Growing Up

I asked the question, “What is that (Utah) girl’s kryptonite?” I dreamt that a girl (Ariana Grande?) had sung a song about growing up. The picture had a Pokemon ball hanging. I dreamt that work was over and I wanted to take a shower before leaving. I was naked and trying to hurry to open my locker before the guys showed up. The first number I could remember was 97 but the locks don’t go that high so I was frantically trying to remember the combination. I heard some people so I used to yellow washcloths that I had to … Continue reading Growing Up

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 … Continue reading Feel the Empty Space

Submission

(Warning: little gory at the end.) I’m somewhere where there are people, but I’m not with them. There’s food in a separate room. I go in by myself, seems the others let me go first, by myself. A lady (used to be secretary at D. I.) is sitting behind the food table. I grab ?, then some tortilla(?) chips that are almost near the end. I then realized that there isn’t anything to drink, but then remembered that I brought my own grape juice / drink, and pb&j. I go to throw away the food crumbs, along with a plastic … Continue reading Submission

Already Seen

(Night before, I asked, what is the sphere (from Ringing Cedars series of Anastasia)) I am standing, with someone else, on the outside end of a racquetball court outside. Banksy is there also, as a protection. We are involved in a hide and seek type “game”. I am looking around the corner, on the left side. Something about graffiti on the courts. Banksy tells us that if we’ve seen the target(?), “they’ve” already seen us. I’m sleeping in the front(?) room, on the porcelain tile floor(?), wrapped up in a blue blanket. My dad, dressed for work, tells me to … Continue reading Already Seen

Becoming Conscious

A guy, at a party, is standing(?) at a table. He’s having a fun time, but he doesn’t see that one of the other people at the table has drugged his drink. He is next seen at / in a lab. He is strapped down next to someone (on his right) who looks similar to him. Their clothes have been switched. He is starting to become conscious. I’m in a building, at the end of the hallway, and there is a guy to my left, and girl to my right. They are strapped down, blindfolded, and crying out. I continue … Continue reading Becoming Conscious

Directions

I stopped at a small store off the highway, asking three older men directions. (I believe it had been snowing, and possibly there was a storm, and I had stopped during the middle of the storm. I am not quite positively sure on this, but this is what I am sensing.) I am holding a piece of paper with an amateurly drawn map of the area on it. The road I want is partially off the paper, up top. The men are showing me that even though on paper the distance may look long, it reality it is only a … Continue reading Directions