Delivery Went Well

I go back in time with a young woman, back to her house. I noticed a silver magnet on the fridge, worn by time. I can see that it says, “Blondes are (more?) intelligent / smart.”

In another room, she is standing next to a lady, who is sitting, and has makeup on. She is looking at me, intently, and I’m thinking that she looks like another woman.

(Ali’s dream)

We are walking, and see different colored flowers. I point one out, and he says that it is crumpled, and dying. He then sees a red one, and brings it to me, telling me he can give me more. I tell him one is enough, and that I don’t need anymore.

(From Oct. 4, 2014)

I see actresses, from one, or several, soap operas, together for a program on TV. They are sitting on white stadium like seating, but can only see from the chest up. They each in turn come to a microphone, and talk about themselves. One lady, wearing white, as she is walking back to her seat, looks at the camera, and mouths, “I love you”, while her body is facing to the left. She is buxom, as if she has implants.

The ladies are then having fun with one of the others, brunette, sitting up top. They are mentioning that the dancers were able to do their routine with no problems, but when this actress comes forward, she stumbled.

Another lady, wearing white, blonde, comes to the microphone, and is pregnant. She starts by saying that her water has / had broke(n), then starts to talk about herself when she stops, grabs her belly, slightly. There are firefighters lined up in a row to the left of the seats, who immediately get into action.

One of them either left, and came back, or had received a call, saying that she is fine, and the delivery went well.

He also has his young son there, who is tall like a man, and is wearing a suit. The firefighter, and someone else, are mentioning that the son isn’t allowed to get married until he is 18, 21.

The father, and son are then on the floor, on their stomachs, holding on to a bar of gold, slowly sliding it, to pick it up.

The lady who had the baby, is in a room, telling someone that she didn’t want to say who her doctor was (my mom’s), because he is strict / unfeeling (which he isn’t). Instead, she wants a Dr. Dotr.

Not sure if she morphs into my grandma next, or if it’s a different dream. My grandma (paternal) has swollen up (she was about my height, and thin), and I see the beginnings of sores on her legs. I mention to someone, I think, that they look like someone else’s.

(Ali’s dream)

The leader of Somalia is attempting to kill Ali. He has people flying over, dropping bombs. Ali then starts flying, shooting the planes down with a machine gun. The people are surprised that he can fly, that he has that ability. I tell them / affirm that he does.

(From Oct. 3, 2014)

(Earlier in the day, I was reading about seeing silver in the aura. Silver coins were mentioned, to tap into this.)

I see an ad, black background with white lettering, about someone giving away(?) silver coins. A guy, and girl, who were with me, outside, started walking. She has a backpack because the distance is a ways. I am frustrated with Ali for not letting me go. I then tell myself, “Joy, and love.” (That I should have it towards him.

I look at the ad again, and notice the last line, which you had to look to see because it was also black, mentioned that the person was in a big White House, and to look for it.

(From Oct. 2, 2014)

A guy, working for UPS delivering packages, has to drive a beat up small car, like a Mazda 2, for punishment for doing something he shouldn’t have. My dad, and I, are with him, sitting in the back, with me behind him.

There is something huge on fire, on the top of Chichen Itza’s El Castillo pyramid. It may have been struck from above. There are lots of people on the pyramid, who are now scrambling down. There are bars on either side of the steps, which also caught on fire. A man, after getting to the bottom, touches the bar to make sure it had cooled off.

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Submission

(Warning: little gory at the end.)

I’m somewhere where there are people, but I’m not with them. There’s food in a separate room. I go in by myself, seems the others let me go first, by myself.

A lady (used to be secretary at D. I.) is sitting behind the food table. I grab ?, then some tortilla(?) chips that are almost near the end. I then realized that there isn’t anything to drink, but then remembered that I brought my own grape juice / drink, and pb&j.

I go to throw away the food crumbs, along with a plastic bag / wrap. After I let go, I see what looks like a black bug crawling out. As it keeps moving, it grows into a kitten, walking towards a small hill / mound in front of me, diagonally to my right.

As the kitten is walking, I see a big cat. I then think, “Oh, this must be a bobcat.” It then has its claws in my left pointer finger. I’m wanting it to let go, not sure what I’m doing so that it would, but doesn’t. I then say out loud, “God, let these claws come out.” After saying this, one claw tears through my skin as they come out.

After this, I see the black kitten has walked up the mound, where the white mother is stretched out, lying on the left side, head down. The bottom stomach area, and a small section going across the top of her chest, right below her throat, look like she has been skinned, and is dying.

The kitten goes to one of the skinned nipples to feed, and gets blood on its right paw. I look at the mothers face. She has a look of submission / “That’s the way life goes.” I then get on my knees, and heartbreaking sadness, cry out, “No! No! No!”

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.

Wanting My Attention

I’m in a building, in a class(?, don’t see anyone, but had a feeling), and I see half of a gold wedding band in front of me. Later, next day(?), I see two whole, and complete, bands.

I have an understanding that I am pregnant.

As I’m getting in the car, there is a Dalmatian, and a dachshund, running by me. The Dalmatian wants my attention. I use my hands, directing it boy/girl?, telling it to take the other dog home. The Dalmatian had been here before, with another dog, wanting my attention.

At one point, when I was pointing, to the right, my hand was down between(?) the dogs, and the Dalmatian snarled at me, though I didn’t feel terribly threatened.

I then see a couple of notes taped to the inside of the driver door, on the pocket. There is an additional note, from my mom, explaining that these other notes are from Kyle, and she had forgotten she had them.

As I took off my mom’s note, to read, I tore one of the other ones, diagonally, exposing, but not harming.

I am at my parent’s, deeply devastated at Kyle’s passing, wanting only to stay in bed.

Two men are having a conversation. One says to the other that the government is forgiving student loans (after graduating, implied).

A lady is under the impression that she has to live a painful life, so she sticks her tampons as high as they will go. She also has a semi-dirty house. I don’t say anything about the house, but I must’ve mentioned something about the pain, because I am showing her how to use a pad, since she has never used one before.

There are some men who heard about some wolves on this lady’s property, so they go out to hint them down. By the time they get out there, though, the wolves have already gone over a hill, and crossed over into someone else’s land. The men leave, leaving the other people to deal with the wolves, which doesn’t seem to bother them.

There is a hill in the back of this lady’s house, with trees, and bushes, and a light-colored wooden fence. These men start to walk up this hill, past the fence, when they decide to”hide” on the side of the path, under the trees, and bushes there.

An old, drunken man walks down, with another, younger man. They stop in front of these “hiding” men , which anyone who was paying attention, could see, and the older shoots the younger in the head, and walks on. These men can not believe what they just saw. They can not believe that this many ing here, is now dead. They all know that they are eyewitnesses, in case the old man denies it.

(Ali’s dream)

We are lying in bed, cuddling, and kissing, when some people come in with sick cats, and other animals. I become furiated / animated, telling them to take the animals outside, that they could cause allergies. Ali was not saying anything, and was surprised to see me like this.

(From Sept. 5, 2014)

Ernest Hemingway’s wife is in a convertible limo (their day), being driven by someone famous, enjoying the day.

I’m at someone’s house, in the evening, looking out front. I see that we are on the border of South Beach, Florida, which is a dangerous place.

(From Sept. 4, 2014)

Evening, outside, grassy, hilly area, and I see a big black bird (hawk / eagle size) flying toward me, but not at me. It then grasps, its left talons, a smaller black bird (crow / raven / rook, etc), with the head to the left. Several electric sparks come out of the smaller bird, on the left.

Ali is standing behind me, on my left, back a ways, so I turn, and point the birds out to him, telling him to look.

The Program Unpaused

(From Aug. 9, 2014)

I was at Micalanne’s, and we were watching tv. She had a baby boy, about a year old. Near the end of the show, the baby got tired, so Micalanne asked him if he wanted to go to bed. He said yes.

She pushed a button on the remote, to pause, so she wouldn’t miss anything while changing the baby’s diaper, showing me, but I don’t see.

She then gave the remote to me. After a minute, the program unpaused. I pushed a button I had used before, but it wasn’t working. I pushed another, still nothing. The program was showing a couple getting married in a chapel(?), then leaving. The girl sang some wedding / marriage song as she was doing something with stretched out white flowers in the back, before leaving.

Micalanne finished, then got upset with me for not keeping the show paused. My bed then appeared in the room, and I wanted to lay down, but she came over to me, and wouldn’t let me. She turned into Judy.

I then took my pillow, after a bit of fighting, putting it over her face, and saying that I’ll be a b…. (That’s how I said it). I wasn’t going to keep it there long enough to suffocate her, but I didn’t care what would happen to me (spiritually) if I did. She was having fun with it.

Then somehow, I managed to pick her up, and flip her on her bed (step away). She landed with her head under her body, her neck stretched / bent, looking like rubber. I noticed this, but didn’t care. My mom then came in. I wasn’t going to say anything.

My dad was telling me to go to bed. I didn’t want to. I told him I was going to boil some water, and pour it on him. I did start up the water.

He had some single serve chocolate pudding cups in the freezer. Some were chocolate and vanilla. I took them out, and I think, put them in the fridge for myself.

Trunk, and 1947

I’m in a small living room, loft / studio like, with a cabin feel. Mark is here, mom, and some others. I have gotten sick (strep?), and so have been sleeping in my parents bed. I haven’t notified my teachers about me missing class. Every so often, I wake, and look at the clock on the wall. It’s about quarter to 8, but I’m thinking it’s close to 3 (I had to think about this when I was writing). I get up so I can shower, and go to class, even with me still very sick.

Outside of the bathroom, which doesn’t have a door, to the left, is a glossy, dark wood bench. The door to outside may be to the left of it. It has a tall back, with writing on it, in big letters. On the first line, I see the word “TRUNK”. On the second line, I see 1947.

The couch is to the right of the bathroom, so no one can / will see inside.

In the bathroom, I see my mom’s short blue razor on the built-in top shelf of the shower. I think I’m looking for mine, or looking for a place to put mine.

Mom has some socks / knee hi’s, blue and pink, chalk colored, lying on the open shower drain. They get sucked in, or some do. I don’t say anything. It happens again, pull some out, and tell my mom not to put those there / not to do that, and she’ll need to wash them again.

Thanksgiving

Several women standing by me. One of them asked me if I was supposed to fast today. The others chuckled at this, and one of them said that they (LDS) fast on Sunday’s, and don’t fast on the holiday’s.

Something about thanksgiving.

Larissa (ex-coworker)

Jeanie had become physically ill, so much so that an ambulance had to be called, and she taken out on a stretcher. She had become ill because when someone, at the pulpit at church, had been talking about Jeff (her brother who recently passed), several people in the congregation had been interruptive.

I was parking, little bit diagonally, in a two stall garage, in a station wagon(?). A man had come in, in front, from right to left, in his Smart car (the red and black colors). I moved back a little to allow him room, as there was some extra.

He was impressed with my driving / parking, and I told him that I used to have a Toyota pickup (with late husband, but didn’t mention that). He may have asked where I got it, not sure, but for some reason, I was having a hard time getting out how I had come into possession of the vehicle. I was fumbling my words a bit.

(From July 10, 2014)

A short Arabian man was speaking Spanish to his tiny wife. Someone nearby thought that strange.

I, and someone else, found, in a backyard, a small collectible doll, and what looked to be a shade for a ceiling light. It was shaped like the 60’s hairstyle with the flip at the bottom, like in Hairspray. It was colored / tinted a deep / dark purple, for to use at parties. It also had slits on the sides, in case one wanted to use them for books.

A man said we couldn’t take them away, but that they had to stay with the property.

Waiting For Me

I’m thinking that I have written a previous dream about black hills.

Ali is sitting on the left side of a bench in the chapel at church. Judy is sitting on the bench in front of him, and Micalanne is sitting on the bench behind. I don’t notice any other people.

Travis has become LDS, and is wearing a nice looking, somewhat expensive, grey, bit shiny, suit. He is going to wait for me when church gets out.

Judy, and Micalanne, are in their cars, in the parking lot, parked by each other. Judy is parked in back, facing the exit. The scene is a bit darkened.

Judy has a rusty VW Bug, convertible, and Micalanne has a Fiat(?). The Fiat is dark rust / maroon on the sides, and black / dark on the hood. It looks to have a puffy quilted look to it, like the Quilted Northern toilet paper. I don’t see the back. There are a couple small dents on the front passenger side by the lights / bumper. Bethany(?) is with her, sitting in the back.

Judy has the top down, and music turned up. The twins(?) are with her. She is happily talking to someone, who is standing by the passenger door, before she leaves.

There were girls in line, holding a hard ticket / card, waiting to be accounted for, not having done so earlier, by the man at the table. One of the girls, tired of being in line, notices me.

I was outside, flying over some people, Travis is there, who wanted to have an activity out here, but a body had been buried somewhere in that spot. Holes were being dug up, looking for it. Instead, I started showing them how to fly, starting off by using their legs.

I am going to take mom, Barbie, and grandma to Wal-Mart, but Barbie is driving. I am squished in the back, sitting to the left of grandma.

We drive past a rectangular shaped property. The house, which I don’t see, is on a hill, on the left side. The right side is all dirt. There is a German Shepherd in the upper right corner, watching a squirrel. There are other squirrels throughout the property.

At grandma’s house, she is standing, next to the old tv, complaining about someone eating her ham, which she loves. It is implied that Ben has eaten it. She is healthy, except for her hearing.

Mom gives grandma, who is now sitting, her medicines. We then see that she had slid down her chair a bit. Mom, and Barbie get up, and go to her. When grandma is touched, she wakes. It was worried that perhaps mom had done something wrong when giving the meds.

(Ali’s dream)

It is one o’clock on Tuesday, and he is giving the disabled students their test. He then comes home, and takes a nap, forgetting about the other students taking their test at two o’clock.

I knock on the door (he locks it), and tell him what time it is, and that he needs to give the test to the other students. He was working on getting up, moving his fingers, but his body was dead weight, and couldn’t get up. I keep knocking, and telling him to get up until he actually does jump up, expecting it to be Tuesday, and to see me.

Resemblance, But No Relation

(Night before, I asked if Master Teachers / Ascended Masters (excluding Jesus) were real)

I, with a handful of people, came to a huge mansion (almost) as big as a castle. It had been empty for some time. There was a mist of fog covering around the top. This was the model home (as when a new development of homes are built).

The master bedroom was up on the top floor. Not knowing how it would look, someone grabbed both doors, and quickly opened them in anticipation. It was beautiful, and untouched.

Once inside the room, I wasn’t too sure about how solid the floor was. It did hold a bed, but knew that at some point, it would need to be worked on because it felt a bit “spongy”.

There were two small rectangular windows, one above each side, with a dark wood “door” covering each, which could be lifted up to be able to see outside.

Jon was there, and as he was lying on a / the bed, he accidentally broke a rail (?) that was attached to the left side (when standing).

We then decided to go down the circular stairway to see check out the rest of the house.

I was somewhere, with someone who looked like Kyle. Kyle was rolled in, on a hospital bed, and I mentioned to someone else how much they resemble each other, but are not related. Kyle didn’t notice me, and I also mentioned how I didn’t want to get his attention in case it might agitate / upset him. I also had the knowledge that he had already passed on.

(Ali’s dream from April 28, 2014)

He had gone back to Somalia, and his family wondered why he had done so, calling him crazy for doing so. People there were attempting to kill him, so he hid under a bed (remember, he’s in Somalia), which wasn’t helping. He ran all the way to the border, crossing over into Kenya. He looked bone thin. There were some people who fed him. He eventually made it back to America.

I Found It Funny

(Night before, I asked if the angels of healing, etc… were real.)

Two older famous men, in a silent (home) movie, conversing with each other.

Ali, and I, are at a department store. We are where people come to pickup, or return. There is a huge sailing yacht, 1/4(?) size of actual, leaning on its left (when looking from front). It is in the middle of the floor, along with other things for sale.

There is a couple there, the man returning a model sized yacht. He has it in a flat manila envelope. I wonder how it could be in there. He puts some white packing tape across it, and places it on a pedestal, waiting for a worker to come service / help him.

He is conversing with another man (with a bit of Asian in him?), who is sitting, and says he bought this yacht for $119. Ali, who us standing by the outside doors, and I look at each other in amazement at that amount.

Ali says something about that if this man returns his yacht, Ali will give the money to the man sitting down. This man says that would be very kind of Ali to do that.

In the evening, there is a pregnant woman (4 – 5 months) running a short distance to catch the bus to take her a short distance. Someone mentions how she didn’t want to walk. The pregnant woman, tired, agrees.

I get picked up by this same woman(?) in her Lexus SUV. I am in the backseat, on the passenger side. A young man is in the front passenger seat. Ali doesn’t get in. As she drives away, I look back, wanting to say to her, “What about him?”, but then think that maybe he stayed because he had something else to do.

There is a tear in the leather at the top of the seat next to me. The lady mentions she wants to get a new vehicle. Something from outside, sharp, has reached inside, scraping across the leather, causing no damage, as she drives past (as if a branch had come in the window).

The lady says this street is usually the first to swindle (but another term) someone, but this time, it was ok.

There was a section of the road that dipped down, bending slightly to the left. I was thinking how it reminded me of the dream I had had where the road was steep, but we were going up.

Someone is talking about a computer program, for people who are looking for a job, that fills out all the information for you, on multiple forms, at once, allowing for the person to fill out multiples of applications.

As the speaker is ending, another scene starts showing several high school students cleaning inside a zoo enclosure, where the birds are, as one of their classes. They are wearing tank tops and shorts because it’s hot, and steamy in there. There is a blonde girl, a guy, or two, and a black girl. The sweat is more visible on the skin of the black girl.

There are also firemen there, and their truck. The firemen are teasing around with the blonde. She has soap on her left arm, using a big circular sponge to clean her arm, teasingly, because of the sweat. The black girl is raking(?) around a fountain that is in the middle if the enclosure.

A bare-chested guy lays down, so that his knees are bent, taking someone’s place, seeing if that person will notice.

I am at my parents house, in their bed/bathroom. My parents want to use their car (I had been using it in waking life), so I told them I had left it at a storage / parking structure, and that I had left it unlocked. My dad said that Ali needs to know of all the cleaning, and fixing up, the car needs. I was thinking, besides the scratches that are there (from when he drove), there wasn’t much to clean / fix up.

As they went to get the car, I took a shower. The bathroom was huge, like the size of a hotel conference room, but rectangular in size. There was a window in the middle of the wall looking out to the street. There was a house / business across where people would be able to see in the bathroom. Before taking the shower, back against the other wall, I closed a huge curtain (hotel size, or perhaps theatre size), going from left to right, for privacy.

After taking the shower, I had needed to use the toilet, but this bathroom, because if its size, was also a public space. People would come, and go. A brother (only in the dream) even came to sit by the toilet to eat, facing toward the back wall.

There were several young guys coming over for an event at the house, parking their trucks where the closets (to the right if window) were. The closets were such that they were in a hallway behind a wall. I wondered how they were able to park their. I went over to take a look, and only saw a wide enough space for one person, as if it had originally been a bigger space, but had been cut down to make more room for the rest of the bathroom. Seems also that there may have been a board leaning from to the left.

After seeing only this small space, and not seeing the vehicles, I then wondered where they were.

Across the street, at the house / business, an ambulance had arrived, with a female EMT. She was getting a gurney ready. Over on this side, someone started up the black SUV(?) that belonged to the person with the health issue. A couple other EMT’s arrived, and a mother and child related to the person called for, walked to the right. The people inside the bathroom hurried over to the window. After a couple of seconds they left the window, going back to what they were doing. I told a guy to close the curtain.

A lady asked me if I still wanted to use the toilet. I said I would if my brother didn’t mind, who was still there, but decided I would wait, and use another one.

I was watching a cartoon children’s movie. A little girl, and a man, were walking, holding hands, she on his left. The camera was his vision, looking down at the girl. He was saying something, when she came out with, ” I’m a taser kind of girl myself.” I chuckled at this because of how she said it, and her timing of saying it. I mentioned to something there with me that I thought it was funny.