I am at a space camp. Outside, there is a huge expanse of dark skies and faraway glowing stars.
I am in a place where there is a huge circular white stone enclosure all around us. There is many people in a room with me. They are wearing lab coats and black professional clothes and shoes, underneath.
Everyone stops to look up out the glass top of the hallways to see a fireball flash and go out. The data on the screen, of the tv, mounted on a wall, predicts it is 3 miles away.
A person in military type clothes, that are a moon colored camo, tells me that I have to go track it down and recover some of the pieces.
I am in all black and I walk three miles north to an exit out of the facility. I remember having a long talk with the guy at the exit who was wearing very thick glasses, about the fireball. He hands me a cream colored puffy coat suit and I put it on.
As soon as I exit the building, time stops and then the dream stops.
I am at my dentist's office. There is the female dentist with long dark hair in a white coat and the two dental assistants, who are also female, with long and dark hair. They are wearing colorful scrubs in neon patterns.
I am in the patient chair and I have my mouth opened as they are inspecting my teeth. There is a plastic oval in my mouth, that is holding it open.
They are very concerned about my three bottom teeth. All of the gums have gone missing, there is a brown ring, and just bone.The teeth right there are hurting so bad that I can really feel it in my mind.
They are amazed and speaking in muffled voices that is hard for me to make out, they are amongst themselves and I am in my head, shocked by what is happening.
They tell me they cannot believe that my teeth have not fallen out yet, and that we must hurry to try and fix them. I am so afraid to loose my teeth.
I am in an old wooden house, that has cracks and broken boards coming off of the walls. It has a deck that is falling apart and a basement that is filled with dirt.
In the bathroom, I am looking into the toilet, because there is a hole in the porcelain, and a view of the basement.
I can see people in the room, and there is about four of them. They are all in their late 20's. They are dressed like hobos, in winter coats with holes in them, and tattered jeans.
They act as if they are cold and tired. There is only dirt in the basement, so they are sitting on the mounds, and rubbing their hands together.
I get really freaked out and I try to move out of the house because the people are not supposed to be in there. I get really worried about someone hurting me and so I leave.
I am in someone's house and it is carpeted with a dark carpet. The rooms are all on different levels, where you have to use steps.
The room that I am mainly standing in, is a living room. There is a tall wooden bookshelf and many books.
There is a dark wooden living room table in the center of the house, and no walls dividing, so this is the view from the area that I am in.
I have a hot cup of tea on this table in the kitchen. I drink the tea, and my spirit guide advises me to blow tea smoke in all of the corners of the house to banish evil, and so I do this.
I inhale the smoke from the tea and work round the house, blowing smoke and banishing evil.
The owner of the house is there. She is young, with dark hair and she is watching me do this.
The scene starts in outer space. There is a huge fireball shooting by like a meteor. It is black space that I am seeing, of the universe.
When I see back onto the Earth, then I am in someone's trailer house. There is a very large white woman in her middle ages giving a large white dog a bath.
At first, I am trying to go in the bath to help but, then I see all kinds of little bugs coming off of the dog, so I jump out quickly!
When I go to the bedroom, there is a hallway that is filled with mirrors and bar stools up to them. I sit at one of these and I am imagining the fireball in space, when Britney Spears comes into the trailer. The door is right next to the hallway.
She said she needs me to make her a choker necklace and I say o.k. and make her one, out of gray velvet. Then, when I give it to her, I leave in a black car.
It is real hot outside and dry. I am in a passenger seat of a car, and I can see outside the window, to the building we are headed.
Paul is driving and I roll the window down all the way to look at the long dry grass in a field, that has been abandoned. I am so worried about a spark igniting a grassfire.
We park at a building full of offices. The car is black, new, and also is all dark inside. The asphalt is hot and I can see the energy radiating off of it.
I feel the sun on my legs, my arms, and my stomach. I am wearing a black skirt, which falls to the ground, yet has tall slits for my legs. I have a top that is sleeveless, bares the top part of my stomach, and has a colorful mix of lines made of dark purples, oranges, browns, dark blues, black, all swirled together into a linear design.
My hair is straight and long, lightened at the ends. I have a crossbody gold chain purse, made of velvet, over my left shoulder. I am in healthy shape.
We walk into the building, and it is a black door with glass and offices listed on it in. The first room is a hallway that is curved in at a square angle, going in the shape of a peculiar letter "C." The floor is a cream white tile.
We walk into the front desk, which is black and we are told to just go down a straight hallway and collect business cards from the offices. It is a woman with dark hair, wearing a royal blue suit talking to us.
All the offices look the same, with black furniture, computers and pamphlets and other reading materials. There is a radio station, news outlets and other communication sources.
By the time that we are walking back to the car, I have so many business cards, together, they must weigh at least 7 pounds. They are loose, piled up, like trading cards.
I remember I had some from Perez Hilton, news stations, radio stations, and all kinds of different social media outlets and so much more!
As soon as we are pulling out of the parking lot, I see the sun spark some dry grass by the building, with one of its rays. It only smokes a little bit, and then appears to go out, as we drive away.
I am waiting in a dark room, so black, that it is hard to see anything. There is red velvet ropes on the sides of the line that I am waiting in.
There is a female that is standing behind me. I do not know what she is saying because she is speaking so softly. I know that she is shorter than me because I can feel the difference.
All of a sudden, a man in a dark hood comes out of nowhere and stabs me in the left arm, with a box cutter, and I collapse on the ground. The girl behind me grabs me to try and help me and then, I black out.
I am in a huge cement room. The space is as large as a basketball court. It is grey cement on the floor, wall and ceiling.
There is a crappy old white couch with alot of cushions and pillows of the same tone. The couch is against the wall, across from the open door, that is not built to close, its only a square arch in the wall.
I am sitting on the left side of the couch, my arm on the furniture,hair down, when Taylor Swift walks in. She has a black headset microphone on and her hair is short and wavy,a dark ash blonde. She is wearing a light pink tube top and a white, romantic, flowing, mid length skirt.
She walks in the room with purpose, and she sits right next to me. There is other people in the room, walking around. There must not be anywhere else to sit.
She smiles at me and falls asleep on my right shoulder. She is exhausted and when she is sleeping, she looks really passed out. It looks very angelic.
When she wakes up to finish the show, she smiles at me again, and stands up. Then, I ask her to take a selfie, so I can remember her but, none of the pictures come out.
I lay in my bed, in an altered state, while I fall asleep. The moonlight gently but powerful, seeps in through the gray blinds on the window above my bed.
The moon shadows are causing visions in my head. The shadow is white and I reach out with my hand, to wipe away the veil.
There is a very tall being, about seven feet high. It is all white moon shadow energy. The face is long and the eyes are wide. It has no hair or clothes.
It watches me as I sleep, and leans over to touch the covers on the bed. It moves in such a way that a nurse or family member, at a hospital would do, with love.
Than, the veil falls back down again like the finale at a theatre with the lights turning off and the emptyness setting in.
I am in a studio with wood floors and cement walls. There is only one small window on the right side of the room.
I am questioning two girls that are in there with questions like, "Was the dance class moved?" and "Did I get the days mixed up?"
One of the girls, with chocolate skin and dark hair in curls up to her ears, is there. She has on gray leggings and chocolate colored leg warmers and a black leotard.
She is sitting there beside a red haired girl that has a boyish body, and she is wearing a pale pink leotard with lavender leggings and black ballet flats.
They say I can't go to the class because I missed the first day. I ask them when the instructor was going to be there and they didn't answer me. It was frustrating and I was trying to get my money back.
There is a warehouse that has a top floor and a bottom floor. I am not sure what they are selling but, there is boxes and cans everywhere in the facility, all cluttered up.
There is many dark haired and light skinned people in the place. They are all holding silver guns and attacking different people. They are all wearing black.
I look down and realize that I am pregnant. Paul is there as well, but, he keeps following around the people with the silver guns and looking in fear, to do what they say.
I separate from him and I find a woman with dark long hair, my age that is scared and she locked herself into a small closet. I open the door and we try to leave the place.
We can never find the right place, or opportunity, so I give birth to a female newborn that has pale skin. I grab her in my arms and after awhile, we seize an opportunity to escape from the building.We run up some steep cement stairs.
The building is buried in a hole in the dirt, so we have to climb up the hole, up dirt, to get back onto the surface.
Paul becomes a phantom, living in the past and I walk on back to reality.
There is a house that is two stories high. I am indoors. The second story has dramatic brown wooden steps and balcony all around. I am in the center of the house.
I see another person in the house. At the first part of my dream, it seems like a woman, and than at the second part, it seems like a man. This person is adding wood to a short,black metal stove.
The stove is right in the center of the house. The stove is very short, it resembles a pizza stove today, in that it is wide and short and you put things into it with a metal handle, that looks like a pizza plate.
The floors are also wooden, and I remember looking at my feet alot, in insecurity. I am wearing black boots.
I watch the person put the wood in the flames and the fire is glowing red. It is glowing and flickering. It seems supernatural.
The person walks away, after feeding the fire and it catches onto the wood all around, on the first floor and starts a fire that burns all around it.
When it starts a fire, I yell out, "There's a fire." Then, a bunch of people come around the stove and they put out the fire.
The person feeds the fire again, the next day. They slowly reach up with the black metal plate, and put the wood chips inside of the stove.
I ask the person, "Aren't you afraid of the fire?" The person never answers and seems to change into someone else. The person is almost like a robot, in it's routine.
I leave the house because it is causing me anxiety. There is a wooded area all around the house with trees like maples, and pines. I follow a dirt path.
The dirt path is laid out by some sort of vehicle. It is marked, not on purpose but, because there is so much traffic there.
I look into the trees, they are high and tall and everything is glowing, like a perfect fall day. The sunlight is glittering off of the leaves.
I cannot stop obsessing on the fire, so I turn around to go back to the wooden house. I want to make sure the fire doesn't burn again, because the person feeding it, does not seem to be listening to me.
I am inside a very large and spacious industrial kitchen. Everything is in white tones. The table, walls and floors are all the same shades of white.
There is an orange orangutan in a diaper, sitting on the table and playing with oranges in his right hand. In his left hand, he is holding a mixer. His back is turned towards me.
I am in a dark colored library. It is a personal library with high wooden shelves and dark blue paint and furniture. The floor is a thin carpeting of the same color with short stairs going into narrow rooms. The space is cluttered.
There is a large bay view window, where there appears to be a fire, like a fireplace. It's looking also like its up very high in the sky.
There is an old man in a comfy blue chair. He is saying to me that the boots I am wearing look like they are eel skin boots. The boots are light brown and I own them in the waking world. They are not.
I am following my intuition. I am inside a beat up truck, just driving around. The air outside is fresh and clear. I can feel it on my face, while I drive.
I am being led to this house in the countryside. The house has no owner, it's beat down.
It must be fall because, all around us are leaves from tall maple trees. It feels like fall. The sun looks as if it will be going down soon.
I go to the door of the house.It appears to be the size of a studio. The door is white and plain, like any other.
I open the door and inside is a massive tree. The trunk is large, spiraling, and the bark is white. The leaves are still light green,heart shaped, unlike any other trees outside.
I jump on top of the tree, because, I'm feeling a playfulness, like as a little girl would do. As soon as I am walking on the tree,I am beginning to feel dizzy and I remember climbing down and passing out on the ground.
When I black out, I can hear the voice of the tree, which sounds almost demonic. It tells me his name, which I do not remember, and than, it grabs onto me and speaks with me but, it has no intention of harming me.It simply is showing possession over the tree.
When I am strong enough to stand up against the force, I walk outside into my truck. It's night time now and I drive around in wonder.
I am in a public swimming pool that has metal chain link fencing all around it. There is also bases floating in the water to play baseball games.
There is a small crowd watching, and I can actually see that my dad is there and so is my brother Wes. They are sitting outside of a mahogany vehicle with a removable shell top. In reality, they never made time to support me in anything I choose for myself, so its very comforting.
It's my turn to bat. The water is high, up to my chest almost. It has to be around five foot deep.
The white baseball flies towards me and I hit it hard and perfect, it shoots out of the stadium. Everyone is excited.
I run the bases and I am happy. When, I go stand in the lineup, a woman comes over and gives me tickets to golfing for free. It makes me even happier because, I been wanting to go golfing for years.
When the game is over, and I go back towards where my dad is, he acts like I don't even exist.
My brother Wes is crying and drinking a beer, so my father gets out a big silver metal horse, the size of me and gives it to him, explaining that he has had that horse for nine years.
I walk away and go back over to my team, and load up into the back of a truck with my teammates and we drive away.It is bitter sweet.
I am in a house that is very dark inside. My parents are living there. My stepmom and my father are very caring, in my dream.They check on us very lovingly, to see if we are ok.
Abby is there as well, she is my sister. She is in my parents room, which is very dark and hard to see in as well, and cluttered with furniture.
Abby is holding a huge bag with a rock of Meth inside. She tries to give me some and I have a vision of drug enforcement agency coming out of the motel, chasing this line of drug.
I don't take the drugs and then she offers me a huge pink pill, that she crushes up and snorts.
I was freaking out because I said," That's the drug on the news that might be laced with heroin."
The next thing we know, the DEA is in the house. There is a woman with black shoulder length hair, very thin and pale.
They are asking me questions and they have me hooked up to a lie detector test. The woman was asking me things that did not seem relevant, like, if my parents were caring and if they had souls. Then, at one point she exclaimed, "I can't believe they did that to you." I can't remember all the questions, it was a long process.
Abby took all the drugs at once when they showed up. I didn't get in any trouble but, I think she got in a little bit of it.
I am sitting in a red car. The car seems to be from the 90's. I am in the passenger seat.
I lift up my feet, they are in black combat style boots and I place them onto the black dashboard.
I notice that I am in green camo pants, that have cargo pockets everywhere. I look down to a cargo pocket by my foot and notice it is full.
I unzip my pocket and pull out a large black wallet that is overstuffed with cash. There is one dollar bills, a hundred dollar bill, twenties, fifties and tens.
I keep counting the money, but because the money isn't organized, I loose track at about five hundred dollars. I try to fit it back into the wallet, and then jam it in my pants.
I put my hand over next to the stereo, and try to put on a song but, there is bees in front of the radio, so I don't want to touch it.
The terrain is becoming more sandy, desolate and forsaken, the longer that we drive on.
The person driving is a young man in military gear. He is light skinned, with a tan and short army style hair.
We keep driving into the sandy hills.
Here we are in a mansion, my paranormal squad and I. There is red mood lighting everywhere.
The floors are wooden, the walls are tall and high. The rooms are cluttered with books, knick knacks and over sized furniture.
We are trying to be quiet, it's obviously the middle of the night. I don't know why, but there is a bunch of old people in hospital gowns, sleeping in this mansion, and they are ghosts.
I hear ravens sounding off, as everyone in my team falls off to sleep.They are announcing the presence of the man of the place.
A character from a tv show, comes quietly in with powerful footsteps that echo in the walls like they belong there forever.
"So it is you and your family, that can never leave this house," I say. We quietly move to the front of the house to appease the old male ghost that looks on over this house with authority.
We are setting up red and black candles everywhere and I hear voices of his and mine ancestors speaking on the mystical power of his last name.
"Do you understand, your ability for magick and these occult secrets are your divine right?" I asked.
The old mans voice says, "He will know, he will know."
Yet, I am the only one to make it through without a sound and the others are left sleeping too long.
Before I leave, I eat a big juicy piece of meat and I am a vegetarian so, it is quite odd. The front doors open to the morning light, and I leave, alone.
There is a magical place, where there is a cliff on the edge of the mountainside and blue skies and clouds for miles and miles. This place is a facility with many people, dormitories,cafeteria, and relationships.
I am there with people from my past that I used to know.Mostly, they are the people that broke my heart as a young woman.
I make friends with some new people, and we are walking outside on a tower's edge, the edge of the mountain.
There is a dense forest to the side, but it is filled with trees who have plump and ripe fruits, but do not look like any fruits on Earth.
I walk on the edge of the mountain side and my heart is in a lot of pain.
There is a young man who jumps off the cliff to commit suicide and a brown Griffin, rises off the bottom of the ledge and saves him.
The Griffin sees me and signals me with his eyes, to jump on him and he flies very fast, as I hop on and we soar high, into the trees where I grab fruits that look like pomegranates, breaking one apart to taste the sweet nectar.
The people below are screaming and shouting with joy and honour. "He chose you! This is very special, This is very rare, This never happens and it's happening!" and I bond with the Griffin, and my heart is filled with peace, knowing we are one in the pain and healing and it is beautiful.
In my dream, I am looking at the ocean waves glittering, sparkling, in the sunlight. Then, I see amethyst crystals, like confetti, in the midnight. It fills my heart with peace.
It is dark out. It is not pitch black, but, a beautiful gray color mixed with shades of dark blue. I am standing there, at the bottom of a grassy hill, looking up to where the top reaches, which is a road.
I am standing outside of a small wooden house, that is very close to similar ones. There is a small bit of light, coming from the houses.There is people next to me, young, speaking, saying someone is looking for me.
Then we see what they speak about. There is a tall and muscular silhouette, clothed in a black hooded robe with glitter about on it, which catches starlight and sparkles.
We are afraid to speak with him, so we just watch. At first, he is walking the road, though he seems indecisive. Then, he drives in a silver car, but, in the passenger side, looking about, out the window for me.
I guess that the hill skewed his vision and that he can't see down to where we are. We are unable to speak and move, as the mysterious being tries to reach me.
I am in ethereal form and I am standing in front of a young blonde girl. She is approximately 11 years old.
I look into her eyes and they are pale blue. She has the same colored shade painted as a large five pointed star, over each eye.
She is wearing all white clothing and I know that she is an extraordinarily gifted child. Her eyes have a color to them that seems divine, almost extraterrestrial.
I seem to understand that this is a way to ward off evil. She seems to be semi aware that I am there. Then, I am gone in a white void of light.
I enter a home to stay for the weekend. It is cluttered with alot of furniture,toys, pictures and papers and there is several people living here.
The entranceway is a brown door. Inside there is white tile and a light pink carpet. The kitchen is to the right of this room and there is two brown kitchen tables with pizzas on them.
The kitchen has a white fridge and two brown tables.One has the home made pizza on it and is by the fridge, on a pale blue tile floor. The other table is on the carpet by the entrance way, where there is people eating.
The people look like jr high students. There is a girl with honey colored, shoulder length hair and a boy with ash blonde and black square cut glasses.
They leave when I enter the room. I am with Paul and I put down my bag and gray sweater, which I was holding in my hands, in front of me.
There is a note on the table, and it is on a small piece of white, dainty paper. I pick it up to look closer. The ink is purple gel and it reads with babysitting directions. The directions are typical, i.e. when to go to bed, wake up and emergency numbers.
Another small child enters the room. He is about six years old and has blonde hair and silver framed, round style glasses. He is wearing tshirt and sweats, like his siblings. He hugs me and says hello and then goes into the back of the house, where the kids rooms are.
I sit in the living room with Paul, after I have a mild freak out about how there is no vegetables on the pizza and I'm a vegetarian.
The living room is on the other side of the entranceway.The two couches are gray. There is a lavender glass vase filled with long, dried pieces of lavender, cat's tails and wheat sticking out high above the lipped, oval top, on a plain brown coffee table here.
All of a sudden, one of the boys comes running out of the room and screaming and freaking out at us. We call the parents and they say they will come home.
He keeps screaming and crying until the parents come home. The mother has long black hair and the father has blonde hair. The couple is in their 40's.
I remember getting very angry, before walking out the door with Paul.
There is a house that is all white marble inside. The house is very bright and clean. There is a sky blue and gold colored spiral staircase, like from a lighthouse, coming down from the next level.
Kim Kardashian, the most physically beautiful & successful woman in pop culture, right now is there.
Her hair is silky straight, shining and healthy. It is midnight black and she is wearing blue & gold eyeshadow,kohl eyeliner, dark red and black edged lips, just like paintings of egyptian beauties of the ancient magical world.
I looked at her outfit; it looks like an egyptian goddess, with skin tight gold and sheer openings with cutouts and real jewels, all over, going to the floor like rain from Venus, into the Earth, to be reborn again into different incarnations.
I said to myself, "Kim K reminds me so much of Cleopatra."