Time To Go

I dreamt of a tall mirrored high rise building. I dreamt of a gated abandoned house/building with several stories. I dreamt that I had pooped a slightly curved tan “brick”, leaving it on top of the toilet. I had some dark remnants on my right leg on the top of my thigh under my belly. It was Micalanne’s turn to clean. She was poking it with a stick and smelling it, not smelling anything, trying to figure out what it was. I put the brick in a hole above the seat the size of the brick and flushed it. I … Continue reading Time To Go


I asked again if Ali is my husband who will take me to the temple. The words, “Verbal abuse notwithstanding” came to mind, and also the song “The Prayer”. I dreamt that a girl (works at Starbucks), with short blonde hair, was walking to work, at Target, at night in the rain. She had two children with her (boy and girl? 8 – 10?). I was in a parking lot that she was walking next to. She was walking from right to left. The entrance to the lot wasn’t a straightforward entrance, but looked more like an on / off ramp of … Continue reading Prayer

Keep In Touch

I asked, “How do I get rid of the attached spirits?” I dreamt that I found out that Hollywood was going to pick me, but chose Beyonce instead. I was with a couple other females looking in my mom’s bright white bathroom mirror getting ready for something. My peach fuzz was back, with a little extra so that it was more noticeable / moveable. One of the girls was asking me if I wanted her to write down something that I had been told (another blessing?) and I told her yes. I then left the bathroom, letting mom know that … Continue reading Keep In Touch

Still Needs To Be Paid For

Something about living by a tree, not in a house, and needing to use the bathroom. I was seeing another tree, looking like a Dragon Blood tree, a bit to my left(?), and forward a little. I was sure there was a toilet by / under it, but all I could see was a car parked a length in front of it. (The rest of these are all in the evening / dark) Kyle was inside a dumpster, scavenging. His clothes were filthy. I was standing away from him a bit, and was disgusted by him doing that. I was … Continue reading Still Needs To Be Paid For

Happy Hour

I’m a bully to my dad, and a female. My mom is there. A guy brings grandma through a door, she, looking up, and around. She is out of her wheelchair, walking slow. She is standing straight, having gained 20 pounds. I’m walking up a ramp, on the left side, into a darkened building (because of sun). I don’t see any doors. Travis is walking out, on the other side. He is intently looking at me. His eyes are a piercing white-ish grey / grey-ish white. I’m wearing shorts, and suddenly become conscious of my weight, since I weighed less … Continue reading Happy Hour

Long Enough?

Policeman, couple inches taller than doorway, chewing tobacco, some of which is coming out of right ear. He is dressed with long boots, as if for horse patrol. He comes to ask us if we know where the sound of running water is coming from. We tell him no. He mentions something about poets needing water. He then leaves, changing into swim trunks somehow on the way, and gets into a nearby pool. It’s snowing diagonally outside. The intensity changes. Windows are open, with a table below, inside. Small mounds of snow develop on the table. I’m really excited about … Continue reading Long Enough?


I am with a tall, trim, bald black man who is dressed well. We are out somewhere that appears to be similar to the fashion district in Los Angeles. I see some boxes (shoe?) on a shelf in the front of one of the sections (if you’ve been there, I’m sure you understand). There are some areas we don’t go toward because of a negative emanating from those areas. I am then in a real life battle / game with zombies. I look down at the controller to kill the last one. Bright white light beams out from both eyes … Continue reading Zombies