Hallowed Pits

11.12.22

I was with someone as honored guests at a wealthy home. The person I was with remained as just a silent presence next to me, taking in what was happening but never conversing with me or the people I was interacting with. The hosts were having a number of servants parading in and out of the room with all sorts of architectural plans and models for homes, buildings, communities and towns and cities. They were wanting to know my opinions of all of the things they had come up with and whether I approved of them or not. I would give them my opinion and then they would direct the servant to different exist from the room based on what I told them. I got that how they directed them was based on whether the plans or designs passed inspection, needed work or were going to be set aside entirely.  I was quite humbled by them showing us all these boards with miniature models of communities they owned and managed, and wondered why they wanted my opinion so badly. They asked many questions about each of them and I answered as best as I could. Servers after server would take away the ones I had inspected and bring in new ones. It was almost like a dance and I was amazed at how many they were in charge of, whole towns in some cases. After doing this for a while, I asked how much more was there. The couple the guided me over to a large Victorian style sliding pocket door and opened it up to a very large room with dozens of tables covered in what looked like miniatures of whole towns. The man turned to me and said, this is the future and you are telling us what it will look like.

Suddenly, I felt myself floating above one of those towns that was no longer a 'model' but a real town people were living in. I knew instantly it was one of the ones we had discussed but was 'charted' for 'remodeling'. It was a small coastal tourist type town with a small highway that ran by the ocean. It was up on a cliff like area over looking the ocean and more rocky rather than beach like. The main street of this town literally went up to this highway and there was a tourist type camping park right next to it on the left hand side and small homes to the right. I got that this town had been charted for 'removal' because they had built too close to the ocean and needed to be moved more inland. Just as I realized this, an earthquake hit and the a bad landslide began to occur taking the road out with it. It happened at the end of the street of that cliff looking over the ocean. As the road began to cave in I watched it swallow a truck followed by a van with what looked either an emergency or road crew lights on it. As the road began to cave in more and more I saw it creep toward the camping grounds and swallow one of the motor homes. Just as the motor home fell into what now looked like a cavernous pit, I heard for the first time the screams of the people who were experiencing this. Then suddenly their screams were drowned out by the loud wail of a baby crying from the motor home as it slid down into the hallowed out pit in the road that had been created by the landslide. I watch it continue to slide down the hillside toward the ocean. I woke up with the sound of the crying baby still in my thoughts.

Of Fish and Men

10.29.22

I woke, by my alarm, to some forgetful dreams. I turned it off and allowed myself to doze again. If was a very quick 'nap' though likely less than 10 minutes, but this dream came through extremely vivid.

I found myself sitting in the front row of an audience at what seemed like a meeting. I was mostly to myself with one person on each side of me, but my back was still to everyone else. I could sense there was quite a crowd though. Two men went to the front of the crowd with baskets in their arms. They set the baskets down and one of the men proceeded to pull out the fish and place them in the other man's arms, as if preparing for him to carry as many as he could at one time. He keep pulling out fish after fish to where the man holding them had his arms so full he appeared like two legs holding up a huge pile of fish. The scales on the fish kept flashing hints of gold and silver, almost making them appears as polished metal armor. There was way more fish in his arms than what the baskets they carried up there could have possibly held. There was so many fish they began to fall to the ground and create a pile there as well. After a bit, the man holding the fish was instructed to hand out the fish to everyone and the second man grabbed the second basket and made his rounds handing out fish as well.

As I watched this obviously astounding fish pile growing scene, I remember thinking to myself that I didn't really need or want any of the fish...that it was really for everyone else anyway...and I wanted to make sure though that everyone there got all of the fish they wanted. SO, I decided to lay my head down and pretend to nap. As I felt one of the men handing out fish come near my small group, I remember thinking that I did have cats at home, and they could use the fish. I then decided to just open my right hand, palm up, still keeping my head down and eyes closed...just in case they wanted to place one of the fish in my hand. The man walked by and I didn't place anything in my hand. I peeked over to the person to my right and saw him take a fish from the man and felt satisfied still that he got what he needed. I laid with my head down for a little while longer, just sensing what everyone was doing. It felt as if they were eating and conversing with each other and the people next to me were not wanting to disturb my attempt to rest.

After a bit I sat up and saw a fish the man had set aside for me, laying on a reddish blanket next to my head. It was a small but very picture perfect, fat and meaty specimen of a cooked silver Tilapia. I looked over to what the man on the right of me had. He was given a cooked silver Herring that was at least twice as large as my little fish. I reached out and touched the belly of my fish in thanks and blessing. I then did the same to the man's fish. He nodded his head in gratitude. I was amused to find that even though his fish looked so much larger than the one they gave me, I could tell by touching it that it was much bonier and had a lot less usable meat on it. For some reason I felt no impulse to even look to the person I felt to left of me. I pondered the two fish and what just happened in my dream for a bit before waking up.

Gates and Doors

 

7.27.21

I was out checking the gate to the yard and then went to check inside the garage. There I saw one of the kittens from our litter of cats had gotten out. It appeared to have been injured and now was dirty, deformed, with bloody patchy hair and could barely crawl. I picked it up and took it inside to check if the rest of the litter were okay. They were about 4 of them and they seemed okay and healthy. I was trying to figure out how one kitten got this way as I took it to the bathroom to try and clean it up. When I entered the bathroom, I found a repairman working on the wall. He had torn a hole into it and inside he found yet another kitten. This one wasn't injured, but it was much smaller and obviously malnourished and neglected. Flabbergasted, I then took the kittens into the kitchen and found two sisters sitting at the table. I cleaned the kittens and set them in a safe place with some food and water. I then sat down at the table between the two sisters to talk to them about what happened with the kittens. Before I could say a word the sister on my right began to berate me about how poorly I had taken care of the kittens. She then chewed me out for putting locks on the doors, which slowed down her ability to easily move in and out of the house, and that I needed to stop doing that. She was complaining that it wasn't just the closing the door that was the problem, but that someone kept locking them. I had no idea who had. Anytime I would try to say a word, she would just yell right over me, so I kept quiet. In my mind, I grew frustrated with wanting to tell her that it wasn't me who put the locks on the door but that if we wanted to protect the kittens, it wasn't a bad idea to keep the door closed. But she didn't seem to care about any of the kittens, just upset about the locks on the door. I finally blurted out that it wasn't the locks on the door that was the problem but leaving the gate to the yard open. The other sister just sat quietly observing us and I suddenly got the feeling that she was the one that was messing with the locks, doors and gate, on purpose, to mess with both if us.

Salt Glow

11.14.20

I held a pink salt lamp in my hands. Without really doing anything to it, I suddenly felt it crack inside. Looking at it, it didn't look really different, but when I shifted it, where it cracked came loose. I pulled it apart and inside I saw a beautifully done wooden matrix that had been holding it all together. Worried about what to do with it now that it was broken in two, I realized that it was still okay and usable. All I need to do was attached a hinge to the two pieces and turn the broken off piece into a little door...sort of like a one of those Faberge eggs.

The House on the Hill

11.16.20

I was being chased from one house to another, each house was different. Some were very grande and some very humble. As I moved from each house to the next, all the while I was being followed by a man saying 'I am the 13th one.' I couldn't tell if he was addressing the comment to me our challenging me over it. I kept quiet and just kept moving. I saw no need in talking to anyone over it. I ended up in a Victorian house in San Francisco, on a hill, overlooking the city...but it was before the city was all built up and everything seemed newly built. I could sense a very dark energy coming, so I again moved from there and ended up on the porch of another house, in an older looking car. This house looked like one of those old worn down sharecropper type homes. I watched the older couple that lived there for awhile. It was like they knew I was there, but didn't really belong there, but they allowed me to just hang with them. I fell asleep in the driver seat and woke to find they had pulled the curtain around my car to allow me to sleep. I tried to profusely apologize for putting them out any and thanked them for their hospitality, but they could no longer see me anymore. I found myself at yet another house, a bit more modern, in a city, 30's style. The home had several people in it, some adult with a few children playing... and I knew an earthquake was coming, and I tried to warn them...no one was listening. I went to the kitchen, which was large and like one they would have in a group home. On wall was and old style drink fountain. I tried to pour a cup for myself. The machine was sluggish at first, like it had backed up. Then some heavy cream came out, followed by creamy milk. I pulled out the thickened cream and set it aside. I tasted the milk and was surprised to find it was still good and sweet to the taste. As I drank it down, I realized that the milk was too thick and full of grainy stuff to drink down to the bottom though. As I poured the thickened part in the bottom into the sink, I realized too late that someone had left a loaf of rainbow wheat bread, like they used to make, in the sink. It got soaked by what I was pouring on it and was ruined. One of the members of the household came into the kitchen to warn me about something they heard on the news. Just then I felt the a rumble under my feet of an earthquake. I looked at the person talking to me, but they kept talking like they didn't notice what I just felt. I tried to interject and warn them that they need to take cover but they just turned and walked off. I began to run through the house trying to warn everyone to take cover, but nobody would listen, as another stronger quake hit the house. I saw an old man reading in a chair who didn't even look up and a couple of children playing. I felt like a ghost there, because no one seemed to see or hear me at all. Realizing no one was listening, I just stood there in the middle of the room as the big quake broke and violently shook the whole house...as I woke up.

When I woke up, I went to check on my senior black and white kitty, Leola, who I knew was dying...to find she had passed away while I slept.

Of Mice and Cats

I found a couple of mice who had recently had a quite a few babies. They were extremely tiny and there were dozens of them. I was at a loss, because I knew these baby mice would grow into quite a hoard that could destroy everything in the house if I didn't keep them under control. I didn't want to kill them and was trying to figure out how to handle them.

I also had several cats who had just had some kittens. I was trying to manage to keep the cats and mice apart from each other, so the cats wouldn't kill the baby mice. I put the mother mice and their babies into a box until I could find a better container to hold them.

I went off to look for a container that I knew the mice couldn't chew through. When I came back I found one of my cats had gotten into the box and appeared to be mauling some of the baby mice. I took the cat away and then carefully checked over the baby mice. All of them were okay, but one of them was in bad shape, and I knew it wasn't going to make it. Looking at it closer, there wasn't any sign of bite marks. It seemed the cat really didn't try to eat it as much as try to help it by licking it. I also found one of her kittens cuddling with all the mice.

It dawned on me that she was actually trying to mother all of the baby mice as if they were her own! The mother mice were also very accepting of the cat. I was still very careful with the mother mice, but they seemed to be quite calm and accepting of the new situation.

Babe to Order

It was in a future where people no longer had children by birth. Instead they were created in labs. People would file to be parents, and if granted, then a child would be formed for them, using the characteristics that were wanted. There wasn't any families really either, just groups of people that cohabited together.

I watched as one child was being created. It was nearby where other child bodies, without heads, were actually being grown in lab like containers and many were used just for their tissues and organs and the remains destroyed.

I woke with a sinking feeling in my gut.

Talent Sets the Floor, Character Sets the Ceiling....

I went to take a nap between appointments. The next session was going to be a training session with a therapist who was having misgivings about working this session, which was going to be a training session, feeling she didn't need to go through any training sessions. The session required the use of hot towels and stones, even though she has never really been properly trained to use such tools.

While I slept I dreamed I was doing several massages. Then an Asian woman came in (who I now recognize might be this therapist, though I didn't note that in my dream). I began to massage her, slowly working to stretch and loosen her body. While I was doing this, she lay there as though she was in a deep sleep. Without thinking much about it, I began to float towards the ceiling, holding onto  her while I continued to stretch and massage her. I was feeling quite light and almost ethereal, while she in turn felt like dead weight. I didn't mind though and just continued to work on her. She lay in my arms and seemed like she was going to move with me, but just as I got to the ceiling, and my thought was to just pass right through it, I realized her right foot was literally clinging to the table below us. That was when I noticed her body was now stretched all out of proportion. I floated back down, and still holding her, I laid her back onto the table as gently as I could. I then tried to arrange her body back onto the table in a more normal position. When I got to moving her neck and head around, that was when I realized her neck was actually broken. Up to that point I never actually checked her neck and realized that she had already been like that before I even began working on her. I rested my hands behind her neck to give her better support, but knew there was nothing I could really do to help her. I could tell she was still alive and conscious, but she was still completely 'asleep' to everything that had just happened. I woke right as I was telling her that I was sorry, I really tried, but there was nothing I could to do to help her.

When I actually woke up and checked my phone, I saw a message from the therapist I was expecting to meet with for the training, saying she was quitting.

The Burning

It was night and I was watching a man with dark long hair and facial hair tending a large bonfire. Every now and then he would go inside the house nearby and come out with something and place it into the bonfire.

It was then I began to realize what was happening. That I was observing him in an unemotional disembodied fashion.

I began to recall, as I watched him, that this man had slowly isolated me, when I was still in a body, from everyone we knew, professing his undying love for me. I could sense that I was young through all of this. That forced isolation made it so no one even knew of me at all, let alone would miss me now that I was dead. In this isolation, he got what he wanted. He got me all to himself. His obsession with love for me was so suffocating that he eventually actually did literally suffocated the life out of me. Once he had done that, he knew he needed to hide the evidence of his crime. That is when he, bit by bit, took pieces of my flesh from my body and went outside to burn them. He did this in almost a ritualistic fashion which lasted throughout the evening, starting with my heart and finishing with my head. He was very careful to make sure that all the bones were pulled back out. He then pulverized them and put then in a bag. He then cleaned up the house and put out the fire, being very careful and meticulous to not leave any trace of what he had done behind him.

I recall that a few neighbors did look out the window nearby to wonder what he was doing and sensed they could feel that something wasn't right, but nobody acted upon that.

When he had completed the disposal of my body, he picked up the bag that held all that remained....the pulverized bones. He then walked out into the woods and slowly began to scatter their dust into the wind.

Waist DisPosal

4.19.17

I came home to find my husband helping a Hispanic man remove our garbage disposal in our downstairs kitchen (...as if we had an upstairs and downstairs kitchen? ...or even a two story house?) The man's family was standing aside watching them do this. I remember one of the man's daughter's was in a bright blue dress and had a very strange fish like mouth with super red lipstick on her lips. Not only were they removing the disposal from underneath the sink, they were literally destroying the cabinets around it. They finished taking it out by using a hacksaw to cut the pipes above...completely making the whole sink unusable. I immediately also knew that to fix it, it would now also require complete replacement of most of it.

Freaking out, I was livid with my husband for allowing them to do this to our sink. He explained to me that he was just trying to help them because they didn't have a garbage disposal, whereas we had another one upstairs in the other kitchen. I told him that that was a really shortsighted and stupid thing to do....that if he really felt the need to help them, instead of totally destroying OUR kitchen sink, making it now unusable AND costing us even more to fix...he should have just gone to the store and bought them a new one for them.

I them found myself running from covert operatives that were trying to kill me. I perceived myself to be a man and found myself inside a large warehouse style grocery store. While in the store the covert operatives let everyone in the store know they were looking for me. I had a device on me that could control things remotely. One of things it did was like an EMP sort of thing. I used it to shutdown the lights, cameras and music in the store....and then hid as best as I could. I was thinking of how best to get out of there when I realized that one of the operatives was in the next isle from me. I  knew I needed to be preemptive instead of the other way around and sneaked up behind him. He was a very muscular and stout guy and it took all my ability to pin him down. With my machine, I somehow managed to send out sounds throughout the store of different people's voices...to throw the others off as to where we were. I also used this device to talk to him as I somehow managed to tie his arms down before taking off and finding another hiding spot.

I knew what I did would not hold him long, so I quickly crawled into one of the refrigerators that opened in the back to the warehouse side of the store. As I crawled through into the store room behind, I saw a number of employees crouched and hiding in fright. I shhh'd them and changed myself back to a woman (I guess it had something to do with the device I had making me 'look' like a man?). For some reason, upon seeing me, they immediately trusted me and wanted to help me. I asked them where I could hide. One of the guys said he was the cake maker and that I could hide under the cake cart. This cart had cakes on top, ready to be boxed, with a tablecloth over it that would keep me from being seen. I crawled under it like he said. Just as I did so, one of the covert agents came into the room. I could only see his shadow through a crack in the cloth, but I could tell he was VERY tall and thin. He asked the employees if they had seen anything or anyone come back there. They all said no. As he left, he said the power would be back on soon and they would do a deeper search then. The cake man then came up to the cart I was hiding in. Just then the lights came on. I asked him how I could get out of the building without being seen. He said he could move the cart to the where the boxes for the cakes were, which was right next to the back door. It was a normal procedure, so it shouldn't raise suspicion, if any of them see him do it. He then moved the cart to the back door, just as the covert agents came back in. They proceeded to search the other side of the room as I sneaked out the back side of the cart and exited the back door. When I exited I realized that I was up on the second story and it was a big drop to get down and away. I woke up at this point...

eStrange

I dreamed about Julian Assange last night. He was laying under a thick cover in a bed of grass and was locked out of the building we were trying to get him into for safety. I asked wouldn't it better and safer if he at least went into the back yard instead of staying in the front yard? He said he had nothing to hide and it was too late now anyway. So, I decided to at least lay down beside him and keep him some company. When I did he grabbed my hand and with fervent intensity he begged and pleaded with me to help his daughter. He wasn't frightened at all for himself but he was scared what they might do to his children, especially his youngest daughter. He kept saying 'please help my daughter.'

I then dreamed I was inside my home and unpacking, like I was still just moving in. To my chagrin, my husband had invited friends over for a party, without asking me, so I began hurrying around trying to make the place appear to be somewhat presentable. To my surprise David Bowie showed up. somehow he ended up in the back of the house with me and I told him how I used to be a big fan of his when I was younger. He was acting very charming and amorous and this seemed to give a cue that it was okay to start hitting on me. I tried to tell him that though I would like to know him, I was a married woman. That didn't seem to deter him. He grabbed my hand and started kissing and sucking on my fingers, which actually grossed me out. I pulled my hand away and more emphatically told him that I wasn't interested in him like that. He genuinely seemed surprised and confused by that...like he really thought he could seduce anyone get what he wanted. I restated that I had no problem getting to know him better but I wasn't interested in him like that. I then grabbed a bunch of clear plastic bowls and continued to try and tidy up the place.

I then recall dreaming that I was driving at night, out in the middle of nowhere. There was no street lights and it was a moonless night - very pitch black and dark. My husband was in the passenger seat and my mother was in the back seat asleep. Suddenly the lights went out on the car. Though I was able to still drive it, I couldn't see where I was going. Just as I was beginning to slow down, the lights came back on. Feeling it was okay after all, I started to speed up again. Then the lights went out again and would not come back on. I slowed downed quickly and tried to pull over to the side of the road. It was so dark I could hardly see where the edge of the road was. Tom woke up and we both began to look for an exit. Since it was so dark and we had no lights, we though if we found a safe place to sleep until morning, we could then continue to where we could get the car looked at and fixed. We found an exit and pulled off, but when we started going down that road, it was like going down a back alley full of trash. We were worried that this area was not safe at all, so we retreated back onto the road. We thought about just staying pulled over on the road. So we did. After sitting there for a bit, with a few cars driving by us, my husband tried to look under the hood to see if he could figure out why our lights wouldn't work. While he did that, I crawled back into the car, which I actually found harder to do, because the car seemed to have flattened out. He then came back around and said it was too dark to really see and we needed to keep going to the next exit to get off the road. We both felt it wasn't very safe where we were at. I started the car, tried the lights again, just in case, no luck, and then I very slowly drove in the slow lane to the next exit...then I woke up...

I R Reversible

09.01.16
 

I dream that there was I was with Sweetie, my cat, and I walking with her. I came to this office building. I knew is going to have trouble with them letting me have her in there, so I told them that I was visiting somebody, and I'll just be a moment. When they let me in, and I was still with her, she somehow ended up turning into more than one cat. She was just still the same cat but like she was broken down by her colors. I specifically remember her turning into one black cat and one white cat, but there seem to be more of her as well.

Once it was in this building, it also seemed I was on a second floor. To get back out, I couldn't seem to get down any other way than over a railing. I knew somehow that that would be the only way I could get out of where I was. So I let Sweetie go. She jumped out of my arms and took off. I started to crawl over the railing and realize it was going to be a really long dive to get to the ground. I looked around and was trying to figure out how I was going to do it when all the sudden all of these different animals showed up. It was all kinds, like raccoons, rabbits, horses...and all different kinds of animals. It was like they knew I was in need of help and were there to try and help me. I looked down and to see one animal right under the balcony where I was at. It stood there like it knew I needed help and to use his back to get on down to the ground. I think it was a big one of those giant pigs, but I'm not too sure what kind of animal it was now. I jumped down and landed on its back.

I then found myself trying to catch a train...kind of 'deadheading'... like I used to when I worked on the train. I remember getting on the train and I again had my cat, Sweetie, with me as well as some luggage. I was trying to find a place to sit on the train which where I could be alone by myself because where I boarded the train ended being very crowded. I also didn't want them to see my cat. I knew they had issues about having animals with you, so I was trying to make it so she would not be noticeable. I started walking through the train and looking for a place to have her with me that wasn't so crowded. It was at that moment I could sense I was dreaming because I realized the train's sounds and set up was not like a normal train. It was like, in my mind, I knew things were not like they were supposed to be, and I was trying to make the dream change to what I knew it was supposed to be like.  As I walked through this dream train I went through one car that was somewhat empty and I realized it had had animals in. I then realized I was wearing socks, when I knew it wasn't supposed to be wearing socks walking about on a train. I found myself stepping over different areas that appeared dirty...trying not to step on what I realized was where animals had defecated. At this point I realized my husband was following behind me, because I found myself telling him to be careful where he walked as well.

When we got to the next car it ended up looking like a shopping center. Befuddled, I was like, "What is this doing in a train? This isn't supposed to be in the train!" I kept walking through the store, looking at the displays. To the left hand side I found myself attracted to this display of books. There was this black lady there and she was selling used books and an assortment of different novelty items. I picked up one book that looked interesting. It was all about apple cider vinegar, how it helps with health conditions and how you can use it in recipes for cooking. When the woman tried to sell me the book, I told her I already knew about all that I didn't think I needed such a book.

I then continued on into the next car, still looking for a place for me to sit that where I could also be by myself. I continued through what appeared to be sleeper cars. I was still struggling in my mind to try and to conform this dream to what I expected the train to look like and still knew it wasn't the way it was supposed to be. I went through several more cars and they just weren't what I was looking for.

I ended up in what I knew was the last car, still not finding what I was looking for. This car was kind of creepy and it had red bloody cavernous looking walls. On the floor was what appeared to be like a big puddles of dark fluid, possibly even blood. It reminded me of walking in the tunnel in the movie 'Irreversible.' I heading down the tunnel, getting creeped out more and more with each step, but not sure where else I should go. At the end of this car/tunnel, there was no door to another car after that. Instead there was a second tunnel off to the right. I kind of knew then that it was not where I was supposed to be going, nor was I on a train anymore. But with curiosity I looked down that tunnel and I could see at the end of that tunnel there were two more directions to go. I headed a bit to see better. The direction headed to the left looked very dark and was deathly silent and the one to the right had the look of fire coming from it, kind of furnace. I got really creeped out at this point. I didn't want o continue in either direction. The whole thing had a very sinister feeling and I could tell that both tunnels were on a declining descent. Just as I was looking at to the right, with this fiery furnac,e I started seeing what look like Devil's horns. At that point I was like, "NO! I'm not going that way! I'm going to go back!" But as I tried to turn around and go back it was very very difficult for me to make my way back up the direction I had come on my own. I knew I would be very hard, if not impossible, for me to get back. It was at that point I started crying and praying in Jesus name to help me get back where I need to be. I was still calling out in Jesus's name when I awoke.

Emergency

 08.30.16

This time I was aware I was dreaming that I was dreaming a dream. It is difficult to explain, but I felt like I was one (and was aware there were others) who had been injected into the dream I was knew I was having. I was looking for these others, but none of the people I ran into were responsive. Trying to interact with them was like wandering in some sort of virtual reality with no real substance. I also got the sense that I was being the eyes for others who were observing through me. A consciousness injected into some sort of avatar body that I knew wasn't really there.

I felt I was one, of several, who were attempting to salvage a situation I sensed had gone very wrong. I was trying to find someone to help me, but no one was responding to my attempts to get them to listen. I was also searching for the way back out of the situation I had been interjected into. 

I found myself in a great hall with a number of people. There was like a great dance and banquet in progress. I wandered away from the crowd and in one of the great hallways, that wasn't so full of people, I found a portrait of man I knew was significant. I knew it was a portrait of one of the people I was looking for, but it was from a very different time. In the portrait he was wearing armor and looked like a knight or a king. I slipped the portrait off the wall and knew I needed to keep the painting safe. To be sure no one could find it, or see what I had done, I hid it under a bunch of golden leaves in an unused room. I left the room and continued to seek someone who would be responsive to my inquiries. I knew that a responsive person would mean it was someone like me. I couldn't find anyone though that was 'real'...they all just seemed like mirages when I got close to them. In frustration I went back to look for the portrait, but the place was like a maze and I could no longer find the painting.

I then found myself inside a large truck and I pulled up in front of a house that felt like it was supposed to be my home. My purpose was still the same, only trying to find anyone to help me at my home. I then got out of the truck and approached the house. No one appeared to be there. As I went inside, I heard the engine stall on the truck and sputter to a stop. I panicked, knowing that the truck needed to stay running. Otherwise, I knew I would be trapped and unable to go anywhere. Without even getting a chance to look inside the house, I ran back to try and restart the truck.

As I ran up to the truck, I noticed for the first time, a huge tree trunk in the back of the truck. It was at least 6 feet in diameter. I immediately knew this was the tree that had produced the leaves I had used earlier to hide the portrait I had lost. I then noticed a fire truck had pulled up along side the truck and a fireman was now inside the driver's seat, working to get it started.

This befuddled me for a moment. I began to doubt if this truck was really the one I was supposed to be driving.

I walked up to the fireman and asked him what he was doing, not really expecting to get a response, in the same manner as everyone else I approached never responded. To my surprise he turned to me and emphatically stated that he saw what was happening and it was his job to help in emergencies. He realized how imperative it was to help me get the truck restarted and so that the load I was hauling got to where it needed to go. I told him that the tree in the back had already been cut down and was dead now. He replied that that didn't matter. He started the truck and pulled me back into it.

I then found myself dragging my unconscious husband into an emergency room. I knew he was dying and there wasn't much time to try and save him. Again nobody responded to my attempts to get help. In frustration I dragged his limp body onto a gurney and started CPR. Nothing. I knew that his heart had stopped and he needed surgery. My cries for help still got no one to respond. I felt that if I didn't do the what was needed, no one else would, and he would be lost forever.

I pulled out a plastic blanket and then ripped off my husband's clothes to prepare him for surgery ... trying to keep him covered as I also tried to keep doing CPR and prepare the surgical equipment ... all by myself!

Finally a woman behind me said something. She said, "He's not covered up."

I turned and saw a blond woman standing by the emergency exit. I saw that, in my focus to get his chest covered, I had failed to cover the lower half of his now exposed body. I yanked the blanket over the rest of him, and pissed off, I yelled at her to help me then. But she was no longer paying me any heed. It was like she was back in some sort of trance.

I looked around and realized, in that moment, that she and my husband were the only other 'real' people there...and both of them were beyond my reach. Even so, my husband, the only one that I had hope of saving was slipping away from me...

My husband then walked into the bedroom and 'woke' me up...

Figures

7.22.16

I was with my mother before she had her stroke. I too was younger. She was attempting to drive her car, the Nissan that later was totaled, but was having trouble controlling it and seeing out the window enough to know where to go. I then sat on the hood of the car to help her navigate, looking much like a hood ornament or figurehead on a ship.

I then saw a police car far off driving towards us and grew worried he would stop and arrest me for doing this, so I had her pull the car over and crawled into the passenger seat. It was then I could see where a lot of her problems were coming from. She couldn't see because her seat kept moving around and she was having problems using the clutch and getting the key to turn in the ignition. Once she felt she got her seat secure, she couldn't get the key to restart the car.

After several attempts, I told her to switch seats with me and let me try. I sat down in her seat and realized she still didn't have it secured. I looked closely at it and realized it was not only loose going forward and back, but also sideways. I re-centered the seat and found the button to lock it into place to keep it from going sideways, but it took a bit more work to find the lever to secure it from moving backwards and forwards. I then turned on the windshield wipers and worked on getting the windows cleaned enough to see out of.

Getting the car started took a bit of work, but I finally got the key to turn and start the car again. From there I slowly accelerated, but the clutch wouldn't stay in gear, causing the car to drift, no matter how hard I tried to engage it. The back wheels locked on me and the car began a slow backwards spin, like we were on ice, moving from the curb and on down a sidewalk. This is when I realized the break wasn't working either! At this point I began to panic as I started pumping the breaks. The car finally stopped just before we hit the building.

I then found myself driving the car to where we used to have the family flower shop. We knew the flower shop was gone for good, but we had plans to try and turn the space into something useful for us. My husband had joined us, and mom and I are more like we are now. I was talking about turning the space into a gallery, health center or theater space of some sort. When we got there, we found that the space had already been taken over by others and no longer available to us for use. I asked the people there if I could just come in for a moment to look at the space, telling them what we used to have there. I saw they weren't doing much with it, that it was just being used for some storage and not even much for that. I felt it was such a waste but that it was time to move on.

As we were leaving the man there told me he had something we had left behind he needed to return to me. He handed me a small palm sized clear plastic box with a flip top lid. Inside it was what looked like dark a gray rock (matrix) with a tan crystallized substance growing out of it. Within the crystal were tiny little black watery beads. I opened the lid and touched the crystal. I immediately realized it was alive. With my touch, the crystalline particles and the black substance (which I can only equate to blood) came off on my fingers. It tingled as it absorbed into my skin. The stone in the box grew more crystals from my touch, replacing the portion that had come off onto my finger. I looked at the man inquisitively and asked him if he knew what this was.

At this point, I became lucid that I was dreaming, and recalled a part of me (outside of the dream) telling myself to pay close attention to what the man tells me next. My husband became impatient with me and wanted to leave, but I told him this was important and to just go on without me, that I would catch up with him in a bit.

The man then told me that is was life itself, a living stone, and that it was comprised of a very specific formation of elements that were arranged according to my essence. I asked what elements. He told me that to create this form of living rock, I needed two kinds of a certain solid element (stone?), 5 samples of each, 2 other kinds of earth based elements (not soil per say...but matter formed from the earth that wasn't stone?), 2 samples of each, and then 1 sample of an elusive element that is like air but he could not tell how to find it...that I could only find that on my own...because it is only connected to me.

I think there was more, but I don't recall...

But I do recall it being sort of sketched out for me and it looked like an odd combo of a chemistry drawing breakdown and a weird tree of life.

                  1
                /    \
              2      2
           (1.1) (1.1)
          /                \
        5                  5
(1.1.1.1.1)    (1.1.1.1.1)

Julia'n

12.09.80

I was just barely 13...

Sometimes you have a dream that stays with you your whole life.

The dream began with me and my neighbor, Julie, trying desperately to escape from my house. The dark men were after us and we knew they would kill us if we didn't get away. We hurried out into the back yard under cover of the night sky and ran to the fence, but could not find the gate to get out. There were spikes on top of the fence. Julie scrambled up and tried to get over the fence anyway, only to end up impaling herself on the spikes. I screamed in horror as everything went black before my eyes.

I then found myself in my bedroom laying in my own bed. I could hear singing and piano music coming from the living room. I slipped out of bed and into the hallway to see what was going on. I found Paul McCartney sitting at my grandmother's baby grand piano, playing and singing a gentle lullaby, with John Lennon standing next to him. John put his hand on Paul shoulder and he stopped playing. Even so, Paul never looked up or otherwise acknowledge John standing next to him. He just placed his hands in his lap and stared at the keys on the piano. John then turned around and looked at me with a deep sadness in his eyes. Paul made no further move, his back to me. After a moment, looking me straight in the eyes John said, with a sigh, "It's okay. I understand now."

I then woke up.

I heard later on that day John had been shot.

April's Fools

April 1, 2016

I was in a room by a window, with a couch in front of me, waiting for an important meeting to begin. It was if as I was there to take notes of what was about to occur.

An older, apparently male, politician waltzed into the room, dressed in a black and red lacy bra with stockings and garter belt, and black high heels...all without any undies on.

ONLY...this man didn't have any male genitalia. Instead he had a vagina! I was supposing then he must be an odd very masculine looking woman. This politician then emphatically began making sure everyone present was aware of this vagina he had and all the trouble he went through to get it. He sat down and prominently displayed it for everyone to see.

Just as this politician was doing this another politician burst into the room with his entourage.

ONLY....this politician didn't even have a body! All that was left of him was his voice and the air from his lungs contained inside a floating bag. He floated himself into the center of the room and proceeded to garner all the attention away from the vagina man seated below.

And yes, I woke up laughing!

Sirius Moon Lite

Me and my husband went upstairs to check on new place we were planning to move into for our business and found the previous occupants were still there. I watched as the landlord got on their case and told them their time had run out. She told them they had to gather what they still wanted and leave immediately. I felt kind of bad because one of them was a tiny woman in a wheel chair. Though she was clearly an adult, she couldn't have been more than 2 feet tall. They quickly went around and gathered a few belongings and departed. As I watched them leave, the 2 full sized individuals let the midget grab hold of their hands so she could prop herself up...and moon us. They then all laughed uproariously as they left. I was then left with the mess they left behind. The landlord told me to do as I pleased with it...that it was my mess to deal with now and departed as well. I looked around and immediately thought 'most of this shit has got to go.' I began picking up things and noticed a blonde suit on the wall. I realized I was looking at a rock and roll souvenir. It was labeled as one of the suits Bowie had worn. I looked more closely at the other things in the room and realized the place was full of other things that would fit real nicely in the rock and roll hall of fame. I stood there perplexed, wondering if this was so precious to them, why would they leave things like this for me to clean up. In the middle of the room was a display filled with confectionery 'trifles'. My husband got excited about that and started talking about how we could continue with this business, since it was already laid out for us. I was adamant about NOT doing that. I told him he could eat what sweet he wanted there, but I wasn't going into the business of selling sweets. He picked one of them up for me to try...and to try to convince me otherwise. I tasted it, but reminded him that their left over business was not the reason why we came here.

CarDashIanS

01.06.16

I dreamed a nightmare of being lost in the maze of the Kardashian's house. Somehow I had got mixed up in some tour they have for their 'fans' and I couldn't seem to find my way back out. Every room I went into I would find yet another Kardashsian affiliate telling yet another story for their 'viewers.' I made my way to a 'behind the scenes' backroom where they had a filing cabinet. When I looked it was filled with folders marked with different historical names and time periods. I pulled out the one titled 'Greece' and opened it...and got real pissed off because I knew right away that what I was looking at was inaccurate. It was ALL nonsense and made of pure fantasy. I left that room, still looking for the way out and came upon a bathroom. The door was wide open, and clearly meant to be for the 'fans' to stop by as well. To my chagrin I found my husband hiding behind the door watching two young lovers in the bathtub...doing what young lover do in bathtubs...while being a total voyeur. He acted like, since he was hiding behind the door, no one could possibly see what he was up to. I went over and tried to get him out of there, but he wouldn't come with me.  I left him and found yet another 'behind the scenes' room, this time with big bound books. They had very impressive looking black covers on them with the white titles printed very nicely on the cover, but when I went to open them, they were all full of blank pages. Only a few of them had some lines done by hand, as if to write something on them, but nothing else. I was woken up at that moment by my husband, so I have no clue where the dream would have gone from there...but my waking thought was...they are trying to rewrite history...

Review with a View

The other night I had a dream of cleaning out my house. It was an old house that had been built and added onto in odds ways. It had lots of clutter, dust and cobwebs. I was rethinking how to redo and organize the house. I was intensely cleaning, but every time I thought that things were now clean, I would find even more old cobwebs and cluttery doodads that have been lost over time. A woman that reminded me of an actress friend of mine, Pamela Finney, was like the housekeeper or matron of the house and was sort of telling me what to do. I realized I was holding onto some of her things, that I didn't realize, and returned them to her. At the front of the house there was a entryway with lush plants growing everywhere. I was reconfiguring where the mail slot should be without compromising the security of the house, but still opening up the inside of the house to let in more light and see the garden area outside.

2009

March 28, 2009

A woman knocked on my door. When I answered, she told me she was guided to find me and that she had something to give me. She handed me several stacks of what appeared to be newsletters, with light blue paper, that she had made up. They were in about 6 or so stacks, and were copies that she told me were intended for me to learn from and then hand out and teach others as well.

When I started to try and read what was written on them, I noticed they were about different myths of various gods and goddesses, but the stories told were very much different than what we normally here about them. I pointed that out to her. She replied that she had been guided to access the stories directly without any influence from what others had already written and now it was up to me to decide what to do with them from that point on, because her job was done

...but, before she could turn them over to me, I needed to sign for them. She told me I had to make sure I used a small circle directly above the 'i' in my name and carefully cross my all my t's as well.

I did as she said. When done, my signature looked more like something you would find on an artistic stamp rather than a my actual signature (nothing like how I sign my name now). She then signed her name as well. It was less elaborate but beautiful to look in its simplicity. She then walked off, leaving me with the stacks of papers to read.