No Trouble Standing 

(From May 30, 2015)

I was on a bed, on the side of a very steep green mountain / hill, with my head towards the bottom. There was a horse, up near the top, feeding. The mountain / hill was so steep, that I was amazed that I wasn’t flipping over. 

(Ali’s dream)

We were hiking Runyon Canyon. He said to me that he liked my voice, that it was unique. The other people then started telling me that they like my voice, surrounding me as we were walking. Ali was thinking how he was the first to say it. 

(From May 31, 2015)

I’m standing, with other people, barefoot. I’m noticing that my toes are stubby, about as long as the first knuckle, whereas the other people have regular size toes. I have no trouble standing. 

I Didn’t See the Fire 

(From Feb. 24, 2015)

Mom, Amy, and I were going to be moving into a new home on Saturday. Mom was telling us that we need to be sure to move during daylight because there are a couple broken windows. 

Careless Whisper chorus from George Michael 

I think I was standing in a white hallway. There was a black guy who had his head between my left hip and wall. I playfully asked him what he was doing. 

I was sitting between two black guys, who both were interested in me. I didn’t have a top over my garments. The guy on my right asked if I know / had met Jesus. I said no, but He knows who I am. 

I told the guys that they look like brothers, after looking at and comparing, their noses. 

I asked the one on the left where his family comes from, meaning Africa. I think he said Iowa. I said, no, your grandparents / great-grandparents. 

(From Feb. 28, 2015)

There are two ladies who are called before calling the firemen. They are at someone’s house, spreading baking powder all over in a girls room, so the fire wouldn’t spread. They also did another room, the parents (?). They were to do only the two rooms, but decided to do the bathrooms as well. I didn’t see the fire. 

The old man neighbor being friendly. For some reason, we live in their home / house, and have for about 4 years. They are about to go somewhere. She, and I, are in the garage, but she is taller. She says something about having my stuff for several years. I ask, curiously, “So how long have you had my stuff?” She then starts looking around in the stuff she has stored against the left wall ( garage door in front). She mentions to me to look for something with circles. The image that comes to mind are the Audi circles. She isn’t finding what she’s looking for, so puts masking tape across the areas where she has looked. 

Ali comes home after work, worn out. 

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. 

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. 

I Had To Climb

(From Feb. 20, 2015)

I had to climb the outside of the house to the top to get inside to get to my room, which was at the bottom / basement. I wanted to ask my dad why I had to do this, instead of just going through the door at the bottom. 

Judy mentioned to my dad that there’s water underneath the house, making the possibility of me having to move into another room. I saw a hose with water coming out, from the neighbors (?). 

I asked my dad if the water damage, if any were going to be looked at before I moved, and he said yes. 

(From Feb. 21, 2015)

A children’s store painted pink inside. There is, or is going to be, a party there. 

A family, living in a wood / log home, is outside on their lawn. They are playing football, I think, but with a large water slide. No one gets hurt. I see the blonde mother smiling, and having fun (don’t remember who she is). 

One of the girls is wearing a tube top dress. I notice that it’s down a bit, and that she doesn’t have much there. She then pulls it up. 

There are small snakes, and lizards / iguanas on the side of their home. Someone takes one off, but not the others. I point this out, but to no avail. 

They have a fenced side yard. Donald Trump has come to speak with / to a small gathering. The pilot, of Donald’s plane, is sitting on his left. No one has showed up yet. Bart(?) reminds me that he was going to introduce me to him. I’m wearing a pink garden / wide brim hat. I’m not looking down, but not looking straight. Donald tells me to keep my head up. Bart mentions the pilot’s name, Leland. Donald is taken aback for a second, and says that he’s never heard the pilot’s name before. 

Wide busy street going up / down, N / S (for reference, don’t know if actually was). Side streets had to wait for their turn / move. Oprah is driving up / north. She turns left, turning into the oncoming traffic side. There are a couple of cars in line, on the left side of the street, waiting for the light to change. She moves to the correct lane just as / before more oncoming traffic appears. 

I Keep Going 

(From Jan. 17, 2015)

I was sleeping in bed. My mom comes next to me, and tells me that it’s time to go to bed. I don’t open my eyes. I want to continue sleeping. She turns off the small fan I have beside me. 

She then wants to show me a newspaper with an article about Oprah, who had brought an older (70’s?) black lady on her show (when she had it), who had taken care of three (at different times) returned vets. Oprah had brought one of them to the show as a surprise. When he started walking out, on the left, audience to his right, she ran over to him to give him a hug. (I was on set, watching.)

Deion Sanders was there, lying on his left side, propped on his elbow, facing facing forward, and to his right. The audience was to his left. He was wearing a tan /creme suit. The audience was chuckling at something, then he said, “No, serious, I’m / It’s not very pretty”, alluding that he had also gone to war, and come back disfigured. I couldn’t see anything different about him. 

(From Jan. 18, 2015)

Kyle was in water, some kind of pool?, and wanted to see if he could touch the bottom. It was a bit dark, but could still see. He wasn’t able to get to the bottom because of his wound on his stomach still healing. I was also in / under the water, and wanted to say something to him, thinking I might be able, as he was coming back up, but I wasn’t able to. 

While still dreaming, I was describing / attempting this dream to someone. 

The family went to visit Judy, who was in the hospital. She was in the right corner room. I didn’t want to go inside, since she isn’t connecting with me at the moment. I turned around, and saw Amy, facing Judy, there, as a patient. I didn’t realize she would be there, so I sat out there, with her, on a couch that was between her and the wall. She was hoping to be able to get out later that day. There were other beds around, with people in them, kinda like the e. r. 

She was watching a movie that had Emma Thompson (?). It was obvious, to me, that this was a recent movie, and not made when she was younger, as she had horizontal lines across her face, not too deep, but enough to notice. 

Emma had something hit her left side of the head, showing a red ribbon falling down the front. She said she was ok, then blood started coming out. Another scene, after time had passed, the blood had suddenly stopped previously, but then started back up again, getting all over the walls / place, which scared her. I told Amy I wasn’t going to watch. 

There was a path / road in between fences (?). I was driving the small white Toyota pickup I used to have (didn’t see), and stopped behind a semi without the trailer. I got out to ask the driver, who was standing outside, if I could make it, because there was a short distance that’s burning from the sun (temperature). He told me that, yes, I could, but that I (end up) keep going (not telling me, but acknowledging that that’s what I (usually) do). I decided to add water anyway so that the engine wouldn’t overheat. I then looked up, and saw the path / road going up a mountain to a castle at the top (like in movies). 

I was talking with someone, at my parents house, with Amy, mom (?), and I think others. We hear my dad punishing Steve, hitting, in another room. I firmly tell my mom to go stop him. We all go there, and I tell my dad, firmly and adamantly, to leave the house. I wasn’t sure I was going to have breath to speak, but I did, and I was surprised. 

Russian

(From Dec. 26, 2014)

Russian

(From Dec. 28, 2014)

(Night before I asked what do I do to support myself)

There was a bumpy hill in the backyard, the house being at the top. There was a tabby cat, on the left, lying on its back with the head upside down, and then turned to look at me.

Amy was there, and I told her that she should see Ali with the tiger (with black stripes).

There was an industrial looking fan, with a space between the blades, and edges. I was putting / dropping down gold coins through, and one got stuck.

Ali, and I, got married, then had sex, and it was ok because we were already married. Later (how much?), I was either thinking of getting a divorce, or we were going to get divorced.

On the hill, there was a single colored fox, rusty?, that I petted a couple of times, then it laid on its stomach, and worm size sausage looking links of poop came out.

I was topless, and my body was green. My nipples were half way down, and when I covered them, my body looked like a man.

(From Dec. 31, 2014)

Someone was reminding / telling Richard Branson , while standing on a balcony, how / that he likes/d Miami.

Kyle was lying next to me on the bed, naked. I was playing with him.

Reggie Dawson (don’t know anyone with that name)

Briana

Travis. I thought I was supposed to see him on the 18th.

A tall thin black man wanted to steal my trench coat. As he was leaving, in the dark, talking to us, I was looking at his dark blue / black knitted sweater he was wearing, making sure it wasn’t my coat.

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.

Don’t Lose The Baby

I’m in the passenger side of a car. My dad is in back, needing to come up front, waiting for me to move, but I don’t. He ends up front anyhow. Somehow I have the brake pedal on my side.

My dad drives fast, and I am amazed that I am able to slow the car down as he turns corners (right).

We have come to a small hill, with a road on top. We wait for the cars to pass before driving up / joining them.

Marie Osmond

I have two plastic pieces to put together, but don’t have the substance to / that hold(s) them together. A lady tells me I can buy what I need cheaply. I calmly respond, “Or buy what works”, implying that cost doesn’t matter. She is stunned / shocked that I would say that.

I’m in a van / bus / RV, with other people. We are waiting for something. I have someone’s baby (6 months?). I’m letting it crawl around. A lady tells me not to lose the baby.

Some of the people are standing, speaking Arabic. Sowin is across from me, on the other side of these people. He is Iranian, but understands Arabic. He is listening, but not participating, with his head slightly down.

It is Ramadan month. I, along with the other women, who are Muslim, have plastic wrap around our heads, like when a robber puts on a stocking. I’m still able to breathe. We are strictly not allowed to poke any hole(s), or danger will come to us. Even still, I want to poke a pinhole in between my slightly parted lips.

I have a knowing that everyone has to walk through a tunnel, as is done during this period, women having to wear the plastic. They are allowed to remove it when they reach the other side. I’m amazed that these women are able to do this. I don’t see the tunnel, so don’t know how long it is.

Some of the men are discussing how / that they hate / dislike praying in that room because there is no room to maneuver / move.

As I am waking up, I see myself crying because I have “lost” my baby.

The name Kamar comes to mind.

Ali is picking up his grey hoodie that he had had sized for him. One of the ladies / the lady had stitched something on the top of the flap of fabric that is inside by the zipper, as a memory of his lost baby / son.

Should Recognize

I was looking at Kevin’s Facebook profile, and telling someone that I just want to touch base.

I’m carrying Bishop’s baby, who is naked, throughout the church, looking for wipes in case there should be a mess. There is a doorway, leading to the chapel that I walk through, that is a bit shorter than normal, so I have to duck. I find where Bishop is, and grab some dryer sheets to use as the wipes.

I’m still holding the baby, standing outside a closed classroom, waiting, with others, for class to start. A young girl, 8?, dark-haired, comes up to me, and asks, intelligently, how my last two days were. I said they were fine. I then ask her the same, and she responded that they were good. As I’m looking at her, I’m thinking that her face looks somewhat familiar, and that I should know who she is. (As I write this, I’m wondering if her dress was of an older period.)