In the beginning of the dream, I am at Stonehenge and there is a few others about, in black robes. I am too. I approach one of the persons in the black robe, in the dark and he removes his hood. It is Jeremy Garner, Unicole Unicron's husband. He is speaking in a low voice a greeting and then I notice Unicole standing there as well. They are holding each other's hands and walking in circles, near the rocks. She says something really nice to me and it makes me really happy. I think it is a beautiful greeting too.
Then, she lifts her hood off and she is in a white dress with lace everywhere. She has a veil on and it reaches to the ground and there is real red flowers falling off of it. On top of the veil, is a plain gold queen's crown and she walks off, holding hands with her husband. I lean back and disappear into another moment.
I am walking around in a house, that is furnished as someone's home. It is dimly lit, sky blue paint on the walls and too much furniture, for such a small space. I see my family is there but, they can also be anyone's family, as they are fluid.
All of a sudden, I hear the doorbell ring and my family goes to the door. They are all looking at me in anticipation, as if it is about me. My younger sister, stepmom and father step aside to let in a guest.
Morgan Freeman walks in the house and he is wearing a gray suit with a blue tie. He asks me to show him around the house and I do.
When we are walking, he is asking about my mother, who is homeless and other various aspects of my life. He asks me about religion and my hands start warming up, very hot.
Everywhere my hands go, objects start lifting into the air and things are shaking. He notices and starts to tell me it is demons of Satan. I said that I don't believe in religions like Christianity and I am tired of people trying to force me into that cult, which is the way I was picked on by my parents, my whole life, even when I said I don't want that.
I got so overwhelmed that I ran from the house and I kept going, until I reached a place, that reminds me of a college I toured before. There is cement everywhere, I can feel the sun and I feel comfortable here.
I land on top of a tall pillar, several feet in the sky. There is other pillars around this one, about six of them. As I am destressing from the previous event, I see Horus. He is tall and skinny, wearing a high blue and gold headdress, from the times.
He points up at me and says that I am one of only a few, whose soul belongs in his cult. He can feel the pain and oppression I feel from the pressure of the Christians, who harass me in ignorance and he offers me relief...
I am sitting beneath a maple tree with a blonde man, that is very tall. He tells me that he is a scientologist and he has been in his position for three months. He is some sort of counselor, or something like that. I asked him how many people had his position, before him. He explained that there was someone in his position, for a few months first.
He positions himself to sit beneath the tree with me. The grass is lush and dark. It is soft, as I sit upon it. We both sit indian style on the lawn. The sun is nice, like a spring day.
All of a sudden, I notice a small orange bird come sit in the tree, on a branch and start chirping at me, as if it wants to tell me something! I giggle and laugh and it flies off. I yell at him to come back and it does, sit in the branch, closer to me, tilting it's head sideways and looking us over, as it chirps.
We are laughing in joy, at this bird. As we laugh, we are shocked when it comes and swoops down, by our legs. Then, all of a sudden, off slithers a large green snake, away from us, as the bird bullies it to leave. We are amazed.
There is a small boutique and it has a wall window facing out into the street. There is computers in the front of the shop and children are on them.
Inside of the store, there is a large brown desk, where a very large and tall old man is standing, at a black computer. He says welcome to me, as I enter.
I sit down at one of the tables and there is a large black rabbit, jumping all over the store. I try to touch it, as it brushes past my leg and it bites my finger.
I sit at the brown circular table and I am waiting to be served some food. There is an older woman who comes from another room, with some food and sits down a plate of potatoes that are steaming, for me.
I watch the rabbit hopping on the floor and I tell everyone that walks in the shop, not to touch it, because it bit me.
I am at a casino and no one else is in here. There is bunches of nickel machines all lined up and I sit at one.
It is a plain one, with blue numbers and a video screen. I hit the buttons and soon enough the points rack up here.
When I win, I cash it out. I read the receipt and it is 140$. I think it's awesome and then I walk around, to look for someone to exchange it for money.
I am in a dark house, which has opened boxes all over the red carpet. I am frantically searching through the boxes for something.
I hear a bunch of noise outside and I take off, on the run. There is men dressed in blue military hats and uniforms. They are light skinned and not American.
They look around the house at the boxes and try to locate me in the rooms. I keep running down the street. No one else is on the streets.
I am dreaming that I am in a stone house. The floors are white marble, the walls are white stone and all the sculptures about are of goddesses, made of a similar texture.
The hallways are long, tall and narrow. The hallway I am in is just past the kitchen, where I walk to follow the sunlight coming inside.
I arrive at the exit of the hall and there is a few rooms, bare and open. The walls are arched over in a sun design. I go towards the patio.
There is a long and narrow pool outside the glass doors, which I go to sit by. I can feel the sunlight kissing me on my face. I enjoy the moment.
I am moving into a small house, which has empty spaces, small rooms, large windows and all the doors are wide open.
I sit on a step to the back door and look out onto the land. There is people walking on the street and most of them are dark haired and skinned.
There is other houses close by. They are all small and cozy looking, huddled together in comfort and safety.
I am on the phone but, not sure with who. I am talking about my hair and the sun is gently touching my face. My hair has streaks of blue in it.
When I take control of the dream, my hair becomes purple. I stand up and go invite people into my home, that I see walking around the area.
I am sitting on a wooden picnic bench, with a whitened table top. The reason that the wood is this color is because it is old and rotted from the rain. It is right next to a large field, of what appears to be corn. There is a slight breeze on the plants. I can see the yellow sun, disappearing, beneath the corn stalks.
I am sitting there with my mother, who is a large woman, with long brunette hair. She wears a dark blue windbreaker jacket. She has her boyfriend next to her, who is blonde, with greasy hair and out of focus. He wears a green windbreaker.
There is a man, sitting next to me. Who first appears to be this younger individual, with dark hair and light skin, who once tried to help me to pass a Biology class, which I dropped out of. Then, the longer I sit, he transforms into my sister, Abby.
My mother has a blue duffel bag, which says Nike in orange-pink neon lettering on the side. It appears to be a gym bag. She opens it up and starts going through it. There are old food boxes inside with a corn dust, lightly coated on them.
She pulls one up and hands it to me. It is a dark blue box of cereal, which looks like Cornflakes. It has president Obama on the front and there is vegetable dust, all over his face. It is a profile shot, of just him, in a grey business suit.
I said that I would eat that one. So, she goes into the bag and hands everyone there food box, filled with expired food, yet everyone eats something at that table, in silence.
I can feel a great spiritual presence here, which is breathtaking. There aren’t many words, only energy. The sun gets brighter, before it sets into another place. We leave when the sun goes down.
I am in a dimly lit room with a large window, by a bed, which has white covers on it. There is light blue paint on the walls. Outside the window, it is raining, onto a green lawn.
I am sitting on the edge of the bed with a cream colored acoustic guitar. I am playing the strings of the instrument. I am singing "I am a Storm."
The other lyrics are hard to remember, but I was picking the strings with my hands, in familiar patterns of four beats.
There is a dark man and he is listening to my music. It plays very softly and makes for a beautiful energy.
I am outside in a green pasture, with my husband and also, Josh Flagg from the t.v. show, Million Dollar Listing, on the Bravo channel. Josh is wearing a night blue suit and black sunglasses. My husband and I are in black pants and t-shirts.
There is a crowd of people that comes to gather by us. Across from us is a deep hollow, which comes into perspective, as it rises into a high hill. I see alot of tangerine, coral and white colors, in their clothing.
The reason that the people are coming over, is because there is a U.F.O hovering over us and they are screaming, to try and save us; "It's going to crash!"
The U.F.O. is silver and resembles a pan flute, in design. The ribbons of material, are easily seen, layered about, below the machine. The craft is hollow, like the legendary musical instrument but, there is a feeling I have, like life dwells inside of it.
It stops right above us three and then launches itself into the abyss, crashing. It is blazen and goes up, into smoke.There is a huge explosion and a fire.
The people are freaking out, while the three of us are in shock. I keep hearing in my head, "There's a foreign body, invading the atmosphere."
Then, I know that it crashed because the surrounding area of Earth, detected the metal as foreign and did not let it survive, much like how our bodies attack strange matter.
I am in a locker room, in the showers, naked. The room is empty, except for me. I also check the door, to see if it is locked and it is.
The tiles are blue and mosaic shaped. There is a few walls, coming up from the ground, of the same material.
After I take the shower, I go to my blue backpack to get my clothes. Instead of the clothes being in there, I see only rocks. Most of them are milky white colored, in circular shapes but, there also seems to be an assortment of others, as well.
I am walking up cement stairs, painted brown, in a building with many levels. The levels are in a stairway and I don't get out of the area, until I reach the top floor.
The door opens, as I push a metal bar, in the center. I can feel the cool air creep in from the night. As the door closes, a man and a woman pop out of cardboard boxes, on the rooftop.
The men and woman look like the king and queen of hearts because, they are in the vibrant red colors, wearing crowns, dressed as the characters on a card deck and holding hearts. They are standing by pipes, which are painted brown.
The king and queen are speaking with me telepathically and the information I am receiving, is jumbled, like if you were turning a radio dial, trying to find a station, to listen to. There are many voices and frequencies...
I am frantically going through my silver purse, looking for my ID card. I can't find it anywhere and so I am having anxiety.
The house is dark and my parents and full blooded sister are there. I am crying to them while I look under beds, in drawers and cabinets.
There is wood floors everywhere and two stories. This is not a house that I have ever seen before, It is one of my imagination.
I'm in a house, which is exactly like mine but, the walls are painted a sea green color. There is a sky blue piano keyboard stuck to the top of the wall, above my bedroom door.
I leave through this door and there is two blonde boys, about ten years old, waiting for me. They are talking about an old man that is at the summit of a mountain, right outside of my house.
So, I go outside, where there is a large road, made of dirt and a wooden fence, in the shape of logs in horizontal and vertical crosses, outlining the meadow and rocky landscape.
The boys say they are going up there and I decide I will follow them in spirit. They each get on a childs electric car and start speeding up the road. The cars are like jeeps and cream colored.
I am following them in an ethereal way. It is night time now and there is a fork in the road, up the way to the mountain, which I can see, is covered with snow.
There's a elderly woman, with white long hair and a plain sea green cotton robe on. She is standing there, saying "help me" and waving her arms. She has her luggage with her and she is trying to get home. So, they stop to help her instead.
I am in a bed, which has thick forest green covers on it. It is centered into a window, which has a deep blue curtain, over top. The window reaches from the floor, to the ceiling.
The light is coming in gently, it must be in the evening time. Shortly after the sun is setting, I rise peacefully and look at the edge of the bed.I see white energy glowing.
A long haired multicolored cat with a grey, orange, yellow and white paint stroke design, right across the nose, looks up at me, with blue eyes.It jumps onto a wooden floor and leaves the room.
The room is very small. There is only this bed, inside. The walls are painted gray. I get a peaceful feeling in here.
I am in a hallway of a school. The walls are painted black. The hallways are colored with a cream tile.
There is black clocks in nearly every long span of the place. They are basic and large. They say that it is six a.m.
I slip into a small classroom. There is Justin Time there, who recorded my song. I ask him if we can record a new one and he says, we can, if we hurry.
We record until 8 a.m, when a bunch of students show up. They are the age of high school kids.
I go and sit on the side of a wall and play my pink guitar, outside the class, to wait to record again.
It is dark outside and warm. There is a bunch of people outside, on a dirt road, talking. They don't all know each other very well, so it sounds like small talk.
I come to realize that my dad and stepmom are with me. We are waiting for a ride to some sort of event, which is nearby.
A khaki colored truck shows up to give us a ride. It is a small truck, with a backseat. There is a mexican man, driving it. He does not speak.
I sit in the passenger seat and I begin to freak out, that he is going to try to kill us. So, I reach over him and grab the locks and get out.
My family takes their time and I am running very fast, to the entrance of a building. There is music coming out of the front door, that sounds as if it comes from Europe, during the middle ages.
Inside, there is hay all over the floor and freshly cut, wooden obstacles, that resemble a game of mousetrap. The roof is tall and pointed.
A lady, dressed in a cotton blue dress and white scarf, tied over her head, lifts me up and tosses me into a catapult. It slowly pushes me into the air and I land gently, on the top of a tall wooden structure, resembling a shelf, nearby the ceiling.
I am still here, just waiting for my family and also overlooking things. There is many people talking loudly, beer being passed around and the sound of merriment.
People are waiting in line in chairs, on the floor. It appears to be a government agency or corporation. The chairs are plastic and simple and the lighting is fluorescent. It reminds me of an airport but, not quite.
The floors are made of a white tile and there is people answering phones at a front desk. No one sitting on the chairs, of the floor, are speaking. It is an uncomfortable silence.
I start to get uneasy and impatient and so I quietly start speaking with a man, who is sitting right next to me. He appears to have dark hair and be of mexican descent. I ask him about what's going on.
The man looks around the room and leans in to whisper in my ear that, all these people are trying to get a record deal. There is about a hundred people around.
This fact alone gets me going and I stand up and tell everyone it's not fair and they should all be their own persons. The man agrees because, we walk out of the room together.
We go outside. He is in nice black pants and a dark blue sweatshirt with rugged boots. The area is wild and there is pine trees and mountains all about.
We go up to a side of a mountain that is covered with dirt. It looks pretty steep but, we dare each other to reach the top. We glance all the way up and it seems overwhelming but, the man goes full force.
I climb about twenty feet and then back down. It is too steep, almost straight up and down, with no grip. Yet, there the man goes, somehow, reaching up there. I never see him again.
So I leave with a couple people that, help me off of the ground. We go to another building with chairs and waiting, which is much smaller.
A woman in a business suit comes out and hands over a gift box of beautiful jewels to a person in the chair for one dollar.The box is three feet high and wide. They are obviously worth thousands. They sparkle and shimmer.
A dark woman that I am sitting next to, whispers in my ear they are stolen and I go out of my seat and pull up closer to her, to start talking. I introduce myself and we become friends.
I meet Paul, my love, in here and we leave to go walking around outside, in this city, to find a place to eat. There is a small population here, very rural. I remember crying because he wanted to go to all these fancy places and I just wanted to eat at Taco Bell.
I am inside an apartment complex that is all white cement everywhere.It is my sisters and her husband and sons home.
Everything is cleared out of the apartment, except for a cage with guinea pigs and a white clock, on the wall. The clock is a basic style round clock with black numbers.
My husband and I are helping them move the guinea pigs and I pause to let them run around for a bit. They are multicolored.
I notice that when anybody in the room stops for a short period of time, the clock starts to tick very loudly. It unwraps a cord from itself and shoots out it's hands around the person or thing, that is standing still. It then starts to tighten, like a snake.
So, we work fast and move them to another place that, is in the same complex yet, it's away from that clock, high on the wall.
I walk up a short flight of steps, that is made of concrete and painted a green tinted brown. It is in a small hallway that has a sandy white painted on the exterior.
At the end, I reach a door that is painted red. The door is slim and tall. It has a gold number on the front that reads "37." There is also a peephole there.
It appears to be a hotel and I enter into the room. The carpet is a thin layer of dark blue. A royal tone tints the floral comforters and abstract art in the area.
There is two beds here, perfectly made with quilted blankets and fluffy white pillows on top, with plain cotton fabric.
I keep getting the sense that someone is watching me, so I look out the door, down the steps, into the street. No one is in the area, except a chinese man in his mid twenties.
He looks suspicious, as he is wandering between each hotel room, snooping around the stairs, vehicles and corners.
He wears a dark blue hoodie, it is simple and there is no logos or art on this canvas. He has a round face and thick eyebrows, which hits where the hood begins on top of his head.
He goes up onto my door and opens it, as I step backwards. The door was locked but, he came in with such ease.
Even though I am standing right there, he can't notice me. He looks around the room, in the drawers of the dresser and closet, very efficiently.
I see a vision of about three people of the same age and attire, in the room before I was in there. They are sitting about, on the tops of the bed and watching t.v. The vision fades and the man leaves the room.
I am in a place that looks like some form of a military base. It has metal buildings standing straight up for miles. They are a rusty red color, with flat square roofs.
I am walking along a snowy path and there is no sign of life around. The snow is falling gently and everything is silent. There is darkness all around.
I go inside one of the rusty metal buildings. It is square shaped inside and there is cots lined against the walls, with some people sleeping and hooked up to monitors.
There is nurses tending to people and they are filling out papers and watching over them. They appear to be dreaming.
A man in an army suit comes inside and takes me from here to tour the facilities. It is one metal square building after another, filled with electrical equipment, a cafeteria and more.
The man asks me to join them. He is trying to recruit me. He tells me they go to sleep and fight wars in the future and other realms with this new technology, while we sleep.
He said that if we get cut or die in the dream, we may fall into a coma, if we can not handle the trauma, psychologically and that's why they pick people like me, who has been through alot. He picks people who will survive.
I wander off, into the snow and I weigh my options. I have a friend, who is smaller than me, with light hair and she begs me not to go and explains its all for power and corruption.
I go against her will and I go into a cell with a woman with dark hair who appears to be in her fifties. We travel together to the future of the facility, we are currently in.
When we arrive, we are outside and everything looks identical. I hear her say, that it is 40 years, into the future.
We do not age. The lady turns to fight me and she uses fire sparks that appear to come from her hands. I am fighting against her, with only my fists.
She strikes me with some sort of laser beam and there is a wide gash inside of me. I collapse to the ground and I am sent back to the present time, waking up, off the floor.
The lady said this was a practice event. She said that next time, I would realize that people have these magicks and be stronger.
I am in the backseat of a car and we are traveling down a windy, hillside road. There is a ranch on my right with a large wooden log gate to enter.The gate is made from large tree trunks and I think it has R & R carved into but, I am not 100% sure. It could be a K, or P, as well.My vision is a bit blurry here.
The person driving is Paul and there is another woman in the front seat, with blonde hair. I do not recognize her. She seems to be leading us round this area.She's in jeans and a sky blue jacket.
It's a chilly morning because, I can see my breath and the steam rising off the frosted plants in the area. I feel as though I am wearing a warm coat.
My higher self and phantoms lead me to look into a field, that we pass, by this ranch. The field has tall yellow grass growing but, there is close by a field with healthier pastures and purple wildflowers and I keep hearing that something exists over there, by a field of daisies.I see large square cliffs, as we pass by.
We are headed to find this destination, although I am not sure if it exists. It seems as though, it is important that I get to Bakersfield and look around.
I am on a very large brown ship. It is all built of dark woods.It has white sails and a whole crew attends to the service, of this capsule.
We are out on the top floor and I see that we are in a large river. The river is a dark teal color and there is a city that lays upon the shape and the flow.
I am standing there, with my hair down, in contemplation of the houses and buildings, that are here. They are grand and modern, dating to the future.
There is skyscrapers that tower over with deep stone cut into them like gigantic castles. They all seem to have an air landing pad on top, or fancy lights, beckoning, to the skies.
This place is heavily populated. It seems as if it is night, because the people are quiet. It also seems like it is two different eras, from on the boat, to the structures, on land.
I am the only one that is standing there, without worry of working on the parts and pieces, on deck. I do worry, however, on the fact, that I see a large t-rex standing high above the water, overlooking the boat.
I am concerned but, the t-rex seems like it has the mentality of a loyal dog and does not try to eat the people, just simply looks close at them. They do not seem to notice and I have to tell the supervisor, what I see.
The people are wearing black berets, like the ones that come from France. They have various white and black t-shirts and blue jeans. It is all men, that I see on top.
There is some in a corner, that are reading out of a giant book. The book is all brown in color and the pages are cream. It seems to be a navigation manual, of some sort.
The weather is calm and warm and there is no breeze that I can feel here. We continue to float on down the path, in a tranquil state.
I am trying to walk into a house when there is a huge fog that comes and covers everything. I huddle down, close to the ground and I feel snow. I hear people all around me saying; "Don't move, it will come and go fast."
I didn't want to get lost and so I kneel there, in light pink mittens, a brown beanie with ancient geometric designs from an aztec or similar culture, in horizontal lines and a dark blue hoodie.
When the fog lifts, the people go into a house with a brown roof. It is a one story and there is a wooden porch, built all around the place.
Inside, I place my brown boots by the door and I see a living room with a long brown table and drinks on top, in red solo cups.
Everyone is going towards the table, taking their hats and scarfs off. There is about five people and they all are around my age.
They start drinking out of the cups and then a woman comes up to me, with blonde hair and starts trying to hit me. So, we get into a fight and I violently beat her up. Its savage.
I am looking through the websites on the computer, googling my name and I can't find the information that I am looking for. I deliberately look for certain articles, that are no longer there.
I go to look for things that have been written and said about me, in the past and I find the stories but, there is something wrong. The stories don't make sense and they change my name to another person; that is similar to me.