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. 

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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. 

Not Overflowing 

(From Jan. 23, 2015)

An older Mexican lady was staying in one of my parents rooms because she had cancer, and she still looked good. She had recently moved in. On all the walls she had blue ruffle curtains. There was a lady there lying next to her on the bed, and this Mexican lady laid her head on the right shoulder of the other. 

I was jealous, almost to where I could get depressed, of other people who have their own vehicle. Even poor black people had their own camper / trailer. I heard someone mention / tell me about my jobs, that I had left them. I wanted to say, except one. 

My right forearm was in a cast. When I was sitting, I could still see a little of stomach roll. 

My right thumb had an extra layer of nail, looked like acrylic, just above the bed. I pulled it off, slowly, and then blood started rising / coming to the surface, not stopping, but also not overflowing. 

(Ali’s dream)

The momma cat was outside, in front, and something was stopping her from coming through the gate to the backyard (she hasn’t been here for several days). 

(From Jan. 24, 2015)

(Ali’s dream)

He, and some other guys he grew up with, who have passed on, were taking a math test. There were certain steps to follow. Ali was the only one to get it. Something to do with 61, and 3. 

When Am I Going to Need This?

(From Jan. 20, 2014)

I overheard Judy complaining to someone about me. One of the things she said / accused me of, was that I laugh like my mom. A little later, I was near her, and my mom (?), and said, above a whisper, but but not regular, that I don’t laugh like her. She didn’t respond / acknowledge, so I don’t know if she heard. 

(From Jan. 21, 2014)

I was tagging / thinking of tags to use, on a post of the Beatles (with a black background), on tumblr. 

(From Jan. 22, 2014)

I was wanting to cross some railroad tracks, but trains were coming right to left, maybe both ways, with the headlight on. I may have been on a bike in a dirt area. I was having to wait for Travis, who was there in the dark. 

There was an Indian (India) girl / young woman, dressed in light blue, in the customary dress, walking right to left. She was about 20-30 yards away from me, and I was hiding / watching her to make sure of ?

I was in the / my restroom, using it, when mom tried / juggled the doorknob. Not being able to come in, she went through my room to come in. She said, “I shouldn’t have let you ?”

A man, with a bit of a soft belly, told me that he had wanted to date me, but didn’t because I was shining so bright. I told him he should’ve asked anyway. I couldn’t be with him now because I was with Ali, but I thought / considered it. 

I was in class, and this man is the teacher. We are learning how to put gas in the tank, before it gets installed in the car. I’m wondering why I’m learning this, when am I going to need this in life?

No Late Fees

(Last night, and night before, I asked how I can permanently stop menstruating)

Turning into evening. At grandma Fessler’s house, outside. Seems I am in a car, with a couple other people. We see her Waterford(?) crystal vases. She doesn’t want us to see them, but I tell her that we have seen them lots of times. She gets angry, swearing.

There is a pond out back. A couple of guys walk through, wearing waders. There may have been thrushes. There is a rusted swing set frame in the back of the pond that they are walking to. There are tons of gnats as they walk, getting in their face and lips. The gnats are less at the swing set frame.

To their right, when looking to the back, is Ben, standing, looking forward, being “taught” by a neighbor. There may have been a wall there, a couple of feet in front of him. The neighbor was sitting next to him on his right.

There are many ways to be connected. One way to die.

Grandma has pictures of the bottom of a gate / lock that is down by some water.

No late fees.

(From Sept. 17, 2014)

Before going to sleep, I see a person / child without fingers, or toes. I then see that the eyes are shut closed. I then figure that it’s a fetus.

Bombay wheels

(From Sept. 16, 2014)

(Night before I asked for the meaning of the barbed wire fence dream. )

We create our own pain.

I’m in a car with family, driving along a street from my teenage years. Seems there was snow. I see light blue tube lights hanging from the lampposts. Some are up high, and some are down lower.

(From Sept. 15, 2014)

I’m in a mall(?), and see a young woman wearing what looks like a white lace head covering. At first, I thought it was a hijab, but as I got closer, I realized it was her own covering.

(In the past, I have seen a picture of a horse with the middle of the body cropped out.) I see this horse going from left to right, with a child on top. Surprised, I think to myself that this animal is real.

Then along came a man, and woman, “skooching” along some fringy/ fluffy ottomans. The last one was pink.

I saw some palm plants for sale. Each one was colored royal / indigo blue, black, and white. I wanted the blue and black leaves. I went in to the Asian store, and told them what I wanted. I then see that they a pair of blue glasses have been brought out. I didn’t say anything.

I put them on to get them fitted. They are $.45, so I put a quarter and some nickels on the counter.

The person helping me then goes to help someone else, to my right. I tell myself that if a pair of black glasses are brought out, then I would speak up that I wanted the plants.

While I am waiting for the glasses to be brought back out, I go outside and I see lots of people from different ethnicities.

A young boy is by me, speaking with a Russian(?) accent. My dad is sitting nearby, perturbed that this boy wasn’t speaking proper English. I mention that I thought he said he needed help with his hands.

The Queen is Coming

I’m looking at an outside concert (Britney Spears?) audience. I see a small portion of barbed wire in the back. A young man is sitting on a couple of the barbs, leaning forward, so that you see his back.

He then straightens, pulling back a little. He had stuck the barbs, one on each side, in his groin area, the space between the top of his leg, and his privates. He screams, not from pain, but out of accomplishment. Nothing came out of the holes.

I am at a place where I work, and there are a couple of Brian’s (20 something, but still a child mentality) things that he needed to come back and get.

I am looking at tumblr. I see a gif post that has been blended using two separate ones. On the left, a young woman is standing at the top of a ladder, sprinkling, by hand, some “fairy” dust over another girl below, who is on the right side.

A man, behind a counter (was I shopping?), tells me that he likes the small lock (bracelet size) on the front of my sweats (where usually tie). I think I smiled, wanted to say that my boyfriend (Ali) gave the sweats to me, and the lock came with them.

A young woman is excited. She is talking about ? She is wearing a light / sky blue very formal dress / gown, as if she is royalty. I, or someone else, tells her that the queen is coming. She stops talking, with her mouth open still. I sense she is feeling a little worry / concern.

(Ali’s dream)

We go down to San Diego, around 5 / 6 in the evening. I wait at Starbucks while he goes to a mosque that some guys invited him to.

He gets there late (I’m just writing what he told me), during prayers. He gets in line, praying to the East, which is to the left. They have to pray four times, and he gets there at three, so has to do two on his own. When he finishes, he is facing South, straight ahead. This causes commotion.

Some guys ask him if he’ll help out with a guy who has been arrested. He says, no, that he doesn’t want to get involved. He later finds out that it was a setup.

He comes back to where I am, wanting to go back home. I suggest that we stay a little, relax, and have some passion tea.

(From Sept. 14, 2014

I angrily tell Micalanne, either to her face, or in her direction, that she’s an f-ing b.

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.

Stuck in Quicksand

On a bus with three rows of seats. The middle row is three, or four, seats wide. Amy is driving. The doors open, and water crashes through the opening.

There is a dirt path with chain link (?) fences on either side. The path is wide enough for two cars. I have parked some type of car somewhere along the path, going in opposite direction of another car that was parked. There were some cops who passed by, not worried about this, until one came, and gave me a ticket. I told him about the others who let me be, and that Larry (ex boss who is passed, in dream not remembering his last name), had even been through (he being a high-profile person).

Steve

Driving / riding (on same bus?) through downtown San Bernardino, and mentioning that the street we were on was dangerous.

(This gets interesting, and will do my best.)

A huge sphere, about two – story height, lands in someone’s house (a friend, boyfriend?). Where it lands, looks like a New York loft. It lands close to the windows. There is a line going around the middle, and is situated diagonally so that the higher side is on the left. Coming out of this line are electric blue energy streaks, with a slight wave / squiggle to them, hitting the floor.

I was with some people, and said I was going to go there because the owner had wanted to go back there to save his place (?).

I found myself standing in an elevator, with the doors stuck open, on the ground floor in this house, on the other side of this sphere, away from the windows. I could see the blue lines coming out of the sphere. I decided I had better step out if the elevator in case the doors were to close, and I not being able to get out.

There was a horse outside in the back, seen through the windows. It’s rear, to middle, was stuck in quicksand. One of the invaders (somewhat like Zorg?from Toy Story), from that sphere, standing behind, sent a blue mist / fog energy towards the horse to get it out. This being did so so that the horse could take it around town. I didn’t see, but had a knowing, that the horse had only walked around this house, and so that’s what it did.

A lady smoker had ended up in this house , somehow, across from the elevator. Another one of these beings, a female, had a cigarette, and slowly moved it toward the smoker, mesmerizing her, at her mouth level. This being was exchanging energy between the two, cigarette not reaching the lady’s mouth. There was again the blue mist / fog surrounding (just the cigarette, or the smoker’s body?).

All of a sudden, this lady went through the walls, to her right (she had been facing the windows), leaving outlines of her body. There was a long stretch that she went through.

I was with Greg, and other people, waiting out these intruders(?). I had a book I was looking through, coffee table size, with more width, and saw a picture of a person, in black, with a creature, having the same electric blue in /on it, resting on this persons head. I took the book over to show him.

Sometime during this, Greg and I were passionately kissing.

(From May 18, 2014 Ali’s Dream)

He was out in the garage working out, sitting on a workout bench. There were people with him, some of which were my family. I came out, dressed with blue sweats, red top with cut sleeves (like Rocky), and a red bandana around my head. I started giving orders, telling them to stop sitting around, and start walking. I was walking in circles as I was saying this. I then went inside the house, and came back out, and continued. Ali was wanting to hold me down, but decided against it. I told him that he also needs to walk. I mentioned something about not being able to do this / lose weight when old, so do it now.

(My 234th post)

Different Shoes

There were five girls wearing different shoes, but all were the same color of dark / royal blue. The color wasn’t solid, but looked as if could’ve been painted with a sponge. One pair were Dr. Marten’s ( the girl wearing was “humble”, can’t think of other word to use) and another pair were Mary Jane’s.

Man, with a mix of Asian in him, stopped his car (I was in passenger seat) at the bend of the road, several feet from the light instead of up at the line. The road slightly bent to the left.

It Isn’t Gone

(All parking lot scenarios are on same night)

Evening time, I park the car in a spot horizontal to a Stake Center, where I know I will find it later.

Whatever I came here for is over, and people are going out to their cars. I see several cousins from both of my uncle’s families. I see them individually, they not knowing the others are there. One of which is Jon. He sees me, but we don’t speak. I wish I had known these cousins were here so that I could gather them and take a picture.

I am in the parking lot. I see Jason with short bleached hair. There is another guy with him. I tell him it’s been a while since I’ve heard from him. They run away from me, needing to get somewhere, with Jason looking back, and smiling at me.

I don’t see the car. The space is empty, but I think to myself, “It isn’t gone, mom and dad have it. But if they have it, how did I drive it here? How did I get here?”

Beyond the lot is a small carnival going on. I notice it, not getting emotionally involved because I am more focused on the car.

I drive into a parking spot, making sure it’s a parking spot, and that I can park there. When I get out of the car, I see that instead of a parking spot, I’m parked between rows of parking spaces, even though I had checked first.

I drive into a parking spot, making sure it’s a parking spot, and that I can park there. When I get out, I see that I’m parked in a handicapped spot, even though, again, I had checked first.

Seems at one point, I was inside the building listening to the radio, and thinking it was ok to do so.

There is a lady in the passenger seat. (I don’t know why she’s there, don’t know who she is, but perhaps I’m taking her home?) We both have a small yellow square-shaped thing that has been placed on the floor behind us. I put my arm back, making sure hers, and mine, don’t get mingled.

As I’m driving out of the lot, I notice the people speeding out, and no one crashing. Jason(?) is in a royal blue car in front of me. I barely bump him because of not slowing down soon enough. I’m looking at the car, so I don’t notice if he registered it, or not.

It’s my turn to drive out of the lot. The cars on the street are speeding past. I speed out into the street without getting hit.

I’m with a handful of people, walking along the corridors of a senior center living center. The rooms are like an apartment. Colleen (Petersen?) walks in front of us, right to left, carrying a bag of dirty plates/dishes, just coming from a gathering of ? I think I say something to her as she passes, but she doesn’t say anything, only smiling, then opens a door and goes inside, shutting the door.

Somehow the group of us has gotten lost as to how to get outside. A worker points out a door by us just as we see it, and go outside.