Bounce right back up

(From Jan. 30, 2015)

Seems like the 1800’s, Little House on the Prairie / Anne of Green Gables, style. A young girl (10?) is outside of a house, with a table vertical to the house, on the right. A boy has walked away, and (she runs after)

(From Feb. 12, 2015)

A man (Eric Pepin?) is in the house, sitting on the floor. He is showing us that / how he can pull up a person’s name on the SmartTV. He brings up a head shot of an autistic girl, whose name is Cass, with another female beside her. Cass is dangerous. 

It’s soon time to leave, and I mention to someone that the blinds need to be shut (over the glass doors) because it’s dark outside. 

Before Eric leaves, he gives me a hug. He comes to my chest area. We are both surprised at the difference, thinking we were about the same height. I mention that I’m amazed at this. 

I was in the drivers seat of Kyle’s (beat up) station wagon, in an enclosure. There was a boat in front of me, and a vehicle behind, blocking me in. I did see an opening though, behind the vehicle, so I went through. There was a small ditch, wide enough for one person, with water running through, which I was able to cross over. The tire went down, then bounced right back up. 

(From Feb. 13, 2015)

I’m in the garage, with a big black dog, ready to take off for when the police break down the door. 

Ali, and I, have to leave the house. I’m scared. It’s dark outside with some light coming in. On the floor, I see a black shadow, line, appear in the middle. 

Outside, I see two of the Siamese kittens, about a year old, with some lightly colored of Siamese colorings. The Siamese father is in the middle of them, as if watching over them. They look toward me, and their eyes turn white, I take a picture. 

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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.)

Get Rid of Outsourcers

Get rid of outsourcers

Dr. J had become a doctor after basketball, but was now retired.

Things were going smooth with Judy, and I, then something happened, and we got into a verbal fight.

Coley had a pasta noodle going across his top teeth. I wondered why Amy didn’t tell him / say something.

I was sitting at the end of the table, waiting for dinner. Coley sitting to my left. Amy leaned over me, her chest in my face (I was leaning back to my left), giving Coley some food / drink.

In front of Ali, I walked naked to get something. I thought, oh well.

(From Oct. 21, 2014)

I was at my parents(?) house, dad sitting in chair to my left, watching the beginning of a soap opera. There was a lady on the phone, said a couple of sentences, then the camera panned to the left. A man had walked in to another man’s apartment. They were dressed up (being a soap opera) in expensive dress clothes. There were small spotlights at the edges of the door, on the ground, facing up.

There was a coffee table in front of me, I’m laying(?) on a couch, with a black digital watch, propped up, facing left. I saw the numbers 5 & 3, and thought it was 5:30. I then became a little anxious / nervous, thinking that I missed work without calling in (it was a new job), and that I hadn’t cleaned the house yet, and what would Ali think. Thinking it was that late, and not much I could do, I decided to wait, and see what happens. I then looked more closely at the watch, and saw that it was counting down the seconds, and the time was actually only around 1, or 2.

There were men outside, lined up in a row sideways, but with space between them. They had come in their trucks, to get paid for the farming they had done. The man I saw was about 10 – 15 pounds overweight, and tall. He was there with a younger boy (10 / 11?). They were facing front left, where was standing the man paying him, who also came in a truck, facing right.

The man getting paid had his hands on the other man’s arms, feeling them, because he had lost the majority of his sight during his working years, but could still see a little. His two fingers (pointer, and middle), on both hands, were shaped more like a sloth’s.

After the payment was made, the man paying, said to the worker, that he (worker) had been working there since (he said a name, but don’t remember) was a baby, talking about someone else.

The man getting paid, and the boy, were then in the truck, just sitting there, with the man on the left. I could then see that the man looked Hispanic. The boy then asked the man, presumably his grandfather, if he (the boy) could come pick up the man after work. The boy then yawned, and laid his head on the man’s shoulder. It wasn’t time for him to be at school yet.

The man was then at a restaurant, sitting at a round table with white tablecloth. He had a drink in his (right?) hand, waiting for his food, brought it up for cheers, looking at a sculpture of someone (Roman era type).

(Ali’s dream)

He was tickling me, while I was running circles around him.

(From Oct. 20, 2014)

Poland

(From Oct. 19, 2014)

Ivana Trump

(From Oct. 18, 2014)

I had a long sheet of hard plastic, which I was cutting into thin strips, but keeping them attached at the end. I then put it over some window blinds, to block out the majority of the sun coming through that fell onto a bed close next to it. The bed belongs to an older lady. I was only able to cover about 3/4 of the blinds, but it was enough.

The farmers are planning to walk away from their homes. I asked why, when it’s so close to the end of the month.

We, Ali and I, are renting from one of them. I thought to myself that we don’t have to leave now, even though they are, and will wait until the end of the month.

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 ?). He was standing, moving his arms with expression, and started to talk about, before the prayer, with a Russian accent, a weight loss program he was selling, and would need $300.

(From Oct. 11, 2014)

Woke up with the song, “Happy Ever After”, by Julia Fordham.

(From Oct. 10, 2014)

I’m at a (shoe?) store, and hip hop / r&b is playing. The majority of the customers are black. I go to where the music is coming from (front?), and change it. I turn the dial to see what else is playing, but as I turn it, the music stays the same.

As I change the music, I think to myself that I overrule them (the blacks).

Instead of getting upset with me, most of them go to the / a back room to listen to their music.

Still in the store, I have brought two Skechers catalogs that I had gotten in the mail, and am looking through one of them. A young black female is next to me, and she is telling someone else about a couple of the shoes, so I give her the extra one to look through.

(From Oct. 9, 2014)

I was, but wasn’t, in the movie “Alexander and the…. Very Bad Day”, but the circumstances were different. I’m sitting at a rectangular table, at the end(?), with other people, eating. I then see to my left, that several black women have sat down, on both sides, and the end. I tell them that someone else was sitting there.

(From Oct. 8, 2014 Ali’s dream)

He is jogging along a gravel road. Others are there as well. Small towns are along the way. There is a hill that he needs to jog around to come back.

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.

It’s Funny Some of the Things They Say About You

Church classrooms are used as apartments during the week. They are all in a row along a back wall. The doors are curtains. My family lives here, and each time I come to visit, they are in a different room. Ben has his own, in the middle.

People are in the church kitchen, to make something. Taylor Swift is there, wearing shorts. She is standing in front of me, facing my direction, but not looking at me. She then walks to my left, to do something (wash hands?). I turn, and say to her, “It’s funny, some of the things they say about you.” She then has a mixed look of confusion, and curiosity. She says, “Oh, yeah? Like what?” I then tell her about an article I read (month ago?) about outfits she wears when she comes out of the gym, after working out, and that she wore heels.

One of the ladies in the kitchen is smoking. That got me upset, and incredulously told her to go outside, because this is a church. I then saw several others (individually) smoking, and told them the same. I couldn’t understand how they could be so nonchalant about smoking in a church.

(From Sept. 7, 2014)

An older man, half-naked, with a “pregnant” belly, is sitting in his (living?) room, on a couch, with a tv in front of him. He is to be part of a reality series. He says something to the camera people, then gets up, and walks past the tv toward another room. He has skinny legs, like in a cartoon. I don’t see his arms, but know he has them, because I see him holding something. His wife may have been there also.

Rue McClanahan is making something for him, as a surprise for him, in another room.

I am in a cultural hall, where people are making a life-size version of what Rue McClanahan was making, using plastic rectangular tables, folding them into the shape needed.

I glide across the floor, in my socks, while these people are busy. I am careful not to glide into their materials on the floor. Also seems there were crumbs of dark chocolate cake on the floor as well.

I see some colorful cake frosting on a knife on the stage, so go over there to get a piece of cake. When I arrive, though, that’s all there is.

A driver has somehow flipped a horse trailer, with a horse inside, while driving over dirt. The horse has fallen out, landing on it’s back. The neck is twisted / bent. The horse is moving around, wanting to get back up. A guy, a vet?, comes over, uses a (pocket) knife, and cuts a small section in the horse’s neck, below the jaw. He then slices a thin piece off of the muscle. The horse doesn’t move during this. The guy says something. I rub the horse, saying that it’s ok, because no anesthesia was used. The guy then says something again, but directed toward about the absence of anesthesia.

I see twins nursing, at the same time, laying on either side.

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.

Still Needs To Be Paid For

Something about living by a tree, not in a house, and needing to use the bathroom. I was seeing another tree, looking like a Dragon Blood tree, a bit to my left(?), and forward a little. I was sure there was a toilet by / under it, but all I could see was a car parked a length in front of it.

(The rest of these are all in the evening / dark)

Kyle was inside a dumpster, scavenging. His clothes were filthy. I was standing away from him a bit, and was disgusted by him doing that.

I was lying on a couch out/inside (think it may have been out, then went in). From a (short) distance away from my feet, I saw what looked to be a meerkat. It started to come over towards me, a (short) distance from the couch, dipping underground every once in a while. It stopped about the middle of the couch area. It was dark where it was, so I used the flashlight on the iPod to shine a light on it. It then had the markings of a lynx. It sat there for a bit, then came over to the couch, sitting at my feet. I don’t remember if I did anything.

I drove Ali to a bank. It was a dark wooden building, in a small u-shaped shopping center. There were a lot of vehicles parked. I could see Ali, talking to someone, through the big windows.

I was parked up by the sidewalk, but wanted to back up in the spot behind me, over to the right a couple of spots. I went backwards past a couple of cars, truck & Cadillac, both grey, then backed into the spot.

Ali came out, and started to open the door, but wasn’t able to open it all the way because there was a white big rig parked close next to us, at an angle so as to keep the door from opening.

I decided to then back up the car so he could get in. As I started to back up, the car kept going, fast (10 – 20 mph?). I had the brake down, but it wasn’t working. I kept saying, to the car, to stop, getting louder each time, to where I was almost yelling. I ended up going out of the lot, hoping not to get hit, as a car, another Cadillac, was close to coming in.

I ended up somewhere where I could go in circles, and let the car do it’s thing.

Ali, and I, are walking up a short / small hill outside of some businesses. I don’t see him, but know he’s there. I see Mindy, before she was married, walking down the small ramp by us. I then see a woman coming back up, thinking it was Mindy again, but she had on a black bandana on / around her face.

She stepped in some moist, black, dog poop. She didn’t get upset. She brought up her foot, and getting it off by flipping it somehow. The underside was dry, looking like it had pebbles, or cat litter.

She went to the owner of the business where we were standing in front of, who came out, and picked it up. The owner then asked this lady a question about it.

Before moving on, I see a young (Hispanic?) family standing in front of us, couple steps away. They had a young girl (6-8), crying, who had her right eye poked by something there. She told her parents, as she was calming down, that this thing wanted her to go to heaven.

Ali was sitting in a black Victorian(?) wheelchair, with the scrolls, and “waves” on the side. He wanted me to push him, but I c/wouldn’t. I was starting to open a door, and had a stroller (like the type little girls have, not the big ones) with a baby in it.

We were inside a restaurant. I was sitting at a round wood table. There was a young family seated to my left, and back a little. Their table, and chairs, were lifted a bit. In front of this family, and to my left, in front a bit, was the bar.

After this family ate, one of the bartenders, with long black wavy / curly hair, inside the bar area, leaning back, told the husband not to worry about it, that it was taken care of. I was under the impression that the father may be an employee there.

I was finishing my food, kinda moving it around. It was on a white plate, bit bigger than a charger. I then looked up, and saw Ali, walking in front of the bar, from left to right. He had a plate in his hand. He placed it in the sink in the bar area. He then saw, or he stood there a couple of seconds before an old (from the past, not age), dark black, tall, with long hair, female student saw him. He perked up, and said hello. They talked for a minute, or two(?).

He then walked over towards me, big bouquet in hand. He was skinny, almost gaunt / homeless looking, with grey stubble. There was a man standing by the table, back to me, so he couldn’t / didn’t come closer to me.

I asked him, incredulously, “You ate?” He responded, with a hint of urgency, and loud enough for those close by to hear, that there was a twist(?) to it. He wanted me to get up, and follow him. I told him that my food still needed to be paid for.

Go In Alone

My parents bring me to a tech school, on a whim. I go in alone. Talking to the ladies at the desk, I realize I had forgotten that I had signed up for a week-long class. I ask if I can come, and go, but am told that since I signed up for the band, I had to stay. The ladies are wearing scrubs.

A male employee walks past me (behind, or front?). He walks into the first room around the corner into an older lady’s (didn’t see, but knew she was there) room, a cork board on the wall next to it. The ladies say that he was being bad. I point out to them where he went, and they rushed to go there.

I was worried about my parents waiting for me outside this whole time, as I didn’t go back outside, but I didn’t ask if I could go out.

I was given a pretty backpack (pale mint green / pink?). In a small side pocket were Mickey Mouse, and some other Disney characters, made out of the material used for earth mats, from Vibesup.

There were also several pairs of different colors of silky(?) pj’s, along with waist robes. Some of the robes, still in the clear packaging, slid down / out. I was excited about the robes because of the belt, and held one up to show some of the girls I would be staying with for the week.

I go to a door, which has wallpaper in the center of it, mellow yellow with small flowers?, and am partially sure / confident it was the one I was to enter. A kind lady came up behind me, and with a smile, opening the door, assured me that I was correct.

I’m in a classroom. There are several rows of long rectangular tables, vertical to the front. There is a pull down screen (not tv, but made with white material used for shades) in front, and cartoons playing. I watch, thinking that is what I am to do, before getting to work.

I see that no one else is watching, but instead, working on their projects of making patterns for clothes. There is a small white box next to each person, with their names on each, that the materials came in.

I’m walking between the first two rows of tables, confused at not finding mine. I then walk to the front of the first row, and see my name on the materials that Linda (ex-coworker) has. She then gives them to me.

After I sit, between two guys, almost cramped, I set on the table my scotch tape that is in a metal holder.

I then look behind me, and see materials on the table, for two people who are missing. One of them has Mark’s name. I want to say that he is my brother, but don’t.

(Ali’s dreams)

Ali, and two other Somali’s, are taken to be killed, not knowing which one it will be. They are out in the open. One of the guys gets tied up, in front, to be killed, and while he is being tied up, Ali gets a big stick, and starts hitting the guy, doing the tying, on the head, and saying that this isn’t right. The other guy escapes. There are people watching, but they do nothing to stop this.

Someone asks Ali if he is a movie star, and he says no. Someone else asks him to come to Hollywood, but Ali says no, he doesn’t want to, because it’s trouble.

(From July 12, 2014)

I’m lying / sleeping on my dad’s side of the bed (which I have never done) when he comes home from work. I am aware of him as he puts his things down next to his side. I’m almost too tired to get up, but after several minutes, decide to get up because he’ll be wanting it, and fix it.

There is a concrete tower / pillar that looks like cars used to use. When I get up top, I see that that is no longer possible, but can still see some tire markings.

I look out, and see the city below, and the beautiful sunrise / set. The pillar starts to shake, then crumbles down. I fall behind it, rather than above / on top of it. I’m thinking of my feet, and wondering what will happen to them when I hit.