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I am at my house and it is a mess. I want to go through some of my clothes and get rid of stuff I don't wear anymore. A young girl is there, she is doing the dishes and helping to tidy things up. I overhear her talking about going out with some friends. She thinks she is going to take my car and keep it with her possibly overnight. I tell her that me and (a younger person can't remember who) are going to need the car, we are going to go shopping, and that I would drop her off when we go and pick her up if that would be ok with her. She begins to protest and comes up with all these reasons that it will not work for her. She has one of her friends school books and needs to take them to her, She doesn't want to be stuck there with no way home. Finally I tell her that it is my car and I am going to use it, I can drop her off if she would like, or she can find her own way. She is very angry with me but goes along with it. When we get ready to go she gets into the driver seat, which kind of makes me mad, but I think, oh well she will be getting out soon. The car is full of kids. I am sitting in the backseat with two kids and she is in the driver's seat with two kids beside her in the car. As she is pulling out I see a police car in front of her. She is complaining about the engine racing. She has her foot on the brake, but the engine is racing. I tell her to be careful, she says there is a police car behind her and she keeps looking out the back window, I tell her that there is a police car in front of her too, but it is like she isn't hearing me. I see the lights come on in the police car in front of us and realize she is getting pulled over. I am trying to get my seat belt on because she had just pulled out of the parking lot.
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Me and my Roommate are riding in the backseat of a car. We are heading for work. I look down and notice that not only am I barefoot, but the hair on my toes have grown really long. It is long and soft and blonde. If the hair had been on somebody's head instead of my toes, it would have been kind of pretty. I am really confused to how the hair grew so long so fast without me noticing it. I bring it to my roommates attention and have her feel how soft it is.
when we get to where we are going, it has changed from us going to work, to a high school. I am walk into the entrance of the school and see somebody who I think is Sarah, my daughter's step mother. (Sarah used to live where I live now) I call out her name thinking it is her, but when she gets closer to me I realize it is someone who just resembles her, it isn't her at all. I apologize to the woman and tell her that I thought she was somebody I knew. I remember having a good feeling about seeing Sarah here, somebody I am familar with. I was a little bit sad when I figured out it wasn't her, just somebody who looked like her. She had short gray/white hair and was wearing glasses.
I begin to walk down the halls of the school. A young man comes up to me, he resembles My ex son in law, in some way, not so much in the way he looks, but more his mannerisms. I can tell this young man is attracted to me. He talks to me and starts giving me a long hug. He is built in a stocky, strong way. It was nice to get a hug from him. Another young man comes up to me and shows some interest in me also. He asks me if the first guy would allow me to date, because he wanted to date me. (The first guy had no say over who I could or could not date) I thik the second young man was a little bit intimidated by the size and strength of the first guy, so he was reluctant to get involved with me.
I am heading out of the school, I am walking by the parking lot of the school. A third young man is walking with me and talking with me. This young man is much smaller and younger than the first two guys. As we are walking we run into my youngest daughter Jessica who goes to this school. ( irl she lives many many miles from here, practically across the country from me, she is also an adult and has been out of high school for a long time) I have the feeling that this young man has feelings for me. He seems sad that it is about time for him to go home. As we approach the car that is his ride, I see a woman driving, that I assume is his mother and there is an infant in a car seat in the back seat of the car. This guy crawls under the car ( which makes me afraid his mom will not see him and start driving with him under the car) and opens the door on the front passenger side of the car and gets in. He looks out at me as I am walking away and I turn and look into his eyes for a really long time and I call him by name and I tell him that I will remember him, or that I love him, or something like that. (cant remember his name now) I mouth it to him as I am looking into his eyes, while I am walking away from him.
My daughter Jessica and I are walking away from the school and come across a path and we are following it, it leads to an opening where we sit on the top of a river bank. The bank is made of dirt. As we look across the river we see a magnifient Water fall that is just beautiful. To the left of the water fall is this really beautiful rock formation. The river to the left comes winding around the foot of the hills that are on the other side of the river. To the right the river continues to wind around. As we are sitting there enjoying the view, we see a group of people who are walking out onto this rock formation. It is kind of like a ledge. These people start yelling for help. I can not tell if they are just goofing around, or if they really need help. Their voices are drowned out by the roar of the waterfall next to them. I figure that nobody can probably hear them.
As these people began moving around on this rock formation, it seemed to be pointed on the bottom and would rock from left to right and back when the people shifted their weight around on this rock. I was afraid for them, I was afraid the rock would topple over and they would fall. Finally after some time passed this group of people managed to come down off of the rock. I could tell they were very tired by the whole ordeal, both physically and mentally. I think they were very relieved to get down from there.
Jessica and I started to get up. I was looking at Jessica's hairstyle. It looked really pretty. She had it cut jaw length, and she had bangs that she had curled under slightly in the front. Her hair is a beautiful reddish brown (auburn) color. I notice as Jessica is getting up that her shorts had kind of pulled up and you could see that she was wearing a diaper. (I didn't know why she would be wearing a diaper, thought it was a little bit odd) there wer people from school behind us and I overhear one of them say "Is that a diaper she is wearing" I try to tell Jessica, but she just keeps on walking. I figure she might be better off not knowing, so I don't say anymore about it. I never did really know if she heard me or not. She did pull her pants down over the diaper and kept on walking.
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I started out by going to live with my Aunt Maxine and her husband Tom. She showed me my room, and showed me where the dirty laundry went, and just kind of showed me around. I went to sleep and when I woke up there was wet cement beside my bed, but I didn't know it was there and I stepped in it as I was getting up. In my room there was also a bathroom, and this thing hanging from the ceiling that I thought was a sink and drain, there was something exactly like it in the bathroom, but upon further inspection, I realized this "sink did not have a drain. In reality it was a child's swing that was hanging from the ceiling, but there was a faucet that came out of it. I was wondering how you were supposed to wash your hands in a sink with no drain.
I wanted to let my aunt know that I had stepped in the wet cement, so I was apologizing and telling her that I didn't know that it was there. Another one of my Aunts was in town too, she had come home from Las Vegas to come to a funeral of somebody in the family. She had brought in a new husband or boyfriend. The boyfriiend or husband had 3 or 4 small children. She was introducing us to her new family. My cousin Linda was there, my grandchildren were there. In part of the dream I felt I needed to pay special attention to my cousin Linda because I hadn't seen her for a long time, and I felt like the other person with me was going to feel slighted, so I tried to explain to them that I needed to spend time with Linda because I do not see her very often.
I went to the bathroom and found where somebody had put a bag of chips with just a few chips left in the bottom in the bag and had put water in the bag, the bag was full of water. I didn't know what to do with this bag of water with the chips in the bottom, there was nowhere to pour it out. The sink had no drain and even so, there were also soggy chips in the bag. I had also seen where somebody had torn the bottom of this "sink" that was in reality a child's swing hanging from the ceiling, but nontheless it was torn. I felt really bad and was afraid that one of my grandchildren was the one who tore the bottom of this thing. (This sink with no drain had a faucet, but no drain?????)
I was reluctant to tell my aunt because I had already told her about stepping in the wet cement.
Next things kind of change, I am now in what looks like my house in Indiana. But not only does my aunt live there, but my friend Sandy and her boyfriend or husband and his kids and her kids. I tell my Aunt that I don't think there is enough room for me in this house with all the other people living here and that I will try to find another place to live.( My Aunt said she knew it would be hard but couldn't turn me away, but she knew it would be best if I found another place to live) I am kind of sweating it though, cause I want to live in a space with adults, I don't want to live where there are a lot of children. I fear that I will have to take care of these children, or at the very least it will not be a nice quiet, restful environment.
Sandy's husband or boyfriend comes home from work. He is either a police man, of a fire man (I'm thinking probably a fireman, cause it seems like he brought in equipment that looked like something that somebody would where when putting out fires) He was very good looking, but very short. He had really long dark hair and was built really well. He had a foreign accent.
He came down after getting cleaned up and was going to fix dinner. He was making something and he had to go to the store to get some ingredients and I asked him if there was anything I could do to help and he said that I could get the Margot "pronounced Margo" ready. I said do you mean a mango, cause I think he was going to make salsa with it, but he said no, and I said that he would have to show me cause I had no idea what he was talking about. He made me aware that his refrigerators were very different. they were very small, and very airtight. He had at least two refrigerators. They were also locked and you had to know the code to get inside of them. He had one of his son's to put in the code and then he got out some waffles and some chicken and some berries and put it on a plate for the kids to eat. Inside the refrigerator the food looked very fresh, vibrant and beautiful. There were beautiful raspberries and blackberries. among other things. Waffles, Chicken wings,
As I am talking to my Aunt, there are so many children around. My grandchildren, Sandy's kids and her boyfriend's kids. All these children come in and I hear Sandy tell them that their Grandfather is not going to be happy about what they have done. I look outside from where the kids were playing and I am trying to figure out what they have done that they should not have been doing. I see this big camper outside in the driveway and I wonder if they had been playing in that.
I am laying down on the couch and somebody is laying beside me. I say to her Sandy, how are you doing, then I realize that it is not Sandy, and it is not Sandy's daughter, it is her granddaughter.
I leave this house and I go to my daughter Jessica's house. I ask her if I can stay there for awhile, at least until I find a place of my own. She tells me NO right away. I am a little surprised because I figure she would like having me there to help her take care of her children when she wants to go out at night. She makes some comment about what I thought about what Shana had told me (irl Shana had told me some things she was concerned about with Jessica)
I put a question out concerning a direction I should go in my life. A very specific question. This is what I dreamed.