Zombies

I was in a small pool (murky water?) with two other girls. A soak went below the surface. I wanted to get it before it did so, but wasn’t able to.

One of the girls undid the tie to my bathing suit /bikini (don’t know which it was), then brought the top down enough to show my breasts. I was worried that she would see my little bit of (blonde) chest hair. She didn’t say anything, and didn’t act as if something was out of the ordinary.

She told me to slap my breasts against the water. I told her that I would not.

I am somewhere where some 20-something’s were talking about bestiality. One guy mentioned an elephant. I was going to speak up against this behavior, but didn’t, possibly because I didn’t know them.

(From Nov. 3, 2014)

As I’m walking in front of the neighbor’s house (to our left), towards Ali’s house, I notice that the house is empty. I think to myself, “Ah, that’s why they haven’t been around.” As I’m back inside the house, I see about 4 ladies from church in the kitchen (side of the house), cleaning the last handful of stuff that’s left.

(From Nov. 2, 2014)

There were zombies in a city. People kept going about their lives / duties, but were on guard. The children still had to go to school. The residents were allowed to kill the zombies when coming across them.

I’m leading an exercise class at a gym. We have on our backs what looks like a weighted jet pack, but without the jets, and extra stuff. The cords /straps were black elastic (?). My pack was pink. I still had some weight, but it wasn’t obvious.

(From Nov. 1, 2014)

There was a rainstorm, then cleared up.

(From Oct. 31, 2014)

Ali came home from work, hot from the weather. It was 87(?) degrees outside. I knew that there was going to be another warm / hot day, but then would cool down.

(From Oct. 30, 2014)

There are round bundles of hay, out in a field. They are lined up, front to back, being varying sizes, large to small. About halfway, they curved to the left. They are frozen over.

I am standing a little ways away, and see a horse sliding down, head to the right, eyes closed, not moving. I was worried it would get hurt.

I was standing at the end as it reached the end. It finally fell to the ground, and was okay.

(From Oct. 29, 2014)

I’m walking in the middle of a quad(?) at a college. I’m carrying a lunch(?) box in my right hand. It is shaped so that the handle is at the left end. It is striped with the rasta colors. I’m thinking that Travis(?) will be impressed when he sees it.

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.)

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.

Help Me Hold On

Me, and the old man neighbor, are together at a warehouse that sells plants, and flowers, a nursery. We are resting by the doors, watching the people, which are few. A manager(?), and another employee are doing something behind a counter. (There’s more, but I don’t remember.)

Ali, and I, are walking down a very rocky orange-y / rusty colored hill. About halfway down, I see cars traveling from left to right, on the hill. I see Ali’s vehicle below. Just above the cars, there is a crevice(?). He is able to jump across, and down to the car. He gets in, starts to drive, not leaving. He looks back, waiting for me.

The crevice looks too dangerous for me, so I decide to go back the way we came. I’m not able to get a grip, slowly sliding down. I’m telling myself, out loud, to hold on. I continue slipping, becoming scared. I then cry out, “God, help me hold on!” I then stop, being able to get a grip on the edges of an arrowhead rock formation. I look below, and see that if I had kept going, I would’ve fallen on the hill a bit of a distance down. I then look to my left, and see the wife of a church leader standing on a level area. She was sticking her head out, looking at me.

Russian

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.

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.

Go In Alone

My parents bring me to a tech school, on a whim. I go in alone. Talking to the ladies at the desk, I realize I had forgotten that I had signed up for a week-long class. I ask if I can come, and go, but am told that since I signed up for the band, I had to stay. The ladies are wearing scrubs.

A male employee walks past me (behind, or front?). He walks into the first room around the corner into an older lady’s (didn’t see, but knew she was there) room, a cork board on the wall next to it. The ladies say that he was being bad. I point out to them where he went, and they rushed to go there.

I was worried about my parents waiting for me outside this whole time, as I didn’t go back outside, but I didn’t ask if I could go out.

I was given a pretty backpack (pale mint green / pink?). In a small side pocket were Mickey Mouse, and some other Disney characters, made out of the material used for earth mats, from Vibesup.

There were also several pairs of different colors of silky(?) pj’s, along with waist robes. Some of the robes, still in the clear packaging, slid down / out. I was excited about the robes because of the belt, and held one up to show some of the girls I would be staying with for the week.

I go to a door, which has wallpaper in the center of it, mellow yellow with small flowers?, and am partially sure / confident it was the one I was to enter. A kind lady came up behind me, and with a smile, opening the door, assured me that I was correct.

I’m in a classroom. There are several rows of long rectangular tables, vertical to the front. There is a pull down screen (not tv, but made with white material used for shades) in front, and cartoons playing. I watch, thinking that is what I am to do, before getting to work.

I see that no one else is watching, but instead, working on their projects of making patterns for clothes. There is a small white box next to each person, with their names on each, that the materials came in.

I’m walking between the first two rows of tables, confused at not finding mine. I then walk to the front of the first row, and see my name on the materials that Linda (ex-coworker) has. She then gives them to me.

After I sit, between two guys, almost cramped, I set on the table my scotch tape that is in a metal holder.

I then look behind me, and see materials on the table, for two people who are missing. One of them has Mark’s name. I want to say that he is my brother, but don’t.

(Ali’s dreams)

Ali, and two other Somali’s, are taken to be killed, not knowing which one it will be. They are out in the open. One of the guys gets tied up, in front, to be killed, and while he is being tied up, Ali gets a big stick, and starts hitting the guy, doing the tying, on the head, and saying that this isn’t right. The other guy escapes. There are people watching, but they do nothing to stop this.

Someone asks Ali if he is a movie star, and he says no. Someone else asks him to come to Hollywood, but Ali says no, he doesn’t want to, because it’s trouble.

(From July 12, 2014)

I’m lying / sleeping on my dad’s side of the bed (which I have never done) when he comes home from work. I am aware of him as he puts his things down next to his side. I’m almost too tired to get up, but after several minutes, decide to get up because he’ll be wanting it, and fix it.

There is a concrete tower / pillar that looks like cars used to use. When I get up top, I see that that is no longer possible, but can still see some tire markings.

I look out, and see the city below, and the beautiful sunrise / set. The pillar starts to shake, then crumbles down. I fall behind it, rather than above / on top of it. I’m thinking of my feet, and wondering what will happen to them when I hit.

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.

Scary Position

Delivery truck, driven by a woman, in snow. There was no awareness of any temperature.

Naked guy in a long, somewhat narrow, holding room, with slanted roof on the left side. There were ropes hanging from the ceiling, which he used for doing tricks while being questioned.

Tv, in a box, was delivered that had the DVI port.

(This is from a nap after finishing reading The Energy of Life, Book 7 from the Ringing Cedars series, written by Vladimir Megre.)

Mom, dad, and Amy are gathered together when I announce that I’m getting married later that night at 9. I think Amy may have said something. I said that it’s a scary position to be in again. My dad started saying about me being in a room with others the coming next day. We all looked at him, because he hadn’t gotten it.

(From July 3, 2014)

In Dallas, Texas, a lady reporter sees a little girl (holding a doll?), and asks her a question. The girl says that her mom has real estate (and office, which wasn’t said, but was sorta implied), which was semi-related to the question. The reporter then asked the girl if she was going to have them when she grows up, and the girl said yes.

(From July 4, 2014)

Waiting for skin color?

I took a u-turn.

(Ali’s dream)

He was giving me some money, and one of my family was (almost) yelling at him not to give me any. He asked her why, but she wouldn’t answer, just repeating not to give me money.

Cemetery

Looks like a road up in the mountains. Two guys, touch of burliness to them, riding along, mountain to their left. They are riding fire “engine” motorcycles. When they get to where I am, they stop, and pull over.

A guy had a large screen monitor, for his computer, on the wall. It was on, but crashed, and eventually restarted. Since the iPod does the same, I asked him why that happens, and he said he didn’t know.

He had a (small) cemetery a ways from his house, in the backyard. Only about 12 could be seen, and were under some sort of table. Either he said, or it was known, that there were tons more below these top ones. A few belongings, including some paper, were on top of the markers of the owners.

We were looking at the different tombstones / markers, reading off the different states they were from.

To the left, I saw a female body lying among the graves, not moving. I figured she came here to die. After a bit, though, she moved, and got up, and began looking for her makeup case.

A tall, thin, professionally dressed, black woman walked over, carrying this girls case. They had talked the day before about the direction of this girls life, and today, the woman reiterating for the girl to call if / when needed.