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. 

Open Book 

(From Jan. 11, 2015)

Snowball (poodle looking dog) is wearing a brace covering his neck, and body, which looks like his skeleton. It is orange (?). He had just come back home from a dog “school”. I was thinking that that would be a place where I could work. 

Judy had made a gre/ay sweater for Lorelei, who was overcome with emotion by the gesture. 

I was standing in water (don’t think I was wet), at a beach, about a mile out. The bottom was still fairly flat / shallow that far out. There are coastal homes along the shore, looking all the same, lined up. 

I am looking at a monument / sculpture replica that was made, of gold, and placed there, in honor of those pioneers (from the late 1800’s) who had lost their lives while on the same vessel, going to the shore, from water rising over them, and engulfing them. The vessel is an open book, sideways so that the left side page is towards the shore. The left side may be standing, or halfway closed at an angle. On the right side was a phonograph , as if this was a Braille book. Below the book was an open platform for people to stand. I was watching the water come up to it, and splash against it, without incident. After a couple of times though, it came up, and over. I thought to myself, “Oh, I see”‘ or something like that. 

I then started back to shore. The water was building a wave, coming towards me, instead of going to the shore, to break upon itself. I then saw that I had just barely made it to where I was at the top of the wave, so that it would crash behind me, and I could continue on. 

(From Jan. 16, 2015)

RCC (Riverside Community College) is the most dangerous in the country, and has the most dangerous character in California. 

Cher, with strong legs, being a co-leader of a group, having fun inside a castle. 

People sometimes hear a woman singing inside this castle / mansion. One old man, a long time ago, got curious, found her, and had a heart attack from what he saw. I wanted to investigate the singing. 

Elevator , and shaft, made of wood because it was still being worked on, and the actual one hadn’t been installed yet. I was going down. 

Soft metal that was malleable, shaped in toy military figures (not people), and bigger figures replicating the smaller. Looking at the small ones, they looked like something kinda disturbing happened, so I said that I wasn’t going to go look at the bigger ones. 

I’m on a wheel, like a water wheel, going down, thinking that I need to get off so I don’t die. Seems there was a metal piece going across, like packing tape (?), down below, and whatever was on the wheel gets squished. There was finally a spot where I could jump off, to my left, on to a wooden platform, with a hole in the middle. 

There was a small open book store inside this castle / mansion (like those small neighborhood ones). The castle (yes, the building itself) had information for me, but was worried people might think I was crazy. I said to it, “You’re cute”, and that the guy standing there looking through a book will probably think I was talking to him. 

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.

Russian

David Wolfe looked poor/ homeless. His hair had the beginnings of being greasy / oily. He was at my grandmas house, in the front yard. He was pulling out sections of grass, like a carpet, and moving them back and forth, like someone who doesn’t know what he is doing. He was wanting to take a piece, to take back to where he lived, without being noticed.

At one corner, there was a handle underneath, to help him move the piece. The grass was growing under the piece (I said it looks like carpet). I thought to myself, “Oh, that’s how it grows.” There was a hole under this piece.

Something about a fluffy puppy, going poop, and me holding it for a while as it slept.

Something about someone’s hair, and looking for (a) bobby pin(s).

I was holding David while he slept, outside of a building, my left arm behind his back. His last name is now Russian. His skin turns dark like an India Indian when he sleeps, but lightens up when he wakes.

When he wakes, I make some funny faces, and then laugh.

Robert Mailhouse walks past us, on the sidewalk. He also looks poor / homeless. The back of his neck is covered with a tattoo.

Another actor is walking behind him, holding a small blonde boy. He also looks the same.

A boy, 10(?), walks around a corner of bushes, 10 yards away(?), past us, toward the building. I ask David, “Isn’t that your brother?” He responds, “In-law.” This boy had the same last name. I Kinda pushed David forward a little so the boy would look, but he kept walking

A blonde woman, buxom some, with some weight, comes out from the building, behind us, to the right. She says to me,” Oh, look what you bought”, attempting to be pleasant, then went back in.

Rihanna, and Nicki Minaj, were wearing theatrical makeup for everyday use. Rihanna had dark eyes, with dark brown, exaggerated smudged(?) lines under her eyes.

Nicki’s makeup looked like a geisha, but instead of white, she used different shades of pink, which didn’t go to her hairline, but looked more like a mask.

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.

To Unlock

Mark, and I, are at someone’s house. They are waiting for food to be delivered, not in the traditional way, but in a futuristic way. It is being delayed for some reason. I dot over by Mark, wanting some of the food also, even though I had eaten a small amount of food earlier.

Futuristic looking website that hasn’t been worked on for a while. A guy is holding a card this is a bit bigger than a credit card. Near the top is a row of numbers, hologram / holograph looking, with graphics below that correspond with the website. This guy has a confused look on his face as he touches the numbers rapidly like a piano. He is working on unlocking something connected with the website.

While waiting for the food, I look out the front, and see the house across the street blacked out. I’m thinking there are new owners for the house. I look closer, and see them doing something in their front yard, still blacked out. The house has a brick exterior, with a slope on the left side.

The street is a one lane street. I see a man, and wife, walking with four dogs, left to right, one a Great Dane (dark color marble), with the others almost as tall. They are on the other side of the street. There is a car going from right to left. Don’t see / notice headlights on. The Great Dane wants to cross, almost getting hit. After the car passes, the man is mean to the dog (no hitting, but more verbal). I want to go out, and give him a word or two, but he stops as I get to the door.

The man then walks up to the open garage, on the right, and speaks to a man inside for a minute or two, then walks out.

I go outside, and ask if the Great Dane is one. The man says yes. I don’t see the wife for a bit. I then see some dirt on the head of one of the other dogs. I start brushing it off. I uncover what looks like several “ditches” from side to side, to about the middle if his head. The last one deeper like a toaster. They have dirt, and a couple dry leaves inside. I am then a couple of feet away, and the dog turns his head so that I see his profile. His face is gone, and it is flat, white, non living (like a robot?).

(My 250th post)

Oh, Yeah?

(Night before, asked what was so wrong)

Steve is about to become gay. He even started an escort type service while /when on his mission. His wife, Natalie?, had given him bj’s before his mission.

I am at a school. The buildings are white, two-story. Travis is also there, in the same “class” as I. (Students were able to walk around.) Before class(?), I had seen, through a (window) opening, a giant outside, who was here with his friend. He was as tall as a three-story building, wearing a white, and orange (?), horizontal striped polo shirt, the white stripes being broader. I didn’t tell anyone, but kept it to myself. I thought he was a giant, thinking about him while in class.

Some guys, in class?, were saying there isn’t such a thing as God. I was thinking, and wanted to say, “Oh, yeah? Just you wait ’til your time comes, then you’ll see.”

The end of class, as some were working on projects, I wasn’t too sure if I could leave. Some students had gone as soon as there was a hint they could go. I asked if Travis was still here, and someone had said he was gone, being one of those who had left.

When outside, I saw the giant on the other side of a building, only seeing his chest, and up. He is watching his friend walking up some stairs of that building. I affirm to myself that he indeed is a giant.

There are other giants there, one saying they have been here since 6:19 in the morning, coming from Palm Springs, and were getting tired, as the day was starting to turn into evening. I wanted to say / question that the ride must not have been too long seeing as how the cars are so big (to accommodate them). No one else paid any / much attention to them, as if it was normal for them to be there.

They started walking in a slow formation leaving the school. Some being Native Americans. I was in awe of them, their height, stature. They slightly smiled down at me, acknowledging me. One Indian was a woman, dressed similar to the princess in Disney’s Peter Pan.

I saw a long braid in front of me, knowing one of the Indian men had cut it, and dropped / set it there. I grabbed it, pulling out a couple strands, not messing the braid, and ate them as for food. The woman saw me, stopped walking, stopping the formation, and sat down next to me. She started undoing the top of the braid, talking to me about it.

Walking home, barefoot (kinda hoping Travis would see me), I was holding Bear (Kyle’s big dog), and my shoes / sandals. I wished I had a leash to put him down. He was struggling a bit to get down. I was walking on the sidewalk of a busy street, a brick wall to my right, though now, there were only two cars, which were stopped / parked. I was pointing out the cars to Bear, telling him what they are, and that that’s why I couldn’t let him down. I made sure as not to say his name so that the people / person who had taken him from me wouldn’t know I had him. I wasn’t worried about him needing to “go” since he had been roaming all day at the school.

So, So Wrong

(Night before, asked what is the credibility check (for channelers))

Inside the top apartment / condo of a high-rise building. A dog (chocolate lab) is running in circles around some white towerish thing in the middle / center of the room. Micalanne is standing, I’m several yards from her, and I tell her that she is so, so wrong. The tub (the kind where the water flows over the sides) has started to flood, ruining the floor. How do we tell the owner? I have to wait for an older, short, skinny woman to tell me how to care for the building (I became owner ?).

A two-story house in some street is derelicted(?), and for sale. I want Ali to buy it, but another man, single, and knows construction, gets / buys it. He razes it, and next, I see part of the framing up. I see him from behind, there with his truck, and mitre saw, sawing pieces of wood. I walk to the front, and ask if he is going to build this the same as the old, implying a two-story such as the other. He starts to answer, but action starts kitty corner, to the left. There are four men holding on to the top of the wood frame as it falls, their bodies not moving. They have baseball hats on, the brim hitting the ground, keeping straight, with no harm to the men. To the left of them, as I am seeing them, the same thing happens, but with four Mexican men. I turn, and tell the guy, “If that were me, I’d be dead.”

3, or 4, men. Something about new (animal print?) couch cushions. A tall teacher, from when they were students, suddenly appears. Surprised, I say his name, which is a weird one. (I don’t remember it, but what keeps coming to me is “Whiskerbottom”. He is wearing a long black trench coat, looking somewhat like Morpheus, from The Matrix.

Long Enough?

Policeman, couple inches taller than doorway, chewing tobacco, some of which is coming out of right ear. He is dressed with long boots, as if for horse patrol. He comes to ask us if we know where the sound of running water is coming from. We tell him no. He mentions something about poets needing water. He then leaves, changing into swim trunks somehow on the way, and gets into a nearby pool.

It’s snowing diagonally outside. The intensity changes. Windows are open, with a table below, inside. Small mounds of snow develop on the table. I’m really excited about this, and want to take a picture to show to mom.

Profile picture of a lady’s backside, on tumblr. She is wearing a light blue dress (bit darker than pastel). Her hair is long blonde, about 1/4 – 1/2 as long as Rapunzel’s. It is draped / resting on chairs(?) to show the length. There is another pic to the right, which I only glance at, of another lady with brunette hair about shoulder length(?), then go back to the other picture.

Poets(?). They know (emphasized).

Ali had bought me a truck, then took off, leaving the paperwork for me. I saw no other vehicles in the lot. The office was a trailer, like at construction sites. I parked the truck by the office. The parking space was “lifted”, like a mound (front tires were higher than back). The salesman was nice. He was wearing jean shorts. Before walking up the short ramp to the office, I asked him, “Is it long enough?”, meaning the truck bed. He said yes.

I had also gotten a new dog. He was there with me in front of the office. I put my head on his right hind hip, thinking, what messages does he have / will he have for me, and vice versa. I then looked front, and slightly to the right. There was a semi-enclosed field with dogs playing. My dog was also looking. As I started walking toward the office, I told him to stay. There were other people walking around, and only slightly feared him walking away / someone taking him. (Why I didn’t put him in the truck, I don’t know.)

After(?), I realized I had left my purse in Ali’s vehicle.

Someone was looking for something in the back of the truck. They were grabbing something, and I said, no, that was a cleaner.

(From April 9, 2014 which I forgot about, but keeps coming back)

There was a Hispanic guy who took a hose, and got his hair wet. A Hispanic girl came over to help him. He grabbed her from behind, grabbing her right thigh right below her butt. She told him not to do that because she already has a boyfriend.

Calendar

Puppies

I slipped into the back of a class, sitting in the back right corner, sitting sideways so that my right side was to the front. The female teacher has this months events up on the board, on the calendar. I remember seeing events for the date of the 17th, and possibly the 28th.

I’m sitting in another class. A female student drops something of hers, which ends up 3, or 4 chairs behind me. I reach my right arm back to grab it. It’s perfectly normal to be able to do this. As I’m reaching back, I’m thinking that perhaps the others there are thinking about how long my arm / reach is. The object I pick up is about the same size of a cork from a champagne bottle. It is the same color, and has no holes, and is straight, without any dents / curves.

I was somewhere, and Jeff was calling me. I was excited to see him.