Most Funniest Disturbing Nightmare This Week (thus far)

The Artesia Freeway began where the boulevard begins at Aviation. I only wanted to go as far as Vail, but the exit was in the left lane and I totally missed it. The freeway was built double-decker and I ended up on top. A young man who knew my Prince of The Ghetto was riding with me. Apparently he had something to do with the music industry. He wanted to hear me sing and all I could do was sing, "Row Your Boat"! Very annoyed with myself for blowing that chance and never singing anything else, aside from the fact that I drove all the way to the Long Beach Freeway because traffic (and my car also) was moving too fast.

May the Name Of Mr Halfpenny Be Blotted Out of The Book Of Life

I am SO SICK of having these nightmare visions concerning this monster! He is an abusive rapist, child molester, abuser. He prefers little boys, and I've had nightmares about him before I even met him 2 1/2 years ago. I have nightmares of his horrid interactions with my dear friend. I usually see things from her perspective, but lately I have been seeing from someone else and I don't know who. I don't know if it's past times or future. Either way it's ugly and it's about a little boy I never saw before this last month. His name in my visions is Jacob. I am seeing from the perspective of a woman who is an aunt or a friend of the child's mother.

Enough on that ugliness!

These Are Good Omens

Ok, so in order to explain the first part of this dream, in real life there was a somewhat evil supervisor (JJ) who thought he was working in a sweatshop and he had a problem with me since January or February and he finally found a way to get rid of me a couple of weeks ago. The week before that I had a day when I felt like somebody put drugs (the date rape pill?) in my coffee and it affected me really badly for about a day, so I'm REALLY glad I will never be returning to that temp job again.

So, I went to this job in a dream last night and when I got to my desk, I was speechless. I froze. I didn't know what to do because there on my desk was a bag of weed! It wasn't mine (so I thought) or at least I hadn't left it there. I tried to hide it anyway, but other people saw before I was able to and then JJ walked up to me with a plastic box with a whole bunch of bags of mj and a vase full of water and a bouquet of flowers. He said "I'm sorry you weren't feeling well, but I'm glad you're back to work. I don't ever want that to happen again, I want you always to have something to smoke, so here." He handed me the box and put the vase down and handed me the flowers. Then he said, "All of this is for you, and I'm really sorry about what happened."

In the dream, I thought to myself, he understood!

I got really flustered and put the flowers down on the desk. I opened the plastic box and I couldn't believe the amount of weed that he'd given me. It was worth hundreds of dollars. Thinking about this, (and nervous about the fact that everyone around was gawking at my work station), being my klutzy self, I knocked the vase of water over and it got a lot of one of the bags wet on the inside. Then, instead of one vase full of water being on my desk, there were two. I poured the water-saturated bag of mj into the vases and immediately it sprouted and grew into huge plants.

A woman I worked with helped me get it to my house. In the dream, I thought her name was Stephanie. She looked like another woman I used to work with, but later today I realized she also looks like one of Angel's friends. After we dropped the stuff at the house, she told me we were going to go to a party. I was changing my clothes and realized I needed to go to the kitchen to get something. Some other people came home while I was walking around naked. We were all doing our best to play it off, as if nothing was out of the ordinary, like they were asking me questions that I had to answer before I could go back to my room and put on some clothes, but I finally got that accomplished.

When we walked into the party, I was asking this woman why we were at this party where everybody was white people. I didn't want to be at a party full of white people. She looked at me like I was crazy and informed me this was not just a party full of white people and led me through the room, introducing me to people, getting a glass of wine for me, and kept on leading me around a corner where there was another room full of people and a high-backed recliner that was turned away from us until it spun around and in it was Angel. Smiling, she said, "Welcome to my party!"

Then I woke up.

So my consensus, at least about the first part of this dream, is that although it's a bit of a setback, I am going to have pleasing results that are so much better than what I was getting from that temp job that is no longer... and life is gonna be good in upcoming times. :)

On A Train To Colorado

One of the strangest dreams I've had lately. At first I thought we were on a bus; later, I realized we were on a train. We were all on our way to Colorado to take a series of classes. There was a man who was in charge of our trip, directing us, making sure we all stayed together, etc. For a while I had an empty seat beside me and I was changing my clothes. In the middle of my change, we came to a stop where some people were boarding. I was just about topless when a woman came to sit beside me. She looked shocked at my state of disarray at first glance, but then she must of realized I was trying to change clothes as modestly as possible. I had tights on and soon had a layered mix of shirts, the top layer was a long sharp-looking long fascia, purple and green with multi-colored lace. I had a pile of clothes in front of me on the floor and I quickly made sure to find which pair of jeans and what pocket I had hundreds of dollars in, because I was aware that I had only paid my fare one way.

There were several people I knew on the train. One lady was one of my Facebook friends who I don't personally know. I saw more of them at our next stop, where my acutely sensitive hearing observed that there were agents outside the train station who were looking for me. We were told we would be stopped here for awhile and that we should get off if we wanted to pick up something to eat. I saw there was a taco stand with good prices and I was also thirsty. After I got my food I saw the agents talking to our trip director. Conveniently, there were other people that I could turn and talk to so that my back was to the agents and they couldn't see my face. I overheard the trip director telling the agents that it was not his place to give up personal information about any of the students on the trip and since they didn't have a warrant, there was no reason to comply. Then along comes Antonio, my big hero of the day. He put his arm around me and smushed my face into his body as we walked past the agents to an area where everyone was sitting down to eat. After we passed them, he put his arm down from around me and reached to hold my hand, caressing my palm. I told him that I bet he was going to marry an older woman and he told me I was probably right. Then, as if this must have been too much for me, I woke up. Hahaha!

Did I Really Kill Him? Will He Be Killed?

So, there are many nightmares that I have had in the past year or so, not worth posting because they are not at all symbolic of anything. There is a crack-monster, rapist abuser (we will call him Mr Half-Penny) and his misdeeds, arguments, abusive behaviors, terroristic behaviors toward others, I believe they are all things that have happened or will happen and I wonder why I must have these terrible sightings continue during what should be my restful sleep. He is the abuser who still involves himself with the woman who used to be my best friend. I see what they go through or what they will be going through. Sometimes it seems to be endless and always nightmarish. Often, my nightmares of Mr Half-Penny are seen from the eyes of someone else, a child or an old person, sometimes my friend. When she tells me they have nothing to do with each other anymore, I always know it's a lie. In fact, within the past month while we were on the phone, I busted her with her lie in the same phone call when her phone malfunctioned and she was talking to him while she thought I was on hold, but I was right there able to hear the entire conversation.
If I would have entered this dream in the morning, there would be more to it, but it was so ugly (as are all nightmares with Mr Half-Penny), I couldn't bear to continue thinking about it.
Basically, in the dream, I felt I had killed him. My father and I were living in a house together, Mr Half-Penny had come into my house and I killed him. It was necessary to do so, I remember that. But after he was dead, I did not know how to deal. I just left him there, dead on the floor.
In another room there was a huge puddle of something. I don't know if it was blood or what. I walked by that room on my way out of the house, leaving to go to work.
My father was home and I don't know why, it was almost like I just thought he would take care of everything. I took the bus to work and called him on my way. My father asked me, "Don't you think you should call the police?" I replied, "You didn't call them?" and he said "Why should I call them? You're the one who killed him." I was incredulous, "You mean the body is still just there on the floor?" (it had been hours and all I could imagine was a really bad death-stink). "Why should I clean it up?" my father asked. "You're the one who did this and you need to take responsibility."
At that point, I was imagining being arrested and having to serve time for murder, I worried about my cat, then I re-focused, realizing this couldn't really be my fault, and that worse-case-scenario, I would be in jail for just a little while and then they'd see I wasn't at fault and send me home. But did I want to return to the house where this dead body of such an ugly-spirited person had been putrefying for hours? When I got to work, I looked for the police I thought might be waiting on me. Then I woke up.
I woke up wondering if I would be killing him soon. Obviously, it wouldn't be in a house I share with my father. Or is this again another case of me seeing this happening to someone else from their perspective, except that I am putting my father in the place of someone else in their life?
This is creepy. I am relieved in a way to have a premonition of his death, considering all of the other premonitions I have had concerning him, I hate to say this, but hopefully this means we will see the end of him soon. Still, I do not enjoy at all seeing this. When I first started having visions and premonitions about him, I thought there was something I was supposed to be doing to make him stop what he is doing, but there is nothing I can do. I warned my friend who refused to listen and then all that is left to do is pray. Now, most times I believe the reason I am seeing these things is so that I will have understanding, patience and forgiveness for my friend in later times when she is ready to allow me back into her life (because he doesn't want me in her life, as it stands presently)