Trauma

I asked, “What will happen if I don’t marry Ali?” I dreamt that the Beatles were still together and singing songs in the ’70’s. I saw Paul singing. I dreamt that I had recently moved to a new home. Some of the cats were outside in the back. There may have been a wood fence (?). I think it was (getting) dark. I didn’t see “Sneaky” (female Siamese) out there. Cross-eyed (she isn’t but looks like it) may have been inside. I was worried about her going out because of the trauma she had of her back claws. We thought … Continue reading Trauma

Make A Structure

I dreamt that I was watching a preview of a movie about a boy who visits his girlfriend from another country (Asian?). The sun is setting. She is wearing a black bustier. He pulls the top down from her left breast to suck on it. This is her first time being sexual with him. I see a jolt of energy/electricity go through her. They are then sitting outside next to each other on a different day. There is a small space between them with her on the right. She is holding some of the letters she received from him. She … Continue reading Make A Structure

Turn Into Dust

I didn’t ask a question last night. I dreamt that Ali would make people’s (sleeping) dreams turn into dust. (That’s what the Utah girl does to mine.) I dreamt that I was standing out past right field of a baseball field. There were other people as well. I was thinking that if the ball hit my glasses I could get some new ones. Shortly after thinking this, a ball did hit the bottom of my right lens, breaking and shattering it. Amy cleaned it up. I didn’t move. I dreamt that a short silver horse trailer was standing on the … Continue reading Turn Into Dust

No One Came

I asked, “Did my spirit visit Ali while he was in Africa?” ( last year the voices told him that I had.) I dreamt that some relatives of the neighbor had moved in with him and his wife. Ali’s house belonged to my parents instead of him. The relatives had a bedroom facing mine. Everyone was trying to figure out how to situate the rooms (my family in my room) so that we’re not looking at each other. I told my mom, between whisper and normal, that I was here first (meaning that I shouldn’t have to reconfigure my room). … Continue reading No One Came

King of the Mountain / End of the Line

(From June 19, 2015) Some men were over, fixing the SmartTV so that it’ll stop crashing. There was a black box, from inside, that was out, hanging by the cords. The men explained what they were doing, but don’t remember what they said. One man had a small lightbulb under his left nostril. It wasn’t real, and wasn’t touching him. It was more like it had been drawn there. King of the Mountain from Midnight Oil (From June 20, 2015) Flying / going over a mansion in Alaska, that I wouldn’t mind having. There was greenery covering it. It was … Continue reading King of the Mountain / End of the Line

Not Overflowing 

(From Jan. 23, 2015) An older Mexican lady was staying in one of my parents rooms because she had cancer, and she still looked good. She had recently moved in. On all the walls she had blue ruffle curtains. There was a lady there lying next to her on the bed, and this Mexican lady laid her head on the right shoulder of the other.  I was jealous, almost to where I could get depressed, of other people who have their own vehicle. Even poor black people had their own camper / trailer. I heard someone mention / tell me … Continue reading Not Overflowing 

I Keep Going 

(From Jan. 17, 2015) I was sleeping in bed. My mom comes next to me, and tells me that it’s time to go to bed. I don’t open my eyes. I want to continue sleeping. She turns off the small fan I have beside me. She then wants to show me a newspaper with an article about Oprah, who had brought an older (70’s?) black lady on her show (when she had it), who had taken care of three (at different times) returned vets. Oprah had brought one of them to the show as a surprise. When he started walking … Continue reading I Keep Going 

Unsturdy

It’s my first day back at work at D. I. I’m in the back, not knowing where I should be, but am in an area where the new clothes are hung up before going out on the floor to be sold. A girl is hanging bikini thongs. It’s lunch time, and the kitchen / break room is upstairs. The “stairs” are a stack of books in a darkened area that looks like an old bookstore. There are books everywhere. The stairs take a turn to the right, at head level, then circle up, but I don’t see the upper portion … Continue reading Unsturdy

Long Enough?

Policeman, couple inches taller than doorway, chewing tobacco, some of which is coming out of right ear. He is dressed with long boots, as if for horse patrol. He comes to ask us if we know where the sound of running water is coming from. We tell him no. He mentions something about poets needing water. He then leaves, changing into swim trunks somehow on the way, and gets into a nearby pool. It’s snowing diagonally outside. The intensity changes. Windows are open, with a table below, inside. Small mounds of snow develop on the table. I’m really excited about … Continue reading Long Enough?

Hanging On

Lights are (being) turned off in a building, except where I am, because it’s time to leave. I am with a baby, and toddler boy. A mother comes, and takes one of them (don’t remember which), wrapping in a blanket, and holding to her chest as she walks away. I want to say to her, what about the other?, but then think maybe this one doesn’t belong to her. A couple of people come to check on us, and we leave the building together. I’m coming from ?, walking up to my grandma’s house. My hair is in a loose … Continue reading Hanging On