I asked, “How do I block the entities from entering the house?” I dreamt that a woman was able to buy a mansion type house (didn’t see) outside of the city center. She was pleased / grateful that she had the money to be able to do so.
There were some overgrown shrubs, along / at the end of a pathway, so she cleared them.
I dreamt that I touched the wrong link on the tablet screen and was frantically trying to stop it so that I could go where I wanted.
I dreamt that a man was coming toward me, giving me a cookie, which represented that I was the one (among others who were there) who had won a / the prize. I knew it was me the closer he got, but wasn’t sure if I should believe it.
I figured that I was the one who won because of what I had written about a guy who once was married to Kim Kardashian.
I then saw myself, as a passenger, with another woman in between us, in his truck. He was going downhill fast. I asked him how he wanted to die. He slowed down, but not for long.
I think I mentioned / pointed out to the guy, while we were going downhill, how / that he used to be married to Kim Kardashian. I felt as if it wasn’t supposed to be known. As I was saying this, I was envisioning her in a truck with him / another guy.
There were houses at the end of the street, and he crashed into one. As he was doing so, I was repeatedly telling myself that this was my dream. As he was crashing through, we were crashing through door after door.
The truck finally stopped at the owners bedroom, on top of their bed, which was in the garage. I felt the truck sink into the bed. They were able to get out without being hurt. I was thankful that no one was. I was thinking, “What a way to start a Sunday morning.”
I went to look at the hole in the house that was made. Neighbors came out to look, and I think there was a young black guy on the phone, telling the other person about it.
(From March 14, 2018 Showed Up)
I dreamt that Ali and I were in an overstuffed, standing room only, fast food restaurant / place for breakfast. I don’t know where he was. I was at the counter ordering French toast that was over $7, and hot chocolate that was over $4.
As I was finishing my order, Ali showed up to pay. I was calculating the cost of the food, kind of wondering if he would pay. He did so without any fuss.
I dreamt that mom had a 3 year old blonde down syndrome girl on her lap, helping her type on a / the laptop. I think the girl, or my mom, perhaps both, were wearing a bit of pink.
I dreamt something about being at a soccer game, before it started. I don’t care much for it, but I knew Mark does, who was there. It seems I was either down on the field, or in the seats close to the field. I was standing. I think it was in the evening.