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. 

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.

Not Knowing I Had Been Calling

I was at Micalanne’s, in the evening. We are watching a performance of a man and lady playing guitars, with the man’s wife playing a piano behind them a few feet. She then came up to the microphone, and started singing. I said something like, “Of course”, because of the country she was from.

After, I started getting sad, from missing Kyle, so decided to walk outside. Her house was in a slight curve of the street. There was a black dog standing at the beginning of the house next door, or couple doors down, facing the house, watching me.

I probably only went 5, or 6 houses when I decided to go back. As I turned around, a minivan clipped a bush/hedge, almost clipping me. A black girl, with a bit of an afro, then came out and started coming after me. Somehow I got on top if the bushes/hedges there, going in circles, kicking her hair once, to escape her. I asked her a couple of times what she wanted from me/ what did I do, she sarcastically repeating me a couple times.

I then started yelling/crying out Micalanne’s name several times, then she left. When I got back inside the house, Micalanne asked me what was going on, not knowing I had been calling her.

(From Aug. 20, 2014)

I found out/was told, either by Judy, or someone else (Amy?), that she had separated/divorced from her husband. She did so because they fought all the time. I said to mom, and Amy, “See, I told you”, and they responded that I was right.

Judy was now back to her normal self, and was excited because she was going to see her new boyfriend.

Lucy, and Ricardo (I Love Lucy) were having a celebratory / congratulatory party for their friends whose tv show, with a Spanish feeling, was premiering that night.

Lucy asked a guy there a question. Her eyes were looking down, as in thought. He answered, and she said, “Oh.” I mentioned to someone that she always has her eyes down when in thought. I wondered where Fred, and Ethel were.

I see Ricky, up by the camera, looking past, dressed in drag in a big white formal gown, with eyebrows penciled thin. A guy walks up behind him. Ricky then mentions something to him, and they start to walk toward a table. I don’t see them, but a round table that is set. No one is around. I hear sounds of people, and someone’s coffee cup being refilled.

(From Aug. 19, 2014)

In the evening, Ali drops me off at the grocery store to get some paper plates. After I walk in, I see to my right, against the wall, boxes of lemon Cheerios being displayed. They looked / sounded good, and were a new product / flavor.

In the store, I see Liz (ex-coworker) leaving with her husband (never saw). She was smiling, and I was glad she was happy, and didn’t break up her marriage with the other guy.

A black male manager is emptying the store of customers early because there’s a curfew in the city (had seen something about city of Ferguson earlier). I went outside, not having the plates.

The parking lot was near close to being empty. I looked for the Dodge 1960’s van ( don’t have), but couldn’t find it. I then remember that Ali has it, so I decide to go back in.

I see the back of the manager, standing in front, behind a counter / metal partitions (for making a line). I decide not to go in.

Acting Like Idiots

(From August 17, 2014)

I’m in a big room somewhere, where there are people involved in different activities. I see a tall ladder type, like for diving boards?, with a swing (similar to those used over water) hanging from the top. People in line are waiting for a girl to take her turn. She is not in line. Instead, she is singing. I go over to her to ask why she doesn’t go. She responds, “fear”, then continues singing. I start to ask another question, but see that it’s useless. I tell the people around her, wanting to help her, that she’s running away. I say this, indicating it’s up to them to help her, then walk away.

I see another group gathered, to watch two boys fight. I take it upon myself / feel it is my duty to go stop them. Kneeling, I separate them, and tell them, “You’re idiots. No, let me rephrase that. You’re acting like idiots.” As I say this, they calm down, and start to become happy again. I walk away.

I’m walking through some dark water. Some baby piranha’s(?) come attack my legs, wanting to hurt me(?), but they don’t. I am looking for a tiny white dog I brought, but am not finding it.

(From Aug. 14, 2014)

Something about / with a horse.

I’m watching tv, situated up in the corner, like in a hospital. Bill Gates is saying something about how to take care of the earth, which is correct, but he didn’t believe in what he was saying. I mentioned this to those who are there with me. He is wearing a black knit(?) sweater with a small stroke of orange on the inside of his left arm, by elbow, and a small stroke of red on his right arm, on his forearm. The background is black, and his face looks as if seeing him through a black filter.

There are some guys who finished a schooling program, who Bill is responsible for. I see him hugging, congratulating, and talking with one of the guys.

The table is set for some visitors. Mom is still in the kitchen preparing the food. I am watching tv, again high on wall, and doing something while watching. Mom asks me when I’m going to pour the water. I was eventually going to do it, but it wasn’t as important. Keeping my eyes on the tv as I get up, I go to pour the water.

(Ali’s dream)

He is running through tall bushes, grass, on a path that only he knows. People are chasing him. Ziggy Marley shows up along the way, jamming with some people, and asks Ali to come join. Ziggy says he likes Ali’s music. Ali says no, and keeps running. The people are getting closer, then Ali starts to fly.

(From Aug. 11, 2014 Ali’s dream)

We are in Africa, at an uncle’s house. He is talking to his aunt. He says he brought me with him. His female cousin comes out, asking why I was there. He knew something was going to happen, so we ran.

(From Aug. 8/9, 2014 Ali’s dream)

We had gone to Sam’s on Black Friday, getting there around noon. I was going to get one thing, and he, another. I had wanted to get there before that day to see what was there. I would stand by what we wanted, a tv, and he would get a printer, and some other things.

The Program Unpaused

(From Aug. 9, 2014)

I was at Micalanne’s, and we were watching tv. She had a baby boy, about a year old. Near the end of the show, the baby got tired, so Micalanne asked him if he wanted to go to bed. He said yes.

She pushed a button on the remote, to pause, so she wouldn’t miss anything while changing the baby’s diaper, showing me, but I don’t see.

She then gave the remote to me. After a minute, the program unpaused. I pushed a button I had used before, but it wasn’t working. I pushed another, still nothing. The program was showing a couple getting married in a chapel(?), then leaving. The girl sang some wedding / marriage song as she was doing something with stretched out white flowers in the back, before leaving.

Micalanne finished, then got upset with me for not keeping the show paused. My bed then appeared in the room, and I wanted to lay down, but she came over to me, and wouldn’t let me. She turned into Judy.

I then took my pillow, after a bit of fighting, putting it over her face, and saying that I’ll be a b…. (That’s how I said it). I wasn’t going to keep it there long enough to suffocate her, but I didn’t care what would happen to me (spiritually) if I did. She was having fun with it.

Then somehow, I managed to pick her up, and flip her on her bed (step away). She landed with her head under her body, her neck stretched / bent, looking like rubber. I noticed this, but didn’t care. My mom then came in. I wasn’t going to say anything.

My dad was telling me to go to bed. I didn’t want to. I told him I was going to boil some water, and pour it on him. I did start up the water.

He had some single serve chocolate pudding cups in the freezer. Some were chocolate and vanilla. I took them out, and I think, put them in the fridge for myself.

Same Situation

I have been at a week-long training on how to act like how a wealthy woman would. There are three, or four, women / girls sharing the room. We are leaving the next day, and so we are individually packing our things on our own time. I’m packing my things here, and there. I have most of my clothes packed, thinking I can just throw in the rest, later. My mom had me bring extra clothes, and trial sized laundry detergent (same bottle shape) in case they were needed, which they weren’t.

There were maroon / wine colored folded towels in the bathroom, bath towel next to sink, and one of the girls said to me that I could have them.

There were guys there also, and when I went to see them, they were all packing at the same time.

I saw some of their “fancy”, and fun, boxers hanging, with several baby boy, and girl, clothes hanging in front if them. When I saw them, I said, awww, even though I had seen them earlier.

I also mentioned to one of the guys not to worry about me seeing the boxers, because I had roomed with his roommates before (been through same situation / training).

The building where the training was held, a person could choose what level of manners to learn. I saw a lady go in, and chose the standard training. She sat in a somewhat darkened room, and watched the training on a screen. The map of what room to go to looked like the ones in department stores / malls. The standard level was in the middle, shaded a somewhat red color.

I was in the building where we were tested on what we learned. I was moving down the stacked cubes used for showcasing the clothes, and such that were there. When sitting on a level, and having my legs stretched out to reach the next, there was still some space between so that I needed to do a little jump / drop.

As I was moving, I saw the older lady who was in charge of the training, and testing, walking below me, on my left, going from my front to back. She didn’t see me. She was strict, but not mean.

When I got to the bottom, I saw the group of girls I was in, nearing the end of their testing, and said, oh.

During the testing, it was required to write, and show, what was learned. The lady, who I had seen earlier, was jovially singing what they had written. The girls, standing in the middle of the floor,  were dressed in 1800 style dresses (I mostly just saw the bottom part), but weren’t. The lady was to the left of them, and I was aligned with her, but near the back of the room.

There was a man giant asleep while sitting, outside. The townspeople were all around him. His head was to his left. When I came on the scene, the inside of his right leg was being sewn up, for the people had wanted to know what was inside. There was also something about his arms.

I’ll Forgive Him

Before falling asleep, saw a white Fresian(?) horse running toward me.

I was walking with someone, walking past a room, which was a couple of steps up, with a glass window to see inside. Barry Manilow was inside, with his back to the window, practicing singing. His voice started doing that shaky thing that voices of older singers do. His didn’t sound so bad as some do, so I told myself I would forgive him for it.

I then told the person I was with how I used to be in love with him when I was younger.

I took my right breast, which is smaller, and started to suck on it.

Black and White

Horses had their “toes” cut off, but were still able to run, and have fun. (I had read about the maiming of Whippet dogs. As a side note, I just did a search for Whippet, and my last post showed up. 🙂 )

I was to marry an evil man, but somehow got out of it. Amy took my place instead. They spent the night, after marrying, at the house. He had set up something for harming, but didn’t use it. As they were leaving, I was inside a doorway of a bathroom by the door, was quietly telling Amy that he was going to bind her. Her reaction was one of “So be it”. I noticed she had a bra inside her right coat(?) pocket. He said he wasn’t able to hear us, and mentioned to Amy something about coming back tomorrow for church.

I was frantically searching for something/one outside. There was something that I wished I had taken a picture of. There is a stage below me, ahead of me, to the left. People are acting, singing, wearing period(?) clothes. They started to sing a question I had asked.

I saw a man looking out a window. I saw in the bottom right corner, Disney characters from the early days, moving around. I went to have a closer look, and as I did so, they “disappeared”. It was as if they were in the glass itself. (I recently watched Superman.) What I did see, though, on the other side of the glass, were schoolchildren in black-and-white. I was wondering, ” How do they go from seeing each other in color, to seeing each other in black-and-white?”