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.