A Vegetarian Frying Chicken?

I wish I could remember all of it. Husband was in it and I guess he was here. So was T-Bone or someone who resembled him. I had a Buick. It wasn't a Regal, I think it was an old Skylark. It was cherry-classic.

Husband had his own car, even though it was painted like an advertisement for some kind of motor oil. They were driving the cars back from somewhere and I disputed they should have picked me up and allowed me to drive my own car home from where ever it was because I didn't want anyone driving my car. If my own mother wasn't driving my cars, nobody else should either. T-Bone apologized and threw me my keys. I had to leave. There was somewhere I was supposed to go. They left in the oil-mobile and I went back inside to get ready.

I ended up in Minneapolis. I was using my cane. I stopped to get something to eat and then saw one of the holier women that I know over at a table with other women. This friend of mine is a vegetarian and she was frying chicken.

I remembered I had not fed my cat. For a minute, I was struggling to balance my tray and walk over to their table. My friend wasn't looking up to see me and no one saw my dilemma. I decided I would probably not stay in the city overnight as I had planned. I had to go back and feed my cat.

I'm pretty sure this was entirely a psychologically induced dream. Signs of the times...

My Uncle and The Eggs

First of all, my uncle would never divorce my aunt. But in this wacky dream, he was in the process of it. We went on a vacation after he signed some papers and wrote that he was only paying $300 a month in alimony.  We rode in one of his Cadillacs. As he drove, he morphed into a younger person, all the way to looking like a teenager. When we got to the motel, as we were going to our separate rooms, he asked me if I wanted to go get plastered with him. I don't believe I've ever seen this uncle take a drink so that was equally bizarre. I declined.

At that point, having temporarily forgotten that my uncle had morphed younger before my eyes, I started thinking I should maybe call the police and report that someone is using my uncle's credit cards and has stolen one of his cars. Then I met up with best friend and we got some gift bags  from somewhere. We had these huge bags with assorted toiletries, including what looked like a ladies' version of Avon's Black Suede, only it was pink! After we looked through our bags we went for a walk. Along the way, we walked on a sidewalk that where there were chickens laying eggs. It was so hot that the eggs were bursting open and frying on the sidewalk.

More on this later.

Flashback to December

Same vision/nightmare/premonition as in December 2011 with a little more added to it.

Same group of women sitting in folding chairs, in an area that may be inside of a church? The room is somewhat centralized in that it's not a simple four-cornered room and there are other rooms and doorways that are a part of what I see. I am standing behind the mother of the child that starts screaming bloody murder from inside one of those rooms. The mother has wavy brown-black hair. I only see her from the back. She gasps "Jacob" as she jumps up to go to her son. Another woman gasps "____ is in there with him," as if she already knew there was a possibility of something terrible happening because she knows he is a sick excuse for a human being. B___ is once again defending him and woman are immediately cutting her off with expressions that are shunning. As the poor mother is screaming and physically attacking SS, B___ is still trying to plead for his case talking about don't be so hard on him, he had this happen when he was a child  and he just needs mental help, I am yelling that he is past mental help and he belongs in prison and deserves whatever the guys in there do to him; he needs to pay for all the bad things he's done to people, especially for messing with children. He should know better if he really was raped by a man when he was a child. And if it was such a horrid experience why is he still talking to his so-called rapist? I woke myself up yelling.

I went back to this several times this morning, but I can't ever see the mother's face or see the child. I've seen into the room (it's like a nap room or a room for childcare) and I saw the mother hitting SS, but I wasn't focusing on the child to see what he looks like. For about 15 years now people have been talking to me about lucid dreaming. I wish I could direct myself better in dreams, but I'm not sure that I am the one who should control what I am being shown. Perhaps it would have kept me from realizing today that if B___ doesn't take care about her close associations with SS, her reputation is going to go down. Of course I probably already perceived that, but if this is a group of women from her church, it may be more relevant.

So I am a glutton for punishment sometimes in the scope of trying to be righteous. Knowing fully well that B___ has some viewpoints that totally go against my beliefs, I must go into prophetess mode and tell her this vision has happened again. I already know she will meet with an untimely and shameful death. I don't know the exacts, but she is too close to SS and the way he is and they way so tight, I wouldn't be surprised if he and his actions are the death of her. But I must warn her. If there is anything she can do to prevent this, she should! But she won't because instead she wants to impose that my visions are demonic. She asks me if I think I am a medium and starts talking to me about her idolatrous religion. I am ready for a bonfire and to be burned at the stake as a witch. It would be laughable except 1) there is this little boy named Jacob who is going to have a terribly traumatic experience and I am totally frustrated with my efforts of trying to stop it, 2) after she tried to call me possessed, I told her he was nasty and she was nasty for trying to defend somebody who is so nasty, 3) She keeps on with this stupid misery talking about "I know you don't like him..." and I still feel (and may always feel) I am only an observer and that like has nothing to do with this! I live a holy life and she doesn't. My gift is a blessing and not anything from anybody evil. People didn't treat the prophet Jeremiah very kindly either.

Really strange dream the other morning! (When aren't dreams strange?)

I was in a setting with Vincent Irizarry and Walt Willey. It was as if they were interviewing me, although I don't know if we were being televised, if there was an audience or if it was just the 3 of us in a room alone. They were jovially asking me so many questions. Some of them were a bit prying and personal, but the vibe was comfortable and fun. In fact, some of the questions and answers were a bit humorous, which is what caused me to wonder if we were in a show after I woke up and thought about the dream. One of the funny questions was when Walt asked me if I liked to wear t-shirts. Then he said Susan likes t-shirts. In the end, they both told me I was ready to find my husband and that I would find the right man to be in my life.

Yesterday morning I kept having migraine dreams. For me that means nightmares that go on and on. I wake and feel so pained I must go back to sleep and return into the same nightmare. 2 hours after I awoke I was talking with a friend recalling these nightmares. When I got off the phone I tried to remember exactly what they were about and I didn't remember anything except a random remnant that showed me exactly where to find something I'd lost over a year ago. I walked over to the bookshelf and  RIGHT ON the very books it was on top of in the dream it was there! I had thought it went behind and under the bookshelf and there was something else on the books, in front of what I'd lost so it couldn't be seen.

So in the past few years, I am seeing more good predictions coming from my dreams. It's an amazing gift and I am in praise mode that I may keep seeing more good to compensate for all of the bad things I have had to see in advance.

Anybody who reads this dream blog may be interested to know I hope to be posting dreams and thoughts of dreams more often BECAUSE today I was thinking back to a dream I had 3 or 4 years ago and realizing it was about my life here in this house and the way things are at present. It frustrates me that I didn't record it so that I could have an exact, descripted memory of the symbolism. It involved a lot (many sets) of mis-matching containers (such as spice containers, food cannisters and other containers that one usually sees in matching sets). I used to keep a great dream notebook and stopped when writing became much more difficult. Sometimes I have to type one-handed, and sometimes it just hurts to much to do beyond what is necessary. However I think dreams and their meanings or correlation in our lives are so intriguing and worth sharing, If nothing else, I'm sure it could be at least mildly entertaining to some of you. :)

The other thing that came to mind while I was thinking about this is a random (or not so random) dream I had in recent weeks. Very short, I saw The Notorious One talking with another guy as they were walking up to a convenience store. He was talking to the other guy about me and then said, " If I'd known I was going to have the chance to be with someone so special, I would have lived my life a lot differently." Then I woke up.

Sometimes in dreams, we don't always see the people as they really are. Well I don't know. I have never knowingly received a communication from The Notorious One since he's been gone off of this earth, so that's probably what startled me out of my sleep. At first, I thought, that was really something fantastic that I had a communication with him. Later though, I think maybe it was someone that's been more recently involved in my life. Unfortunately, it's really looking like I need to accept that special part of my life is over... OR PERHAPS what I should focus on is the message: I am someone so special. :)))

Horrid Enlightening Dream/Nightmare/Revelation

They say our most horrid nightmares are important spiritual messages meant to get our attention so that we can be aware. Not everyone makes it past the original content.

My message this morning came along with a migraine. With migraines come some of my most vivid revelations that I am forced to continue through until it's through, dreams that can wake me up and then when I go back to sleep I am right back in the same mess.

Mr. Half-Penny, I am renaming him: Sir Sicko, more likely minimized to SS.

SS was raping me furiously. It hurt bad and he was yelling at me telling me this was my payback for living rent-free.

He turned into my mother's 2nd husband, without changing form. Then I knew they were the same. (My step-father always seemed to think we that he abused "owed" him something.) Moreover, it helped me to realize the negative energy that both of their spirits are still throwing at me; they are both so full of hate. They are both demons in life and after death.

(Still, the other nightmares with the SS monster, it's only SS, those are all things that are really on him and I just keep praying that he will be caught and imprisoned before much longer.)

This is a message meant to compel me to shine positive light, more than I ever have been before. Christians want to talk about spiritual warfare, they ain't got nothing! All that I've been through in life, there is something I am here for. Whatever way I have to I will fight against their evil energy. My family tried to take me down with their negative energy and that purpose was defeated. This year, this day, I finally see what I need to do. The message has been thrown at me a few times, but it took a nightmare to hit me in the head with it.

I must let my light shine!

A Dream Worth Pondering

I really should have recorded this the day of the morning I had it, for specificity's sake. I need to figure out interpreting this. Still thinking about it.

Starting out, I was living in this apartment in a building that otherwise only had occupation by office and retail space. Maybe I had no curtains or blinds. Some of my windows looked out into offices and stores. It was strange. I had a baby in the apartment with me. The baby never made a sound, although it was alive. I went out to get something for just a moment. Shortly after I returned, Ingrid arrived. Apparently, she was the person who had given me the baby. I asked her why the baby was so quiet all of the time. Suddenly, I realized I could not find the baby! She had disappeared. Worse, I realized I didn't know why I had left her all alone in the apartment when I had gone out to the store! I felt really terrible about that and Ingrid was of course looking at me as though I should feel really terrible and what kind of nurturing woman was I?

So, I had to move. I was tired of my windows, feeling like someone must have been looking in and took the baby. It wasn't like Child Protective Services had come in. No police entered into the dream. I just had to go. I moved into this HUGE place where the main room was expansive and then there were many compartmentalized rooms mostly made from accordion-like walls that could be opened up. However, some rooms had regular walls. Ingrid was there for a moment and remarked she wondered how I could afford such a place. I sort of wondered why I needed a place so large. But then people started coming over, filling up the space. Just about the entire Buchanan family from OLTL was there and eventually, we were having a musical jam session. My guitar strings became loosened and they were inadvertently attached to something else. Despite my guitar problems, we were having a fun time and the music was decent. Tonja Walker and Thom Christopher walked in and disappeared. We looked all throughout the place and couldn't find them. Then, Vicki said they must be in the secret room. Well, leave it to Vicki to know about secret rooms. We found so many secret rooms, but we never found Tonja and Thom.

My husband showed up and he also wondered how I was able to get such a huge place and wanted to know why.

Next thing I know, I'm sitting next to Mr Prince of the Ghetto in a car and he was talking about my husband and other guys, saying I always come back to him but why do I always go running away to go and end up with other guys. My revelation: I told him I have never stopped loving him, however HE is the one who is always so busy with other things and has so many women out there with kids of his and I am overwhelmed by all of his other associations. I tell him last time I gave up on him it was because he had moved in with some other woman that his mother told me about and why was I supposed to wait around, so of course I finally found someone to marry.

Then I woke up.