I asked, “What do I have to do to leave this house?” The words, “Be solid” came to mind.
I dreamt that a female told me that she saw Greg using crack. I halfway believed it, but kept saying, “No, no, no.” She said to look under his car seat.
I dreamt that mom had a light brown comforter and asked me to help situate it on the bed. It was wide enough for 2, or 3 king size beds, and about as long.
I dreamt that we saw some luggage pieces that were stacked, and on the bottom were a couple pieces, on each side, that we thought were gone. I don’t remember if they were all the same, but the one I saw was pink with a gingham style design with big fancy letters, with curls, spelling “Dad.” The word was going from the left side to the top.
I dreamt that I was on a type of bike, at night, with someone sitting behind me, and we were trying to get up a hill. We got halfway up, but were having a difficult time going the rest of the way / getting to the top, where people were.
I was afraid that the gears were going to get stripped because of the difficult time / difficulty we were having.
I dreamt something about being instructed on using a clickable pen for using drugs. A guy was saying something about when you click the pen open (and let go?), to use the end part (that goes inside), which looked like a blade.
I dreamt of being in an exercise class with some visiting acrobats. The female teacher asked them to show us a small performance on the rectangular trampolines that were there.
I dreamt (or in same dream) of a girl telling the teacher / instructor that there weren’t enough men in the class. They were using the stretch / rubber bands. Some of them were up against a wall.
I dreamt about a woman, and her golden retriever, going home, at night, using a dirt path at the right end of the street / block. She was on a bike. There was a field up front, and the houses were in back.
Someone covered a couple deep lines that were in the dirt that looked like a slanted 11. I was telling a lady (Starbucks customer who does jazzercise?) about this lady. (I watched a Ted x talk about death and dying. 11 weeks until death, dreams and visions of the deceased are increased. I don’t know if that is a connection.)
The word, “Vukuraba” came to mind, which is the Bantu language of Shona, which means “Find out.”
I dreamt of a huge baby (parade balloon size) with transparent skin so that the organs could be seen. It fell through a second story (?) inside a building.
There were several people there, two women and a man, who seemed to have been doing an experiment / research on the baby. It died after it fell through.
The women, facing me, almost looked like twins, with short dark hair. The one on the right had a chin like Greg, and had about 4 staples on the bottom of the white of her eyes. I was concerned that if it had gone into the iris (colored part) that she would’ve lost her sight. There was something about them that made me feel uneasy.