My soul is soaring through blue skies and it is a joyful feeling. As I am going, I notice all the clouds in the air, there is some that are large, some that are small and some that sparkle. They are varying shades of white, gray and black shadow and ice.
When I see a cloud sparkle, I do my best to stop to watch it, before it floats away. This is because when the sunlight hits it, a rainbow comes out of it. It is exciting to watch and it makes me passionate about the beauty!
Then, I fly back down to Earth and I am in a church singing. I go from singing at the front, to the very back of the room. This place is just past the wooden church pews, on a dark forest green carpet and into a white stone walled kitchen, where I can barely see the words to the song of Jesus.
Someone starts speaking from behind me and says that I shouldn’t sing so proud because I am only a background singer. It stuns me for a few minutes, as I contemplate what is being said! I keep hearing the voice over and over in my head saying that I am just a background singer.
Then, I notice a lady with short cut hair, like a boys and it is rainbow colors. She smiles at me and so I follow her into a bedroom. She has on black glasses and she is sitting on a twin bed with black covers and white sheets. She is looking through a photo book and she motions for me to come discover what she is looking at.
The pictures in her hands are Polaroid’s and she takes more from a shoe box, as she hands them to me in piles of threes, fours and fives. The pictures are of clouds and rainbows. I look across from where I am sitting and see many more shoeboxes in an open closet, which has sliding mirror doors.
I am looking over a notebook with plain white papers and strange markings. The markings are squiggles and dots. They are made with very black ink, like that of a calligraphy pen. They swirl and rise up, most rooting from the bottom up, it seems.
Each page has one symbol on it, a different letter of the alphabet. The designs are simple with the vowels including a squiggle and dot and non-vowels containing simpler lines. The marking is made large and centered in the page.
A lot of the squiggles are continuous and do not separate. The book is large and so there must be a lot more than 26 letters, like the English alphabet. It gives me hope that one day I can reveal these symbols to the rest of the world.
I am walking up gray stone steps on a long winding staircase. The building is tall at the top, showcasing an empty and abandoned place. The stairs are narrow and the atmosphere is cold from the stone. I am wearing a white Greek style dress with a one shoulder wrap. My hair is in a braid and curls pop out as I step higher.
I reach the top of the stairs, which I am climbing and I realize that there is crows standing in a small cut out window, which is narrow and rectangular in shape. They seem to be trapped. They are pacing around each other with concern and confusion. There is three of them and they are hesitant to trust me as I reach out my hand to move away a couple bricks, which are obscuring their exit. They seem very nervous.
As I move the obstacle, one of them immediately flies through and then one waits until the other has left and goes as well. The third crow, before it takes off to leave, turns round and looks at me in gratitude and then turns back around again to fly. Then I notice there are three black feathers in the window and I collect them and put them into my hair, at the back of my head.
It is so dark everywhere and I'm in spirit form, watching over this world. It's hard to see, almost blinding but, I can hear a female's voice on a phone telling me that Ashton, my son, was shot. I see him in the dark and he is in a old school sky blue mustang, passenger seat and has blood running from his head and slouched over. He is wearing jeans and a black hoodie.
I'm really crying and emotional and there is a barrier between me and this scene as if I can see it but, not interact. I imagine this is like how a ghost would see. Then, the phone rings again and this time it is a man's voice. My spirit soars very high up and everything begins spinning as I fly to another place.
I'm emotional and urgent to talk with my father because the man in the phone is saying that something has happened to him and he cannot hear or speak any longer. I see him in his kitchen and he is wearing some kind of head brace at the table. The look in his eyes is blank as if he is not the same person. It is hard to accept but, I can't seem to span the distance between the voices to be there with them.
There is a mansion that has a large deck on the outside, made of pine, that goes around the whole perimeter of the backyard. I am walking across this to enter through the back door. The back door is open and the screen is covering the entrance. I go through it to a largely spacious and simply designed home.
The walls are a dark blue in the first room and the floors are a deep wooden brown, almost like chocolate. This appears to be a kitchen and there is a dining room in the next room. The dining room is painted red and there is a giant wooden table that is grand and dark like the floors. It is polished and finished with curvatures and a shiny coat, which reflects in lighting.
I walk all the way through these rooms and get to a space that has a secret door in the ceiling. The room opens up, much like an attic and a ghost comes through the pull down stairs. The ghost is very tall, about seven feet. The ghost has dark skin and hair and looks Hispanic. He is wearing a powder blue, cream and baby pink plaid flannel shirt. He also wears blue jeans. He comes out of the room and follows me into a bedroom with powder blue walls and lights strung up in the four corners. The lights glow a bright yellow color.
He tries to get into the big king size bed with fluffy black blankets with me and I freak out and run out of the house and start screaming for someone to call the police. Then I realize that it's a ghost and so the police aren't coming.
There is a house with dark wooden floors and royal blue walls and a similar furry rug on the floor, in front of a white couch. It is dimly lit and a bay window in the main room reveals that the sun is setting. I am here, sitting upon this couch and holding my yellow soprano ukulele. In waking life, I have only just recently begun to practice with it. In my dream however, I am a skilled master.
I am wearing a white t-shirt and black yoga pants and there are other people in casual clothes, who walk by me as I am practicing. They are strange faces and persons that I do not know. They walk by and stare at me in fascination as I am playing this instrument like a master. It's like I can play any note there ever was and it's incredible.
I am making the most beautiful music and doing it with such grace that it's mesmerizing. At one point, I even turn it sideways and upside down and the melody never stalls. This fills me with such beauty and joy that it is carried over into the living spirit and inspired me not to quit playing music. It is a motivational and feels me with comfort and hopefulness.
I am sitting in a wooden chair in someone's kitchen. The kitchen has dark blue tile floors and a white countertop table, which I am sitting at. Behind me is a white refrigerator.
When I go to check the fridge for a drink, I notice someone sitting in front of it. He says that he is in the band Aerosmith, he is the musician Steven Tyler and I get really excited.
I hand him my business card and it has some kind of handwriting in red pen, on the back. He is very polite and accepts it, although I think he will not call.
I talk to him for a long time and then he leaves the house to go. I get really happy and I collect a black purse and blue coat and depart too.
There is a high mountain, which is standing tall in the night sky. It is a reddish brown one, with a flat top, signaling to me that I am in a desert. I walk to the top of this place and look around. There is stars glowing softly everywhere and a woman awaits me.
She has red hair and is very beautiful. The hair is long and her eyes are a brown color. She tells me that she is the guide. She waves her hands towards the air and a Ferris wheel type of ride pops down from the sky.
There are little colorful capsules, cycling like this carnival ride. There are riders in each vessel, who are traveling in a round pattern, yet it is not planted into one spot.
As I get on the ride, I realize that the ride is spinning and going across the whole sky. Lights and colors are painted like the aurora borealis, through the darkness. My capsule is very circular and bubbly looking. To return, one must simply will it.
I am outside in a parking lot, which is full with cars. The asphalt is simmering and I am sitting inside of Paul's Kia. The window is rolled down and I am wearing a blue short sleeve shirt. As I am sitting in the car, I am reading a digital thermometer. It says that it is eighty degrees, yet for some reason the sun feels so much hotter than that.
I become anxious, as I start to think about the summer coming up, because the season has not yet changed. I begin to worry about the sun becoming way too hot in the upcoming days.
I see a black cat that is very healthy and its tail is in the air, moving playfully. It is up close to me and looking into my soul. It seems very interested in me.
Yet, as I get closer to the animal, I realize that it is more incredible than it seems. The cat's eyes keep changing colors, very slowly, all of a rainbow. It is very serene and beautiful.
There is a house with very tall walls and a high ceiling. Inside the space, it is varying shades of lighting. In the corners, it is dark. In the middle places, there is brightness.
There is a Native American woman at a kitchen table. The table and wood cabinets of the home are all made of lightened pine wood. She sits in the center with tarot cards, gemstones and seashells. She has long silky black hair. It is straight and reaches to her waist. She is shuffling a prism fortune teller deck, within her coffee colored hands. She has black beautiful eyes.
I sit down at the table, across from her and she begins to lay down the cards. All I see is death and I ask her to please stop. She obliges and calmly pushes a small silver meteor stone and blue sapphire crystal skull, the size of my palm, with a elongated jaw, which protrudes in an unnatural manner, from the bottom.
She puts the cards down and speaks; "The curse is lifted then..." She motions to take, as she causes me to collect the items into my hands and go.
I am carrying around a clear and long plastic bag. I am in mud boots and I have on blue jeans and a white t-shirt. The sun is setting very slowly, towards the right of me, where there are muddy hills and black pine trees. Also, there is a red river, running through the sky.
Inside of the bag, there is a huge coffee colored slug. He is a big size for the type. I hold him gently, as if he belongs to me. I keep calling him Charles. I touch him with my hands and he feels like cold and damp leather.
We walk around the mud together and past a natural pool of water, where there are toads singing their songs. The water is the same deep blue as the night. It is peaceful. It is serene.
When it is time to go, I call for Charles the slug and he slowly slides into the plastic bag, which I am holding preciously, in my hands. It is like he understands me.
I can feel like I have a lot of love for this creature. There is a very strong energetic connection and the slug seems to obey all of my protective and caring commands. He has a beautiful soul.
I am sleeping in the bedroom of a two story house. It appears to be a King size bed with black blankets and white pillows. I have my hair up in a ponytail, snuggled into the comforter.
As I am dreaming, I feel pieces of wet gunk, dropping onto my face. I wake up and feel the slimy plaster. I look close at the white mixture, which is all over the place. It is coming from above me still, as I wake.
I realize that it is the ceiling, which is melting. I can see large holes, growing bigger by the moment, dissolving and falling down slowly.
There is water that is dripping down too. It is because the room above me is a bathroom. I can see the shower and it has a blue transparent curtain around it. The tiles are very white and fresh on the surface of the walls.
There are men that come over with ladders and they climb up and analyze the situation. They seem very perplexed and amazed. They try to fix everything. They have tools in their hands, like paint brushes and trowels.
I don't seem that upset, so I go to bed every night and every day, they come back to work on it, until it's done. I am very calm, peaceful and serene, throughout the process.
I am outside, riding my purple bike on an asphalt road, in the sunlight. There is a college with a patch of grass by the parking lot. As I am riding near, a black car with blacked out windows, pulls up.
The window rolls down and it is Donald Trump, as the president. He is wearing a gray suit and red tie. He has a white collared shirt, popping above his jacket. The expression on his face is that of extreme exhaustion.
He says hello and he is waiting for someone. So, I start telling him stories of the dreams that I had of him, recently. I told him I dreamed he was picking yellow daffodils, which symbolizes purity. I also dream of him in sunlight doing this, which symbolizes greatness and celestial blessings. I can feel a great understanding coming from him. His energy is angelic.
After I told him these things, he gets out of the car and his suit changes to a black color. He asks me more about my life and I told him pieces about my childhood; like being in foster care, feeling abandoned, being in the hospital and happy times too, like ghost hunting and dreaming.
I can feel how he is energized by the spirit of dreams and he gets back in his car, as a man in a blue suit appears.The driver follows him alongside me, as I bike. I am going so fast, I race far ahead of his car until finally, the driver speeds up so fast, the car shoots away at incredible speeds.
I am in many places at once. The time may be unstable because I am shown these different circumstances, as if I am many different parts of myself, existing separately as fragments of memories.
There is a house, which appears to belong to my mother's family, as I can read imprints in the wood and walls and know them. I am in an upstairs room, with only a blue blanketed, iron frame day bed, white dresser and a bronze, glass top, lamp. It is the attic because the ceiling is slanted in.
In the center front of the room is a window that is a circular octagon shape. I find myself drawn to it and I slowly walk into the energy field.
The outside is a gigantic mass of grass. There is sunlight and a small breeze. The breeze picks up a large balloon in the wind. It is an asian style dragon, which is floating up, gently in the air.
I giggle as I realize that I am actually on top of the dragon balloon, riding inside of a basket. However, the body of the beast lay beneath my feet. My hair is black, as I appear to be a child, riding nobly.
I hear a knocking next, outside of my door, which causes me to turn and notice. It is a wooden door, painted the colors of the balloon, yet darker; royal blue, orange, yellow, white and red, all slashed about in diagonal designs.
I do not answer but, I hear myself speaking. I am on the other side, trying to give a message. I listen to shoes on the floor, pacing loudly. The noise is mumbled into soft words, without a translation. I have too much fear and cannot unlock the portal, to let myself in, to clear this up.
I stay in this room, walking about and touching the walls, trying to understand what is happening. I can't think straight so, I go back to the window again.
The sun is set and there is a round and soft full moon staring back at me. I see myself again, climbing a brown ladder to the lunar surface. I am climbing up, very carefully. I am in an adult stage now, with long blonde hair, catching fire in the wind and dancing about the breeze.
As the moon creeps in, upon my face, there is me again, knocking. The words come out loud and strong but, it is another language, which sounds like slow rain, dripping on metal. It is drawn out and sharp, yet serene too.
The energy saturates in the room and then it becomes clear. The woman's speech comes to me, as a soft voice creeps into my ears, which speaks and the truth emerges; "The moon does not lie, where it appears..."
There is a park and it has grass all over the ground. There is a silver metal spinning device, which you stand on, holding a bar and someone spins you, for fun. I set about 100 black puppies on the thing and slowly spin them. The puppies seem very young and do not care much for this activity, as several of them jump off.
I continue to play with the puppies at the park. I feed some of them peanut butter, which I also hook wires up to and make clocks from. It is very fun and all the puppies behave and they are gentle and happy.
I am living in a mobile home. The mobile home is on top of a dirt hole, with a wooden bridge foundation. The sides are a silver colored metal and the paint is a light blue. I am in the mobile home and it is very narrow and small. It is filled up with boxes of random things. There is food in some and non-food in others.
I keep hearing the door banging from the kitchen. There are about three different doors in this place. I go to the door and I hold up against it, pushing furniture into place. There is zombies trying to get inside of the mobile home and they are flailing their arms in the cracks of the doors. There are men and women, trying to get inside to take my life force from me.
Every sunrise and sunset, I repeat this process, in different parts of the home. The zombies never get in but, they always pound and bang on the doors, as they try to enter. It becomes routine and it doesn’t really even concern me after a while of this.
In the beginning of the dream, I am at Stonehenge and there are 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, which 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, which 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 are 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 are 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 feel sad and frustrated but most of the people just disregard me because of the negativity.
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 feel very proud of myself.
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 are 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. It is very frightful and I can feel my blood rushing through my body. I get an adrenaline rush and I just keep going.
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 are 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. It is a very peaceful feeling.
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.