Turn Into Dust

I didn’t ask a question last night. I dreamt that Ali would make people’s (sleeping) dreams turn into dust. (That’s what the Utah girl does to mine.) I dreamt that I was standing out past right field of a baseball field. There were other people as well. I was thinking that if the ball hit my glasses I could get some new ones. Shortly after thinking this, a ball did hit the bottom of my right lens, breaking and shattering it. Amy cleaned it up. I didn’t move. I dreamt that a short silver horse trailer was standing on the … Continue reading Turn Into Dust

Wedding

I asked, “Is time travel physical or spiritually?” I dreamt something about living as a spirit. it was at the beginning of doing so and I was questioning it, like when at your first day at work and taken on a tour of what is involved / how things work. I dreamt that a lady was telling me to get an answer key. It would be locked, but it would have all the answers that I needed. I didn’t ask her to clarify about the lock, and wanted to ask her if she was going to get it because I … Continue reading Wedding

Beetle

I asked, “Who / What keeps entering my body?” I dreamt that I was out in an open space / field and a black beetle was flying toward me. I first used my hand to block it, but then used a notebook / journal. I didn’t like the feeling / the way the beetle felt on / against my hand. I dreamt that mom was going to go to the temple (Mic or Amy asked / invited her?) but Micalanne mentioned that maybe she should stay back / home because there was so much to do to get ready. I … Continue reading Beetle

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