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

Recording

I asked, “Why does the entity keep entering me?” I dreamt of being in a classroom after the class, in church. I think I was in England because all, or mostly all, had the accent.  There were quite a few pregnant women, and a young tall one with long blonde hair, just above the hips, who looked like she was still a teenager. There was a tall woman who I recognized (from the streets?) who had two boys (teens?). She was standing by the door, facing right, talking to another woman. She had cut her short brunette hair so that … Continue reading Recording

Steve

I asked, “Who keeps entering my body?” I don’t remember the beginning but I was in the back of a car (two rows?) on / behind the drivers side. There was an older man (50’s – 60 (‘s)) sitting next to me. It was dark. At night?  A cold kidney shaped “balloon” showed up between the front of us. I sternly asked, several times, “Who are you?” It moved to the seat in front of us / older man, and turned into a guy who looked like Aaron Goodwin, but had a mustache that grew down both sides of his … Continue reading Steve

Never Bought

I dreamt that I had married (?) Judy because I thought that was the only / best solution. We were in a bedroom in a building with other people. Judy decided now was a good time to get intimate. I figured ok, that this would be a good time to try out being with another female. I don’t remember if I thought about Ali and what he might think, or not. I did think about what the consequences might be. Either she kissed me once, or was about to, when I decided that this wasn’t a good thing being / … Continue reading Never Bought

Watched

I dreamt that dad’s demeanor would sometimes change, like Dr. Jekyl and Mr. Hyde, into something evil / sinister.  One night, he and my mom had gone out on a date. When they got home, mom immediately went to bed and fell asleep. I went in to tell her that dad was trying to kill me. She was too tired  to do anything. I dreamt something about fossils embedded in a tall rock formation, and an Asian girl there was the winner. I wondered why she was the winner. I dreamt of a tall girl with long blonde hair whose … Continue reading Watched

See

I asked the same question. The phrase “Author sackers” came to mind. There was something before that but don’t remember. I was asked the question, “What do you still see in the (snow covered) mountains?” I dreamt that I was at an event / party and a young female named Sis. Doyle (knew her first name but forget) asked if I could go somewhere with her (again, forget the location). I told her yes. When she got home later, she called, a woman answering and calling out to / for me. I was thinking of the Sis. Doyle I knew … Continue reading See

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 … Continue reading Looking through her eyes 

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

Pictures

A man had a “magazine” that was a royal blue color. It was one of those local magazines with coupons, calendar events, etc. with about 19 pages (not counting both sides), and a semi – gloss finish. When I got away from him I didn’t see any pictures, so I jokingly asked him what he did with them. I didn’t see any use to the magazine without the pictures, so I threw it away in one of those small wastebaskets. I was in the church building I used to go to as a teen, but the chapel had been added … Continue reading Pictures

6-31-12

(From yesterday) I was to sign and date papers for a bank, and to use the date of 6-31-12. Mom had a (grey, or brown) guide dog that looked somewhat like a greyhound, but was almost paper-thin, not from malnourishment, but that’s how the structure of the dog was. Mom dies, and the dog goes to the back left corner of the garage, facing the back wall. I go over to it and bring it to be a part of the family. There is what looks like a junkyard of stuff for people to buy in the backyard that my … Continue reading 6-31-12