Insistent

I asked, “What is the meaning of the storm?” I dreamt something about people speaking Russian. I dreamt that I was walking home on my street. There was a man from church who also lives on the street but doesn’t know where I live. He sees me as he is going somewhere and turns around to follow me. As I get to the house he is trying to get me to go with him. I tell him to go away and leave me alone as I go inside. Dad is there and hears this. The doorbell rings. Dad goes outside … Continue reading Insistent

Privacy

I asked, “What is the truth?” I dreamt something about being up on a top bunk (?) with someone next to me on my right. I was worried about my left foot being cut off. I dreamt that I was in a guy’s SUV in the back. He was speeding as if he was on a roller coaster. I told him that I still want to live. I dreamt that I was at Barbie’s house (different) in the tub. I was casting out that (Utah) girl, commanding her to leave. She was trying to drown me. I dreamt that I … Continue reading Privacy

Blurry

I asked, “Do I need to have children from Ali?” I dreamt that Briana had taken a picture while on the road of some small pillars (?) with what looked like an outline of a dog’s face on them. The picture was blurry from rain but clear enough to see what it was. I dreamt that I was at the bottom of a ladder in a submarine (?). I was asking if I could come up. I was told I could. Someone with me said, “Be careful. They don’t let just anyone up” as if I might not be able … Continue reading Blurry

Beetle

I asked, “Who / What keeps entering my body?” I dreamt that I was out in an open space / field and a black beetle was flying toward me. I first used my hand to block it, but then used a notebook / journal. I didn’t like the feeling / the way the beetle felt on / against my hand. I dreamt that mom was going to go to the temple (Mic or Amy asked / invited her?) but Micalanne mentioned that maybe she should stay back / home because there was so much to do to get ready. I … Continue reading Beetle

Do It / Doit

I asked, “What does it mean when I’m naked?” I dreamt of a tiny oval pin, that when looked at a certain angle, reads “Do it” . It was white with black letters. I dreamt of being in a bathroom and having to go. The door wasn’t closed all the way, but the piece on the side of the door was touching the wall. I debated on whether to risk it anyway. I decided to go ahead, and shortly after, Mark Steines came through. He came to get something that was at / by the sink. He was older, with … Continue reading Do It / Doit

Russian

(From Dec. 26, 2014) Russian (From Dec. 28, 2014) (Night before I asked what do I do to support myself) There was a bumpy hill in the backyard, the house being at the top. There was a tabby cat, on the left, lying on its back with the head upside down, and then turned to look at me. Amy was there, and I told her that she should see Ali with the tiger (with black stripes). There was an industrial looking fan, with a space between the blades, and edges. I was putting / dropping down gold coins through, and … Continue reading Russian

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 … Continue reading It’s Hard

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 … Continue reading Russian

No Late Fees

(Last night, and night before, I asked how I can permanently stop menstruating) Turning into evening. At grandma Fessler’s house, outside. Seems I am in a car, with a couple other people. We see her Waterford(?) crystal vases. She doesn’t want us to see them, but I tell her that we have seen them lots of times. She gets angry, swearing. There is a pond out back. A couple of guys walk through, wearing waders. There may have been thrushes. There is a rusted swing set frame in the back of the pond that they are walking to. There are … Continue reading No Late Fees

Russian

I was swatting a wasp away from me, and as I did so, the head stuck in the right side of my forehead (where the “corner” is). I started crying about it because the thought of it being in my forehead was disgusting, and gross. I wanted to squeeze it out. I went over to ? to help get it out. I saw two Russian girls (one a blonde, and the other a brunette) outside of a mall, during Winter, each holding several shopping bags. The entrances were enclosed so not to worry about being cold when entering. These girls … Continue reading Russian