Lucid Intent? No
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I am starting a new job. I walk into the room where I will be working and greet my boss with "Good Morning". She did not respond with the usual Good Morning Back. Then somebody tells me as I sat down at my desk, that there is no talking until the bells ring. In the room there are what I presume to be judges and attorneys and everything that they are doing and saying is being recorded. Then the bell rings and somebody explains this to me, which I had already kind of figured out on my own. Then the dream change, now instead of an office environment, it is more like some kind of a court. There are 3 Judges, there is an audience, which I am in, my daughter Jessica is there, and her childhood friend is there and her hands are cuffed together in front of her. It was like an arraignment of this girl. Her youngest child was dead. A little boy around 2 years old. She was being accused of murdering him. I was so very upset. This young woman had practically lived at our house when she was a little girl.
Then we are at my house in Ellettsville. Jessica has brought the young woman to our house. She takes her inside, but I am so overcome with sadness and am crying hysterically. I am feeling the pain of the mother. She has lost her baby. So I stay outside for awhile, trying to comose myself before going inside. Sherry (The accused young woman) comes outside. She seems very sad, but yet at the same time seems kind of emotionless too. She tells my daughter Jessica that her breasts are hurting. Jessica tells her that it will hurt less as time goes on. Her breasts ar filling up with milk, because she can no longer breast feeed her baby. I go inside to see if I can help her in some way. She is expressing milk from her breasts onto the counter top to relieve some of the pain and fullness in her breasts. I ask her if she would want to put some ice packs on them, and she says no. I ask if she wants heating pads on them, she says no. Somebody was talking about how extracted breast milk sort of grossed them out, and Sherry ran her finger through the milk on the counter, I made the comment that the thought of human adults tasting breast milk kind of grossed me out and then Sherry ran her tongue through her own breast milk on the counter. ( I wasvery upset I was wanting to suport this young woman and believing that she was innocent, but she had not told me what had happened to her little baby boy) (Interestingly the baby boys name is Pawn)
So next I am outside my house and my friend Debby is with me and we are walking down Chandler Dr. I am telling her how this young woman had spent a lot of time with our family, How she went to church at the Church of God down the street and was a very devoted Christian as a young girl. Then I went on to explain that she had 4 children. Three of the Children two boy and a girl were with her first husband. Then they divorced. She later married again. But during a time when she was separated from her second husband she had a relationship with her first husband but got back with her second husband. During that time she got pregnant. She had her 4th baby, a boy and it belonged to the first husband. She had gotten pregnant in the brief time she was separated from her second husband. In my mind I thought this child represented to her such a huge poor judgement on her part. He (again in my mind) was probably a constant reminder to the second husband of her relationship with her first husband. It (in my mind) would be like a constant thorn in your side. So I did wonder if she might have snapped and killed her own child. Then I would feel guilty for thinking that way, and I wanted to believe that she did not do it. But nobody had told me what had happened.
So then I could see two children in the bathtup together. The little girl who is around 5, and the baby boy who was close to 2. They are bathing together. Sherry had left the room for a minute and when she came back, the little boy had blood on his face and didn't seem to be breathing.
In another part of the dream the little 5 year old girl (Marissa) came up to me and told me that she had wanted to come to Morgan's funeral. She had wanted to sing at Morgan's funeral. (Morgan is a little girl who went to my daycare with this family, who died of cancer at the age of 10)
Next we are at the place where I work now. But it is kind of like part of it is a daycare. Somebody there is having the children plant plants and make a terrarium. Downstairs there is a room set up with big blow up characters (kind of like weeble wobbles) with plants inside of them, there are other things around too, There is als a really nice sand and water table. One of my current co-workers says she thinks it looks really fun. The two boys of the young woman who is being accused of her baby's death are there playing in the sand and water table. My heart is breaking for the whole family. Yet somewhere in my mind I am wondering if Sherry had done this to rid the constant reminder of the relationship she had with her first husband and to hurt the first husband at the same time by the loss of his baby son whom he loves very deeply.
This dream was so very disturbing to me. Made me very sad