I asked, “Why does the entity keep entering me?” I dreamt of being in a classroom after the class, in church. I think I was in England because all, or mostly all, had the accent.
There were quite a few pregnant women, and a young tall one with long blonde hair, just above the hips, who looked like she was still a teenager.
There was a tall woman who I recognized (from the streets?) who had two boys (teens?). She was standing by the door, facing right, talking to another woman. She had cut her short brunette hair so that the back and sides were close to the head.
I dreamt something about listening to (somewhat) loud music on a Sunday, and thinking how I get after others (in my head) for doing so.
Ali was there, another female, and others (?). I was listening to the Thompson Twins on a record. Ali was saying something about the quality / thinking it was bad / poor, and suggesting ways to make it better. We told him that it wasn’t a recording / wasn’t recorded.
I dreamt that I was in France, staying with a woman. I asked her when I was going back home. She said that I was going back (on) May 28. I repeated that several times, asking her, to make sure I heard correctly because I had thought that I was only going to be there for two weeks.
(From June 13, 2018 Staying Away)
I dreamt that I was in a glass booth / room / office with a robot who was playing music. There were other people there, outside of the booth. He may have been playing for them, or not.
I was asking him what he wanted. He wasn’t answering so Michelle Obama and Joe Biden’s wife showed up, walking through a door on the outside on the other side on the left. They were humbly coming to ask forgiveness (?) of / from this robot.
A baby boy suddenly appeared on the robot’s left side, in a suit, and slid across a bench into a small seat where another baby was sitting. The baby looked like Bryce.
I started becoming emotional when I realized that the robot wanted me to have a child so this other baby could have a friend.
In my head I then heard two knocks on my door and a man telling me, “We’ll guide / glide you into it.”
I dreamt that Ali suggested going to Utah, and I said, “No. I’m staying away from that state because of her.”
I dreamt that the Utah girl’s breasts were smaller than mine.