Feel the Empty Space

(Night before I asked why I was called “The Mother”)

A guy was cozying up with me, talking with me. I realized that I hadn’t brushed my teeth yet, but didn’t worry too much about it since he didn’t seem to notice / be affected by it.

Someone, Ali ?, mentioned that I hadn’t brushed my teeth, so I told him that I had been chewing (minty) gum.

My top left tooth, next to my “fang”, came out. I was looking behind it, where there was some of my gums (normal, supposed to be there), to figure out why it would come off / out. I saw a tiny white spot at the top left corner, and thought that might be the reason.

I attempted to put it back, like a nail (not pushing it up in the gums), but it wouldn’t stay. I then let it go, and figured that Ali will have to live with me like this.

I put my lip down, and it felt weird to feel the empty space.

A young teenage girl, with shoulder (blade) length brown hair, had a boyfriend, came from a wealthy family, and was enjoying life.

One day she found out that she had a certain type of skin cancer. A couple of days later, she was looking at her face in the mirror, with boyfriend behind her, and mentioned that she saw a sign of it showing up on her face.

She lived with a lot of ladies, relatives?, and had a lot of dogs (not seen, but knew).

There was a festival in town, and she went to enjoy it while she could. Someone asked where her boyfriend was.

She “skated” down a cement curved slope. The scene continued to the left, showing several different groups of people showcasing their own entertainment / talents, like a parade, but they were stationary.

I saw a group of people singing the Star Spangled Banner song in a dunked up version / way. Next to them were ladies doing a dance routine with those things they throw up in the air.

This girl had become a bit weaker, but still happy. She had just sold a shirt, or clothes, and was holding a wad of cash in her hands, looking at it. She had some tears, but was smiling, because of what she had planned to do with it for her family. She was wearing black and white striped clothes, with varying widths.

(From Nov. 17, 2014)

A lady loved getting tore up / mangled by dogs, and would get paid for it. She didn’t have any ambulances around, but had two people who were there to help clean and bandage her wounds.

There were black baby kittens on a small slope of a hill, but they were balls, like when fish lay eggs. Someone was moving them, attempting to scoop them up, but not using the scoops nearby, so they were rolling down, about to drop to their deaths.

I was at a nice, well built, non denominational church, just to see what it was like. There was a man sitting a couple of chairs away from me on my right. He was “teaching”, using a tablet(?). One part, he was talking about politicians, showing faces. I saw Mitt Romney. This man said that Mormon’s don’t matter. He went on to something else, saying again about the Mormon’s. I stopped him, and asked if Mormon’s don’t matter because they are irrelevant to his discussion, or because he doesn’t like them. He started answering by not answering, as he backed his chair away.

A little blonde girl (2 / 3) was then sitting on my lap. Though there were no signs, people knew that she was abused. She was still happy though. She wore a dark dress, with tiny white spots?, and I was rubbing her legs. She wasn’t bothered by that. I then saw hair sticking out of her mouth, and went to take it out. As I went for it, I noticed that the end of her tongue was pierced, and this hair was tied through the hole. She put her tongue back inside, so I wasn’t able to get to it.

(From Nov. 16, 2014)

I was in a class, not for schooling, but like a community one, for fun. One day a light skin Arab man offered to give me, and another woman, a ride home. He dropped her off, then continued on. I was going to tell him that I live in Riverside when he brought out some masking tape (the brown / tan one). I knew what his intentions were, so I got out of there.

I was running in the city, like in New York with the alleys between the businesses, and couldn’t find a place to go. I finally said, out loud, “God, show me a way out”, or something like that. I then saw that I could go down a certain alley.

I went down, and through a door. It was a small rectangular room, like at church for nursing mothers, but there was only a long rectangular mirror on the left, with a counter below it. I debated getting under, but figured he would see me, so I went next to the door so that I would be behind it when he opened it.

After he opened it, and didn’t see me, I heard some ladies voices coming our way, and he closed the door without looking behind.


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).

The Mother

I am standing between benches, turned toward the back, in the chapel of the church, on the right side, speaking with someone. I am wearing an empire waist dress, blue / sea green(?) coloring, maybe some tiny flowers(?). My hair is dark brown / black, but looks natural. I have added some pounds (10-15/20).

A tall, big man walks in at the back. He sees me, and walks to the left toward a lady, to ask about me. Jovially / happily, she says, “Oh, the Mother”, and brings him to me, which by now I’m near the front on the left side, and introduces him to me. He reminds me of Kyle, intriguing me. I tell him, yes, I am a mother, thinking about my two children, thus the weight. Later on, though, I realize / tell myself that I don’t have any children.

This man has a Polish last name, with the weird spelling. He is funny, having previously been on SNL. His singing is beautiful, to almost being of an operatic quality, seeing him sitting where the choir sits, in the top row.

At one point, I am walking through a hallway, in the church, with him, and others, behind me. I’m having a bit of a difficult time walking, but not struggling, with a smile on my face when I look back.

There are some cards with names inside. Don’t know what for. I see mine, and the big guys together, mine having his last name. A man says it’s because he always sees us together.

I’m sitting outside, by a round table with an umbrella(?), watching two dark black bald men, who are about 20 yards away, get situated. I’m wondering what the big guy would say / do if he saw me looking, but also thinking it wouldn’t bother him too much.

I had put a sleeping bag outside, in the back, but forgot about it. Next thing I know, it’s raining, and Steve, as a young boy (11?), is in it. A church leader, who isn’t physically there, but can see him, asked how he is doing. Steve responded that he is fine, except for the fact that he can’t feel his fingers / hands, and toes / feet. He then covers himself. There is a small grave next to him, with something buried.

There is a line of Asian men, wearing black suits, holding red umbrellas, on the side of a mountain. I only see the faces of the first couple of them, as I see them from above. I don’t know where they came from, where they are going, or how many there are, as I assume that they go around the corner.

(From Oct. 26, 2014)

A tall, big man, who likes me, and wants to get involved, picked me up so that my back was against his left arm, and my legs over his right.

I’m worried about him being able to hold my weight, but then concluded that he could because of his stature.

(From Oct. 25, 2014)

I’m outside, taking a test. My teacher is Bishop Powers. He is enjoying the day, and is enjoying it so much, that he becomes overheated, and needs to lie down on a table. I mention to him, “I thought you had learned from last time”, or something to that effect.

While taking the test, we were able to freely converse with each other. I was one of the last two to finish. The test papers were more like a thin book stapled(?) together, and the pages were of varying shapes, sizes, and maybe colors. The questions themselves also weren’t thought out well. One of the last ones wanted me to put in order several animals, stacked upon each other, which included a hummingbird, turtle, and a cat. The longer I looked at this, more animals seemed to show up.

A guy appeared, as I was finishing, who sat as close to me as he could, on the right side, in an affectionate way. He looked a combination of Eddie Vedder, and a 7th grade t.a. We had taken a previous class together, and knew each other from that, but didn’t do anything outside of that class.

He told me he was from Provo, Utah, and he was what is known / called “Nu Essence”. He then took out, from his right pants pocket, what looked like a small jewelry box, and then got on the ground next to me, facing me. He said he was what was called “Level(?)”, which I might have heard of / about. I told him no, I hadn’t. He then started to explain. (I woke as he was doing so.)

As he was on the ground, I assumed that he was going to ask me to marry him. I was thinking I would tell him that we hardly know each other, but I was considering saying yes. I was also going to tell him that I would give him an answer the next day, as I needed to discuss this with Ali.

(From Oct. 24, 2014)

Ali was gone for several days, for something, and my dad was here with me. Shortly after going to bed, the alarm went off. I went to check it out, and by the time I got to it, it was turned off, and a guy from church in Moreno Valley was there. He came because some of the floor, in the kitchen(?), needed to be removed and replaced. I saw water underneath the house. He then left, but I told him the floor needed to be fixed, and he said it would be. Another guy, also from church in Moreno Valley, showed up to fix it.

The alarm was in a closet, and I saw writing, in black ink, written by a lady. Ali had smudged some of it, maybe so I couldn’t read it?

We had a large round, globe sized, chandelier, and two men were fixing the lights / lighting.

I was reading, in a newspaper(?), “The life you are to have will be”, or something along those lines.

Dad asked about death, if whether now, or at the end life, or both. I said both.

(From Oct. 23, 2014)

A female is parked in a white car, backed up. Not in a lot, but more like under an empty overpass. I don’t see her. She is frantic, on the phone to 911. She is telling the operator that a man is coming after her. The operator knows about this man.

The man, in a car, backs up to her car, speeding, crunching hers, then takes off.

I’m standing on the passenger side, by the back, a ways back. I see her falling out in two, but she is not a body, but more like two burnt circles. I think someone comes with something to cover her.

Black family, mostly women in their 50’s / 60’s, leave church early, as one of them is in a wheelchair, and they don’t want the other people to get in the way.

David Bowie is there, dressed warmly in a dark sweater. I ask him if Iman is ok with him being Mormon. He acknowledges yes.

We (including?) are at Oprah’s house, looking at her collectibles collection. She has some life-sized statues from different movies. She also has some things of Einstein.

I am riding in a rail train, with no top, with somebody else, inside this room. Looking down, I mention that the rail isn’t there, but then I see it.

I’m in Alan Alda’s bedroom, standing at the end, to the left (if on the bed). I think there might also be an orangey cat.

Alan is on the right side of the bed. He has on those square glasses with the big black frames. He is wearing striped pajamas, but I see that they are see through, and see what looks like white shorts underneath.

His wife is next to him, sitting up, with shorts on. She is skinny, so much so, that I can see a bone sticking out of her left leg, up by the hips. She has really short hair, and I wonder if she is gay. There are several different colored striped pajamas on the end of the bed between them.

Alan puts his arm over her stomach / chest area, bringing her down, wanting to get frisky with her. She mentions that I am there. I know they do other things, read, when I’m not there.

(Didn’t realize I had so much to write.)

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.

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.

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.


David Wolfe looked poor/ homeless. His hair had the beginnings of being greasy / oily. He was at my grandmas house, in the front yard. He was pulling out sections of grass, like a carpet, and moving them back and forth, like someone who doesn’t know what he is doing. He was wanting to take a piece, to take back to where he lived, without being noticed.

At one corner, there was a handle underneath, to help him move the piece. The grass was growing under the piece (I said it looks like carpet). I thought to myself, “Oh, that’s how it grows.” There was a hole under this piece.

Something about a fluffy puppy, going poop, and me holding it for a while as it slept.

Something about someone’s hair, and looking for (a) bobby pin(s).

I was holding David while he slept, outside of a building, my left arm behind his back. His last name is now Russian. His skin turns dark like an India Indian when he sleeps, but lightens up when he wakes.

When he wakes, I make some funny faces, and then laugh.

Robert Mailhouse walks past us, on the sidewalk. He also looks poor / homeless. The back of his neck is covered with a tattoo.

Another actor is walking behind him, holding a small blonde boy. He also looks the same.

A boy, 10(?), walks around a corner of bushes, 10 yards away(?), past us, toward the building. I ask David, “Isn’t that your brother?” He responds, “In-law.” This boy had the same last name. I Kinda pushed David forward a little so the boy would look, but he kept walking

A blonde woman, buxom some, with some weight, comes out from the building, behind us, to the right. She says to me,” Oh, look what you bought”, attempting to be pleasant, then went back in.

Rihanna, and Nicki Minaj, were wearing theatrical makeup for everyday use. Rihanna had dark eyes, with dark brown, exaggerated smudged(?) lines under her eyes.

Nicki’s makeup looked like a geisha, but instead of white, she used different shades of pink, which didn’t go to her hairline, but looked more like a mask.

The Queen is Coming

I’m looking at an outside concert (Britney Spears?) audience. I see a small portion of barbed wire in the back. A young man is sitting on a couple of the barbs, leaning forward, so that you see his back.

He then straightens, pulling back a little. He had stuck the barbs, one on each side, in his groin area, the space between the top of his leg, and his privates. He screams, not from pain, but out of accomplishment. Nothing came out of the holes.

I am at a place where I work, and there are a couple of Brian’s (20 something, but still a child mentality) things that he needed to come back and get.

I am looking at tumblr. I see a gif post that has been blended using two separate ones. On the left, a young woman is standing at the top of a ladder, sprinkling, by hand, some “fairy” dust over another girl below, who is on the right side.

A man, behind a counter (was I shopping?), tells me that he likes the small lock (bracelet size) on the front of my sweats (where usually tie). I think I smiled, wanted to say that my boyfriend (Ali) gave the sweats to me, and the lock came with them.

A young woman is excited. She is talking about ? She is wearing a light / sky blue very formal dress / gown, as if she is royalty. I, or someone else, tells her that the queen is coming. She stops talking, with her mouth open still. I sense she is feeling a little worry / concern.

(Ali’s dream)

We go down to San Diego, around 5 / 6 in the evening. I wait at Starbucks while he goes to a mosque that some guys invited him to.

He gets there late (I’m just writing what he told me), during prayers. He gets in line, praying to the East, which is to the left. They have to pray four times, and he gets there at three, so has to do two on his own. When he finishes, he is facing South, straight ahead. This causes commotion.

Some guys ask him if he’ll help out with a guy who has been arrested. He says, no, that he doesn’t want to get involved. He later finds out that it was a setup.

He comes back to where I am, wanting to go back home. I suggest that we stay a little, relax, and have some passion tea.

(From Sept. 14, 2014

I angrily tell Micalanne, either to her face, or in her direction, that she’s an f-ing b.


(From Sept. 9, 2014 Ali’s dream)

We were lying in bed, snuggling, and comforting each other.

(From Sept. 10, 2014)

I was driving, on hill, on a Sunday. A car was coming in my direction, on the other side. Nervously, I was thinking that there could be a possibility of hitting that car.

I was driving / walking around a corner (clockwise) of a block, having greenery around it. As I got to the “6 o’clock” spot, looking in front of me, toward “12 o’clock”, looking from the middle to front, I see the Titanic going down. The front is dipping below the water. People are screaming. I have the thought that those first people who hit the water will have a better chance of surviving, since they won’t have the suction of the ship to pull them down. Even though I am not there, I have the thought that I am going to join them. I have a little panic / anxiety, but know there isn’t anything I can do to change the situation.

I’m in a room next to a bigger, basketball court shaped, room. I see a black person with short, fluffy hair, like Cree Summer, with medium-sized ringlets. The color was copper / brass. I didn’t know if this was fe/male.

This person’s full name (which I knew) had the initials of R. O. B., so people would call this person Rob. I then realized (came closer to me?) this was a female.

I have a red Tupperware(?) plate with two plump chicken breasts. They are warm / hot, so I give them to Lana to put them away for me to let them cool off first.

When I go in the bigger room to eat them, they are not there. Blake Griffin is standing next to a stage, eating, with plate on stage, back toward me.

I ask where the breasts are, and he says that (rapper / hip hop) has taken it. I become a bit upset at Lana for not setting them aside for me.

I then see Rob making the last two of some pancakes, and then Blake has them on his plate. I walk over to him, asking while walking, if I could have those since I haven’t eaten, and he has. As I finish the question, he takes a bite. I then say, out loud or thought?, nevermind.

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.