Finishing His Mission

I asked for the meaning of the sex change. I dreamt that something was an emergency.

I dreamt of family, and others, gathering for an event. I saw a young guy sitting who had the build of an islander. His hair was dark and “fluffy” and about to the top of his ears.

I was thinking that he had grown his hair out after finishing his mission. I then saw his tag and so figured that he was growing it out because he was close to finishing his mission.

(From July 4, 2018 Believed I Knew)

I asked if Ali is a parent (different wording). I dreamt something about trash and something about digging. I don’t remember if it was one dream, or two.

I dreamt that Ali and I were about to go to a steak (?) restaurant. I read a paragraph from a newspaper to him first. It mentioned Hëssey, and had some words that I didn’t know. He had to help me pronounce at least one, and one of the words he pronounced differently than me (tomato, route, etc…). 

I knew the way to the restaurant, believed I knew, but decided to bring the newspaper anyway because it had the address.

Before leaving, I was looking inside a drawer and it had a couple rolled up newspapers (a bit yellowed?). I’m not sure why I kept / was keeping them. As I was finishing reading, I think I started playing around with my voice and Ali was laughing at me, telling me that I should be a (actress? comic?).

As I was going out to the car, there was a blonde woman. She had short bangs and all I noticed about the length was that it looked about shoulder length. 

She was putting bobby pins on the top of her head from the back to front so that it looked like a net. She was going to sleep with it like that. I asked her what it does, and she responded, “nothing”. 

For other people I think it makes a sort of design? I was about to leave but asked her why she does it and she said she felt a need (?). She didn’t do her hair like this all the time, only when she felt like doing something different, though it didn’t do anything for her. 

She finished while I was there and gave a sigh of relief because her arms were tired. I gave a look of acknowledgement and I may have said that I know how that feels. As she was putting the pins in, I never saw her pick them up.

I dreamt of Shauna giving a talk at church but it wasn’t at a church. At the end, she had a board with (a) picture(s) and had a picture of a colorful butterfly (cutout). 

She put the butterfly on the board and then put a white string over it, and the board, to keep it there. It fell. She didn’t notice, so the people in back were saying, “It didn’t stick” several times. I was up front.

I then saw her outside in the front of her family’s car, sitting next to / on the lap of her dad. The others were there but didn’t look at them. I was going to tell her about the butterfly, but didn’t (maybe her dad scared me a bit? made me unsure?) so instead I gave her a thumbs up for her talk (the window was up). 

I dreamt that I was in the back of my small white Toyota pickup, sitting on the floor, looking up at the front. The truck was going backwards a bit fast and I was worried about the other vehicles. 

I saw that Mark was driving and in control but still may have mentioned to him about my worries. Val may have been sitting up front also. 

I dreamt about a girl sitting in a truck with some space between her and another person. Either just her, or both of them, were singing. 

I dreamt that a girl had lost weight and had two red stretch mark lines down her body / abdomen, one on either side of her belly button. Another girl was asking what those were but the first was understanding / paying attention.

I looked at the second girl and gave her a look, telling her not to say anything about the lines. The girl who lost the weight had lifted up her shirt (to show her body?) and that’s how I saw the lines. This was at the building / church where Shauna spoke.

I dreamt of a woman in an office in this building. Her door was open. She was wearing a dress (it was Sunday?). To the left (when looking at her) was a girl waving a multi layered “fan” of cheese (?), wondering who it belonged to. 

Three other women showed up. One (or another?) wanted to speak with the one in the office. I was going to close the door some, but then thought that the conversation was supposed to be in private so let the door close.

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I asked, “How do I go back to my past?” I dreamt that mom, Amy, and Carla (Starbucks customer) all had cancer and had to wait for New Year’s for the results.

I dreamt of a house behind a black iron fence. There was a huge boulder (mountain / hill) to the left of it, and a pool to the left of that. There was a space in front of all of these for people to walk through.

I dreamt of being in a church. There was an African family and they had been given an old African song to sing. They weren’t sitting next to each other. When they were singing, I could feel the power of their voices.

(From Aug. 7, 2018 Danger)

I dreamt that I was sleeping during different flights to different states though the last one I was awake at the end of the flight. 

I dreamt that there was a rectangular hole in the second floor of a house (?). A young guy took away an iron gate that was by it. I was worried that there was nothing to warn others of the danger of falling through.

(From Aug. 6, 2018 Gather My Thoughts)

I dreamt of an overweight youngish black lady with newborn twins on a tv commercial. 

I dreamt of Tracy in a gymnasium, asking if she’s seen Steve. She asks what he looks like. I say that he has blonde, Marine style hair, short. She says that I can stop remembering there. I don’t remember if she had seen him or not. 

We’re going to Mark and Val’s baby blessing. I was in a bit of a hurry to get going. 

I had two different, but almost the same, blankets for two different beds. 

There was something about (a) toy train tracks?

I dreamt of newborn kittens dieing and seeing a mother eating a kitten, with the head in her mouth. 

I dreamt of little girls singing and watching them with other people. There was a guy there with black hair, shoulder length, with his son (pre – teen?). I thought this guy might have an interest in me but I wasn’t sure.

I dreamt of dropping some papers and the top one had a religious poem that I had copied. I was a little anxious at people seeing it, that they may have thought I had written it. I didn’t do anything, watching to see what happens. A lady gathered some of my papers and put them on top, helping me gather my thoughts (?).

Still Learning

I asked the same question. All I remember is of some young Asians commenting on my last post. One of them was a female. She used a word that didn’t belong because she was still learning the language.

(From Sept. 5, 2018 Episodes)

I asked about the voices. I dreamt that me and my mom were going to England to get some papers signed by royalty and then directly coming back. I was thinking of the things that I would see, and also that I won’t be able to see much. 

I dreamt of a tv show that was set at the Buckingham Palace. It showed the title of one of the episodes but I don’t remember what it was. It showed one of the ladies coming outside to greet a couple of people (who had business there?). When it showed her walking, it closed in on the dress she was wearing and her flat stomach.

(From Sept. 4, 2018 In Utah / Painted / Fake / Cartoon)

I asked about the voices. I dreamt of Bear (late husbands dog. Someone said that he looks like a dog in the movie “Man’s Best Friend”) as a puppy and realizing that he needs to be fed. He’s over at someone’s house. Part of him is shaven. There’s some dry (Pedigree) dry food folded up with a couple things on top. 

I dreamt that I was in a back room. There were 3 mirrors like that are used for entertainers when putting makeup on. Across from them were Christmas items on the left and perfume imitations, in their boxes, on the right. I was with several other females.

 Deborah ( Deb-or-ah) was also there. She was on a higher level / step up from where we were. She was sitting on a couch doing something with some of the Christmas things. She put over her (sweat)shirt another “shirt” made from wrapping paper. It may have been shining / shiny gold. I was calling her name, and almost had to yell. I don’t know if she heard me but she looked up and started saying something. 

Ashley was also there, sitting against a wall. I asked her what was the difference between a split end and a knot. A girl sitting on her right answered me.

I don’t know what kind of place it was. We had to be out by Dec. 18 which was two weeks / 14 days away. 

I was going to wait until the next week to take my makeup / stuff home. There were 4 Christmas carolers singing, on top of a cabinet (?). I wanted to take those, among other Christmas items, home with me to sell, and keep. Perfume as well, but didn’t know what was going to happen to them. The carolers had painted plastic / rubber type fabric that looked like it was just draped over the mechanisms and stretched / fitted enough to look like the people they were supposed to be. I woke up and imagined seeing a part on the ground. 

I was looking at the carolers and making sure I was correct in how they were made. This time they were bleached flour sacks with cartoon faces singing, as if watching a cartoon on the fabric. 

A man walked by, smiling, then when he passed, he walked in front of us, with no smile. I was thinking that his smile was fake. He walked by again, smiling and talking, being friendly. 

Wilhelm was there. I don’t remember the exact conversation that was going on, but I remember thinking that we would be a good fit because he likes the arts. 

I heard someone singing, “We’ve been waiting for you.” I’m not sure if that’s in the Three’s Company theme song but that was the tune. 

Shadows of Life

Last night I asked, “What is the date that my husband knows about?” I dreamt of seeing someone’s Tumblr conversation about a book called “Shadows of Life”. I didn’t read the conversation. At the end, someone else sarcastically said, “Oh, look. You’re reading the Shadows of Life” book, as a jab at the other person.

I then was reading a poem about the book.

(From Sept. 11, 2018 Look Like Relatives)

I asked about the voices (have talked to Ali since he was little). I dreamt that I was looking through eyes which I thought were the old man’s from Kundalini Yoga Live videos. This person was walking on a stage with a transparent screen. There were lots of people here to do yoga. When this person didn’t start talking, and the people below weren’t paying attention to this person, I realized that it was me.

They started doing yoga but then they were goofing off and not taking it seriously. I left. 

I dreamt that a woman was looking at my left big toenail. She started to take off the last of the top layer (it stops growing and grows a new one underneath. The right one has only done it once or twice before.) I tell her that it happens a lot. She eventually gets the layer off. I see multiple layers and don’t remember if I mentioned these to her or not.

I dreamt of a young couple (30’s?) with 6 or 7 young children. There is also an older man there. They are at a park (?). She is sitting in the back / trunk of the car (like a station wagon / hatchback) looking out. 

She and her husband don’t get to spend a lot of time together. The old man stands between them and us (me and another woman, hispanic(?)). This woman next to me, on my right, overweight, asks the older man if it’s biological, meaning the young couple.

He doesn’t answer, or does he say “no” ? She’s disappointed. I want to ask what she means, but don’t in case she is referring to incest.

The wife is overweight. The couple have sex for about 5 minutes and then the older man moves, revealing the couple. 

I dreamt of a girl crossing a street, coming to my side, but over to my right. There are two other girls still across the street. The girl on my left, from across the street, is singing about love to the girl who is crossing, as if they know each other. They look like sisters / relatives but may not have been. The girl on my side looks back at her but doesn’t react.

I dreamt something about being in a church.

I dreamt that the cats friend was outside laying down with them.

Robin Williams 

(From Feb. 24, 2015)

I’m in a flower shop when a guy, who had ridden his bike there, and had come in through the workshop / stockroom, asks me if Alex (name Ali gives to workers) is here. I tell him, no. He then goes to leave, and I notice flowers, in own bags, against the door to the back. 

There are white flowers (tulips?) laying on the floor of the workshop. The door, going to, had gone from a regular size, to a garage size. 

(From Feb. 22, 2015)

My body had slowed down, being infected. Ali told me that it’s a sign that he’s going to infect me, getting me pregnant, at 11 pm. I said something like, “Oh, really?”, not believing him. He then responded in the affirmative. Instead of going back and forth, I said okay, knowing he would be asleep at that time. 

Gwen Stefani, and her twin, were going to jump from some sort of moving platform, high in the sky, into (pool) water below. At first, I just saw Gwen , riding a horse. I was worried about the horse. The horse then changed into a cabriolet car. The (horse?) was gone, and her twin showed up. They were both singing. Her twin backed up to her. There were people watching, saying that she wasn’t going to make it, etc. I then told them to shut up until they jump before speaking again. 

(From Jan. 25, 2015)

A bunch cats. 

Robin Williams and his wife were married, but there was no relationship. He had lost all hope in life. 

I read a letter he wrote to me, stating how he had wanted to have a relationship with me. 

He was involved with a production, play(?), behind the scenes. At one point, he was in his dressing room. I urgently told several guys to go check on him, because I had a feeling he was going to harm himself. (This dream woke me up, and I wanted to cry for him. Writing this makes me want to cry.)

Open Book 

(From Jan. 11, 2015)

 

Snowball (poodle looking dog) is wearing a brace covering his neck, and body, which looks like his skeleton. It is orange (?). He had just come back home from a dog “school”. I was thinking that that would be a place where I could work.

 

Judy had made a gre/ay sweater for Lorelei, who was overcome with emotion by the gesture.

 

I was standing in water (don’t think I was wet), at a beach, about a mile out. The bottom was still fairly flat / shallow that far out. There are coastal homes along the shore, looking all the same, lined up.

 

I am looking at a monument / sculpture replica that was made, of gold, and placed there, in honor of those pioneers (from the late 1800’s) who had lost their lives while on the same vessel, going to the shore, from water rising over them, and engulfing them. The vessel is an open book, sideways so that the left side page is towards the shore. The left side may be standing, or halfway closed at an angle. On the right side was a phonograph , as if this was a Braille book. Below the book was an open platform for people to stand. I was watching the water come up to it, and splash against it, without incident. After a couple of times though, it came up, and over. I thought to myself, “Oh, I see”‘ or something like that.

 

I then started back to shore. The water was building a wave, coming towards me, instead of going to the shore, to break upon itself. I then saw that I had just barely made it to where I was at the top of the wave, so that it would crash behind me, and I could continue on.

 

(From Jan. 16, 2015)

 

RCC (Riverside Community College) is the most dangerous in the country, and has the most dangerous character in California.

 

Cher, with strong legs, being a co-leader of a group, having fun inside a castle.

 

People sometimes hear a woman singing inside this castle / mansion. One old man, a long time ago, got curious, found her, and had a heart attack from what he saw. I wanted to investigate the singing.

Elevator , and shaft, made of wood because it was still being worked on, and the actual one hadn’t been installed yet. I was going down.

 

Soft metal that was malleable, shaped in toy military figures (not people), and bigger figures replicating the smaller. Looking at the small ones, they looked like something kinda disturbing happened, so I said that I wasn’t going to go look at the bigger ones.

 

I’m on a wheel, like a water wheel, going down, thinking that I need to get off so I don’t die. Seems there was a metal piece going across, like packing tape (?), down below, and whatever was on the wheel gets squished. There was finally a spot where I could jump off, to my left, on to a wooden platform, with a hole in the middle.

 

There was a small open book store inside this castle / mansion (like those small neighborhood ones). The castle (yes, the building itself) had information for me, but was worried people might think I was crazy. I said to it, “You’re cute”, and that the guy standing there looking through a book will probably think I was talking to him.

Feel the Empty Space

(Night before I asked why I was called “The Mother”)

A guy was cozying up with me, talking with me. I realized that I hadn’t brushed my teeth yet, but didn’t worry too much about it since he didn’t seem to notice / be affected by it.

Someone, Ali ?, mentioned that I hadn’t brushed my teeth, so I told him that I had been chewing (minty) gum.

My top left tooth, next to my “fang”, came out. I was looking behind it, where there was some of my gums (normal, supposed to be there), to figure out why it would come off / out. I saw a tiny white spot at the top left corner, and thought that might be the reason.

I attempted to put it back, like a nail (not pushing it up in the gums), but it wouldn’t stay. I then let it go, and figured that Ali will have to live with me like this.

I put my lip down, and it felt weird to feel the empty space.

A young teenage girl, with shoulder (blade) length brown hair, had a boyfriend, came from a wealthy family, and was enjoying life.

One day she found out that she had a certain type of skin cancer. A couple of days later, she was looking at her face in the mirror, with boyfriend behind her, and mentioned that she saw a sign of it showing up on her face.

She lived with a lot of ladies, relatives?, and had a lot of dogs (not seen, but knew).

There was a festival in town, and she went to enjoy it while she could. Someone asked where her boyfriend was.

She “skated” down a cement curved slope. The scene continued to the left, showing several different groups of people showcasing their own entertainment / talents, like a parade, but they were stationary.

I saw a group of people singing the Star Spangled Banner song in a dunked up version / way. Next to them were ladies doing a dance routine with those things they throw up in the air.

This girl had become a bit weaker, but still happy. She had just sold a shirt, or clothes, and was holding a wad of cash in her hands, looking at it. She had some tears, but was smiling, because of what she had planned to do with it for her family. She was wearing black and white striped clothes, with varying widths.

(From Nov. 17, 2014)

A lady loved getting tore up / mangled by dogs, and would get paid for it. She didn’t have any ambulances around, but had two people who were there to help clean and bandage her wounds.

There were black baby kittens on a small slope of a hill, but they were balls, like when fish lay eggs. Someone was moving them, attempting to scoop them up, but not using the scoops nearby, so they were rolling down, about to drop to their deaths.

I was at a nice, well built, non denominational church, just to see what it was like. There was a man sitting a couple of chairs away from me on my right. He was “teaching”, using a tablet(?). One part, he was talking about politicians, showing faces. I saw Mitt Romney. This man said that Mormon’s don’t matter. He went on to something else, saying again about the Mormon’s. I stopped him, and asked if Mormon’s don’t matter because they are irrelevant to his discussion, or because he doesn’t like them. He started answering by not answering, as he backed his chair away.

A little blonde girl (2 / 3) was then sitting on my lap. Though there were no signs, people knew that she was abused. She was still happy though. She wore a dark dress, with tiny white spots?, and I was rubbing her legs. She wasn’t bothered by that. I then saw hair sticking out of her mouth, and went to take it out. As I went for it, I noticed that the end of her tongue was pierced, and this hair was tied through the hole. She put her tongue back inside, so I wasn’t able to get to it.

(From Nov. 16, 2014)

I was in a class, not for schooling, but like a community one, for fun. One day a light skin Arab man offered to give me, and another woman, a ride home. He dropped her off, then continued on. I was going to tell him that I live in Riverside when he brought out some masking tape (the brown / tan one). I knew what his intentions were, so I got out of there.

I was running in the city, like in New York with the alleys between the businesses, and couldn’t find a place to go. I finally said, out loud, “God, show me a way out”, or something like that. I then saw that I could go down a certain alley.

I went down, and through a door. It was a small rectangular room, like at church for nursing mothers, but there was only a long rectangular mirror on the left, with a counter below it. I debated getting under, but figured he would see me, so I went next to the door so that I would be behind it when he opened it.

After he opened it, and didn’t see me, I heard some ladies voices coming our way, and he closed the door without looking behind.

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.