Always stay ahead 

(From April 29, 2015 First flying dream)

I have begun flying, but at first not sure if I should / can. There are people / animals crossing a lake / ocean, crossing on the ground, having an ice tunnel cover them as they go. I am flying to the left of them. I touch, with my hand, the ice. It has a different / interesting / weird feeling to it. There are dolphins swimming ahead of this tunnel. The tunnel gets close to them, but they always stay ahead. 

I don’t look up, knowing that I shouldn’t, and that the dolphins will let me know when. There is a mountain that we’re getting close to, and I know the dolphins will let me know / won’t let me down. 

(From May 3, 2015)
I’m in a car, with family, being driven up a steep hill, in the evening. It’s so steep, I feel as if the car is going to topple over. I’m amazed that people would live here. I’m thinking that they most likely do all, or the majority, of their shopping in one day. Do their brakes wear out faster? I’m also thinking about the workers who built these houses, and the equipment they had to bring up. 

We are going to a church member’s house because there is to be a party there. Their house is just a regular house. The party is outside. The family stays inside, not coming out, doing their own thing. We are the only ones there. I think / say that perhaps others don’t come because this family always stay inside. 

Travis kisses me for several seconds. It feels good, even though I’m still with Ali. 

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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.)

I Didn’t Want To See 

(From Feb. 15, 2015 Ali’s dream)

Someone, renting from us, who was burning incense. I told them to leave, and told Ali, “I knew we shouldn’t have rented to them.”

(From Feb. 16, 2015)

I had bleeding legs from shaving to hard. 

I was inside a building, with separate rooms, for bands to come and give small concerts. The first room I was in was for KISS. They weren’t out / on stage yet, but everything was set up for them, and there were 4 microphones next to each other. Someone was speaking over the speakers talking about how the group came together. 

I then went into a room with Fall Out Boy. The singer was yelling the lyrics, and was almost laying down, propped up on something with his left arm, facing up. There were 20-somethings there, sitting as if in a living room, comfortable. 

It was known that sex happened among the audience. I didn’t see any happening, but left because I didn’t want to see. I went back to the room with KISS. 

(From Feb. 19, 2015)

Women were coming out of a building, not sure if it was a church, but they were dressed as such. I asked Amy, “Is that it?”, thinking there was more. 

As I was walking along one of the sidewalks, there was a brown pit bull / boxer. Some may have thought he looked scary, but he wasn’t to me. I then saw several black dogs on the other side of him. They were all happy, and doing dog stuff. I pointed out the brown one to Amy. There was also a lady with long brown hair. A Native American?

Amy was then going to drive us home. She was not on the road though, but on top of a craggy hill. She was waiting for a man to move out of a certain place / area so that she could go that way. 

He moved after us waiting several seconds. As we started to descend, I think I asked if she was sure about this, and if she knew what she was doing. We were always pointed down. The last I saw, after going over / past a ledge, the side of the hill went further in, which I think caused the car to start falling, back end starting / coming up and over. 

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 One Wants Me

(From Dec. 2014)

I was in the top of a 14 story building. Don’t recall if it was for working, or living. I was worried to be there because what could happen if there was an earthquake? The building was swaying left to right, and no one was bothered by it, nothing moving around. As it kept swaying, small at first, then gradually bigger, the top would bend down until it finally almost touched the ground, like a slinky. At that point, I jumped out, also worried in case the building would suddenly stop, and break.

(From Nov. 20, 2014)

(Night before I asked why I was called “The Mother” in a previous dream)

Mark had given me a heavy duty white truck with a long bed. Later, I came out of the house, driveway to the left, saying, out loud, that I need security. The truck was backed in. As I rounded the front to the driver door, I saw a hand resting on the bed, coming from inside, behind the driver side. I wasn’t concerned. I finally saw that it was Mark.

After I had gotten in, he came inside through the back windows somehow.

I was driving to the end of a road, wanting to turn right. The scene looked as if in the mountains. There were motorcyclists, regular looking people, riding on the street, from left to right, that I wanted to go on. There was a white SUV (Volvo?) which came before them, with a smaller white car in between. There was a street across, on the other side, and to the left a little, going uphill. These motorcyclists stopped for some reason, and looked up at that street, as if in anticipation of someone coming down.

There was just enough space between the curb, with the white line, and the front/first motorcycle by me to go through, so I did.

When I got on the street after turning, I was now walking on a dirt road behind some ladies from church. One of them said something about Becky wanting to win the lottery. I said that I would like that. They didn’t respond / acknowledge that I had spoken. I sheepishly then thought that perhaps they were talking about someone else.

I then found myself starting to fall, holding on to the vines that grow out of the side of the mountains. I was saying out loud, “No one wants me”, saying it several times. No one paid attention to me, but I think Mark may have finally come over to help me.

What Is, Is

My top left tooth, next to my “fang”, came out. I was initially worried about someone (Ali?) seeing me this way, assuming this was the start of losing my teeth from getting older, but soon shrugged it off, thinking, what is, is.

(From Nov. 14, 2014 Ali’s dream)

He opened the door, to go out to do something. I told him to close it, because people steal. I kept after him to be more aware of security. He said he was only going to be a couple of minutes.

When he got back, most of his things were gone. I kept reminding him of what I had told him.

We walked for about a mile when we found his things in a corner bush. We took it all back home, then I told him to bring his guitar to Universal Studios with us.

We had been there for a while, half a day(?), when he wanted to go back home. I wanted to stay, and was telling him that I could drive in the dark.

(From Nov. 13, 2014)

A man was standing on a platform / plank, overseeing a big pond / small lake, that was a bit milky looking. He was pointing to it, and telling others, with him, that this is where the power comes from (for the city / town).

(From Nov. 12, 2014)

I went to Wal-Mart to look for something (don’t remember what), but they didn’t have it. There was a tall black man there with two young sons / boys. Wal-Mart was built so that each department had its own section, like Victoria’s Secret, and the sections were diagonal, going from left to right.

(From Nov. 11, 2014)

I had white, edible worms, mixed with mud / dirt, stuck to my right hand / palm, holding them for Briana. After a while, I couldn’t handle them on me anymore, so I scraped them off, telling her that I did

I was walking with a young Steve (9 / 10?). We crossed a street as a red luxury sports car was waiting to turn right (his). After we crossed, I realized that he was taking us back to our old home we lived in during the 80’s. I told him that mom didn’t live there anymore. He got upset as I turned him around, and I may even have had to pick him up so we could go in a different direction.

(From Nov. 10, 2014)

Watching the Simpsons with a child(?), and realizing that it’s a rerun of the last episode, so I mention it.

I’m about to cut my hair, raising the middle part above my head, but decided against it because it would have been to short for Ali. Seems I may have had a thick pink line going across my hair, about the area above my ears.

Someone is showing us the positions of everyone from the recently / previously ended war, using planes and such.

Ali asks if he should buy the “peacock” house (because the people who lived there had one). Thinking that I would, I told him that it was up to him.

(From Nov. 9, 2014)

I’m at a bus station. Amy, and Micalanne, are there also. Mic came separately. I think Amy and I came together. We’re going to our parents house, at least I think Mic is going also. I didn’t ask.

Everyone has to lay out their things first, upon arrival. I did, and after I pack it all back up, wish I hadn’t, as I keep looking over everything still out, making sure I got all my stuff back.

I don’t buy a ticket, deciding to wait for the bus to arrive. It does, and people get on, including Amy. Before going to buy the ticket, I ask a man (driver / worker) if there’s a seat left / any room. He says out loud, for everyone to hear, that it’s full (but uses a different word). Upon hearing this, I become worried that I don’t / won’t have money for a ticket, but then remembered that mom had given me $60.

I’m wondering when the next bus leaves, and so ask Mic when she’s going. She says her bus doesn’t get there until 2 a.m. I incredulously repeat the time.

(From Nov. 8, 2014)

I was at a store, and returned the ends of a loaf of bread, in the bag, for a refund. I was surprised that they gave me the full amount, and not just the amount for the ends.

Ali is outside, sitting on something, about waist-high. He is 6’4″, and built. Not too much, but enough to notice.

Briana was at a friend’s house for Christmas, with her daughters, but not husband. The friends had two trees in the same room, near each other, at an angle. This room was huge. As I was watching the girls have fun, I was thinking that at least they had room to move.

Briana was attempting to take pictures of the trees, with her daughters in the, but there was a ray / glare of sun shining through in front of the trees, so she couldn’t get a good picture.

There was a man on the phone, wanting to talk to the youngest daughter, people saying that it’s her dad, but she wouldn’t talk. The man on the phone is a tall man, with some extra weight. Her dad isn’t so tall, and is thin (last I knew).

The Mother

I am standing between benches, turned toward the back, in the chapel of the church, on the right side, speaking with someone. I am wearing an empire waist dress, blue / sea green(?) coloring, maybe some tiny flowers(?). My hair is dark brown / black, but looks natural. I have added some pounds (10-15/20).

A tall, big man walks in at the back. He sees me, and walks to the left toward a lady, to ask about me. Jovially / happily, she says, “Oh, the Mother”, and brings him to me, which by now I’m near the front on the left side, and introduces him to me. He reminds me of Kyle, intriguing me. I tell him, yes, I am a mother, thinking about my two children, thus the weight. Later on, though, I realize / tell myself that I don’t have any children.

This man has a Polish last name, with the weird spelling. He is funny, having previously been on SNL. His singing is beautiful, to almost being of an operatic quality, seeing him sitting where the choir sits, in the top row.

At one point, I am walking through a hallway, in the church, with him, and others, behind me. I’m having a bit of a difficult time walking, but not struggling, with a smile on my face when I look back.

There are some cards with names inside. Don’t know what for. I see mine, and the big guys together, mine having his last name. A man says it’s because he always sees us together.

I’m sitting outside, by a round table with an umbrella(?), watching two dark black bald men, who are about 20 yards away, get situated. I’m wondering what the big guy would say / do if he saw me looking, but also thinking it wouldn’t bother him too much.

I had put a sleeping bag outside, in the back, but forgot about it. Next thing I know, it’s raining, and Steve, as a young boy (11?), is in it. A church leader, who isn’t physically there, but can see him, asked how he is doing. Steve responded that he is fine, except for the fact that he can’t feel his fingers / hands, and toes / feet. He then covers himself. There is a small grave next to him, with something buried.

There is a line of Asian men, wearing black suits, holding red umbrellas, on the side of a mountain. I only see the faces of the first couple of them, as I see them from above. I don’t know where they came from, where they are going, or how many there are, as I assume that they go around the corner.

(From Oct. 26, 2014)

A tall, big man, who likes me, and wants to get involved, picked me up so that my back was against his left arm, and my legs over his right.

I’m worried about him being able to hold my weight, but then concluded that he could because of his stature.

(From Oct. 25, 2014)

I’m outside, taking a test. My teacher is Bishop Powers. He is enjoying the day, and is enjoying it so much, that he becomes overheated, and needs to lie down on a table. I mention to him, “I thought you had learned from last time”, or something to that effect.

While taking the test, we were able to freely converse with each other. I was one of the last two to finish. The test papers were more like a thin book stapled(?) together, and the pages were of varying shapes, sizes, and maybe colors. The questions themselves also weren’t thought out well. One of the last ones wanted me to put in order several animals, stacked upon each other, which included a hummingbird, turtle, and a cat. The longer I looked at this, more animals seemed to show up.

A guy appeared, as I was finishing, who sat as close to me as he could, on the right side, in an affectionate way. He looked a combination of Eddie Vedder, and a 7th grade t.a. We had taken a previous class together, and knew each other from that, but didn’t do anything outside of that class.

He told me he was from Provo, Utah, and he was what is known / called “Nu Essence”. He then took out, from his right pants pocket, what looked like a small jewelry box, and then got on the ground next to me, facing me. He said he was what was called “Level(?)”, which I might have heard of / about. I told him no, I hadn’t. He then started to explain. (I woke as he was doing so.)

As he was on the ground, I assumed that he was going to ask me to marry him. I was thinking I would tell him that we hardly know each other, but I was considering saying yes. I was also going to tell him that I would give him an answer the next day, as I needed to discuss this with Ali.

(From Oct. 24, 2014)

Ali was gone for several days, for something, and my dad was here with me. Shortly after going to bed, the alarm went off. I went to check it out, and by the time I got to it, it was turned off, and a guy from church in Moreno Valley was there. He came because some of the floor, in the kitchen(?), needed to be removed and replaced. I saw water underneath the house. He then left, but I told him the floor needed to be fixed, and he said it would be. Another guy, also from church in Moreno Valley, showed up to fix it.

The alarm was in a closet, and I saw writing, in black ink, written by a lady. Ali had smudged some of it, maybe so I couldn’t read it?

We had a large round, globe sized, chandelier, and two men were fixing the lights / lighting.

I was reading, in a newspaper(?), “The life you are to have will be”, or something along those lines.

Dad asked about death, if whether now, or at the end life, or both. I said both.

(From Oct. 23, 2014)

A female is parked in a white car, backed up. Not in a lot, but more like under an empty overpass. I don’t see her. She is frantic, on the phone to 911. She is telling the operator that a man is coming after her. The operator knows about this man.

The man, in a car, backs up to her car, speeding, crunching hers, then takes off.

I’m standing on the passenger side, by the back, a ways back. I see her falling out in two, but she is not a body, but more like two burnt circles. I think someone comes with something to cover her.

Black family, mostly women in their 50’s / 60’s, leave church early, as one of them is in a wheelchair, and they don’t want the other people to get in the way.

David Bowie is there, dressed warmly in a dark sweater. I ask him if Iman is ok with him being Mormon. He acknowledges yes.

We (including?) are at Oprah’s house, looking at her collectibles collection. She has some life-sized statues from different movies. She also has some things of Einstein.

I am riding in a rail train, with no top, with somebody else, inside this room. Looking down, I mention that the rail isn’t there, but then I see it.

I’m in Alan Alda’s bedroom, standing at the end, to the left (if on the bed). I think there might also be an orangey cat.

Alan is on the right side of the bed. He has on those square glasses with the big black frames. He is wearing striped pajamas, but I see that they are see through, and see what looks like white shorts underneath.

His wife is next to him, sitting up, with shorts on. She is skinny, so much so, that I can see a bone sticking out of her left leg, up by the hips. She has really short hair, and I wonder if she is gay. There are several different colored striped pajamas on the end of the bed between them.

Alan puts his arm over her stomach / chest area, bringing her down, wanting to get frisky with her. She mentions that I am there. I know they do other things, read, when I’m not there.

(Didn’t realize I had so much to write.)

Delivery Went Well

I go back in time with a young woman, back to her house. I noticed a silver magnet on the fridge, worn by time. I can see that it says, “Blondes are (more?) intelligent / smart.”

In another room, she is standing next to a lady, who is sitting, and has makeup on. She is looking at me, intently, and I’m thinking that she looks like another woman.

(Ali’s dream)

We are walking, and see different colored flowers. I point one out, and he says that it is crumpled, and dying. He then sees a red one, and brings it to me, telling me he can give me more. I tell him one is enough, and that I don’t need anymore.

(From Oct. 4, 2014)

I see actresses, from one, or several, soap operas, together for a program on TV. They are sitting on white stadium like seating, but can only see from the chest up. They each in turn come to a microphone, and talk about themselves. One lady, wearing white, as she is walking back to her seat, looks at the camera, and mouths, “I love you”, while her body is facing to the left. She is buxom, as if she has implants.

The ladies are then having fun with one of the others, brunette, sitting up top. They are mentioning that the dancers were able to do their routine with no problems, but when this actress comes forward, she stumbled.

Another lady, wearing white, blonde, comes to the microphone, and is pregnant. She starts by saying that her water has / had broke(n), then starts to talk about herself when she stops, grabs her belly, slightly. There are firefighters lined up in a row to the left of the seats, who immediately get into action.

One of them either left, and came back, or had received a call, saying that she is fine, and the delivery went well.

He also has his young son there, who is tall like a man, and is wearing a suit. The firefighter, and someone else, are mentioning that the son isn’t allowed to get married until he is 18, 21.

The father, and son are then on the floor, on their stomachs, holding on to a bar of gold, slowly sliding it, to pick it up.

The lady who had the baby, is in a room, telling someone that she didn’t want to say who her doctor was (my mom’s), because he is strict / unfeeling (which he isn’t). Instead, she wants a Dr. Dotr.

Not sure if she morphs into my grandma next, or if it’s a different dream. My grandma (paternal) has swollen up (she was about my height, and thin), and I see the beginnings of sores on her legs. I mention to someone, I think, that they look like someone else’s.

(Ali’s dream)

The leader of Somalia is attempting to kill Ali. He has people flying over, dropping bombs. Ali then starts flying, shooting the planes down with a machine gun. The people are surprised that he can fly, that he has that ability. I tell them / affirm that he does.

(From Oct. 3, 2014)

(Earlier in the day, I was reading about seeing silver in the aura. Silver coins were mentioned, to tap into this.)

I see an ad, black background with white lettering, about someone giving away(?) silver coins. A guy, and girl, who were with me, outside, started walking. She has a backpack because the distance is a ways. I am frustrated with Ali for not letting me go. I then tell myself, “Joy, and love.” (That I should have it towards him.

I look at the ad again, and notice the last line, which you had to look to see because it was also black, mentioned that the person was in a big White House, and to look for it.

(From Oct. 2, 2014)

A guy, working for UPS delivering packages, has to drive a beat up small car, like a Mazda 2, for punishment for doing something he shouldn’t have. My dad, and I, are with him, sitting in the back, with me behind him.

There is something huge on fire, on the top of Chichen Itza’s El Castillo pyramid. It may have been struck from above. There are lots of people on the pyramid, who are now scrambling down. There are bars on either side of the steps, which also caught on fire. A man, after getting to the bottom, touches the bar to make sure it had cooled off.

Don’t Lose The Baby

I’m in the passenger side of a car. My dad is in back, needing to come up front, waiting for me to move, but I don’t. He ends up front anyhow. Somehow I have the brake pedal on my side.

My dad drives fast, and I am amazed that I am able to slow the car down as he turns corners (right).

We have come to a small hill, with a road on top. We wait for the cars to pass before driving up / joining them.

Marie Osmond

I have two plastic pieces to put together, but don’t have the substance to / that hold(s) them together. A lady tells me I can buy what I need cheaply. I calmly respond, “Or buy what works”, implying that cost doesn’t matter. She is stunned / shocked that I would say that.

I’m in a van / bus / RV, with other people. We are waiting for something. I have someone’s baby (6 months?). I’m letting it crawl around. A lady tells me not to lose the baby.

Some of the people are standing, speaking Arabic. Sowin is across from me, on the other side of these people. He is Iranian, but understands Arabic. He is listening, but not participating, with his head slightly down.

It is Ramadan month. I, along with the other women, who are Muslim, have plastic wrap around our heads, like when a robber puts on a stocking. I’m still able to breathe. We are strictly not allowed to poke any hole(s), or danger will come to us. Even still, I want to poke a pinhole in between my slightly parted lips.

I have a knowing that everyone has to walk through a tunnel, as is done during this period, women having to wear the plastic. They are allowed to remove it when they reach the other side. I’m amazed that these women are able to do this. I don’t see the tunnel, so don’t know how long it is.

Some of the men are discussing how / that they hate / dislike praying in that room because there is no room to maneuver / move.

As I am waking up, I see myself crying because I have “lost” my baby.

The name Kamar comes to mind.

Ali is picking up his grey hoodie that he had had sized for him. One of the ladies / the lady had stitched something on the top of the flap of fabric that is inside by the zipper, as a memory of his lost baby / son.

Nothing Is There

(Night before, I asked if we come from different planets, before birth.)

The bathroom is in the hallway, and I see the door open. I walk over to use it. I see that Judy is on the toilet, straight in front of me. She doesn’t see me. I think it odd / strange that she would have / leave the door open.

After a bit, I then see two guys messing around in the shower (nude?). The tub is filled with water, the floor is flooded, all of the hall carpet is soaked.

There are other 20-somethings in the other room. They are all here to party with Judy. One girl, slouching back against the couch, has her breasts covered, but the rest of her is naked. I tell them all to leave, and for the girl to cover herself / put something on.

I then see them outside the window, lowering themselves, using a mountain climbers rope / equipment.

I see them again in another part of the house(?), where there are chairs, and a stage. There are a handful of people in the chairs, watching these people up on the stage, who are lined up, front to back, singing.

Still irritated by them, I walk to the right side side of the stage where the steps are. As I walk up, I am singing for them to leave / go away.

I am standing on a balcony, have a baby bottle (newborn?), filled with milk, and am dripping it on their heads. There is so much milk, that the ground / floor is covered with it. I see to my left, down below, a small boy / small guy, who has slipped and fallen, not moving. The others are walking around him.

I am then sitting on some steps. The cops have been called because of me. I think that they’ve got me now, and will have the connection / link between me and Ali.

They are not dressed in uniform. They are in a circle, talking with some other guys, discussing what to do.

Kyle has an open wound on the inside of his left leg, going from ankle, to halfway up. There is gauze covering it, but is coming off. He has had this wound for a while, waiting for it to close and heal.

He is standing in the kitchen, wanting to cook some food. He had gone where he thought the cupboards were, but nothing was there, only an old yellow wall.

(From Sept. 28, 2014)

(It is evening throughout these dreams, and all at the same place, basically. There were a bunch of small ones, so I picked the most memorable ones.)

I am somewhere with Amy. A church? I never see her, but know she is there. I went out to the parking lot when it was time to leave. She had already gone. I then noticed the parking lot is nearly empty, and I don’t see my car. I start to get scared, and want to start crying. It seems someone came, and walked me to another area, comforting me.

I am outside watching fireworks. There are buildings to my left, and right. I never look at them. In between them is a grassy area. The fireworks are by the building to my right. They were eye level, not up in the sky.

When I first looked at them, they were static / suspended, and I wished I could have taken a picture. They then started moving, after a second, or two. One of the huge ones turned into a man’s face. For some reason, I winked at it. He winked back.

I am in church, in the chapel, walking from front to back, looking for a place to sit. There weren’t benches, but individual seats, along with couches / sofas. I did see one white loveseat, with the curvy back, that was empty, but it was up close to the seats in front of it, so there was no leg room. I finally settled on a couch / chaise in the back, lying down, but with head up. Everyone was there to listen, and learn, but were doing their own thing(s).

On the couch to my left (the front of the room was to my right) was a man, wearing nice black clothes, writing letters to be sent to Paris (I saw Paris on an envelope). His writing was the distinguished 18th century type. I wondered if he was French.

As if reading my mind, he showed me his black attaché(?), speaking with a deep / thick French accent, to where I could only understand him now and then.

His attaché had an embossed picture on it of a nature scene, close up, as if you were there. This man explained that the artist had incorporated his name at the bottom, so people would know who the artist is / was.

After he speaks to me, I see a dog lying on me, resting. I am thinking it might have been a wolf. It is fluffy, and I am petting / stroking it. I ask it if it needs to go pee, since it had been resting there for a while. With slow, small movements, he shook his head no.

A young black girl, sitting in a chair, by a coffee table, at home, with her single mom, and younger brother. Her mom, with lots of long tiny braids, pinned up, is holding the brother, cleaning the table. The girl tells her mom that she’s funny.