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...