Misogynist

I asked, “What is the language?” I dreamt that a neighbor was known to take all the limes before I moved in. I was on a top bunk that was next to a window. The neighbor was in his house that was next to the window. The window was to my left, with someone in between. There was someone else, or more, on the bottom bunk. I had the limes up on the bed with me. Someone entered through the door on the right. I didn’t see who it was but felt it was the neighbor. I then felt the … Continue reading Misogynist

Clues

I dreamt that I was in England, but also in Provo. I was walking past Prince Charles, dressed in his kilt and singing, and three other men who were with him. They were on grass formed in a square next to each other. Prince Charles was looking at me, happy. There was an older couple in a wagon, being driven to the left. They looked as if it was Winter, or the beginning of it. She wanted to give her husband a kiss but they weren’t allowed to show PDA. I’m in Provo, Utah with a group of people, though … Continue reading Clues

Where is it?

I was teaching a Sunday school class. The classroom was barely the shape of a rectangle. The door was in the lower right, on the right wall. There were about five chairs lined up against the wall on the right, and about five chairs about five feet from the back wall, going left to right. There was a small (size of a baby) rectangular table in upper left corner with my stuff(?) on it. I was standing back by the door, attempting to get Allison (who was sitting in the row of chairs to the left of me, in the … Continue reading Where is it?

The Attack

Ali and I were living in a small apartment that had the feel of a motel. It was white inside. There was a small hill outside the front door, with tall palm trees lined up on the edge of the hill, and there may have been water on the other side of the trees. It reminded me of Florida. There were tribal invaders in the neighborhood, coming from a country with a dictator. They were killing the big cats for their markings, and having skinning them, acted as if given a trophy. I was saddened at this, not knowing what … Continue reading The Attack