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. 

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Don’t Lose The Baby

I’m in the passenger side of a car. My dad is in back, needing to come up front, waiting for me to move, but I don’t. He ends up front anyhow. Somehow I have the brake pedal on my side.

My dad drives fast, and I am amazed that I am able to slow the car down as he turns corners (right).

We have come to a small hill, with a road on top. We wait for the cars to pass before driving up / joining them.

Marie Osmond

I have two plastic pieces to put together, but don’t have the substance to / that hold(s) them together. A lady tells me I can buy what I need cheaply. I calmly respond, “Or buy what works”, implying that cost doesn’t matter. She is stunned / shocked that I would say that.

I’m in a van / bus / RV, with other people. We are waiting for something. I have someone’s baby (6 months?). I’m letting it crawl around. A lady tells me not to lose the baby.

Some of the people are standing, speaking Arabic. Sowin is across from me, on the other side of these people. He is Iranian, but understands Arabic. He is listening, but not participating, with his head slightly down.

It is Ramadan month. I, along with the other women, who are Muslim, have plastic wrap around our heads, like when a robber puts on a stocking. I’m still able to breathe. We are strictly not allowed to poke any hole(s), or danger will come to us. Even still, I want to poke a pinhole in between my slightly parted lips.

I have a knowing that everyone has to walk through a tunnel, as is done during this period, women having to wear the plastic. They are allowed to remove it when they reach the other side. I’m amazed that these women are able to do this. I don’t see the tunnel, so don’t know how long it is.

Some of the men are discussing how / that they hate / dislike praying in that room because there is no room to maneuver / move.

As I am waking up, I see myself crying because I have “lost” my baby.

The name Kamar comes to mind.

Ali is picking up his grey hoodie that he had had sized for him. One of the ladies / the lady had stitched something on the top of the flap of fabric that is inside by the zipper, as a memory of his lost baby / son.

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.

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 bag / wrap. After I let go, I see what looks like a black bug crawling out. As it keeps moving, it grows into a kitten, walking towards a small hill / mound in front of me, diagonally to my right.

As the kitten is walking, I see a big cat. I then think, “Oh, this must be a bobcat.” It then has its claws in my left pointer finger. I’m wanting it to let go, not sure what I’m doing so that it would, but doesn’t. I then say out loud, “God, let these claws come out.” After saying this, one claw tears through my skin as they come out.

After this, I see the black kitten has walked up the mound, where the white mother is stretched out, lying on the left side, head down. The bottom stomach area, and a small section going across the top of her chest, right below her throat, look like she has been skinned, and is dying.

The kitten goes to one of the skinned nipples to feed, and gets blood on its right paw. I look at the mothers face. She has a look of submission / “That’s the way life goes.” I then get on my knees, and heartbreaking sadness, cry out, “No! No! No!”

Help Me Hold On

Me, and the old man neighbor, are together at a warehouse that sells plants, and flowers, a nursery. We are resting by the doors, watching the people, which are few. A manager(?), and another employee are doing something behind a counter. (There’s more, but I don’t remember.)

Ali, and I, are walking down a very rocky orange-y / rusty colored hill. About halfway down, I see cars traveling from left to right, on the hill. I see Ali’s vehicle below. Just above the cars, there is a crevice(?). He is able to jump across, and down to the car. He gets in, starts to drive, not leaving. He looks back, waiting for me.

The crevice looks too dangerous for me, so I decide to go back the way we came. I’m not able to get a grip, slowly sliding down. I’m telling myself, out loud, to hold on. I continue slipping, becoming scared. I then cry out, “God, help me hold on!” I then stop, being able to get a grip on the edges of an arrowhead rock formation. I look below, and see that if I had kept going, I would’ve fallen on the hill a bit of a distance down. I then look to my left, and see the wife of a church leader standing on a level area. She was sticking her head out, looking at me.

It Takes Time

Cher is living in an old warehouse / industrial building turned apartments. I’m standing outside her apartment with a woman, and young lady. The wall, and door is vertically to my right, with these ladies standing between me and the apartment. The door is to the right.

This girl is going to be Cher’s roommate, but wanted to come check it out to see if she likes it before making a commitment.

Cher comes out, and the girl excitedly, almost running, goes inside to see.

There are some young guys, local(?) musicians, fooling around on the roof. Something happened to cause a part of Cher’s ceiling to come down, covering a tall spiral(?) sculpture.

I’m sitting, with a man and woman in front of me, to my left. The man is on the left. They both have long grey hair. His is to his butt, hers is to her calves, tapered on the edges a bit. She is wearing a long light blue dress.

She is then standing on the other side of him, facing him. I started to ask her something, then realized she may not know I was talking to her, so I touched her hip.

I ask her how much time it takes to take care of her hair. She smiles, chuckles a bit, then said that it takes time. I ask if she washes all at once. She said she washes in sections, every other day.

Ali is squatting, to the left of me, doing something. I’m paying attention to the fact that he has hair. It is “molded” so that it looks like a Sheiks turban.

(From Sept. 22, 2014)

Someone brings the newborn tabby kittens in a cage. I wonder where the mother is / why she wasn’t brought. (We have week old kittens. The tabby’s were born in April.)

(Ali’s dream)

Driveway on a hill. We are on the sidewalk. I tell him we should go to the left, instead of the right, because there is chaos in the other direction.

(From Sept. 21, 2014)

I am sitting in the front row in a class(?) room (no desks). There are some girls to my right talking about a black guy, who has money. I’m facing these girls, and mention that Briana had been dating him. I then face front, and see her next to me, on my left. I say, “Oh.”

In the evening, I’m walking somewhere (between buildings?), and see him. His name is Kivin. He tells me to tell Briana that he’s still willing to give her a loan. I want to teasingly say that I’ll take a loan, but stop myself because the thought came, what if I can’t repay the loan.

Russian

David Wolfe looked poor/ homeless. His hair had the beginnings of being greasy / oily. He was at my grandmas house, in the front yard. He was pulling out sections of grass, like a carpet, and moving them back and forth, like someone who doesn’t know what he is doing. He was wanting to take a piece, to take back to where he lived, without being noticed.

At one corner, there was a handle underneath, to help him move the piece. The grass was growing under the piece (I said it looks like carpet). I thought to myself, “Oh, that’s how it grows.” There was a hole under this piece.

Something about a fluffy puppy, going poop, and me holding it for a while as it slept.

Something about someone’s hair, and looking for (a) bobby pin(s).

I was holding David while he slept, outside of a building, my left arm behind his back. His last name is now Russian. His skin turns dark like an India Indian when he sleeps, but lightens up when he wakes.

When he wakes, I make some funny faces, and then laugh.

Robert Mailhouse walks past us, on the sidewalk. He also looks poor / homeless. The back of his neck is covered with a tattoo.

Another actor is walking behind him, holding a small blonde boy. He also looks the same.

A boy, 10(?), walks around a corner of bushes, 10 yards away(?), past us, toward the building. I ask David, “Isn’t that your brother?” He responds, “In-law.” This boy had the same last name. I Kinda pushed David forward a little so the boy would look, but he kept walking

A blonde woman, buxom some, with some weight, comes out from the building, behind us, to the right. She says to me,” Oh, look what you bought”, attempting to be pleasant, then went back in.

Rihanna, and Nicki Minaj, were wearing theatrical makeup for everyday use. Rihanna had dark eyes, with dark brown, exaggerated smudged(?) lines under her eyes.

Nicki’s makeup looked like a geisha, but instead of white, she used different shades of pink, which didn’t go to her hairline, but looked more like a mask.

Could’ve Been Us

(From Sept. 1, 2014 Ali’s dream. See pic below)

We are on an expensive motorcycle, riding along, me in front. We are wearing colorful clothes, as if coming from a festival. There are flowers, and bushes on either side, along with gravel, looking like a small country town. We ride past other cyclists, who follow us.

The road then goes downhill. The light at the bottom is the kind that swings from a wire. There is water on either side.

My speed picks up. Ali says he feels there is a cop waiting, and for me to slow down. I don’t listen.

He then tells me the light is red. I swerve to an open space on the left. The other cyclists continue, one getting killed somehow, and the others getting ticketed by the cop.

After the cop is finished with them, he comes over to us, telling us that he was actually waiting for us. I am taller than he.

I am stunned by the death, and say that that could’ve been us. There is blood, so I don’t go over to look, but Ali does.

(From Aug. 31, 2014)

I see a large area, round tables with white tablecloths set up for a banquet / reception. Not sure if this was inside, or out. Wind was blowing, and a small wave came through. Nothing was disturbed, wrecked.

I am in Paris / Europe, knowing that I am / would be close to the temple in Rome.

There is a guy, who I am up close to, looking at his left arm, outside middle, by his shoulder. There appears to be light yellow coloring, so I ask if it’s a scar, or tattoo. He said it’s the number 50, commemorating some guy’s named Linden (first/last?), accomplishment.

We are then seated separate. He is up against a wall, like in a cave, and calls me over to sit with him. Another guy comes over, and tells him he can take a break. I say to him, “Oh, so you’re the one who instituted the pairing up.”

I’m kneeling, doing something, Ali standing to my left. He starts to become anxious / nervous. He then asks me to marry him. I tell him no, then he starts to relax.

(From Aug. 27 / 28, 2014)

I’m at a park(?), when I see a person across the way, looking like a Mexican guy, wearing white, with a gun. He is shooting, but not killing.

There are leaders of the church here for a meeting / seminar. This guy comes towards us, looking for someone to shoot. As this guy gets closer, though, I see that it is a woman, in her 50’s(?). I “hide”, though I can still be seen. I wasn’t going to say anything, for fear of getting hit, but speak up anyway. I ask her why she is shooting. She says it’s because she is (very) annoyed. I then ask what she is annoyed at, but she walks away without answering.

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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.

Staying Aware

A tall, dark, towering, menacing, but enticing, cartoon building springs up. Once inside, though, everything is real. There are tons of activities to keep people busy, and not leave. They can leave, but they would need to want to leave, by keeping / staying aware. The workers didn’t always enjoy their work, feeling tired a lot of the time, and thought this was how it is / was supposed to be.

I’m standing outside, in front of this building, wondering where some black friends are that I was supposed to meet up with. I see them the next day, in front of this building. They tell me that as they were driving past, this building enticed them in, staying all night, and then sleeping there.

When I get inside, I had become a worker. I saw one floor which was set apart for gambling, but did not see any of the others.

On the employee floor, I see two female workers, standing next to each other, in a corner. Employees wear vests, and the color changes according to their position / level. The vests on these girls turned from the entry color (don’t remember), to pink (hems were a bit darker), to brown. This signified the passing of time. A girl stood to my right, and I asked her what was next. She pointed to an older lady (50’s / 60’s) who was walking from left to right, to go between us, and those other girls. This woman was a manager, and a bit on the gruff side.

There were some young light skin black boys, of varying ages, doing “wrong” things. The punishment was to be hosed. One of the younger ones (8 / 9) got caught, and it was my duty to hose him. The leader, who taught these boys to do these things, was there. He looked akin to Terence Howard, I think. I decided, instead of the boy who was caught, getting hosed, the leader should be the one. As I was deciding this, he left, no one knowing where to.

There was a big square space, made of tile, on the floor. (The size of a dance platform?) There was about an inch, or two, of water covering it. I was sliding back, and forth, having fun. We weren’t supposed to be doing this (sliding, or having fun?). A girl worker was there watching me, standing outside the square, not saying anything, but enjoying watching me.

I am with a couple of the girls, and we are watching a tall, blonde, woman anxiously going from the middle of the open area / hallway, to a room on the left. She would only go just inside the door, and would pick up, and look at, a small white plastic thing, then put it down, and go back to where she was. These girls were teasing, about her, that she was looking at this thing as if it was a pregnancy test.

(From yesterday(?) that I forgot)

I wanted to color my hair black, and so used a relaxer. As I was wringing out my hair, only a tiny portion stayed on my hair.