King of the Mountain / End of the Line

(From June 19, 2015)

Some men were over, fixing the SmartTV so that it’ll stop crashing. There was a black box, from inside, that was out, hanging by the cords. The men explained what they were doing, but don’t remember what they said. One man had a small lightbulb under his left nostril. It wasn’t real, and wasn’t touching him. It was more like it had been drawn there. 

King of the Mountain from Midnight Oil 

(From June 20, 2015)

Flying / going over a mansion in Alaska, that I wouldn’t mind having. There was greenery covering it. It was at the end of a cul – de – sac(?). It was the shape of a rectangle, with the ends coming out. The left side (when facing the front) was facing the street. About 100 feet, roughly, in front of it, there was an elementary school, with the playground, with a bunch of different things to play on (and children?), in front. 

Behind the mansion were several other mansions, facing the same direction, but over to the right (when facing the front). They seemed as if in the backyard of the first. I thought that they were too close, but that I could handle it. 

End of the Line by the Traveling Wilbury’s. 

(From July 2, 2015 First dream where I woke up, and then continued dream when back asleep)

An Arab / Middle Eastern man had scheduled to have every white person in the community / city to be killed. I am in a room with a man, and maybe some family. The man slyly signals to me that I would be ok / saved (because I’m pregnant?). 

The next morning, the people are walking to the area where the killing is to take place. They are walking as if going to an event, knowing where they are going. 

Another man (involved with the killing) in the room leaves , around 7/8 , in the morning still. We then leave. The man then takes me to another white room, where we will be safe. 

I am now in a vehicle, but still in the same room (?), and looking behind me. I see 4 horses, in a trailer, side by side. The first, third, and fourth are facing away from me. The fourth one is facing the same direction because it’s bigger, and is able to fit. 

(From July 3, 2015)

Sioki’s, an Asian music group. (Don’t know of any.) I heard the music, techno(?), while seeing the cd cover. 

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. 

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. 

Killed

(From Nov. 19, 2014)

Ali, and I, were going to go somewhere, but he wanted to stop at a corner house in the neighborhood where loud music is played (isn’t one). I don’t know how, but they killed him. When he got to the hospital, a guy who used to be his student, was there, and because of the respect this guy had for Ali, he was telling, straightaway, the others what to do / get.

I was feeling down because of this, and was somewhere where I saw Kyle, and he was going to get married to someone else. I was wondering why he wasn’t / wouldn’t get married to me. If only he was getting married to me.

Dale Bryson (don’t know anyone by this name)

(Ali’s dream)

The Mexican neighbor, and the guy who has been working here, broke into the house. We didn’t see them. They broke through the glass sliding doors, with shattered pieces everywhere. I saw a flashlight that was still on, and knew it was them who did this. Ali got on the phone to the police.

(From Dec. 4, 2014)

The Strangest Secret had a section about black history, which in turn had a section titled, “Who Holds Your Money, Part 1”.

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.)

Scared To See

(Night before, I asked, what delivery went well?)

I’m with someone, or several people, seeing a military plane (real skinny with long pointed nose) on a level area, pointing to the left, at the bottom, or near, of an ocean. It’s still in working order, the government having a military outpost here, so that they are close enough to the middle of the earth, so that they can send out a bomb, to the core, and blow up the earth. I mention that if I were to come upon this plane, while under water, I would be scared to see it because of how big it is.

There is a Mexican(?) family, mom, dad, and young teen daughter (with long black hair?), who live on the second story of an apartment building. The daughter is playing with a blanket sized piece of plastic, hanging from the railing.

Military men, dressed in black, and carrying a rifle(?), are running, to the left, to a fight / war (not sure). They are running through a short grassy meadow(?).

The Mexican family is with them, but running to the left of them, like in a “V” direction. There is a person, standing in the top middle of the “V”, making sure the men are going in the correct direction. This person is watching this family, not moving.

The family goes through the middle of a building, as if there were a tunnel, but the entrance was covered, not a door, but something thick as a door, but flexible.

When they were on the other side, I realized that it was their apartment building they went through, and that they were defecting.

Looking up, I saw the plastic still hanging, and pointed it out to them. They are not able to go back in, and get their things, for fear it could be dangerous. Seems though that the daughter was able to keep something of hers.

I see miniature horses, and small dogs(?), hooked up to sleighs, with people. They are leaving the area, taking a path that looks like the left turn of a track.

I see a man, looking like Bill Murray, gliding through the middle of them, like a skier / ice skater. He is wearing thick-soled, colorful thong sandals. I know that once he gets so far, he’ll have to start walking.

(From Oct. 6, 2014)

Briana is swimming in ice cream. She went in with her clothes on, taking them off, except bra and underwear, when she is under, and left them there, underneath. She decides to float on her back, her stomach sticking out.

Out of the ice cream, I notice she has a tattoo, on the outside of her forearm, of the name Steve. The letters look like balloons / bubbles, with different colors inside the letters, backed with a black background.

She has another tattoo, the f word(?), but the f is replaced with other letters.

(Ali’s dream)

He is in a huge building, dressed in camouflage, black boots, and military circular hat. Men are shooting at him, but Ali is quicker, shooting them first, using a pistol / glock and killing them. The men are mostly Arabs, with some Somali’s, terrorist’s, and maybe some Hispanic’s.

The building is like a maze as he runs from them. He then sees that he has to jump to make it to the roof / terrace, where there is greenery / grass. He starts to run to the right, but I am on the left, wearing shorts, telling him that it’s this way, running fast the whole way, with me in front.

The roof / terrace slopes down, then back up, being hilly, finally reaching to a valley below. The greenery continues to the end.

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.

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.

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.