inside, though, everything is real. There are tons of activities to keep people busy, and not leave. They can leave, but they would need to want to leave, by keeping / staying aware. The workers didn’t always enjoy their work, feeling tired a lot of the time, and thought this was how it is / was supposed to be.

I’m standing outside, in front of this building, wondering where some black friends are that I was supposed to meet up with. I see them the next day, in front of this building. They tell me that as they were driving past, this building enticed them in, staying all night, and then sleeping there.

When I get inside, I had become a worker. I saw one floor which was set apart for gambling, but did not see any of the others.

On the employee floor, I see two female workers, standing next to each other, in a corner. Employees wear vests, and the color changes according to their position / level. The vests on these girls turned from the entry color (don’t remember), to pink (hems were a bit darker), to brown. This signified the passing of time. A girl stood to my right, and I asked her what was next. She pointed to an older lady (50’s / 60’s) who was walking from left to right, to go between us, and those other girls. This woman was a manager, and a bit on the gruff side.

There were some young light skin black boys, of varying ages, doing “wrong” things. The punishment was to be hosed. One of the younger ones (8 / 9) got caught, and it was my duty to hose him. The leader, who taught these boys to do these things, was there. He looked akin to Terence Howard, I think. I decided, instead of the boy who was caught, getting hosed, the leader should be the one. As I was deciding this, he left, no one knowing where to.

There was a big square space, made of tile, on the floor. (The size of a dance platform?) There was about an inch, or two, of water covering it. I was sliding back, and forth, having fun. We weren’t supposed to be doing this (sliding, or having fun?). A girl worker was there watching me, standing outside the square, not saying anything, but enjoying watching me.

I am with a couple of the girls, and we are watching a tall, blonde, woman anxiously going from the middle of the open area / hallway, to a room on the left. She would only go just inside the door, and would pick up, and look at, a small white plastic thing, then put it down, and go back to where she was. These girls were teasing, about her, that she was looking at this thing as if it was a pregnancy test.

(From yesterday(?) that I forgot)

I wanted to color my hair black, and so used a relaxer. As I was wringing out my hair, only a tiny portion stayed on my hair.

Getting the Message

A well dressed man, standing behind a piano, “playing”, but not really. He wasn’t using the keys, but a bellows type thing, but not, on the left side (as I look at him from the other end). He is looking at me with a touch of frantic on his face, hoping I would get the message.

Man stirring milk and o. j. together.

I’m at an airport, sitting in a chair, looking out the window, watching a plane land. After it comes to a stop, someone to my right says to me, “Come on”, so I go.

(Ali’s dream)

I am telling my family, mostly females, not to eat a brown looking food, that it isn’t good for them. Ali is also there, but I don’t mention this to him.

(From Aug. 3, 2014)

Greg, and I, are in a cultural hall(?), by ourselves, in the evening, when we hear a male voice. We then see a teenage guy with a huge Darth Vader helmet on, like in Spaceballs. We then hurry up to the stage, hiding behind a basketball board, moving to the opening on the side to see. His younger brother is also there, but is more in the background. Another guy comes in, we moving back when he comes in. We hear them talking about doing something criminal. Greg had previously learned he could turn into a wolf, so he slightly jumped, staying behind the board, making sure he still can transform. He does, becoming a black wolf, his body becoming total flat. I hide behind the curtains. The other wolves will be here within the hour to help stop these guys.

Ranch

(From July 31, 2013)

I’m at a ranch(?) with a big pond, some animals (didn’t see them, but saw where they stay at night). There are a lot of people there, as if a camp. I see a guy in the pond without clothes, but don’t see anything. He was nude in the pond because it was an action step toward a goal (sort of like an initiation) he was going for. Around the pond, there was a group of women , of a spiritual type, that were chanting(?), singing, and would jog around the pond, stopping for a bit after making a round. I was wondering whether to join them, or go to a class up at the building. As I was wondering, I saw my mom join them. She was thin, and flexible. I figured that if she were there, I could join them also. I went over and asked what she was doing here, but I don’t remember her answer. I then see a little girl talking to the naked guy, who is out of the water and dressed now, wanting to take him to show him her ranch (this is when I see the fencing/pens for the different animals).

Trample

(I only remember snippets.)

I had woken from a nap, and then was at a (dept?) store, but before going in, I told Ali that they were going to trample me (from excitement to see me; I came to show that I was (about 7 months) pregnant).

I was with my family, getting ready for church. My dad then said they weren’t going. I got upset, said I was still going, and continued to get ready. Something either happened, or was said, that calmed me down, and we eventually didn’t make it to church (why?)

I was somewhere where there were family events going on. Darrel Sheets was there with his son (but he was around 10). When Darrell wanted to change his clothes, he would go into a bucket, melt like wax, then come back out. The last time he did it, his right eye was a bit droopy. Megan Snider (I knew from church) was there, and one of her sisters commented that she makes so much money within a week.

I was in (I think) the Middle East with my mom. We were watching tv outside with other people, and the women on the tv started wearing skimpy clothes. My mom then wanted to leave. Before we left, I saw a fat lady, where we were, wearing that yellow, outstretched rubber band looking thing that Sacha Baron Cohen wore in Borat, but hers was flesh colored.

Gone

I was outside, on the left side of the house, walking from back to front. As I was walking, I noticed that the neighbor’s house, and everything, was gone. it was just a plot of land. As I kept walking to the front, everything else in the neighborhood, on the left, was gone so that all I saw was sand all the way to the horizon.

Next, George (my cousin-in-law), was teaching. He kept walking all around. I had a loooonnnggg afghan (long enough for 2 – 3 couches; I used to crochet) that he had gotten hold of the other end, and put his face through one of the holes. I was lying, or sitting, down at the bottom in front. At the end of class, he told everyone to write down a couple things that he had said, and turn it in. I had taken notes, and commented to someone that he had said not to screw anyone (have sex). I got up, and was standing behind him, and asked how old his son is. 16. Did he have his permit yet? Yes. (I think he’s actually around 17.) I then went to leave, and as I did, I noticed that there was dirt with spiders, and different other insects where I had been during class. One of them was a sloth spider (looked it up, no such thing, except on Star Wars), and another was a three-legged spider (like the Can-Am Spyder Roadster, but with the one leg in front, and the two legs in back). The sloth spider was in a hole, on top of a blue bendable wrestler(?) toy (which had life to it), and put it’s mouth to the toy’s neck. I was thinking that I wasn’t sure if the venom would affect this toy, since it was just a toy. As I got to the door, I noticed two animals on a shelf(?) sleeping, and wondered if they had been affected by this (what?).  I wish I could remember what they were. Something small like a porcupine, no needles, but not a porcupine.