Not Showing Up 

(From Feb. 15, 2015)

The Siamese dad came back, and looked as if nothing had happened. I pointed him out to Ali, asking if that was(n’t) him. (He was purposely run over.)

At a family gathering, I hit / punched Micalanne in the face, with all my strength, on two separate occasions, causing her to fall back and hit her head. 

Judy was passing a white paper for people to sign for someone’s birthday. Someone else gave it to me to sign. I was surprised that she would allow me to sign, since she’s upset with me. 

After the gathering, I was walking home, and about a block away, I started running. I was upset, saying that it can’t be that my mental capacity is handicapped. 

When arriving at the house (when I was an older teen), I stayed outside, sitting with some others, with the door to my right. 

Mom had brought back some leftover food. I wanted some of the desserts with some chocolate topping. Mom said that Becky (a friend) goes to an Italian church now, and took the chocolate topping with her, to take to work. 

There was a race to be held, and one of the starting points was in our front yard, going to the right, using the lane dividers as used for swimming. Barbie was going to participate, using a wheelchair, and commented how narrow the lanes are. 

(From Feb. 23, 2015)

It was getting dark. Ali had said he would come get me, but he wasn’t showing up, so I started to walk. As I was crossing a street, I was carrying chains (like Marley in The Christmas Carol with Ebenezer Scrooge), slowing down my progress. 

Ali, and I, are at a pregnancy clinic to see why I’m not pregnant yet. The technician(?) talks to us, with paperwork in hand, without taking us to the back (still in waiting area), and says, “Well, it’s here in your notes. You’re not pregnant because you’re not having sex.”

(Ali’s dream)

We were running through water, with lots of other people. I was in front, speeding. Ali was behind me. We were wearing shoes so that our feet wouldn’t get hurt / cut from the rocks. 

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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.)

Moist

(From Dec. 15, 2014)

A foal was being born.

Arnold Schwarzenegger was sitting at a table, on my right, that I was standing next to. He was watching me. I wanted to ask him about Austria, but couldn’t come up with a good question.

I then was sitting across from him, and had my right hand on top of his, thick and big and hairy, and saw that mine was almost as big as his, and made mention of this.

A wave was attempting to choke / harm me, but didn’t. Next thing, it was acting normal.

Water was spilled inside a building / church, from me, and I saw a door, so I opened it so it would go outside. It started to flood the greenery area in front of the door. At first I was concerned, but then thought, oh well.

I was searching for my mom inside this church. A lady came up to me, after I had gone in circles several times, and asked if I needed help. I told her, then she got on a walkie talkie, and started describing me. I don’t know why, and wanted to tell her what my mom looks like, but didn’t because I figured she had a reason for doing what she was doing.

Arnold was inside a temple, speaking, and said the word, “moist “. The people started getting excited over that, including some reporters who were in a separate room with a window dividing.

(From Dec. 17, 2014)

Some guys were after me with a weapon, so I said, firmly and adamantly , twice, “Angels, help now!”

(From Dec. 22, 2014)

Vague dreams all with Christmas theme.

Tubs / Unstable floor / Witch house

(From Dec. 20, 2014)

Either I was running for president, or there were people who had been talking about me running. I got a bit concerned, for a little, because of the corruption in the government.

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).

Get Rid of Outsourcers

Get rid of outsourcers

Dr. J had become a doctor after basketball, but was now retired.

Things were going smooth with Judy, and I, then something happened, and we got into a verbal fight.

Coley had a pasta noodle going across his top teeth. I wondered why Amy didn’t tell him / say something.

I was sitting at the end of the table, waiting for dinner. Coley sitting to my left. Amy leaned over me, her chest in my face (I was leaning back to my left), giving Coley some food / drink.

In front of Ali, I walked naked to get something. I thought, oh well.

(From Oct. 21, 2014)

I was at my parents(?) house, dad sitting in chair to my left, watching the beginning of a soap opera. There was a lady on the phone, said a couple of sentences, then the camera panned to the left. A man had walked in to another man’s apartment. They were dressed up (being a soap opera) in expensive dress clothes. There were small spotlights at the edges of the door, on the ground, facing up.

There was a coffee table in front of me, I’m laying(?) on a couch, with a black digital watch, propped up, facing left. I saw the numbers 5 & 3, and thought it was 5:30. I then became a little anxious / nervous, thinking that I missed work without calling in (it was a new job), and that I hadn’t cleaned the house yet, and what would Ali think. Thinking it was that late, and not much I could do, I decided to wait, and see what happens. I then looked more closely at the watch, and saw that it was counting down the seconds, and the time was actually only around 1, or 2.

There were men outside, lined up in a row sideways, but with space between them. They had come in their trucks, to get paid for the farming they had done. The man I saw was about 10 – 15 pounds overweight, and tall. He was there with a younger boy (10 / 11?). They were facing front left, where was standing the man paying him, who also came in a truck, facing right.

The man getting paid had his hands on the other man’s arms, feeling them, because he had lost the majority of his sight during his working years, but could still see a little. His two fingers (pointer, and middle), on both hands, were shaped more like a sloth’s.

After the payment was made, the man paying, said to the worker, that he (worker) had been working there since (he said a name, but don’t remember) was a baby, talking about someone else.

The man getting paid, and the boy, were then in the truck, just sitting there, with the man on the left. I could then see that the man looked Hispanic. The boy then asked the man, presumably his grandfather, if he (the boy) could come pick up the man after work. The boy then yawned, and laid his head on the man’s shoulder. It wasn’t time for him to be at school yet.

The man was then at a restaurant, sitting at a round table with white tablecloth. He had a drink in his (right?) hand, waiting for his food, brought it up for cheers, looking at a sculpture of someone (Roman era type).

(Ali’s dream)

He was tickling me, while I was running circles around him.

(From Oct. 20, 2014)

Poland

(From Oct. 19, 2014)

Ivana Trump

(From Oct. 18, 2014)

I had a long sheet of hard plastic, which I was cutting into thin strips, but keeping them attached at the end. I then put it over some window blinds, to block out the majority of the sun coming through that fell onto a bed close next to it. The bed belongs to an older lady. I was only able to cover about 3/4 of the blinds, but it was enough.

The farmers are planning to walk away from their homes. I asked why, when it’s so close to the end of the month.

We, Ali and I, are renting from one of them. I thought to myself that we don’t have to leave now, even though they are, and will wait until the end of the month.

Forgot His Mission

The top part of my right big toe was chopped off, not knowing how. There was no blood. I wanted to get to the hospital to get it put back on. My family wasn’t worried / concerned, doing their own thing(s).

Somehow my lower right leg was in some black, thick, mushy stuff. I freaked out (in mind?), thinking it was tar, worrying how it was going to be taken off. I soon then realized that it was mud, and was coming off.

I worried how it would affect my toe, but nothing happened.

(From Oct. 16, 2014)

I’m at church, in Sunday school class with my dad, and I think Mark also. After a while, I go to another class where my mom is, and I think other family members.

My mom tells me that my dad was here, but left to bring back a test, but since he was in the other class, he had forgotten his mission / assignment. (He’s 77, and memory is fading.)

(From Oct. 15, 2014)

Gwen(?) had an operation to get rid of her female parts. She was no longer a fe/male, but just a regular person.

Ali is in bed, and told to look at the bedroom door, which is lit up. He goes over (was told to?), opens it, and at the end of the hallway to the right, a young girl (9 / 10) skips / jogs across from side to side, right to left, holding up a streamer / banner.

(From Oct. 14, 2014)

Travis

Laptop with a 25(?) inch screen, with a picture being drawn on a black background.

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.

Not Sure What To Do

Kyle has come back (from where? Are we still married?), nicely dressed, and walking around normal (his nerves were becoming pinched the last few years of his life). I had the knowledge that he still had his sore / wound in back.

He has brought back a woman with him. He had had sex with her, and was now paying her, giving her 3, or 4, bundles of money. I’m upset, and say to him that he has never given me anything, knowing that he did give me a few things. He doesn’t respond.

I tell this woman, several times, almost pleading, that she doesn’t have to do this. I mention to her that she’s 38, and still wants children. She seems unsure of what to do.

Kyle is sitting outside, talking to someone. The family has gathered inside. As he is walking towards the house to come inside, the door is open, and calling out for Mark. I’m thinking to myself that he isn’t here.

Kyle, me, and another lady, are naked, getting into a sleeping bag(?) big enough for all of us. He wants to be in the middle, facing her. I leave, taking a blanket (that I used to have) with me, going into another room. I lay down between two beds, covering myself, “hiding” from him.

It Takes Time

Cher is living in an old warehouse / industrial building turned apartments. I’m standing outside her apartment with a woman, and young lady. The wall, and door is vertically to my right, with these ladies standing between me and the apartment. The door is to the right.

This girl is going to be Cher’s roommate, but wanted to come check it out to see if she likes it before making a commitment.

Cher comes out, and the girl excitedly, almost running, goes inside to see.

There are some young guys, local(?) musicians, fooling around on the roof. Something happened to cause a part of Cher’s ceiling to come down, covering a tall spiral(?) sculpture.

I’m sitting, with a man and woman in front of me, to my left. The man is on the left. They both have long grey hair. His is to his butt, hers is to her calves, tapered on the edges a bit. She is wearing a long light blue dress.

She is then standing on the other side of him, facing him. I started to ask her something, then realized she may not know I was talking to her, so I touched her hip.

I ask her how much time it takes to take care of her hair. She smiles, chuckles a bit, then said that it takes time. I ask if she washes all at once. She said she washes in sections, every other day.

Ali is squatting, to the left of me, doing something. I’m paying attention to the fact that he has hair. It is “molded” so that it looks like a Sheiks turban.

(From Sept. 22, 2014)

Someone brings the newborn tabby kittens in a cage. I wonder where the mother is / why she wasn’t brought. (We have week old kittens. The tabby’s were born in April.)

(Ali’s dream)

Driveway on a hill. We are on the sidewalk. I tell him we should go to the left, instead of the right, because there is chaos in the other direction.

(From Sept. 21, 2014)

I am sitting in the front row in a class(?) room (no desks). There are some girls to my right talking about a black guy, who has money. I’m facing these girls, and mention that Briana had been dating him. I then face front, and see her next to me, on my left. I say, “Oh.”

In the evening, I’m walking somewhere (between buildings?), and see him. His name is Kivin. He tells me to tell Briana that he’s still willing to give her a loan. I want to teasingly say that I’ll take a loan, but stop myself because the thought came, what if I can’t repay the loan.

It’s Funny Some of the Things They Say About You

Church classrooms are used as apartments during the week. They are all in a row along a back wall. The doors are curtains. My family lives here, and each time I come to visit, they are in a different room. Ben has his own, in the middle.

People are in the church kitchen, to make something. Taylor Swift is there, wearing shorts. She is standing in front of me, facing my direction, but not looking at me. She then walks to my left, to do something (wash hands?). I turn, and say to her, “It’s funny, some of the things they say about you.” She then has a mixed look of confusion, and curiosity. She says, “Oh, yeah? Like what?” I then tell her about an article I read (month ago?) about outfits she wears when she comes out of the gym, after working out, and that she wore heels.

One of the ladies in the kitchen is smoking. That got me upset, and incredulously told her to go outside, because this is a church. I then saw several others (individually) smoking, and told them the same. I couldn’t understand how they could be so nonchalant about smoking in a church.

(From Sept. 7, 2014)

An older man, half-naked, with a “pregnant” belly, is sitting in his (living?) room, on a couch, with a tv in front of him. He is to be part of a reality series. He says something to the camera people, then gets up, and walks past the tv toward another room. He has skinny legs, like in a cartoon. I don’t see his arms, but know he has them, because I see him holding something. His wife may have been there also.

Rue McClanahan is making something for him, as a surprise for him, in another room.

I am in a cultural hall, where people are making a life-size version of what Rue McClanahan was making, using plastic rectangular tables, folding them into the shape needed.

I glide across the floor, in my socks, while these people are busy. I am careful not to glide into their materials on the floor. Also seems there were crumbs of dark chocolate cake on the floor as well.

I see some colorful cake frosting on a knife on the stage, so go over there to get a piece of cake. When I arrive, though, that’s all there is.

A driver has somehow flipped a horse trailer, with a horse inside, while driving over dirt. The horse has fallen out, landing on it’s back. The neck is twisted / bent. The horse is moving around, wanting to get back up. A guy, a vet?, comes over, uses a (pocket) knife, and cuts a small section in the horse’s neck, below the jaw. He then slices a thin piece off of the muscle. The horse doesn’t move during this. The guy says something. I rub the horse, saying that it’s ok, because no anesthesia was used. The guy then says something again, but directed toward about the absence of anesthesia.

I see twins nursing, at the same time, laying on either side.