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)

Louis Armstrong At Grandma's House

Dead people... Louis Armstrong & that grandma

Before this part of my dream, I was actually (and successfully) doing aerial acrobatics at a place that resembled a circus ring.

Then I went to the apartments that belonged to my grandma. They weren't the apartments that she really used to own. But they were the same apartments from another dream in which I'd visited with her sometime within the last year. (yes, I do not always record all of my dreams.)

There was another woman that I was talking with on the porch. I don't know who she was. We were out there, smoking. There was a little camera in one of the windows. There was another apartment with children. She said she'd stashed their toys in my grandmother's apartment. We went inside.

Viewing what I could see on the main floor, I said I didn't see any toys. My grandmother wasn't there either. The woman said the toys were downstairs.

We went downstairs and then I realized this place looked familiar from another dream. In that dream, I had been talking with my grandmother and asking if I could live there for awhile, using one of the 2 spare bedrooms that she had downstairs. She had told me no, because she was expecting various visitors that would be using those rooms.

Later, after finding the toys, we went further into the downstairs where there was a utility room and some other rooms. Several people entered through another door that came in from outside. One of those people was Louis Armstrong (with longish hair). He said he was a distant cousin of mine. He produced several baggies from a bag that he'd carried in. The baggies contained useless trinkets, but the way he was carrying on, I was really supposed to be appreciating these gifts. Some of the other people were massage therapists who had coupons for a free massage. I was considering this, wondering to myself if I had enough for a substantial gratuity.

Mr Armstrong could tell I was not overly enthused about his gifts and I could tell this was bothering him, however I didn't feel there was much I could do about that. He really wanted to do something to make me happy and I couldn't fake my feelings. I was aware that I couldn't ask him for an autograph because I knew he really wasn't alive, therefore nobody was going to believe it. He sadly brought out what may have been his only other bag of goodies, saying "The only other thing I have is this ratchet and these things. That bag had tools and a little thing of oil and what I saw as useful things. I traded the bags he'd given me for the bag of tools, happily smiling and saying, "These are good things. I'm a Virgo and I like useful things." Then he also looked happier.

Then I woke up. What a strange dream! (as if I don't ever have strange dreams, hahaha!)

Very Disturbing But Probably Good Omens

Night before last (actually morning) 3 different dreams waking me up each time because they were all depicting such terrible things that at the end of each, I was ready to commit suicide. Not giving much detail because I don't want to think about them anymore except to recall that they happened. Was reading interesting interpretation of some dreams of such nature - the belief being that some bad part of me has gone away, thus making those dreams good (despite the horrific way I woke from them 3X)

Next morning, a strange unsettling dream where I was places unknown. Cutting through places of business and a halfway house for men in order to get to a job I was just beginning. Later, in a place that may have been a homeless shelter, and seeing many people from my old job, mostly all of them who have quit working there long ago around the time that I quit, all of them were together in a sparsely furnished, undecorated room with painted brick walls, watching t.v., smoking and carrying on conversations. Some bad crime had been committed against someone and I called 911. They asked me if it was some hyper guy named Mikey who was on H.A. (whatever that is) I said no, it wasn't. People were overhearing me calling and some were looking at me bad like I was a snitch, but I was only trying to get help for the person who had been hurt. Later, I was in another place where I was going to bathe, but it was like a private bath room in a public place (maybe a rooming house or a place where they had bathing?). There was a frosted window that was without a curtain which faced outside to a city street and there was a window with a curtain on the door to a hallway that had other doors which I thought were to other bath rooms. As my bath was filling, I looked out the door window and noticed someone had put a bucket of something in the hallway by the door and dropped something that was burning into the bucket. It was causing some nasty smoke. I suspected it wasn't just a bucket of water, most likely some chemicals that might be harmful or poison when ignited, so I changed my mind about the bath and got out of there safely. Then I woke up.

Rising

I was at a large beautiful house that (in the dream) I believed to belong to B and D but I am not sure. They were there with their children, my favorite uncle was there with my aunt and I was there. B & D received a check for $75,000.00 and it was a joyous day for celebration. I was going up stairs, and then for awhile there was an incline with bars that I had to pull myself upward with. In this dream, I never saw myself going back down, even though after I went up there was a time that I was back on the main floor because everyone was welcoming Shabbat with a song and a walking procession going in a circle around the living room and I joined in with them all. (This is a strange part of the dream, considering all of them are Christians.) Later, I had to go up again. As I was pulling myself up the incline again, I wished that maybe I could be helped with some of that money. After I had that thought, I heard my uncle saying, "she is suffering very badly." When I reached the upper floor, I saw down through some opening that wasn't really a window that viewed a downstairs toilet. (???) (All of the dream was good symbolism except I don't understand the toilet.)

The dream then jumped to us being outside and my cat kept escaping outdoors, also. I went to see a building where my new restaurant was going to be. The building was sky-high and the floor for my future restaurant was still occupied by another tenant. My cat followed me there and I had to take something up to the top floor of the building and re-fold it. I did not see myself go back down from the top in the dream.

Once again we were back at the yard of the beautiful house and my cat had escaped outside again. This time, she went bounding across the yard to a neighboring home where there was a swimming pool in the backyard. I could not run to chase her, but two of B's children went running after her.

What Was I Wearing?

I don't know why people kept offering me money. Receiving money in a dream is a bad sign meaning material loss in real life. This was a terrible dream however otherwise mysterious.

We were living in an apartment or hotel in a downtown area. I do not know what city I was in. There were plenty of people speaking English, but in one part of the dream, I was walking downtown and thinking to myself that I was in the same city as a friend who lives in Japan and asking myself why I wasn't headed in the opposite direction to visit her. It didn't look like Tokyo.

When I came back to the building where we stayed, I looked some stairs that looked impossible for me. The stair was too high in one place and at that part of the stairs was a part that had no railing, no support and I was afraid I would fall. I asked this woman for assistance as in, is there an elevator somewhere so this would be easier? She tried to give me a couple hundred dollars and I told her I wasn't asking for money. I just had ms and I didn't trust myself climbing these stairs, and just as I was defending her generosity, my words started slurring (something that happens every once in awhile, darn it!). She acted like I was just to proud to take money and shying away after I'd asked for assistance and held the money out to me again. Then I convinced her to go to the stairs to see the gaping space I was talking about and although she told me about the elevator and where it was, INSTEAD she helped me realize that it was just an optical illusion, the stairs were not really a problem at all. (Going up stairs, especially accomplishing something seemingly insurmountable, IS A GOOD SIGN.)

Husband had gone out to do something and he was supposed to be coming right back. A funny part of the dream was about the cats. There were more than my cats in the suite and I was trying to get all of the ones who didn't belong out of there. There were 2 doors, one going to the hallway and one going outside to the porch that was pretty cool, but where those other cats belonged would be a wonderous mystery. Out the door that went outside, it was on a level that was also a part of a beautifully multilcolored bridge that was mostly in primary colors. While putting the cats outside, I realized there was a cat who had prematurely started having kittens. Another bad sign.

Anyway, I got all of the unwelcome cats out and left them to deal with what had been left outside. I went inside, washed my hands, got a glass of water and some pills, smoked a stick and looked outside at the pretty colors and the city scene, then I gathered some things together and got ready to go back out into it.

I ran into the woman who had helped me up the stairs. She wanted to show me where the elevator was. She wore a nametag as if she worked there at the building. Maybe she was on her break when I asked about the elevator the first time. In the process of showing me, she took me to another floor where she was going, offering to buy me a drink. I told her I didn't drink. She said, "Let me show you this place anyway."

The place was called "Durty Sallie's" but it wasn't like the bar I am familiar with that has the same name. This place was a strip club. I was introduced to Sallie and also to some secretly kept personal satisfaction devices in the dressing room area that were very strange contraptions that I will refrain from describing. They offered that I could try these things out, but really it all looked like too much, not to mention the question of were these things really kept hygenically clean and if they were, would the germ-killers be harmful?

Sallie offered me a drink on the house and I told her also that I do not drink and I would be on my way. It was now dark out and I realized I had spent much more time than I had planned to. I thanked her for her hospitality and then she tried to give me money. I handed it back to her. The older authentically Irish woman with bottle strawberry blond hair said, "It's dark out, honey. You'll need this." She tucked the wad of cash in my jacket pocket and turned and walked away so that I wouldn't be able to hand it back again. " Be safe, honey," she said and then started talking to 2 dancers who had just come in from the stage.

Then I went outside in search of something to eat. The bridge that I mentioned earlier spread over the major part of the city's downtown area. It was wide and only meant for pedestrian traffic, food booths, a few carnival-type rides and attractions here and there, restaurants and bandstands. It was beautiful and passed over an area where some of the oldest hotel buildings with ornate architecture could be seen. I got something to eat and sat at an empty table where a band was playing. These 2 guys started talking to me and it was obvious they had ulterior motive about themselves. Time was passing quickly and husband hadn't called me asking where I was. Still, I needed to get home and these guys were bugging me. The stretch of bridge that I had to walk back over was emptying of people and I was afraid these guys were going to try to get me someplace deserted. But I had to brave it and as I did return down the bridgeway, I was kept safe.

I saw someone getting robbed down on the street below and I realized it was now very late and most of the people still out were a bit dangerous-looking. The bridge exit to my building had stairs going down to the street level. After seeing the knifepoint robbery, I decided to go another way. Along the way, I saw a photoshoot in progress. Now, it was about 4am and they were obviously doing this in the middle of the night to avoid being a public spectacle. The person they were photographing was Marie Osmond. (It's funny that she would be in my dream because I am not a fan or a non-fan and she is pretty much insignificant to my lifetime or recent thoughts.) Since I was right there and obviously not a part of their production, I introduced myself (they had just finished the shoot) and we hugged! (strange) Then she gave me $40 dollars and her friendly mood abruptly changed to one that basically looked tired and/or disgusted.

Apparently, that was more than I could take, because I then awoke wondering, why were all of these people giving me money? What was I wearing? Did they think I was homeless or what?

Ghosts

Very scary, one of those dreams that I would wake up from and then go back to sleep and the same continued dream was right back in progress again. Ghosts, not all resembling the same person, some appearing where reflections should be, some just in the way and it seemed like they were trying to pull me into their world. I kept trying to escape. One ghost was in the form of a kitchen tool on top of a refrigerator and it attempted to grasp my arm and pull me behind the refrigerator. Another time, I had to go to a party where the entry was on a second floor landing that was unguarded from the floor below. A bad spirit was trying to push me off, but I moved out of the way quickly enuf to avoid the fall. Instead another woman was taken by surprise and fell. Did she die? I don't know. I woke up. But then again, I went back into another place where the ghosts were still trying to get my attention and take me into their place of being.

Punch

2 nites ago I had a short visual dream of this woman I did not recognize at the time getting ready to punch me in the face. I thought she was going to rob me. Instead, I did not feel the punch. It never really hit ME. I guess I was supposed to grasp that part of things in the dream. Anyway, I remember feeling like I returned the punch with a very mean expression on my face and basically that was it. It was over and I was unharmed.

Later last evening, I'm wondering if Husband had same dream. He says he is worried someone might punch me out and rob me. Out of the blue he suddenly has this worry. Sometimes we do have that psychic connection, less often than I would prefer, but it's still there. So I think, maybe he had the same visual from a different perspective in dreaming it. Maybe he didn't see that I had not been harmed. I still wondered, who was that woman.

Today, I met that woman. :) She has a record for assault, but she is presently mad at someone else & was talking about how she was going to punch out this other woman who has been making many people mad, like it's her goal to make people try to fight with her. Was I having a very "Medium" moment. (or was it more like a "That's So Raven" moment? Hehehe!) Could it be that I was really seeing something from someone else's perspective in my dream? I am feeling totally awed by some of the strange things that can happen.

Wha?

That's what I said when I finally remembered this dream. For about 4 hours before I remembered, I kept remembering I'd had such a strange dream about a man, trying to remember who the man was & what was so strange about this dream? All of the sudden, I remeber it was VAR the MIC. We were having dinner in a very nice restaurant, formal dress. Suddenly he is under the table and doing pleasurable things, very nicely. Just as suddenly, he abruptly gets up and on his feet, leaving me alone to run off with 3 or 4 gay guys! It was utmost craziness, considering how not-gay this man is.

Wondering what this means regarding my job? I think it happened already, it's about changes and money, but I believe it's all going to work out fine... (unless something else happens). I believe this was definitely in the average category of symbolic dreams that are omens of things in the next few days and; that has come and gone, pardon the pun.

Within a couple months time, the man abruptly left the company for a much better job, according to what I heard.

The First Man I Wanted To Marry

He's always in my heart, but he broke my heart several too many times by refusing my love, with fearful arguments always ending up making him too old for me in his mind. It's so painful to think about him. I started loving him at way too young an age, but I never have stopped feeling the affections that I have felt for him for so many decades.

But I haven't dreamed about him in a long time. In what seemed to be a morgue, he was supposedly in one of the drawers and they wanted me to look at him, but he had been put in the drawer upside down. I didn't want to look because his head was all messed up.

The symbolism in this dream is calling attention to the fact that there is something I have been avoiding to see and I need to pay attention to it. I continue to wonder is it him? Do I need to just accept his head is messed up and that is why we have not been together? Am I supposed to pursue this before it is too late? After all, he is a bit older than I.

Considering calling him, but lost with what to say.

A New Apartment Somewhere & More Flooding

Recently, I have been dreaming about a new apartment somewhere. I don't know where geographically it is. Interestingly, what is outside of the apartment changes a bit. The indoor structure is consistent in every dream. The living room is the part of the apartment most featured in my dreams, altho I have been in the kitchen also. I have also been outside in one of the dreams. There is a sliding glass window and several other large windows facing toward water, either a lake or ocean, in two of these dreams. In a 3rd dream, it looked out to a beautiful and clean cityscape and there was a ramp that led down to the main streetlevel. In the first dream the ramp outside the big windows went around the back to a stairway that went down to a swimming pool & actually, in that dream I thought I was at a hotel or a resort. IN ALL THESE DREAMS, the inside of the apartment became filled with clear water, although it wasn't apparent that there was a flood outdoors.

Travelling & 3rd Floors

Husband and I were travelling. SUPPOSEDLY, we were in a city of a small foreign country somewhere in Asia. Several friends were travelling on this vacation with us. There were almost always many people present in the dream. But there were a few times in the dream when I would go off exploring by myself or it would just be Husband and me, or a few of our friends would be with us exploring. For whatever reason, there were many houses and buildings we visited where we would end up on the 3rd and 4th floors of the building. Sometimes I was supposed to be going to the 3rd floor and I would end up going to the 4th instead. In one building, there were only 3 floors and I went to go up all the way to the roof or the service attic. Husband had to help me down because I was scared to descend. In the dream, I never saw myself going back down any stairs or ladders and this is a good omen.

There was a festival going on with much partying and activity in the streets. Suddenly we became very aware of people trying to steal from tourists. I found myself looking through a telescope at the ocean and across the harbor I found myself seeing Hermosa Beach Pier. We had been ripped off anyway. We were not in a foreign country. We had been tricked into believing we had traveled abroad and we were really in Long Beach, California! HAHAHAHAHA! This was ultimately good though, because this way we knew we could get out of this little part of the city and get on to someplace familiar really fast.

(P.S. - There really isn't presently a way to see Hermosa Beach from Long Beach. Palos Verdes would have to crumble before this would be remotely possible, I know... It was a dream :) nobody said it had to make sense!)

This dream was very significant with a meaning BECAUSE in part I had never completely understood the meaning of the haunted 3rd floors that were consistent in my nightmares concerning mansions with 3 or 4 floors, beginning in the 1980s. There had been so many of the dreams with 3rd floors that were so haunted no one could even inhabit the entire 3rd floor, I have lost count. Husband even felt this dream. Before we moved, he warned me we couldn't move to a 3rd floor apartment, telling me I would be like the lady in a horror movie I should remember. I have searched the internet for this movie and I don't believe it exists. All of these 3rd floor nightmares I had were warnings that I should not go up to the attic in the house we moved from. There were evil people who had hidden up there various times and so many times I had been curious, I never ventured all the way up there. I had escaped the danger. The dream I had last night in emphasized that all of the 3rd floors were safely unhaunted.

Best Friend Moves To San Antonio

"Since you can't get yourself moved to Minneapolis as of yet, we just decided we would move down here for a year or so until you can move back up with us." Not only had she and her beau moved here, she brought her mother, her son and some other guys (family and; friends). They already had an apartment here and it was a totally wonderful surprise for me,

And well, at least it was just a dream, because in real life there are many people who get here thinking it's going to be good  then they get caught in the undertow of all the oppression, finding it practically impossible to make a way to escape back out of here.

The men went to do something else while I showed her The River Walk. It began raining, a soaking spring shower, a la San Antonio. We were on a covered veranda up over the water. There were many trees around us. It was the driest place to be, thus there was no reason to go elsewhere during this massive shower. We smoked a joint & she called someone to come pick us up, but they got lost so it took awhile. We ended up walking over to a little shopping area after the rain let up. It was there that I realized I had changed purses & forgotten many things in my old purse.

They had a loft on an upper floor of an old office building that had been renovated into lofts. The buzzer was VERY LOUD and when we arrived upstairs, Best Friend's mother announced that the industrial-sounding buzzer will be disconnected, so nobody had better depend on using it. We discovered that they had moved only a few blocks away from where we lived. Everything was very pleasant.

Another Mansion

There was another recent dream I had that IS significant of some good to come, as far as dream symbolism is concerned. (ACTUALLY, so is the last symbolism mentioned as far as that goes) I was looking for a room to rent. The ad had mentioned 3 rooms to rent and the address ended up being this HUGE historic mansion, complete with a Proper Name engraved in stone laid into the brickwork. There were SO MANY bedrooms, all decorated very nicely with beautiful colors, all splendidly neat and cleaned, beautiful bedspreads and curtains with nice cozy sitting areas. There were many other amenities and great rooms in the mansion and I was becoming overwhelmed by the tour. I asked the person who was showing me around, didn't the ad just advertise 3 bedrooms? ~~~ He sniffed like he was hoity-toitier than I and said with very gay enunciation, "There are only 3 bedrooms for rent. The rest are already rented. You couldn't possibly think they would all be in the same part of the mansion.

Well, ok... But, I DID wonder why everyone living there had left the doors to their rooms open. I did not rent a room. As I left, I looked strangely at the building's name engraved in stone, but I sure don't remember the name it was called.

Crazy, Calamitous Work

I haven't been remembering the dreams I've been having recently, for the most part. These are the things that are repetitive in what I remember: Crazy, calamitous work! Today, we were traveling from office to office. There are always many different people in these recent dreams that I can't ever remember much else about.

The House Was Just GONE

I had to go somewhere and it was just calamitous. Margie drove me home. My cell wasn't working correctly, we had been at some kind of convention I think. I only remember there were many different occasions of various people and places in a big building like a convention center atmosphere. My cane ALSO had a builtin cellphone! So convenient it was not, but at least the phone worked everywhere I tried to use it. I don't know why we did not notice right away; Margie drove away before I noticed and she had to go somewhere else that was important. She was late. My neighborhood didn't look the same, but the corner house where we lived was gone. Only the foundation remained. I saw one of my neighbors, it was either Gloria or Yolanda, and I asked her "What happened to our house?" She said the bank took it away. "With all our stuff?"

"Yes", she confirmed. The house had not been demolished, just towed away like a repossessed car.

I wandered off, trying to figure out how I would explain this to my husband. We had lost everything, including our house and everything in it. I kept trying to call the owner of the property, but he wouldn't answer and it was difficult to walk and try to use my canephone at the same time. I just knew he was never going to answer his phone.

The Apology - Los Ojos

The male I first gave the name "Los Ojos" visited me in a dream this morning. He apologized sincerely and completely, for everything bad he has put me through. For some unknown reason, in the same dream I felt compelled to relate this to my husband. Husband despairingly said, "I guess you are going to get married to him now." I looked at him wierdly and said, "How can I do that? I'm married to you."