Going Home 

(From March 27, 2015)

Theresa Caputo was here at RCC. A boy was also, I think. Her dad, and film crew were here. The college buildings looked more like a university. We were waiting to go in a building. I wasn’t sure whether to go up to her, or not, to ask a question, but I finally did. I asked her if we dream about something, water, does it always mean the same? She said yes. 

We were finally able to get in. There was a small stairway to the right, with a wall around it, to get upstairs. I went over to use them, but it was a tight squeeze, so I didn’t use them (I had to go sideways). 

We were in a theater auditorium to watch a production. There were people sitting in the first several rows in front of the stage. There was then a divider space for people to walk. There was caution tape blocking / reserving the first few rows of the seats behind the space, so I sat in the seat to very right, behind the sectioned off ones. Theresa hadn’t sat yet, and was telling me to move up. I wanted to say that I didn’t have a loud voice like hers (what does that have to do with moving seats?). 

There were children (sitting behind me) with goodie bags from whatever was going on at the school. 

There was a pond of dark water, with green moss(?) on top. A dolphin suddenly appeared, but didn’t bring its head up and out. Theresa, and a boy, jumped in. 

(From April 21, 2015)

I’m a missionary, but I’m with either Baptists or Born Again Christian’s. My mission is coming to an end. I’m going home in May. 

(From April 24, 2015)

Sasha Denton (don’t know anyone with this name)

John Ritter

(From March 22, 2015)

John Ritter(?) is fishing. He’s standing at the back of the boat. There is netting over / covering him. He has caught 3 fish. They are lined up on the rod, vertically, sideways, like a flag. A friend passes by, and he shows them off. He then gets a service call to go (help) fix whatever he fixes. Before he leaves, he coughs. After he leaves, a rock is shown with specks of blood. This is the beginning of his death. 

(From March 25, 2015 Ali’s dream)

His mother, and he, were having a conversation. 

Abdul and Ali, two guys from Somalia, both dead, were attempting to intimidate Ali. He finally told them to f— off. They were shocked, and scared, and took off. 

(From March 26, 2015)

I couldn’t understand what the person on the phone was saying, but they had called for Juli. I don’t remember if I mentioned it to mom, but she had gotten on the phone while I went to tell Juli that the person had mentioned something about putting someone (animal) down. She then had recognition in / on her face. 

I’m Not a Mother 

(From March 20, 2015)

We had something delivered from a thrift store. Along with it was a blue baby shoe. It had the company’s tag, along with a white tag with 13 on it. 

I wanted to go back to the store to find the other one. (Why didn’t I return the one I had?) When I got to the store, it was at the church. I wanted to start on the right side (chapel in top middle). 

I saw a couple jewelry boxes, and when I opened them, the “diamond” had come off, but still there. 

I found a tool where I could change the opening, at the top (like a monkey wrench). I showed it to John (D. I. ) because I knew he be interested, which he was. 

Someone showed me a pink baby shoe, with silky ribbon for the tie. I mentioned that wasn’t it, but a blue baby shoe that was like it. I didn’t mention that it had a regular tie. 

(Ali’s dream)

I was on a track, having to jump over obstacles. I was in front, Ali behind me. No one else was able to jump, and some black women were complaining about having to jump. 

(From March 21, 2015)

I’m in the cultural hall at church by the stage. There is a curtain semi around me. I am taking a shower, with my underwear on. The ceiling sprinklers come on. No one shows up for a while. A man finally shows up. I’m wondering what took so long for him to show, and the sprinklers came on when there’s no fire. 

I was looking at a black piece of paper, with white writing on it, on both sides with the middle empty. It was about the zodiac sign of Gemini. I heard Cher’s voice reading it. 

(From March 27, 2015)

I’m walking into Relief Society, going to sit by my mom. Excitedly, she said, “Happy birthday! Happy Mothers Day!” I then say, “But, I’m not a mother.” Suzanne (from church when I was a teenager.)

(From March 18, 2015)

Kyle, and I, are lying in (separate?) bed (house in my teenage years). He said something to me about checking the food under the desk. I look, and see a box of food with cockroaches crawling over it. There are some tabby cats under his bed (on the right), at the end, and they also have cockroaches crawling on them. 

Stability of the Building 

(From March 11, 2015)

I am lying next to a man, naked, on a bed. I am on the right side. He slowly starts to roll over to get on top of me. I say no, and immediately get up and dressed. 

I am holding someone’s baby, and need to give it a bath. 

There is a pool of water that is cleaning itself. 

I am in a building, not sure what floor, maybe top?, and I’m thinking it wasn’t made all too well. I’m not sure how long it’ll stand, even though the others have no problem walking around. 

There is a guy who has a cough, like a lingering cough. He wants to go to get it checked out. He has to wait, but he eventually does. I’m thinking that when he goes, he could mention the stability of the building. I don’t say it. 

Deborah (pronounce each syllable, ex coworker) is there. 

I mention to someone that if my hairs ( on my arm) were gone, my arm would look like a white snake. 

(From March 19, 2015)

I’m driving a car, speeding down a hill, brakes not working. I don’t hit anyone, or get in an accident, but others on the road do. 

The road finally evens w, but I’m still speeding. At one point, I can’t see what’s ahead, as if I was continually going around a bend. 

There’s a field that I’m finally able to go to to slow down. 

I Have Been Training 

(From March 6, 2015)

I was watching tv somewhere, standing. The beginning of a show was starting, and Kyle was there, in it. I commented to someone, “Can you believe it’s been 3 years (since he passed)?” (He passed in ’08.)

(From March 9, 2015)

The old neighbor was going to move to a house on 21st street (which, in the dream, was around the same area) on the 28th. 

(From March 10, 2015)

Tastes like chocolate. Ketchup and lemon pudding (side by side, not mixed together). Only I took a taste. I only tasted the ketchup, so I said so, and that it tastes good. 

Chumbawamba. I say that I have their song on tape. 

(Ali’s dream)

We are in a race. I am in the lead, passing the others at the beginning, speeding so fast that my feet barely touch the ground. Ali is behind me. My hair is in a ponytail. I am wearing a red shirt, blue shorts, and fancy / colorful shoes. 

After we finish, we are barely breathing / breathing normal. After the others finish, they ask how I / we did it. I tell them that I have been training. I also mention food. 

Bluff it anyway 

(From Jan. 2015 Ali’s dream)

(I had told him about Aurora Borealis, which he had never heard of before, the night before)

He is in water, attempting to grab some color that is there, but is not able to. There is a bridge, and the color floats over to it, and gets stuck. I keep telling him to grab it. I am finally able to. He has family there as well. 

(From March 2, 2015)

Kyle was sitting on the ground with his legs out, not being able to walk because his spleen burst and he was waiting for surgery. I tripped over his legs. 

Grandma takes her cat (didn’t have one) for a walk, wearing a harness. The cat has to be dragged a little. 

I’m in grandma’s house. She doesn’t know I’m there. 

Christmas is in 12 days. (Nothing happened.)

(From March 4, 2015)

An older lady, named Vimian, is in the hospital. It was possible that she wouldn’t make it. 

(From March 5, 2015)

I was very happy, enjoying life. I was thinking about the conversation I had with Ali the night before about people being intimidated by others who think highly of themselves, even only if they think they’re cute. I didn’t care if people were intimidated by me (I never have). 

Zac, and I, were in water. Part of it was dark. He was young, no more than 5 / 6. We were in the dark side, but he didn’t like it and wanted to be on the clear side, so we moved. 

We had a quiz about SpongeBob with us, but neither of us knew the answers because we hadn’t seen it. We were / I was going to bluff it anyway. 

Open Book 

(From Jan. 11, 2015)

Snowball (poodle looking dog) is wearing a brace covering his neck, and body, which looks like his skeleton. It is orange (?). He had just come back home from a dog “school”. I was thinking that that would be a place where I could work. 

Judy had made a gre/ay sweater for Lorelei, who was overcome with emotion by the gesture. 

I was standing in water (don’t think I was wet), at a beach, about a mile out. The bottom was still fairly flat / shallow that far out. There are coastal homes along the shore, looking all the same, lined up. 

I am looking at a monument / sculpture replica that was made, of gold, and placed there, in honor of those pioneers (from the late 1800’s) who had lost their lives while on the same vessel, going to the shore, from water rising over them, and engulfing them. The vessel is an open book, sideways so that the left side page is towards the shore. The left side may be standing, or halfway closed at an angle. On the right side was a phonograph , as if this was a Braille book. Below the book was an open platform for people to stand. I was watching the water come up to it, and splash against it, without incident. After a couple of times though, it came up, and over. I thought to myself, “Oh, I see”‘ or something like that. 

I then started back to shore. The water was building a wave, coming towards me, instead of going to the shore, to break upon itself. I then saw that I had just barely made it to where I was at the top of the wave, so that it would crash behind me, and I could continue on. 

(From Jan. 16, 2015)

RCC (Riverside Community College) is the most dangerous in the country, and has the most dangerous character in California. 

Cher, with strong legs, being a co-leader of a group, having fun inside a castle. 

People sometimes hear a woman singing inside this castle / mansion. One old man, a long time ago, got curious, found her, and had a heart attack from what he saw. I wanted to investigate the singing. 

Elevator , and shaft, made of wood because it was still being worked on, and the actual one hadn’t been installed yet. I was going down. 

Soft metal that was malleable, shaped in toy military figures (not people), and bigger figures replicating the smaller. Looking at the small ones, they looked like something kinda disturbing happened, so I said that I wasn’t going to go look at the bigger ones. 

I’m on a wheel, like a water wheel, going down, thinking that I need to get off so I don’t die. Seems there was a metal piece going across, like packing tape (?), down below, and whatever was on the wheel gets squished. There was finally a spot where I could jump off, to my left, on to a wooden platform, with a hole in the middle. 

There was a small open book store inside this castle / mansion (like those small neighborhood ones). The castle (yes, the building itself) had information for me, but was worried people might think I was crazy. I said to it, “You’re cute”, and that the guy standing there looking through a book will probably think I was talking to him. 

Impersonators

(From Dec. 30, 2014 Ali’s dream)

There were two police impersonators here who wanted to handcuff Ali. We were telling them that they can’t do this. Ali asked where their badges were. I said something about having them on video. They left, and we were going to report them. I said that I needed to get one of my shoes. 

(From Jan. 3, 2014 Ali’s dream)

I was bowling, up on a stage of a huge arena. My sisters were there, wanting to participate. I told them, being bossy, that they had to be in shape, giving them time limits to lose weight to be able to participate. They were shocked that I would say this in public, and they didn’t know what to do.

 Some Ethiopian ladies wanted to participate, saying that they were foreigners. I told them that that didn’t matter. They were also shocked. 

Someone asked me how I learned to play, and I replied that I just knew. 

(From Jan. 2, 2014)

Ali, and I, were walking among a crowd at night. He tells me to walk faster, knowing that there’s a guy somewhere behind us who he knows, not wanting to hear / listen about Moses. 

(From Jan. 8, 2014)

I’m sitting in a room, with a lady next to my left, who I apparently know. There is also a lady standing in front of me. Looking at me, she (standing) sees a different person, within me, with big black eyes, not in a creepy way. 

So Close

Back door is open, in the evening, and there’s a chance a man may come through and murder. The area by the door is dark. There are two people who were going to stay, but have found another place instead. Keeping the animals by the door for protection / sacrifice for us.

The word Somalia.

Cathy(from church), and I, are at a conference(?) in Dallas. It is over for the day. I find out that Cathy has turned gay, and her partner is Esther (ex-coworker). They haven’t seen each other for a while, and so they go back to the hotel, and the lights go out. I want to ask Cathy is she ever feels guilty.

An oil owner wants us (me & ?) to use his oil. It goes across the land in a line toward railroad tracks. He wants us to “dip” into the oil to use it. We don’t because there is a huge (wide & long, like an oak tree) dark wood pole being driven next to the railroad tracks in search for oil. There is a train passing by while this is happening. The pole is so close, I’m worried it’ll damage / disrupt / bump up the tracks, and harm the people.

Why Am I Doing This?

Owner of home is letting newspapers collect on front lawn, six of which are out of the plastic, in two rows of three side-by-side, lying flat. Sprinklers come on, getting all of them wet,

I am in the Middle East. The men, and women, are able to be together. I am thinking how it wouldn’t / didn’t make sense to have them separated.

People are sitting at desks (think school) next to each other, or front to front.I kept getting up, and walking over the desks to go check on something. Eventually, after doing this several times, I ask myself, “Why am I doing this?”

One such instance of doing so, on my way back to my desk, I notice a man with his desk face front with the desk in front of him. he is bringing the other desk closer to him, as if it wasn’t already.  The person in the other desk, a man / male, is crippled. I am supposing the man is bringing the desks closer in case the crippled man needs help.