Faulty 

I asked, “What do I need to do to leave this (Ali) house?” I dreamt that Barry Manilow’s house, back in the ’70’s / ’80’s, was surrounded by flat land. Part of the house had caught fire because of something faulty inside.

I dreamt something about the Little People (show).

I dreamt that I had dreamt about something being a perfect fit.

(From March 6, 2018 Back On)

I dreamt that I was naked in bed. Briana was there also. I don’t know why she was there, but only for several seconds. 

Ali came in, but he was white. He was straddling me, taking his clothes off. I was asking him what he was doing. The wall in front of me had a window(s) facing the front so that people could see in as they walked by. Ali knew this, but perhaps hadn’t been thinking of it. 

Some people walked by, and the next thing I saw was Ali sitting in a chair under the window with his clothes back on, looking at a book, as if he didn’t want those people to see him.

I dreamt of a lady who had to leave her young family and so she showed her breasts and leaned over them so that they could feel her skin.

I dreamt of a guy who was naked in front of me and I was holding onto him, remembering how good it feels.

(From March 4, 2018 Breakdown)

I dreamt that Ali was washing some dishes and I crouched down next to a wall about to have a nervous breakdown. Ali was talking about having sex while he was doing the dishes. 

I was going to have a breakdown because I didn’t want to worry about getting my garments “dirty” again after being clean these past years.

I dreamt that Frida’s song, “There’s something about you” was actually named “If water could bomb.” (Actually, the song is called “I know there’s something going on”, and Level 42 sings the song “Something about you.” )

(From March 3, 2018 Cut Open)

I dreamt that there was a guy and two women holding down (?) a crying baby on a white table. They had poured boiling water over the baby and were wanting to cut open the skin. I don’t know why.

 I don’t know if I said it out loud, or it was just a thought, but I was saying that the baby needed to be dead before being cut open. (Before falling asleep, I was thinking about one of the ghost shows I watch where sometime in the past, a woman had put a baby / toddler in a bath and poured boiling water over it.)

I dreamt that I saw this baby lying still in a bed of flowers (?) with two other children above on either side. I was crying hysterically when the baby finally woke up.

I dreamt something about rice, and something in it.

I dreamt that I picked up, to look at, a stem of a pumpkin plant with tiny tiny pumpkins growing on both sides. 

I dreamt that a blue worm crawled up the back of my shirt and I was anxiously telling the others around me to get rid of it. No one was paying attention, doing their own thing.

 I think I grabbed the bottom of it (someone did) to take it off and only the end of it came off. I don’t know why the worm was there, and I don’t know if it was going to do anything. I just didn’t want it on me.

(From March 2, 2018 Frustrated)

I dreamt that Ali was laying next to me on my bed on my left side and I was holding on to his dick. I was thinking, “He actually did it / came in”, or something to that effect, and I was a bit frustrated at him for disturbing my sleep.

I dreamt that I was at some kind of camp and the people I was with made crafts during the week, but I didn’t because I didn’t know what they were for. At the end of the week, a husband of one of the ladies came with one of their babies, and this lady took the baby out of his (?) arms as she passed.

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Limited Time

I asked the same question. I dreamt of being in a store in a mall with a couple other girls, whose dad / uncle owned. We were supposed to be working but were messing around instead. Their dad / uncle showed up in the store. I was sitting / kneeling in front of a fabric chair and put my head down to hide.

One of the girls started coughing a “sickness” cough. We decided that she needed to get checked out. She found out that she was close to dying. I was wondering what that feels like, to know that your time is limited. I then found out that I was in the same situation.

I dreamt that Stacy had married Trisha’s brother, but Trisha’s last name was Jones. 

I dreamt that I was at a church thing, and after it had ended, I went to the back of the cultural hall. Trisha and Stacy were there and were both pregnant. Trisha was still pretty, but looked a bit beat up. Her belly was lower than Stacy’s, as she was closer to delivering / giving birth. 

I wanted to say something to her about this, having fun with it, but decided not to because I wanted to tell them the dream I had.

I dreamt of watching a movie. A man had his legs lifted and they were being scorched by another man with a flame thrower / torch. He didn’t seem / wasn’t showing any pain. This other guy was using something sharp to cut / slice through the skin, which easily fell off. The man being tortured was talking to the other with concern / worry.

I dreamt of being in front of a wealthy hotel with a tv news cameraman. A man had been murdered in one of the rooms. I saw a Bentley drive past from left to right, and made note of it in my mind.

As I walked inside, there was one girl who had some snobbery to her who was also walking in. She went her way. 

As the cameraman and I were getting on the elevator, another short girl with dark hair, was coming up to me as if she knew me, starting to say hello. She didn’t continue talking (realized that she doesn’t know me?) but she continued to be friendly.

To the left of the door was a small couch with a small office behind it to the left of it. In front of the couch was an oval table, coming out almost to the middle of the space. 

I saw copies of People magazine, and other, more “intelligent” ones. I think there were some newspapers there also. There was also a guy for when someone wanted to talk about their financial investments.

When I was outside, I envisioned a couple female reporters, not physically being there. They were sitting (at the news station?). The one on the left had her hair darkened in an oval on the top of her head. I was wondering how they felt having to report false news. These women had been reporters for several decades and were well known.

Death / Darkness 

I asked again if the Utah girl was the spirit lady. I was being shown how they both said, and did, the same things (from what Ali told me).

I dreamt of a b&w kitten in a filled up glass measuring cup of water. I was showing it to someone(s). I realized that it had died because of the water, but then remembered that it was barely breathing to begin with. I was saddened by this but I wasn’t devastated.

 I dreamt of watching a movie called “Darkness”. I saw death, as a normal person, “chasing” a girl, who wasn’t able to outrun him. She finally exhausted herself and gave up.

 I then saw his right arm slowly lift and point, as if he was the camera. He had skeleton fingers like the Ghost of Christmas Future in A Christmas Carol. I then saw the girl wrapped in burlap (?) and dropped to the ground.

I dreamt that McDonald’s had started offering healthy /ier foods, which helped a location in a bad neighborhood, to be more successful. I asked a lady something about the owner, who was there helping out. She may have been his wife.

I dreamt of being at the church and needing to use the restroom. I went to the hallway on the right. I couldn’t find it. I walked up and down the hallway to make sure I didn’t walk too fast and miss it. I finally saw a door that said it used to be the Bishop’s (?) office.

I dreamt that I wasn’t wearing my glasses and my vision was blurry but clear enough to get around. They were in a room with my purse. I was searching for my glasses everywhere but where they were.

I dreamt of being in the chapel and the choir was going to sing. Someone said that if anyone wanted to come up and join them, they could. A group of women, holding the words, got up. 

There was a black guy, and family / wife, sitting up front, more to the right, in the congregation. He was in his 50’s / late 40’s, with some weight on him. He was wearing a lavender (?) shirt.

 He asked one of the guys sitting up on the stand, the McDonald’s owner, something but I don’t remember. He smiled and nodded. I was thinking that the black guy was either a new member, or he was just investigating.

I was sitting in the back behind the pews. There were two women standing, in my left, facing me, both nursing on their right breasts, covered. I was thinking that they were tall, or looked tall because I was sitting. The one on the left may have had long blonde hair. 

There was a couch / loveseat in front of me, facing me. There was another lady lying on it, with her head on the left. She also was covered, nursing a baby.

I wondered if I would see her breast when the baby let go, but she stayed covered. She then rolled on to her left side, cuddling up to someone else.

I dreamt that the wife on The Little People (TLC) was related to a guy in the 80’s group “El Dido”. She said how, but I couldn’t understand her.

I dreamt of a being with some women / girls. A wealthy lady came over, showing us some of her rings that she had in a jewelry box. She was letting us take one to keep.

I took one, and then a little later, I took another one that was wood with a design / carving on it. I was deciding which finger to put it on. The others gasped, were shocked when I took it.

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. 

We Don’t Have 

(From June 1, 2015)

I was at the top of a stadium, where the offices are, in a blonde performer guy’s room / office, which wasn’t small. There were some church members, from my teenage years, who were there as well. Rillene(sp?) said that they come every year. I’m doing / cleaning some dishes, because I want to. The performer is standing next to me, on my left, and asks what I’m going to do with my life. I tell him, “Nothing “, then think to myself, “because Ali (who is sitting in a chair up against a wall behind us) takes care of me “, though I didn’t finish the sentence. I was wearing a skirt, and he had his hand on my right butt cheek. I sheepishly pushed it down because of Ali. He was looking down at something, so I don’t know if he saw. 

(From June 2, 2015)

The neighborhood cats all were coming / came over, on the left side of the house. The “momma” grey cat even came back (she went missing a day or two prior). She had with her our young b&w kitten (black with white face). As I was waking up, I realized that we don’t have a b&w kitten. 

(From June 3, 2015)

Woke up with song “Young Manhood” by (The) Wild Swans 

(From June 14, 2015)

I have small breasts, and even though I’m wearing a shirt / covered up, I squeeze them, expecting something to come out, but nothing does. 

(Ali’s dream)

We are hiking up colored / painted steps (purple, etc.). There is a decorated wall up at the top. I do the Rocky stance, arms up, and people are taking pictures. I was about to leave when one guy says for me to wait because he hasn’t gotten a picture yet. I wait for him, doing the stance again so he can get a picture. Others also came around again to get one also.  

I Didn’t Want It 

(From May 20, 2015)

I’m watching a movie. A man is on his way to his (mom’s) home, in the evening. Two guys had just left from there. He asked how the food was (?). The two men said that her meatloaf tasted like raw meat. The man then had a discouraged look on his face. 

There were people walking in the city streets, but it was obvious that they were stationary, and the city screen behind them was moving. 

(From May 21, 2015)

As I was laying in bed, a (male) spirit was going to massage my left leg, but hesitated because he wasn’t sure if I knew that he was a spirit. I nodded to him my acknowledgement, that I did know, and for him to go ahead. 

He then wanted to “heal” my stomach so that I would be able to become pregnant. I didn’t want it, and was attempting to push him away. He did finally get through, and touch my stomach. As he did so, I knew that I was healed. I then felt calm. 

There were a bunch of cats and kittens. There were some bengal kittens that were scared of me when I went near because I hadn’t been around them much. I knew I needed to start being around them more. 

(From May 26, 2015)

Ali, and I, were with people. He went off with a friend without saying anything to me. I then figured that I would then go off and do my own thing without saying anything to him. 

Always stay ahead 

(From April 29, 2015 First flying dream)

I have begun flying, but at first not sure if I should / can. There are people / animals crossing a lake / ocean, crossing on the ground, having an ice tunnel cover them as they go. I am flying to the left of them. I touch, with my hand, the ice. It has a different / interesting / weird feeling to it. There are dolphins swimming ahead of this tunnel. The tunnel gets close to them, but they always stay ahead. 

I don’t look up, knowing that I shouldn’t, and that the dolphins will let me know when. There is a mountain that we’re getting close to, and I know the dolphins will let me know / won’t let me down. 

(From May 3, 2015)
I’m in a car, with family, being driven up a steep hill, in the evening. It’s so steep, I feel as if the car is going to topple over. I’m amazed that people would live here. I’m thinking that they most likely do all, or the majority, of their shopping in one day. Do their brakes wear out faster? I’m also thinking about the workers who built these houses, and the equipment they had to bring up. 

We are going to a church member’s house because there is to be a party there. Their house is just a regular house. The party is outside. The family stays inside, not coming out, doing their own thing. We are the only ones there. I think / say that perhaps others don’t come because this family always stay inside. 

Travis kisses me for several seconds. It feels good, even though I’m still with Ali. 

Not Showing Up 

(From Feb. 15, 2015)

The Siamese dad came back, and looked as if nothing had happened. I pointed him out to Ali, asking if that was(n’t) him. (He was purposely run over.)

At a family gathering, I hit / punched Micalanne in the face, with all my strength, on two separate occasions, causing her to fall back and hit her head. 

Judy was passing a white paper for people to sign for someone’s birthday. Someone else gave it to me to sign. I was surprised that she would allow me to sign, since she’s upset with me. 

After the gathering, I was walking home, and about a block away, I started running. I was upset, saying that it can’t be that my mental capacity is handicapped. 

When arriving at the house (when I was an older teen), I stayed outside, sitting with some others, with the door to my right. 

Mom had brought back some leftover food. I wanted some of the desserts with some chocolate topping. Mom said that Becky (a friend) goes to an Italian church now, and took the chocolate topping with her, to take to work. 

There was a race to be held, and one of the starting points was in our front yard, going to the right, using the lane dividers as used for swimming. Barbie was going to participate, using a wheelchair, and commented how narrow the lanes are. 

(From Feb. 23, 2015)

It was getting dark. Ali had said he would come get me, but he wasn’t showing up, so I started to walk. As I was crossing a street, I was carrying chains (like Marley in The Christmas Carol with Ebenezer Scrooge), slowing down my progress. 

Ali, and I, are at a pregnancy clinic to see why I’m not pregnant yet. The technician(?) talks to us, with paperwork in hand, without taking us to the back (still in waiting area), and says, “Well, it’s here in your notes. You’re not pregnant because you’re not having sex.”

(Ali’s dream)

We were running through water, with lots of other people. I was in front, speeding. Ali was behind me. We were wearing shoes so that our feet wouldn’t get hurt / cut from the rocks. 

Looking through her eyes 

(From Jan. 26, 2015)

Ali, to my left, was walking me through a rectangular shaped building. The floor was white tile with black grout. There were cafe tables along both sides, by the walls. The walls may have had greenery, not sure since I didn’t pay attention to them. Sitting at the tables were Arab men, watching us walk through. I didn’t know it was only for them, so I put my hands up in the air, as if to say, “c’est la vie”.

(From Jan. 27, 2015)

Judy was working at a radio station, in the offices, which was rectangular shaped, horizontally. The door was in / near the bottom right corner. Her desk was facing another, up against it, on the left side of the rectangle. Her hair was (flat?) frosted over dark, and was about shoulder length. I was thinking how short she was, and that I never realized that when she wore her hair short, bleached, and fluffy (?), she looked taller. She was wearing dark jeans.

She and a female coworker, also short, were standing over by the desks. This lady looked at the lady standing in the dark doorway, who had no expression. The lady they saw used to work with them. The first lady waved at the other, telling her to come in, but she didn’t move. I was the one looking through her eyes.

Ali was sitting on a bag that had a lion inside. The lion was coming out. I asked the Angels, anyone to help because I was scared it was going to bite Ali. It didn’t.

(From Jan. 29, 2015)

I’m on a stationary city bus, looking outside, and wondering what Carol (ex-coworker from D. I.), and others, are standing around for. Eventually I see another bus come, and they get in.

It’s foggy outside, and the traffic is going usual speed. I’m worried that the driver is going too fast, for fear of not being able to see what’s ahead.

(Ali’s dream)

A woman comes and steals my 10 pound weights, wanting to use them for exercising. She is dressed in sweats. As she walks away, with hands in the air, on the street, I run up to her, and violently grab the weights out of her hands. She is confused, and scared. I tell her, adamantly, that I’m going to wait right here until she understands that these are my things. There are people, of all ages, in the street watching.

It’s Hard

The word “consciousness” came to mind, then Ali told me that it’s hard.

(From Oct. 12, 2014)

The world was going to explode at a certain time, but it didn’t. Don’t know if because it wasn’t going to, or it wasn’t going to at the exact time, on the dot, that was expected.

Greg, but not, looked like a Russian woman. He had gained about 30 pounds, which wasn’t noticeable from the back, and wearing a black dress with belt. He brought the belt up to his breasts.

He had been asked to say a closing prayer (before the explosion ?). He was standing, moving his arms with expression, and started to talk about, before the prayer, with a Russian accent, a weight loss program he was selling, and would need $300.

(From Oct. 11, 2014)

Woke up with the song, “Happy Ever After”, by Julia Fordham.

(From Oct. 10, 2014)

I’m at a (shoe?) store, and hip hop / r&b is playing. The majority of the customers are black. I go to where the music is coming from (front?), and change it. I turn the dial to see what else is playing, but as I turn it, the music stays the same.

As I change the music, I think to myself that I overrule them (the blacks).

Instead of getting upset with me, most of them go to the / a back room to listen to their music.

Still in the store, I have brought two Skechers catalogs that I had gotten in the mail, and am looking through one of them. A young black female is next to me, and she is telling someone else about a couple of the shoes, so I give her the extra one to look through.

(From Oct. 9, 2014)

I was, but wasn’t, in the movie “Alexander and the…. Very Bad Day”, but the circumstances were different. I’m sitting at a rectangular table, at the end(?), with other people, eating. I then see to my left, that several black women have sat down, on both sides, and the end. I tell them that someone else was sitting there.

(From Oct. 8, 2014 Ali’s dream)

He is jogging along a gravel road. Others are there as well. Small towns are along the way. There is a hill that he needs to jog around to come back.