7-20-88 -DREAM - My husband decided it wasn't worth living anymore. He was on the 2nd floor and set the house on fire with the blue gas from the stove. The baby was in the room behind him. In the note he left, he said I had been untrue to him, and he was going home to his Father.

That was why he was taking the baby too. I looked around the house and decided there was nothing in the house that was not replaceable. I ran next door to call the fire department. They didn't even care about the fire, my husband, or the baby. The said, "Nobody knew who the baby's Father was anyway!" They were trying to tell me they had been saving my mail for me while I was on vacation and they would make copies of all the "C.D." tapes for me.

I was sobbing hysterically because my husband was killing the baby too.


7-24-88 - DREAM - There was a tent camp of many unruly men on the graveyard. A woman complained that they threw something on her grandfathers grave and they became very angry and wanted to fight, but they had counselors there who calmed them down and we left.

A woman was going all over town picking all the sunflowers. My husband was buying me an orange car.


7-24-88 - DREAM - I was playing the piano for work while I was supposed to be working. I said, "This doesn't feel like work." My husband came in and put his red bible on top of the piano. I stood up to go to work. I took a knife and something else and held them out towards my daughter and said, "Would you please put these away?" She screamed, "No!" at me and threw herself on her bed and kicked her legs in the air.

I became outraged and tried to throw the Bible which had become a knife onto the floor. I was unable to. I then threw the first knife out into the backyard and went over to my daughter and took her by the head in both hands and squeezed and said while staring into her eyes, "When I ask you to do something and say, Please! Don't ever say "No!" just quickly do it without making a sound and then go back to what you wanted to do for yourself. I tried to throw the bible/knife on the floor because of my anger. I then went out into the yard and retrieved the first knife. Then I met my Father and he came back into the house with me. He asked my Mother, "Why does 'so n so" have to go to Melton's all the time and go bear hunting?" (can't remember so n so's name) He has a home church. What are home churches for?

I thought to myself, "We just learned that in church last week. A home church is where you go for fellowship to strengthen yourself so that when you go out into the world you can strengthen others.


8-5-88 - DREAM - I was busy taking care of my children on 16th St. and the back doorbell rang. It was a black couple looking for a pickup truck or a motorcycle to rent. I tried to help them but nobody know who had the items they wanted. When they left, I had a good sized baby in my right arm and two little ones in my left arm. The one on the left needed its diaper changed and was trying to get away from me. I said that the child on the left belonged to my Father and all he was interested in right then was the island of Sumatra which is in the Aegean Sea of the coast of Greece.


8-6-88 - MEDITATION - I asked for guidance about my health problems on the spiritual level. I saw that a lot of my problems are caused by my father. I saw that black computer floppy disks were handed to me (Heredity? Predestination?)

When I went to bed, I saw that I was surrounded by a group of women


9-17-88 - DREAM - I was watching TV and was controlling the channels myself. My neighbor didn't like me to be the controller. I went out and met my Father on the sidewalk. He told me to go back and keep track of every nickel I spend and write it down.

NOTE: I followed that advice. It was wise advice.


10-11-88 - I meditated on calling spirits. I called God, The Father, Son, and Holy Spirit and asked their opinion on calling spirits named Marcus, Crutus, and Babaji.

A man dressed all in white came and sat on my lap. He had a plate of food with three different types of food on it. Then I started to see little children at play.

NOTE: I take that to mean that each spirit is different and provides different types of spiritual nourishment. Also, that we should be like little children when we come to them.


2-25-89 - I dreamed that my spiritual teacher showed me a notebook he wrote in regularly. His notes showed that he had a vision that the second coming of Jesus Christ would be soon. He had received the visions from an Ascended Master. At the bottom of the page signed seven times in various colors of pencil was the name "FATHER".

I woke up and instantly heard a telephone ring in my left ear. I mentally said, "I am ready for a message." I began to see a small graveyard. It was oval-shaped. A white arm and hand appeared and began digging a deep hole in the soil and bringing out objects which I eventually recognized to be the baby Jesus laying in a 'cradle' and surrounded by baby animals. I then saw another oval ring next to it and inside that ring, a full sized lamb and lion were laying down inside it...side by side.


10-8-89 In Meditation, I called the Master named Marcus. He came and his voice said, "Call my Father". So, I then called Babaji. I then saw a white horse coming with a white robed man on it, followed by 12 riders on horseback behind him. I heard the words, "Holy Christ".

I then went back into Meditation and called "Holy Christ". I saw a door open up and saw 4 books open on a shelf. I asked him what he wanted me to do. He answered, "Love mankind".


9-17-89 DREAM: I was at my 16th St house. My whole family was there, the generation before me, and the generation after me. My Father had an elephant and we were all afraid of it.

He always brought it out to perform for whomever came to the house and this was going to be one of those days. My kids and I were outside together and I showed them I could easily scale the nearest mountain. But when we were back at home, my Father brought out the elephant and we were all afraid. My Father had promised to get rid of the elephant but in this case, he had also promised he would give one last performance in honor of someone special in town. The kids and I all ran upstairs to the attic to hid behind some old furniture.

But I knew that my Father would bring the elephant upstairs and his trunk could reach behind the furniture and get us anyway, so I decided to run away from home.

I sneaked downstairs, expecting to see the elephant but I didn't. Everyone was dancing and having a good time. Each second that went by, I expected the elephant to appear but it didn't. I was sneaking out the front door when my Father yelled at me to stop, but I wouldn't. I was down the front stairs and up the sidewalk in a flash, expecting every moment I'd see the elephant and it would see me.

Suddenly, my daughter came up to me. She was about 10 years old. She was determined she wasn't going to be left behind. She was wearing a bright red dress, white socks and patent leather black shoes. suddenly, I spotted the elephant. To accommodate my fears, my Father had put the elephant in a rubber suit and it was laying down all tied up. Even it's head and ears were covered. I was surprised, but even seeing that wasn't going to stop me.

I was going to go to my girlfriend's house in the next block where sensible people lived.

My daughter was yelling at me to wait for her, but I wouldn't slow down. I grabbed her by the hand and dragged her with me. Then her left shoe came off and she started to cry. I wouldn't let that stop me either. I ran across Clark St. and dragged her with me. Then she fell head long on the sidewalk. I wasn't going to let that stop me either. I picked her up and attempted to carry her. She was crying and she was dead weight. I couldn't carry her. She was too heavy, so I grabbed her by the dress and dragged her with me. I said I was going to get there no matter what. Nothing was going to stop me.

Then my daughter started to shriek. She shrieked so loud I thought it would pierce my eardrums. It was so loud I woke up and as I woke up the thought went through my mind that there was an old wive's tale that if you shrieked in a dream, you would die in your sleep.

I woke up from the dream feeling perfectly calm, but wondering who was going to die. Her or me? That's the way I wanted to die.


11-15-89 - DREAM - I was walking along 17th and Clark streets with a man. I escorted him across the street talking about love and he seemed negative. I left him on the corner and went back to clear the way from the tracks so others would have easier going. I went back across the street and was now walking with a black man. Other black men were very angry and I was afraid, so I went up the stairs of a house and called 911 on the house phone on the porch. within seconds I heard sirens, police, ambulance, and firemen then came marching along, along with the navy, army, airforce, and marines. I really felt protected.

I met my father and asked him if I could have the key to our house. He acted like I didn't  belong there anymore and he said, "No!" I could feel my blood sugar dropping so I asked him if he would go with me and give me something to eat. He hesitated and then said, "No!" He then offered to buy me a cup of coffee at a restaurant. I knew that would make it worse in the long run, but I was getting desperate and woke up.

NOTE: I had to get up immediately and get a glass of milk to stave off my hypoglycemia.


12-4-89 Dream: I was in a class on the third floor. An energy was sent out in the form of an arrow. The arrow got stolen by the enemy. This was sexually oriented. I had to hide my feelings because my father was expected any moment. I decided to join in the hunt for the arrow. My cousin Paul was one of the searchers and I fell in love with him. We were dancing together and kissing. It felt so sweet to feel the love between us. But the music changed to rock and roll and Paul couldn't rock and roll and he fell down.

Then the energy came to the house and I decided I as going to be brave and try to get the arrow back that contained the sexual energy. I walked with the man to where the lockers were. He said that it was hidden in locker 15. He opened the locker with the key. He reached into the locker and laughed as he took out a steel case with another lock on it. He threw away the key to locker 15 into the grass. When he wasn't looking I picked up the key and hid it in the pocket of my blue robe I was wearing. We walked along together and we were noticing that we were attracted to each other. We stopped walking and stood looking into each other's eyes. I said that it seemed that we were very compatible and it was a shame that we couldn't be together because we were on opposite sides of the fence. (That meant that he was negative/magnetic and I was positive/electric)


12-19-89 - DREAM - I came home from work to find my husband talking to a priest dressed in blue. The priest was relating a dream to my husband that showed that when he went past a church with concave windows, each window had an outline of a woman's face with a light that shown where each cheekbone was and a light where the corners of her mouth would be and a hint of a line where the mouth was smiling and as he saw each window like that, we would hear a single bell ring.

I overheard him tell the dream, but he didn't know that I had. I walked in and told the two men about a dream that my Father had. It was identical to the priest's dream and then I added that the dream meant that the woman in the window meant that he belonged to Christ.

The priest was so pleased that he beamed me a smile that made me fall instantly in love with him.

I needed to change clothes and as I went upstairs, I asked my son to straighten up the livingroom which had gotten messed up from playing in it. My son grumbled but the priest reminded him that it was his duty as a son to be helpful and the priest set about to help also.

I thought to myself, "Oh my God! what a catch for a husband he would make. He would be perfect." And I fell more in love with him.

I went upstairs to change into a two piece dress that was both demure and sexy at the same time.

There was a woman upstairs who was composite...my daughter, my sister, my friend Sandy, and my reflection in the mirror it seemed. She had wild two toned hair, black and white and when I brushed my hair, she was my reflection in the mirror and her hair became like a ship at sea on top. I decided I would dye my hair to a pale brown because it wasn't fitting for a priest to be with a woman with wild looking hair.

Then I went downstairs to cook supper, deciding to make spaghetti, corn on the cob, and sliced tomatoes with sugar. My husband assured me that the corn in our own garden was perfect for harvest right at that moment.

I went out into the backyard and the priest was laying face down on our hammock resting. He was naked from the waist up and had on a long blue skirt. He had a birthmark on his right side so I knew he wasn't perfect and I fell more in love with him.

I watched the men play badminton and cook together and play with the kids and I fell more in love with the priest.

I stood on the sidelines, watching the priest at play and fell more in love. I said to my sister/daughter/friend with a secret smile on my face, "things are going exactly as they should." She agreed and smiled too.


1-17-90 - DREAM - I went out dancing with N.M. We had a wonderful time and danced beautifully together. When we came home, we were at the New Berlin house. N.M. slept in the bedroom by himself. I slept in the 2nd bedroom with my mother and father. we were all in separate beds. My mother had a bright red blanket, my father had a bright blue blanket and I had a bright green blanket. My father's bed was across the head of mine like a T. My mother's bed was like extended out to the left of where my feet were like _| .

When I woke up in the dream, I was laying naked on the white sheet, curled up on my right side. There was a window at my feet and woman in the house next door on the next level up put out her hand in a stop signal to not expose myself. I pulled up a large piece of white cardboard to cover myself, then pulled up the green blanket which had fallen to the floor to cover myself. I knew too that I could not get up off the bed unless I had the green blanket around me because I couldn't expose myself in front of my father.

I realized that it was past 7:15 a.m. and N.M. had already gotten up and gone to work. I got up with the green blanket around me and went over to my mother who had an empty bottle laying on her chin. She handed it to me and said that it was empty and needed to be refilled. I looked at it and it appeared to be full, yet it really was empty. The fluid was sealed between layers of glass and only appeared to be full.

I felt very dizzy like I had a hangover and determined that I needed to get something to eat and woke up.


3-21-90 - DREAM - I was living and working on the 55th floor and I was in charge of the elevator to make sure that other people got to the floors they belonged on. I pressed a button to make the light green. The people came to my floor, then walked down to the one they belonged on.

My daughter asked me if I was going to help my husband remodel the basement of his house. I had already moved out of that house and both of my husbands were in jail. I told my daughter that her Father hadn't been speaking to me, so there was no way I could assist him.


11-1-90 - DREAM - I went to a high school class reunion. I almost cried a couple of times because it was so good to see everyone again. One person in particular I wanted to say "Hello" to and that was N.M. In order to not seem conspicuous, I went up to my Father who was sitting with the men and gave him a greeting kiss. My mother was also there and so was D.L., my old boss. (I have no memory of the conversation there.)


1-22-90 - DREAM - I was driving down Clarke St. to the grocery store on 15th St. when I spotted a house with 4 fish tanks set up for sale so I stopped to see what the price was. I walked up to the house. The man stood on a side porch on the 2nd floor. He told me that in order to see the fish tanks I would have to go up to his Father's house on the other side of the railroad tracks near 16th St. and return through the alley. He said the round trip was about 3 1/2 miles. He said that he did that to weed out the lookers from the sincere buyers.

I really wanted to buy a fish tank set up so I went back to my car to make the trip up to his Father's house and back. I saw many other people with more money than I had ...come, look, and leave again.

I got out to my car and my daughter was sitting in my car. She aid that she knew people of influence that could get me into that house, but I knew that if I really wanted to get a fish tank set up I would have to do as the man said and go up his Father's house and back the long way, the 3 1/2 mile round trip and pay the price.


2-6-90 - DREAM - I went to inspect a house with my Father. He had already cleaned everything out of the basement. It still had a few cobwebs to clean out and only one lightbulb was burning. I needed to put two more light bulbs into the empty sockets and the room would be as bright as upstairs. He handed me a huge bag of sugar to store for use. I put it in the baking cabinet, not for use on cereal.


2-12-90 Dream: My Father had been ill and had been in the hospital and lost his job. I wanted to teach and had applied for a job in Albuquerque, NM. Then my Father came home and said that he had gotten a job and it was in a factory in Albuquerque, NM. Then I found out that my teaching job in Albuquerque, NM had been approved too, so the whole family was going.

I wanted to call my husband and tell him, but he was away in the Olympic Forest in Washington State and we couldn't get in touch with him, so all I could do was leave a message with his mother to pass on to him.

NOTE: I was not in a position to follow up on these clues so did not move to Albuquerque, NM, however, my husband ended up there by himself through other circumstances.


2-25-90 Dream: My mother told me that my brother's girlfriend had left him on December 28th and that he was devastated by it. I then showed my mother my dream book, that on December 4th I had a dream that my brother's girlfriend had left him and that he was devastated by it. My Father came into the room and I showed him also.

I told my mother that I have about 12 dreams a night and they are little vignettes and that I wake up, write them down and go back to sleep. She complained that the dreams don't have conclusions and they don't tell whether the situation has a happy or sad ending. I said that occasionally they do, but mainly they just say the way things are at the moment.


12-6-90 Dream: I lived in an apartment building. The Landlord didn't want to allow a second phone line installed so that the Father and the Son could each have their own lines when their rooms were only three feet apart, separated only by a door. I was going to try to convince her to do so.


12-10-90 Dream: I went to church in New Berlin, WI. I had a book of music the choir was to sing for confirmation. The first three or four pages was written out ready to sing. The only words were "MY GOD". The notes were in minor chord C,E,G,B flat. I was going to sing harmony and I asked the pastor's wife to sing soprano. The word, "MY" was C, E, G and the soprano came in on "GOD", C,E,G,B flat and GOD was held for four pages. Following that was words of prayer and hand written song, but nothing was put together yet. The choir came into the church. There was no organ, so I went into my closet and got out my guitar to get the notes because no pitch pipe was available. We all went into the back room, waiting for the Pastor's signal to begin, but he had the congregation sing other songs first, including secular Holidays, the last one being Halloween and people were dancing in the aisles in costume. We stood and waited to sing "MY GOD", but he never got to us.

Finally, we left and went out the front of the church where preparations had been made for what seemed like an invasion from space. The people had covered the sidewalks with mattresses full of socks and anything else soft to walk on that they could find. They wanted it to look like their area had already been destroyed.


1-8-91 - Vision: TM saw negative photos of the Father, Son, and Holy spirit. I went into meditation to ask about it.

Q. Why did TM see the faces of God the Father, The Son, and the Holy Spirit in negative?

A. Voice: "Tell him to think about how far he has come since the primordial scream."

Q. Why were the photos in negative?

A. Voice said, "They were representative since no one can look into the face of God."


10-24-91 - VISION - I saw a female lion trying to jump over a fence. It only got half way. The voice said, "The Jewish are getting nowhere. The Lion of Judah can only get half way over the fence.

REF: Gen: 8 - 10 - Judah, your brothers will praise you, your hand will be on the neck of your enemies; your father's sons will bow down to you. 9: You are a lion's cub, 1O Judah; you return from the prey, my son. Like a lion he crouches and lies down, like a lioness - who dares to rouse him? 10: The scepter will not depart from Judah, nor the ruler's staff from between his feet, until he come to whom it belongs, and the obedience of the nations is his.


1-3-92 - DREAM - I was headed home down a country road when I saw two men on the left. One was strangling the other. I knew that was "the strangler" and I had to get away. There was a road on the right and I headed that way as fast as I could go. The road ended up going under a bridge on a building. There was only one narrow exit and it was blocked by a monk dressed in orange. He allowed me to come into the temple courtyard where I saw many other monks dressed in orange. They were dismantling the temple piece by piece to store it for future usage.

I finally rushed home and someone was cooking oatmeal for breakfast. I knew how to cook it well, but the person cooking was thickening it with flour. When it was done, they threw torn up dollar bills into it. I was mad that they had done this and I pulled all the dollar bills out and threw them on the floor. I told them that they had better save the pieces.

When all the pieces were picked up, I also went through my father's wallet and pulled out all the bill receipts he had stored there. A man came up to me with one of them and it was for a singer at a wedding. I remembered the wedding. The singer had sounded like Andy Williams. The man asked me to look at the bill to see if it had been paid and it appeared to me that it had been even down to an extra 10% they charged to make the music faster so no one would get bored waiting around.

My father decided that he'd go down to the studio on 76th St. to make sure the bill had been paid because he wanted to use the same singer for another wedding coming up.

There was some other stuff about deciding whether to spend time laying in the sun and whether it might be dangerous and wanting to visit somebody named Ann who lived on 20th St. When I woke up, I heard the noise of a distant temple horn in my left ear.


2-23-92 - DREAM - I was at home, yet at work. There was a cement stairway with very narrow treads, that was overlayed with thin tiles for walking on. The thin tiles were so compressed together that walking on was almost impossible for anyone except me. So, I decided to mak it a project to straighten out the thin tiles so they were even and more accessible especially Becky who needed to go upstairs.

When I went downstairs, I went to have breakfast and I saw that the milk was bright blue and I didn't think it was fresh to drink. I dumped it down the sink, but no matter how many times I rinsed the bottle with water, the contents were bright blue. I wanted to get fresh white milk for my children, but I had no money to do so. I asked their father to get some fresh milk, but he became so angry that I didn't want to do it myself. I convinced him of the truth of the matter. He left to get the milk and I turned around to see that I had one last batch of dishes to wash and these were the dirtiest, greasiest ones. I was determined that they would all be perfect.

I then went to the bedrooms to make sure that the bedrooms were clean and the beds made with their red and blue quilts.

I saw that many puzzle pieces were on the floor and I hollered at the children that they had better get picked up and put in the proper boxes.

I bought my daughter a toy that had a little red dressed dolls that went around and around on swings. She wanted to take it outside to play. I said, "No!" My mother stuck up for her that she would take good care of it. I knew that it would get dirty, it was meant to be played with indoors. I said, "I would rather give her $10.00 to run around with it and keep the dolls for myself so I know they stay clean, knowing that they were more valuable than that. My mother said, "okay" and we made the exchange and I took the toy back.

I then went to the office area where work was being done on projects. Someone else had cleaned up some big red pans to work in, but they still had some grease and sand on, so I took it upon myself to wash them to perfection, using hot water on the grease and cold water on the sand so as not to waste the hot water where it wasn't needed. My boss said that there was still some grease on the old silver pans, but I told him not to worry about the old ones.

My boss came and asked me if I would be able to midnight requisition some long sleeved sweaters and stools to sit on so we could work on a project and I would also need to get 12 silver, square pans. I would need 4 pink, 4 light beige, 4 silver and black sweaters and stools. The one thing I had to be careful of was that no ones name could be on the stools so if someone came looking for them, they could not be identified. I agreed. Another man, who I think was my bosses boss or one of his peers asked him if I had agreed to provide this equipment and he said that I had. They were both relieved to know that.

I then went into another department to look things over. I had friends everywhere, but the problem was that I was being watched. My ploy was that I carried a crumpled piece of white paper with me to throw in a waste basket so it wouldn't look I was there for no purpose and just wasting time talking to my friends instead of working. but when I got to the point where I needed to throw away the piece of white paper to save my cover, T.M. picked up the trash container to throw away the trash. I tried to signal him what I needed to do, but the was already holding the trash container and I knew I would have to tell him of my ploy so we wouldn't be working at cross purposes or he would spoil the ploy and prevent me from completing my part of the project.


3-10-92 - DREAM - I was at a big building. I was on the first floor and wanted to go to the basement, but a bunch of rowdy girls were riding the elevators and I had to watch to see what they were doing. They got off the elevator and ran up a steep stairway to the top and let a basketball come bouncing down the steps. The ball ricocheted off of several walls and crashed into a window display breaking many picture frames. I counted carefully and 20 picture glasses were broken and I thought 1 green vase was cracked but I wasn't sure about that one. I gave a written report to my cousin Shirley because she was responsible for payment. I told her it would cost at least $2.50 per picture.She disagreed and said that she only counted 10. I told her that it would be thoroughly investigated.

I then went home and was cleaning and packing clothes and put them into a big black truck.

I had to investigate a young couple who was fighting in one of my apartments. I went into the darkened apartment and the woman came out of a back room and asked if I could give her a couple more days to work things out and I said, "okay!" I went back out then and drove the big black truck into West Allis from New Berlin and delivered the clean clothing to my family. There were blue things and blue and red things along with some other colors I didn't note.

When I was done, I told my family I was going back home and asked if anyone wanted to ride with me. They all got excited and wanted to go until they saw that I was driving the big black truck. They wanted to go with their father in the little green car. No amount of coaxing would make them go with me. My daughter sat on the hood of the little green car which was mounded with piles of mashed potatoes. She looked at me and said, "I really thought you were going to slap me in the face." I said, "I can accommodate you," and slapped her. The decisions were all made then and I had to drive the empty black truck out to New Berlin all by myself.

The thought came to me then, "I'm afraid to drive the little red car all alone, but here I am driving the big black truck and I feel no fear at all."


3-18-92 - DREAM - I was in my 16th St. house. There was a property up for sale. My father baked a cake representing the sale of the property. It was a grave-shaped cake, frosted in white with a pink grave marker and a pink stick figure on top of the grave. There was some printing below the marker, but I didn't read it.

There was a court matter involved because there were over 200 relatives involved, including children. My mother said that there were 49 Andersons alone. I said, "There's only 1 Finney...me!" All these people had to sign off on the property.

I went to give my father a kiss and he turned his cheek to me.

There were some other people and things involving junk food (unremembered)

I had driven past the property. The main house was white and built near the top of a high hill. Below that, other people pulled in and parked double-wide trailers to live in. As I drove by, they were just pulling in a blue one, alongside the road.


4-9-92 - DREAM - I was at home and lacerated my left foot. It didn't seem very bad so I didn't do anything about it. However, as the day went by, the cut seemed deeper and deeper and wider and wider. If dirt got into it I cleaned it out, but figured it would heal on its own. I put on white shoes to hold it together because my foot was nearly severed in half, if I didn't keep the shoes on.

The next day, my Father was taking care of a baby and her left thumb got a tiny pin prick. He handed me the baby and commanded me to take her to the hospital for treatment immediately. I took the baby and needed to change it into clean clothes from brown pants to white ones. When I tried to change the diaper, the baby got a grip on those pins so hard, I couldn't wrestle them away from her.

I thought about her small injury in comparison to mine and knew that if she needed treatment, I certainly did. the only problem was, my severe laceration was healed over already the way it was cut and the only way it could be sewed back together would be to cut the wounds open and then sew the foot shut so it could heal. The other alternative was to keep my white shoes on.

NOTE: This was about emotional and psychological problems I had had over the years which I was dealing with at the time regarding my failed marriage and divorce process, and emotional trauma I had gone through.


10-29-92 - DREAM - I was chanting the 'Our Father' on a single note with a little trill at the end of the sentences.

A man with sparkly silver skin came and told me that there would be a Savior of the World coming.


9-3-93 - DREAM - There was a family funeral going to happen. I couldn't go because I had to work. Suddenly I didn't have to work so I decided to go to the funeral anyway. I crossed the parking to and all the families were getting out of their cars. There were 15 grandsons and each one carried a keyboard or guitar and they would all play together to provide the musical service.

I walked slowly so as to be the last one to go into the church.

A black man tried to prevent me from entering the church. His intent was to rob me. I began to scream my brother's name, Marty, Marty, Marty, but he didn't respond. I managed to get past the black man, but when I got to my brother, he apologized. He said he heard me call his name, but he didn't realize I meant him.

I saw my mother then, dressed in black, sitting alone on a bench, under a tree. My intent was to go to her and tell her, "Without you, I wouldn't be here." She would say, "But your Father created you." I would say, "Even so, as important as he is, without you I wouldn't be here."

As I walked towards her, a young man walked up to me and asked if he could walk with me. His intent was to comfort me so I could in turn comfort him. Though, I wanted to comfort my mother, I agreed he could walk with me.

Then I had to go listen to a young woman practice the piano because everyone was at the funeral, so I took the place of whoever else couldn't listen to her. We walked slowly towards her building.

Everything seemed so quiet and so sad at that point.


9-18-93 - DREAM - I was in my New Berlin house I wanted to go outside and go somewhere, but when I opened the front door to go out it was all snowy and icy and I was afraid to go. I closed the door again and went back through the house, that now all the walls and furniture were studded with big snow clumps just like the outside had been. I knew my Father had done that. I went to a back room where my Mother and Father were. My Father was angry but I couldn't tell about what. His face showed anger and he took the belt out of his pants and draped it loosely around his neck. I knew that one of us was going to be whipped before long. He told us (me and my siblings) to go upstairs with him. I made sure I was the furthest away from him. Sure enough, half way up the stairs, he started beating my brother.

I decided that enough was enough. I grabbed a pool cue and went up the stairs to hit my Father with it to make him stop beating my brother. As I brought the pool cue down on his arm, he turned to fight me and we rather dueled a little as he defended himself. My pool cue was heavy and hard to swing, but I managed to bring it down on his arm so he couldn't raise it and I then disarmed him by pulling his weapon out of his hand. He then came meekly back down the stairs.

I then heard someone say, "And then there was a family...two of the girls became deaf mutes, a mother, a father and two sons. "


10-29-93 -DREAM - The house I was moving into was being painted. The first rooms were all white. Then I went into another room and it was exceptionally beautiful. The ceiling and walls were slate blue with white woodwork.

I went to see my fish tank and there was no water in it. I was very upset and ran to get water. I quickly poured the water in and the fish were all okay.

I went home and my Father was having breakfast. He was having cooked frozen broccoli on toast.


12-20-93 - DREAM - I was at home. I was wearing a red and white cotton print dress, white socks, and white shoes. My father/husband began to complain about the way I was dressed, that it was old fashioned and nobody dressed like that anymore. Then I looked at my mother. She was dressed just like me, except her dress was silk and brighter red and black print. My mother, hearing my father/husband's complaints about my dress, put her arms around me to comfort me.

Music began to play. It was a beautiful slow song about a woman named Alice. It was a sad love song. My mother and I began to move to the music. We were exactly toe to toe. She was leading and I followed...our feet moving exactly identical. My daughter took our picture together and all our friends were watching. The song ended and my mother and I went to sit down together. She picked up a book of mine. She looked at it a bit and asked me who the Great Maitreya was. I said that he was the #1 man in existence, next to God. My mother told me that my father wanted to copy the book for himself. I looked at the book closer. It was a dictionary of Esoteric people and esoteric terms.


2-5-94 - DREAM - I was working in an office when I came across some sheet music laying loose and some other papers. I made up manila folders for them then went into an inner office to see T.M. and asked him if he wanted the music and the Angelic sigils filed by category or by individual names and where he wanted them.

I then went outside and I saw some little baby white ducks and then some larger maroon colored geese walking in and out of traffic. One the opposite sidewalk becky's sister Judy was tending to some little children. A water trough was placed in the median strip for the ducks and geese so they'd leave the cars alone because some of the drivers were quite distressed.

I watched for a few moments and heard someone say that it wasn't good for ducks to be in the water all the time.

Judy looked over and saw me and asked me if I could help her with the children. I agreed and started to cross the street. There were some dolls and toys in the middle of the street, so I stopped to pick them up to take them with me. At that moment, Judy lost total control of the children and swore at me to "F__k" the dolls and toys and get over there. Meanwhile she ran down the street after an older boy.

I took the dolls and toys to the children and they sat quietly playing. It was getting darker outside so I found some lights in the building nearby and turned them on. Then the Father's came out from a meeting. They were all wounded Vets wearing deep blue velvet bathrobes decorated with silver patches. One said it was their first meeting and thanked me for taking care of the children. Judy was gone and never returned.


3-13-94 - DREAM - I was at a funeral parlor. My grandfather Wilke was in the casket. I seemed to be the important figure in the scene as people were waiting for me.

I saw my mother standing over by the wall next to the door with Aunt Cora and my sister Bernice.

I waved at them to acknowledge their presence and send a message that I would come to talk to them shortly, then turned to walk to an alcove where my Aunt Mayron and my daughter Jeanne were standing with a couple other women. I knew that my mother couldn't see that Aunt Mayron was there because of the alcove. I went over to hug Aunt Mayron, and woke up at this point.

NOTE: From this dream, I determined that my Aunt Mayron would be my daughter Jeannes new child, and that Bernice's next granddaughter would be Aunt Cora. (That made me feel very happy)


3-22-94 - DREAM - I was at my Father's lake cottage and went outside at dawn. I sat down on the grass and leaned against the house to meditate just as the sun was coming up over the horizon.

In my left ear, I heard T.M.'s voice and it sounded like he was crying. He said, "The world is so wonderful. Oh God! It'll never be the same again.!"


9-24-94 - DREAM - I was in the backyard of my 16th St. house. There was a lot of water from melting snow around the yard, so I had to find the easiest way through it to get to the front door. I went around to the front and saw that my Father's car was parked out in front and it wasn't locked. I went up the front stairs and saw that the front door was unlocked and that there was a copy of Reader's Digest on a little table by the door. I picked up the magazine and took it inside with me. My Mother was there. I said, "Did you know that Father's car is parked outside and it is not locked? She handed me something metal that was silver and said, "Go ahead and drive it, because if you don't, the black people will." She said, "The key hole is 14" deep and all they have is one 7" and you know that Sears only makes house keys."


10-9-94 - DREAM - I was in an old building somewhere and there were two huge wooden doors on a slanted wall between two rooms. They were very plain with wood veneer on them which was cracked and peeling. Some conversation went on (can't remember). Then I went over to the door and peeled off the veneer. Beneath the veneer was two gorgeous hand carved oak doors. I said, "My Father gave me these doors." I turned around and they were up on a shelf in storage. This surprised me and I reached up to get them down from the shelf. I pulled down two paintings which were of a family. One picture was just of a family, Mother, Father and three kids. The other picture was of the family being swept into the water in a boating accident.

I explained the pictures this way. "These doors came from an antique store in Michigan from a house that was torn down after this whole family was killed in a freak racing water accident at a mill stream."

NOTE: I felt that these two doors were to be purchased in Michigan and were intended to be put into our new community center in Washington State.


5-20-96 - MEDITATION - I went to find Sandy in the Poconos. I saw a woman in a really colorful dress. I saw that I should go on AOL, so broke meditation to do that. I thought maybe there was a letter waiting for me but their wasn't. I signed back off and went back into meditation to find Sandy again. This time I felt a spirit right next to me, hugging me around the neck, and it felt much happiness, joy, and love. Then I saw a woman dressed in brown coveralls. She was so happy and was waving a cellular phone in the air with her right arm.

I went to find D.L. in Dallas, TX. I heard someone say,"Please don't hate me, Please don't hate me." I kept going and got a sense of strong study in science and music. It was a sense of deep study...very intense. Then I got a sudden surge of looking for her father and I was told that if that looking for the father continued, it would create a complete change of transcripts.

I asked about Sierra Madre in June and was told that there would be about 10% destruction.

NOTE;  When this quake happened on June 30th, it was a 3.0.


9-20-96 - DREAM - I went out to my Father's cottage. We were looking toward the lake. I made a comment about the possibility of seeing UFO's. He said he had seen a huge wing shaped UFO. I asked him if he had managed to take a photo of it. He said that photos couldn't pick up the image of a UFO for some reason. I was disappointed to find that out. I went out on the porch. As I was going down the stairs which faced east I heard a shishing noise and from behind me came a huge bird wing shaped UFO that was so huge it stretched from as far left as I could see to as far right as I could see. And as it went it shape shifted into what looked like a huge U.S. transport plane with double tail fins on the back.


1-20-97 - MEDITATION ON INDIAN DREAM - I saw a young indian woman with long black hair, wearing a red and white print dress. She smiled and bowed to me.

I saw a web page scroll down to where it said, "Cruise Ship Barney".

I heard a woman's voice say, "Hank! She's on her way."

I was now the petite Indian woman and was embraced in the arms of a tall Indian man, who was my grandfather. He was wearing a darker blue denim or corduroy shirt. He said, while looking up towards the sky, "It's high time I had you near me."


8-14-97 - Dream. I was at the computer reviewing all of the day's events. After I was done I got up and went to the door of the house where a bunch of kids were lined up to get on a bus. They all started to have a snowball fight amongst themselves for fun. I watched all that, then went back inside where I demonstrated the playing of a piano for some people and talked with them.

My father came in then, telling us he had been in a long meeting and would have to go back again, but meantime his friend Joe was waiting out in the car to drive us to "Target" for a reward.

I couldn't imagine what that was all about, but as I walked through the house, mentally making excuses for not being ready, every excuse I could think of was instantly remedied and my coat miraculously appeared in my arms, boots appeared on my feet, and stockings appeared on my legs.

We went out to the car and I was still wondering what was at Target that could be a reward and when we got there it was a huge auditorium about half full of people but spread out all over the auditorium and they were waiting to hear me speak to them.


8-26-97 - Dream: I was given a new car. It was like a hot rod. The car was already running when I got it. It sounded a little rough for a minute, but then it ran smoothly. Each window had it's own windshield wiper. The front window wipers were in the normal place. The right window levers were on the ceiling. The left window you had to roll down and back up. The rear window was full of snow. You couldn't back up unless someone else wiped it off and my Father and the car's owner were already out in the street driving away. I was hollering at them to come back and wipe off the back window. My Mother sat on the right seat and my son sat in the back seat helping me to figure out the windshield wipers.


9-12-97 - Dream: I was getting ready for my trip and dying my hair black. I started at 6 p.m. on the clock. It was taking a long time and while I was doing it, I had visitors.

Joe came in some fashion and we exchanged words of love. I couldn't remember seeing him, so it could have been a phone conversation or on the computer.

My mother and father came. My father was like a presence. I did not actually see him. My mother sat on the floor dressed in black. Her hair was three toned, black at the roots, brown further up and blonde in the center. My mother just smiled. My father wanted to know who I had told about the trip. I thought about it and said, "Almost no one, but I told my ex-husband first." My father was pleased with that and they left. R.R. arrived and began cooking breakfast for himself. He cooked things I don't have in my house - toast, eggs, and bacon. He ate it while I was rinsing my hair. It was now 6:30 p.m. on the clock. I went into the bathroom and turned on the water. It gushed rusty orange, then went clear - I rinsed my hair but it never got wet and the clothes that were piled neatly in the sink never got wet either.

I went to comb my hair then and the hair was two tone. It was black except for a pure white triangle in the center of my head. There was no hair at all in the front of my head. Then I noticed I was wearing a green scarf with curlers under it in front and felt stupid that I hadn't taken the curlers out. I combed it out and it was now all brown and standing on end and then went back to normal reddish color.

R..R. finished eating and after I complained about having no hair, he showed me the back of his head. It was shaved except for a black section down the back center like a mini mohawk hairdo.

He then pointed out a small bookcase too me. He said, "There are 36 individual books here for children. Then he reached into another bookcase and handed me three books. He said, "Here! Read these...the three bears ...Sun Bear, Jean Bear, and ... (I woke up while he was saying the last one and didn't get it.)


10-3-97 - I was in a house across from my 16th St. house. I had purchased some items (not remembered). My Father came in and acting angry about something. I didn't like his opinion, so I started getting my maroon bags together and m purse and my coat and took them across the street to my 16th St. house. My daughter was there and she morphed into a duplicate of myself and we were both wearing beige clothes.


10-3-97 - DREAM - I was with my ex-husband and another woman and drove out to my Father's lake cottage. There was a large building on the left called St. Elizabeth's hospital. We had to park behind it. (Note: There are no large buildings there.) We drove up and around a hill to park, but when we walked back down to the lake there was no building there. We continued to go down the hill to the lake and I could see large footprints in the sand coming up from the lake like Bigfoot. Our prints were all smaller and had treads from our shoes.

In the sky, I looked up and saw a circular cloud a few feet across, when I looked again I saw a smaller round cloud. When I looked again, I saw a red moon in the same spot and when I looked again the sky was just overcast completely.

NOTE:  Acts 2:17 - 20 - "And it shall come to pass in the last days, saith God, I will pour out my spirit upon all flesh; and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, and your young men shall see visions, and your old men shall dream dreams. (18) And on my servants and on my handmaidens I will pour out in those days of my Spirit; and they shall prophesy; (19) And I will shew wonders in heavens above, and signs in the earth beneath; blood, and fire, and vapour of smoke: (20) The sun shall be turned into darkness, and the moon into blood, before that great and notable day of the Lord come.


9-30-97 - Meditation - I was praying the "Our Father" and saw myself in a vision going uphill and crossing narrow bridges. Under each bridge was a trench and a cliff that was higher than the level I was standing on. The bridges narrowed the higher they went. I didn't have any problems crossing the bridges...more or less floated across them.


10-7-97 - DREAM - I was in the apartment with a man I loved. He wasn't certain about his fatherhood skills. I was holding the daughter then and cared for her like she was my own.

The man kept his valuable information in a secret place. First it was a gun case which seemed to morph into a Lion's body which was alive. The Lion rolled over on it's back and I could see the inside of the Lion's body, all the way up the spine into the mouth. There seemed to be no internal organs yet the Lion lived and I assumed they had been surgically placed differently to give the Lion the hollow appearance.

I assured the man that everything wold turn out all right and he appeared to accept my words as truth.


10-11-97 - DREAM - I was my home/school/job. It was 8 a.m. One of the men who lived/worked where I was, gave me his written assignment to turn in to the teacher/boss. I didn't take time to look at it, just put it on the desk and left because I had the opportunity to see the place where my 1st husband was going to retire to up north.

We drove north and came to an apartment building in the middle of nowhere. People were coming from all directions and taking the elevator to these assigned floors. I was surprised to meet my husband's father outside. His father really liked the place because it was 'free'. My husband's brother Lambert was also there. I asked him, "It's not really free is it? He only thinks it is because he doesn't have to pay any money."

My husband's new apartment was to be on the 9th floor. We went to the elevator. There was no room for me on the elevator, so I said I would follow on the next rip. My husband's brother Lambert (which means 'light of the land') waited with me. We pressed the button for 9 on the elevator which was made out of red fire brick.

It went past all the other floors. It stopped briefly so we could see what they were like. When we stopped, there was no elevator around me, but we were just standing on a square of floor in other people's kitchen. There were lots of people on the lower floors. They were very crowded.

We finally got to the 9th floor. There weren't so many people there, but still quite a few. We walked from apartment to apartment looking for my husband's apartment but couldn't find it. There were no empty apartments. There were no hallways either, you just kept going from room to room.

We finally came to one magnificent set of rooms. There was no kitchen. One man sat at a drawing board in the first room that was lit up by hidden lights about half way up like from behind some kind of black wings that were in the corner and stretched in two directions.

In the next room was a huge grand piano and a large organ. I asked the man's permission to touch the piano and he said "Okay!' I went over to the piano and played just 6 notes. The tones were exquisitely beautiful. I looked at the room and saw the expanse of the walls and told myself that there would be plenty of room for 9 bookcases in that room. I came back out of the room and told the man at the drawing board that if he would let me play the piano, he would really enjoy the music. He aid, "I know I would".

We had to leave then because my husband's apartment hadn't been vacated by someone leaving yet and there was no room for him.

I had to get back to town by 8 p.m. because I was meeting my another to do something with her.  

When I get back, the boss/teacher called me into the office to explain to me what he had wanted to see on this other guy's paper on the top with the TO: , FROM, and DATE lines. It was a really long continuous paper on UFO's, and ET's.

I tried to explain that I had just turned it in for the other guy because we were in a hurry to leave, but he continued to tell me what he expected when we turned in papers in the future.


10-22-97 - DREAM - Our house was in an apartment building. The Internic (controller of domain names) was installed on the 6th floor.All of the cable connections were on the elevator.The Internic box looked like a rainbow colored jukebox.

I went up to the 9th floor to begin collecting my mail. I had a mailbox on every floor. The same key opened all the boxes.

After that I was in the car with my Father. He drove...I was in the back seat. He pulled up to the curb on 15th and Center and a man dressed in a black trench coat came up to the car ad put his hand in the window. My Father handed the man my credit card. The man went up the stairs to a house there. He was very mysterious and scary. He didn't show his face to anyone and wore a black slouch hat. However, I did catch a glimpse of his profile when he got to the door. He was really handsome and had white skin. He was protected by a black man wearing an orangish brown coat.

We went back to the apartment building and I met some other mysterious people. They seemed like welfare investigators or some other social workers. I had a short conversation with them. I was trying to pump them for information. I can't remember what was said.

I went back to my own apartment and knew that those two men had been in the building before and were expected back. I was concerned that they might be into the drug scene or something.

I was taking care of other people's kids as well as my own and I allowed my baby daughter and another kid to hide in the bottom dresser drawer so the guy in black wouldn't kidnap her.

I met a guy in the hall that said there had been complaints about a donkey braying in that house on 15th St. where I saw the tall man in black go into. A little later, I confronted my father about the mysterious men on 15th St. and I told him I knew about the donkey braying there. He acted like he didn't know what I was talking about, but I knew he did. I kept telling him that the house was East of ours. I kept saying..."It's East...It's East."


10-24-97 - DREAM - I was on my way home from somewhere and was inside a house where my clothes were being sorted. All the baby clothes were sorted out and left in the house in the baby's room.

All my other clothes which I recognized as things I wear now were put into my Father's car. My Father was driving and my mother was sitting on the passenger side. All my clothes were piled on my mother's lap. My Mother pointed out that I had my own car to drive home. I looked and saw a very large brown car parked in front of my Father's car. I had forgotten I had my own car.

My Mother handed me my purse with my keys in them. There were 3 brown purses.

I wasn't able to get all the way home on 16th St. in the car because there had been a huge snow storm and the street was full of snow. There were many college age men shoveling the snow off the street as fast as they could. I asked what happened to the snow plows and one man answered, "We enjoy helping people out ourselves."

I went into my 16th St. house and L.C. (from my UFO group) was in the kitchen cooking food for a contest. There was no stove, just gas jets with blue flames coming out of them. The whole floor where the stove should have been was burning with blue flames. The floor itself was burning and spreading out in all directions. I was not distressed, but told her she could not cook on my floor with open flame. she said, "I always cooked this way on my neighbor's porch". I answered, "You cannot cook this way in my house." She leaned right into the fire without being burned to retrieve her pans of food.

There were no knobs to turn off the burners so I had to turn off the flame using a pliers to put pressure on the controls which were only partially there and crescent moon shaped. When I got the last burner shut off I woke up.


11-2-97 - DREAM - I was at home in Milwaukee. My Mother had gotten up and gone out to the garage to meet my Great Aunt Cora. She was moving in with us and they were putting her furniture upstairs. I didn't't know where we were going to put his furniture yet.

My Father came out into the room. He was giant sized and had a huge forehead. I said, "Joe is moving in with us today. We are we going to have a BIG family." I smiled at him broadly.

I then went to the outer room where the telephone was. I was waiting for it to ring to let me know Joe was in town. It hadn't rung yet, and I began to panic and cry. "Where's my Joe? Where's my Joe?"

NOTE: I woke up with relief to find myself in California, sleeping next to my Joe.


11-11-97 - DREAM - I was at home with my mother and father and planned to meet some friends at 9 a.m. to go to the state fair. I looked at the clock and it was 8:15 a.m. I know I had to hurry, but when I combed my hair it was 2 layered and the longest layer had big gaps i it and it didn't even go all the way around, so I asked my mother to cut it off. I ended up with one curly layer just below my ears. It was dark brown and I knew I could comb it and pin it however I wanted to. I left then to go to church first which was on 44th st. The girl who was supposed to sing the service didn't show up and there was a big discussion about her ideas of service to the church where she made up her own mid about how many days she would work and when she would take off without notice. My feeling was that she should stick to her commitment whatever it was. (In the physical I feel guilty for not keeping spiritual commitments myself)

I then headed for home and met Joe on 17th St. and we went home together to go to bed and make love, though I knew my friends were coming over. So, Joe and I went to bed together to make love and ignored the commitment to my own friends because Joe was more important to me.

Finally, I looked at the clock and it was now 9:30 a.m. I knew I had left the door to my house open and I went out to the livingroom. I dragged all my blankets with me. All my friends were there in the house waiting for me to come out of the bedroom. I lay down on a single bed in the livingroom and my friends discussed how even that bed was convertible to allow someone to lean a section back and be comfortable like a chair.


11-29-97 - DREAM - I saw a page called Dr. Doolittle and the background was like a red eagle's wing outline on a gray background.

I dreamed that my father was buying my old car back for me. It was a red and black convertible. At the same time I was supposed to rent two apartments, and get a job application at a store. I was skating around on a scooter outside enjoying myself.

NOTE: When I woke up, I felt SO good, I was flying with energy all day. It was wonderful.


11-30-97 - DREAM - I was in my 16th St. I was in the attic cleaning up some stuff a little girl had left on the stairs when she was making a project. Part of it was white powder from wall board. I had a jar which must have been double walled I was supposed to drink a lot of water but preferred milk. There wasn't enough water or milk to fill the jar so the outside was filled with milk, but if you looked down inside you could see only the water

Bob. the painter came to get paid or something but I wasn't ready and I told him I was cleaning up the attic. He decided to stir things up a bit for fun, so started wildly sweeping the powder so I'd have to gather it back together again.

At this point I heard of a contest where 3 boys in 6 barrels had to race across a circular  container which I watch in miniature. The prize was 6 gallons of milk. When the race was over 3 of the gallons of milk were missing and my sons had to go through the neighborhood to get together 3 more gallons of milk. (nobody had 3 gallons)

At this point, I went through a hallway where a Bononoco bird was talking. I said I wanted one like it. I was handed a doll to talk with me when I went East on Wisconsin Ave. Her short red hair blew in the wind and the doll looked like Shirley McClaine. I knew I'd be embarrassed and have to explain having this doll in my pocket.

Then we saw a woman in the window of the 2nd story of a house across the west alleyway. She stood in a window and deliberately took off her bra so people could see her standing there naked. My 3 sons and I all saw her. My Father was laying on the livingroom floor and we asked him if he wanted a treat and if he did, he had to jump up fast. So he jumped up, ran thru the parlor and we all saw he was wearing a brilliant white T shirt. We knew he'd be seen watching but he didn't have time to put on another shirt. So I held up a dark grey work shirt in front of him so he cold see the naked woman too. (There was a word printed out next to her but I can't remember it)

When I was behind my Father, and I was holding this grey shirt up, there was a 2" gap between the shirt and his neck where I could see 2 names printed on his T shirt. It was Alexander Swift Brooks and Jesse Brown.


12-8-97 - DREAM - I was at my 16th St. house upstairs in the master bedroom preparing for something. My daughter was in her room across the hall. I had to go downstairs to do something. When I came back up I discovered the light was out in my bedroom and I hadn't left it that way. I discovered then that when I turned my light o, my daughter's light went out, and when she turned hers on, mine went out.

My Father was there and was angry at me because I had missed a phone call. The phone was in my room and while I was downstairs the phone had rung and nobody had answered it.

I went into another bedroom which was used for writing and had a computer also. It was in perfect order and a man was at the computer working.

In the hallway, I had put a long kneehole type dresser and that is where I was going to do my writing for a desk. My daughter and daughter-in-law were envious and wanted that dresser but I was going to use it myself.

Outside on the front porch, I went out from house to house gathering books in the neighborhood. When I came back I noticed that a bee hive had swarmed. The bees had separated though and there were many little clumps on the sidewalk. They would fly up, then regroup and land in another spot. There were many little groups like that and I moved away from them when they flew up to regroup.

In the front of the house on top of a small brick wall, I was studying photographs of crop circles. They were very complicated. A woman named Robin came along and wanted to be trained to help trace the photographs. I told her it would take practice to trace them in order to use them in our magazine.


12-8-97 - DREAM - I was trying to tell my friends the prophecies I have just related in the previous dream and the Father of the woman I was with told me that WWIII was inevitable because the churches in the neighborhood have been talking about this particular war for a long time and there was no stopping it.

12-8-97 - VOICE - "Have you seen #355 from L-Eagle?"


Dream - 12-9-97  I was in a post-office. It was after hours and the clerks had gone home and left the lights on in the office and the door open. I walked inside and the telephone began ringing on one of the desks. The telephone turned into a mini-television show and showed three pictures in succession. The first one was that a war was going to start in the Middle East. The second picture was of the same war and that it was escalating into WWiII. The fourth picture was of a question about the price of corn in June, 1998.

In dream #2, I was telling some people about the previous dream prophecies. The Father of the woman I was telling this too, said that he had some churches in his neighborhood that had been talking about war for a long time, that the war was inevitable and could not be stopped.

by Dee Finney




12-13-97 - DREAM - I lived in a big apartment building and went to visit some people downstairs for awhile who had children. We had a pretty good time talking and playing with the kids. Then I went back upstairs with one of the little ones following me upstairs. I then wanted to go down to the lobby to get something and went to the elevator. I pressed 1, got on the elevator and went downstairs. I did something, then went back to the elevator to go back upstairs. It wasn't working, so I was going to take the stairs instead. I went past a room where a guy named John jumped out of bed and started to holler at me, "Where the hell have you been?" I said, "Why?" Did we have a date or something?" He said, "Follow me!" and took off down the hall back toward the lobby. In the lobby, there were a lot of people all dressed up. We went past them and went around a corner where he led me to a small meeting room. He went in ahead of me so I had to open the door myself. I opened the door and there stood my entire family - minus the tiniest grandchildren and my mother and father. My daughter presented me with a beautiful white Pointsettia plant and they all hollered Merry Christmas and Happy Birthday." I said, "You've all been waiting herr for 4 hours?" and they said, "Yes!" in unison. I even remember my brother and sister being there. My Father sat by himself on the left on a bench. He said, "Well, my plane is due for take off so I have to leave. A short Asian man went over to my Father and fitted him with some thick blue goggle type glasses to which he fitted an air/oxygen type thing, then fitted a blue face mask type thing over his face. Then he stood up to leave.  

The next thing I knew it was morning and I had to go to work. I got to work and found another girl sitting in my seat in the Engineering Department. I asked where I was supposed to sit. They said they thought there was a place for me way down near the shipping department.

When I walked all the way down the hall to the other end of the building I found my office. It was carpeted in brown and it looked like a bedroom with a desk in it. The boss was a guy I remember being drunk in other dreams though he was sober now. He said he was hoping for a young chick for a secretary, then he noticed I was wearing stockings and high heeled shoes and saw my legs and said he had no complaints. He said he spent most of his time at the bar next door anyway, so all he required from me was coffee and some sweet dessert that looked like a long chocolate eclair with yellow frosting on top. He said, "Let's go bar hopping and get acquainted." I said, "Okay! But I drive the car." and took the car keys out of his hand and put on flat black shoes. He said, "Okay!"

Suddenly an alarm rang and red lights started flashing. He said, "follow me!" and we went down into the sub-basement. The hallway lights were off and dark but the red alarm lights and sirens were going off everywhere.

I don't know if he expected me to be scared, but I wasn't because I had been head of maintenance for 8 years and had inspected all these rooms before. We went down a side hallway. I saw someone go into a bathroom on the left. He said, "The problem is in the water pumping station."

We went through a small anteroom, then he opened the door into a huge room where we were now underneath this gigantic bowl which was rounded underneath and stood on pedestals on the concrete floor. I could see at a glance that water was beginning to seep through the bottom and it was in danger of breaking loose in a massive deluge.


12-20-97 - DREAM - We were inside the garage in New Berlin. Joe was painting the walls light orange and some of the orange was getting on the white trim edges. He needed to wipe off these orange marks but didn't have a clean rag. I volunteered to do the cleanup because I had a rag, but I had a hard time finding a clean spot on the rag to do the job neatly because it had some paint remover at one end and it was soaking through and would also take the orange paint back off.

We overheard a conversation between my son Tom and his father asking Tom what his greatest wish was for his birthday. Tom said his greatest wish was to go to the ballpark at the stadium and watch the baseball championship game. His father told him in order to do that, he would have to clean out the inside of his car first.

I volunteered to clean out Tom's car. It was worse than we suspected. An old tire inside the car was full of spider webs and dead bees and spiders and there were piles of leaves too. Becky (his wife) decided to help too, so we were busy cleaning and Tom came out to go to the game and we weren't done yet.

Joe slipped a $1 bill in the tire edge to pay for his part of the work which I noticed and pocketed. Tom was so happy and excited he couldn't wait for us to get done and started to back out of the garage and I was still half in the car.

I warned him to be careful because he might run over my toes with the wheels and we quickly got the rest of the dead leaves out of the car.


1-5-98 - DREAM - It started off as usual on the computer...giving me urls to ink to...this time for prophecy.

In the real dream, it had a 2 field type of message.My mother kicked me out of the house because I had too many lovers and I had nowhere to go. Through some miraculous coincidence or synchronicity, all my lovers appeared at the same time, walking in a line down the sidewalk at this church-like place where I was getting ready to assist in some way in a "confirmation" ceremony.

That was the reason my mother and father were there. I went to R.M who was my first lover and asked his advice what to do. He told me to contact the state social services and they would help me get a place to live and some kind of financial assistance.

Once I felt safe from my mother's wrath, since she hadn't told my father what I had done yet, I heard the booming voice of my father making pronouncements of things that were going to happen. I listened to what he had to say, and then I heard a radio weather lady say there was a huge snowstorm coming.

I said, "I recommend they close the highways 18, 19, and 51 (this is Wisconsin). Somebody else mentioned getting extra food and I said, "Get enough for breakfast." I knew the  snowstorm would close the road and nobody could get home. I knew I was psychic because I heard my father's voice.

NOTE: I woke up from the dream and remembered the details and then decided to just go back to sleep, too lazy to get up and write it down and no sooner as my ear hit the pillow, I felt an electrical buzz in my left ear and instantly jumped back up to write it down.


1-11--98 - DREAM - Everything was greatly exaggerated. when I was in my office with the bookcase and file cabinets, I was somewhat tied to them which kept me from falling into a dark bottomless abyss just one step away.

When my father appeared to talk to me on a great plaza, he was standing up on a huge brown square platform, driving it like a chariot on huge spoked wheels . When he came into the plaza, there was not even 1/4" space leeway to spare for him to move in.

When I was on a street later trying to explain this to someone, a huge truck came by like a UPS highway truck, dark, dark green with no writing on it. It seemed as tall as the sky, and it too, when it turned left at the intersection, didn't have any leeway of even 1/4" to go by either.


2-19-98 - DREAM - I was just leading a normal every day existence like every one else, doing good deeds here and there. I was invited to a local political forum. It was led by a middle-aged black woman. I was seated on a couch rather jammed up against the right arm. A young black man was jammed up against me though there would have been plenty of room for him to move over and give me more space. Over to the right on a straight chair was the black man's father who intimidated all of us and to his right was a white woman with a young boy named Billy. The apartment belonged to another white woman who flitted in and out, say a word, and flit back out There was no conversation going on because each person was intimidated by someone else. I said, "I have plenty to say, but just not here." I looked at the clock. It was 20 minutes to 11. We expected to be done by 11, but the mother of Billy said she had to leave. Billy complained that he didn't have anything to wear because the crotch of his pants was ripped out. His mother had two other pair of his pants with the crotch ripped out too. I had my sewing kit with me and pulled out some blue thread and a needle and volunteered to sew the ripped seams. The woman who owned the apartment had a sewing machine, but I was going to sew the seams shut by hand even though it meant I had to prick m finger with every stitch. I said, "At least I have some value this way."


3-1-98 - DREAM - (A bizarre dream with incredible symbolism) I was walking down 20th St. where I had gone to school. I was in the street like I was driving my car but not actually in a vehicle. A car was coming up behind me, but it didn't want to pass me. I wanted to let him get by me and began walking on sofa and sofa cushions along the curb. This went on for blocks, but the guy wouldn't pass me even then.

I came to a house then. It didn't feel like it was home, but I acted like it was. I was cleaning in the livingroom and saw that the rubber plant was dusty and had spider webs all over it. So, I took two green square rags and wiped all the dust and spider webs off the rubber plant. I then noticed that my rags had hundreds of spider eggs on them which must been under the large leaves and had been attached to the strands of the webs. These eggs were huge and it was apparent that these eggs were about to hatch.So, I told my little son to take the rags out onto the lawn and shake them so the spider eggs would be dispersed in the grass and the little spiders could go elsewhere and make new webs.

My son did that and brought the green rags back to me with no eggs on them. My son, on his own recognizance called the library and was told by them that these spiders were deadly. I got all panicky about that information, but I was at that point standing in a concrete box-like structure, head-high, which was just barely large enough to turn around in. Behind me, up on an electric pole was two electric lineman repairing the electric lines, wearing silver helmets. One of them said, "No! That's is not true. Spiders are helpful to mankind."

I went back into the house and a little boy came to the door. He asked me if I would pretend to be his mother. I said, "Yes!" and play acted being his mother and he was happy. Then his father came to the door and the little boy told his father that I was play acting to be his mother. The father went away and came back with a shotgun and while I was standing in the doorway he shot at me. I didn't get hit, but I play acted like I was shot dead and fell in the street like I had been killed. The little boy cried out, "Father! You killed my mother just like last time. The father threw himself down in the street with his shotgun in his hand, face down on the road, he pounded the ground and sobbed loudly.

I left there and met a very small woman waiting for a bus. she said her evil husband was after her. I agreed to help her get away from him. The bus came along and we got on. I was feeling safe and thought everything was all right. The woman was sitting about half way back in the bus and I was way in back.

Then I noticed that someone had placed two large boxes on a table right behind the small woman's seat. The boxes were about 3 feet in height x 1 1/2 feet x 1 1/2 feet. I thought at first they were large enough for a dwarf or small person to fit inside, but then thoughts suddenly that they could be bombs.

I told the woman frantically that we had to get off the bus because the boxes might contain bombs. She was very reluctant to get off the bus, but I convinced her it was best....just in case...and we got off. I heard someone say, "Oh! It's just a vampire and a ghoul." They had loosed them from the boxes on the bus. I was glad we got off the bus anyway. We saw the woman's evil husband coming down the street. He was a normal sized guy with really dark brown hair and wearing and brown suit.

There were three apartment buildings along the street and each one had a long glassed-in entrance in front. I told the woman, "Hurry! Let's go in here," and entered the 1st building. she followed me but was reluctant and moving very slowly. I could see that her husband would catch up to her if she didn't move faster. We went through that building and into the 2nd one. When we got through the building #2 and were coming back to the lobby, I could see her husband entering building #1. I kept urging her to move faster, but she showed no concern for her safety enough to move faster. We left building #2 and entered building #3. She was still moving so slowly. I was getting very frustrated. She had told me she wanted help but was doing nothing to help herself. Coming out in front of building #3, I could see her husband entering building #2. I kept encouraging her to move faster and she wouldn't and her husband was catching up to her.

I had already gone through all three buildings and I went back to her in the 3rd building and then came to the front the second time. By then, I was so frustrated, I said I would never try to help her again.

Instead of leaving the third building, I went up the elevator to the top floor. I don't know what number it was. From an apartment in the rear of the building, a huge gay man opened the door and asked me if I wanted to party with him. He was a huge, oversized man...not only taller than normal but big all around in a fat sort of way...not muscular. He used exaggerated feminine mannerisms and voice.

I said, "No thanks! and went toward the front of the building with the man following me. The whole front of the building was glass. I could see it was nighttime and everyone could see inside the glass walls where we were. I said, "This is the typical way gay people are living now, so everyone can see them."

I met another gay man there. He was also very large like the 1st guy but with masculine mannerisms. So, I paired the two men up and they went to the back of the building to party together.

I went towards the elevator where I met some other gay couples I had known. I wished them well and got on the elevator, leaving them behind to party with each other and left the building for home.


3-13-98 -- DREAM - I was standing inside the drug store which I think was on the corner of Teutonia Ave. and Center St. Watching all the women going in and out of church across the street. They were all wearing fancy long gowns, some in bridal dresses. One black woman wore a dark brown velvet gown and her small daughter she was carrying wore a red velvet gown. I felt very out of place.

I looked down the street towards the East and saw a donut shop and decided to go there before I went home. It seemed like it was so far to walk so I crossed the street and entered a building to make it seem like it wasn't so far away.

Apparently, I had entered another church because there was a teenager there with their parents choosing their communion or confirmation gowns.

I kept going East through the church's outer hallway and came to a big brown door. I assumed it was the exit to the street. I pulled it open and almost ran into the priest. He was short and dark, wearing all black...a gown... I was thinking he was like byzantine Orthodox or something. I said, "Good morning, Father", and kept going, wondering if I had used the right and proper title for him, and if not, would he be offended by being called Father if he was just a "Pastor" or "Reverend".

I continued on to the donut shop and went inside. There were toy train tracks on the floor and a young black boy was playing with them.

I wondered about the wisdom of letting kids play on the floor in a public place.

I entered the shop itself which was hidden down a darkened hallway to the right. I was disappointed not to see any donuts at all. There were some rows of big cookies with candy sprinkles on top and I thought I might buy three of them, but then I saw she had some other bakery hidden from the public.

I asked to see what else she had. She showed me two filled cakes. One was pineapple and one was lemon. I told her I would take both of them. The black woman clerk looked at me like I was nuts. She said, "I can't sell you those unless you show me your I.D." I said, "You mean you don't sell cake to anyone without I.D.? It used to be you only had to show I.D. when you paid with a check and I'm paying cash."

She insisted I had to show my I.D. and I brought out a little white cardboard disk with a silver rim on it with my name written on it. I said, "This is the same I.D. you asked for in the dream the other night." and I woke up.


3-20-98 - DREAM - I was with my friend E.R. when my car was approved to turn on and the slot for it was yellow.

Time passed and I was out at my father's lake place and I was having trouble getting the car going. So, my husband came out and stepped on the gas really hard and blue smoke came out and started coming up into the car but at least it was running. Then, I looked and he had driven it up into the mailbox post. I looked over at him and asked him why he had done that and discovered he had dropped over like he was dead. I decided I would just sit there and see what happened next.


3-22-98 -- DREAM- It seemed there was some connection between keeping the plans secret between the previous dream and the future. Someone had sat at a piano and made the symbol of a tic tac toe game on a piece of paper and drew the lines so that the lines got accidentally scratched onto the piano. Two other people came along separately and noticed those scratches and were immediately aware of a secret plot afoot.

A father came in the room and began questioning his son. The son feigned sleep in order to avoid answering his father.

Gen. Colin Powell was accused by his wife of sleeping with a prostitute because he had been out all night. The prostitute was named "Norma!" HIs wife said she could smell Norma's perfume. Gen. Colin Powell denied it, but at the end he went to buy his wife and son, he could smell his own breath and the perfume, he broke off the hug and ran to take a shower saying, "Even I can smell the perfume of Norma.!"

I went home and wrote all this down in my dream journal, then asked one of my neighbors if she wanted to read my dreams. She said she did, but after she walked away with my book, I realized that all my future plans were detailed and diagrammed in that book and she couldn't know that, so I ran down the hall to get it back, just as she was taking my book into another woman's apartment to talk about it.


4-24-98 - DREAM - I was living in an apartment building and I was going from the 1st to the 2nd floor because Michelle, and two women from One Life to Live who were having problems. The strange thing here was that their names were printed out on pie crust dough after I rolled it out. None of my rolling pins had two handles either, only the right one. I solved Michelle's problem, then went upstairs and met Blair from One Life to Live though I thought her name was Cheryl. Blair wanted me to see her wedding gown. It was off white, knee length with Pearls and lace all over it. It had a huge bustle in back. (I'm talking IMMENSE)...and I thought it was quite unsuitable to her. She thought it was beautiful and it was HER dress so that's all that mattered.

Cheryl/Blair's daughter Starr seemed to be ill. She was sitting in her little feeding table.

A tall man came to the door and stood outside and boomed with a deep voice, "Antibiotic Delivery". I thought that was kind of strange behavior. Cheryl/Blair brought this purple medicine and tried to spoon feed it to her daughter.

Starr, the baby, spit it out and I secretly cheered her on. I never liked being spoon fed purple medicine either obviously.

I took the baby out of the feeding table then and carried her around, intending to rock her to sleep. While I was carrying her, I ran into other women with problems. I remember seeing a board with colored pastel buttons (like the candy kind) they were arranged by color in a three by four rows.

I then carried the baby into a back room so she could sleep and when I came out, the phone was just recording a message from Joe in Milwaukee that he needed chains on his snow tires. He was trying to announce the phone number that he was at and I was going to call him right back (as I woke up)

My father was sitting right by the telephone and could have picked it up, but didn't.

(This is strange because Joe in Milwaukee was not given my phone number)


5-23-98 - DREAM - I went to a house and found some symbolic items on the floor in the hallway. There were two pillows with lace over them and some other things unremembered. An old nun (wearing a pink dress) came along and gave me some other things of hers because she knew I was psychic. She gave me a prophecy. She said, "You will go to a party and people will sense you are psychic and start asking for prophecies."

Joe came along then and helped me fold up a big blue blanket and mattress.

The nun came with a red candle and lit it and set a tape recorder of music next to it and went out on the balcony to meditate. My Father came in the room and turned off the music on the tape recorder. I knew the nun would be upset. My Father said something about it but I can't remember what.

There was a party going on and I had to go to the toilet and people even followed me in there to ask for prophecies. I said to them, "Could you excuse me for a moment? It's going to stink in here in a second!"

They walked out into the hallway. The nun came in then, still wearing the pink dress, and then  while I was still sitting on the toilet, she said, "That man you are with; I've seen him before. He is Plato and Khutoumi."

I gasped on an in breath and woke up.


DREAM - 7-13-98 - I met my mother on the way to go shopping. My father had told her to go to the doctor. (My real mother is 82 years old and has never driven a car in her life) In the dream, my mother was in her early 30's and was driving the car and I was a passenger.

We got to a street where the road went up and around a curve to the left with a railing on the outside edge and I knew that the ocean was on the other side.

My mother refused to drive up that curving road with the railing, so she stopped in a grocery store parking lot to make a U turn and go back home. Where we turned around, I thought it looked familiar but I knew it probably wasn't.

So, we went back to the apartment building where I lived and went upstairs to the 3rd floor.

My mother went into an apartment (not mine) and lay down on a cot where she didn't know the people. she was very depressed that she wasn't able to do what my Father had told her to do.

I said to her, "C'mon Missy! You have things to do!" But she didn't get up, so I had to go get the baby which was in another apartment and change his diaper. (I'm assuming it was my baby)

When I first picked him up, I recall that he was bare butted, and I just needed to put a diaper on him, but when I laid him on my King sized bed. Where I laid him down, a big bloody watery spot developed under him.

I knew he was overly wet and would probably even need a bath. He was now wearing a pajama type suit with feet. I moved him to another spot over to the right which became equally stained with watery blood.

So, I moved him to a third spot (these made a triangle of bloody water spots) I went to remove his pajama suit and saw that there was no zipper on the front, so I rolled him over and unzipped the suit. It was all bloody and watery.

I sat him up to take his suit off and as the suit came off, his tongue came out of his mouth like a huge blood clot. I got pretty grossed out and upset, but I then saw it was just his tongue and as I pulled his suit down off of him, gushes of bloody water poured out onto the floor.

I was really scared to find out that there was something wrong with the baby. Then the baby spoke. He said, "It's just the amniotic fluid."

Then I realized I wasn't just changing his clothes, he was being born.


6-22-98 - DREAM - I was in a building in a large city. I managed the building and we were going to remodel the basement. In order to do that, we had to take everything outside. We hooked up the washing machine between the sidewalk and the road so we could continue to do laundry while we remodeled the basement. There was a lot of laundry to do. There were piles of it everywhere and it was really bad. We hauled it all outside and I was going to do it out there.

I had to go to the bathroom really bad so I left the washing machine untended to do that. I couldn't find the bathroom. I stood in the hallway and looked at all the doors. Each one was a different size and I knew where each one went and none was a bathroom. I remembered there was one on another floor so I went in search of that one. Meanwhile, I met some women who had problems and I stopped to listen to them and confront them and give them advice. I then went back outside to throw the laundry into the machine first. I opened the lid and began to measure cookie dough into the machine and saw it float down in deep water. I thought that was odd and looked closer and found shredded bread wrappers with pictures of colorful balloons on them. Now, I was really puzzled and started pulling out this paper. Another woman came along and started pulling toys out of the machine. Taylar - our granddaughter needed to wash her toys and the woman had helped her put the toys in. The washing was done, so I helped her take them out. There was a big yellow truck, some doll puppets, and a huge brown dinosaur.

At this point, someone hollered, "Look! Up in the sky!" I turned and looked and saw a huge blimp in the sky. I remembered having seen one before, but I looked again and there was a blimp in the south sky. In the west, a huge dark green helicopter was hovering, shooting lazer blanks in practice, using the blimps as targets. Between the helicopter and us were piles of hay bales that we could hide behind in case the lazer turned out to be real, so I didn't worry about it.

A young girl came up to me with a job application for a job at another building I managed at 3803 N. Port Washington Road. She had a thick stack of papers which she handed to me which was her application and resume. I told her that I hadn't been expecting her and didn't have a ride up to the other building but perhaps if her father wanted to give me a ride up there, I could show her around. Then I thought better of it, that it was a bad idea and that maybe I could take a walk or take the bus up there. I didn't want to pay for the bus ride both ways unnecessarily though, so I told her I was sorry and couldn't show her the building, but that the next time I was hiring I would call her. I kept her paperwork, and she walked away disappointed.

I turned around and on the corner Joe stood talking to two older women. They looked like they were old friends in intimate conversation with their heads together. I couldn't hear anything they said and I looked at the woman and saw how old they were and thought to myself that I was younger and prettier than they were, so I could allow him to have female friends without me knowing what was being said. However, the shorter one suddenly broke away and came towards me, tearing off her mask, and her old clothes, revealing that she wasn't an old woman like the other one. She was in disguise and would go after Joe and had other intentions than friendship.

(Note: This was prophetic and actually happened)

I had more important things to do and walked back into the building where the workmen were waiting for me to discuss the remodeling project. I noticed that there were no windows down there and told the guys that I hoped it didn't get too cold to work down there, but it was summer and it should be fine.

As I was waking up, I heard one of the men say, "Let me see what you have there!" I looked at my right hand and it was placed on top of an open white box and the title was, "The Mystic".


7-4-98 - DREAM - There was a very important job to be done in an office across the street from where I lived. I convinced the bosses I could do it, and the boss said he would give me a chance at it.

So, I was all excited to go to work and prove that I could do a good job. The work day started at 8a.m. The next day, I had to get all the kids ready for school first and then myself. There were 6 kids. The 3 oldest ones managed to get themselves ready and left for school. I still had the 3 youngest to dress and then myself to get ready.

My husband wasn't home and I wanted to get the kids and myself ready and out the door because he didn't approve of my working outside the home. It took quite a bit of doing but I managed to find appropriate clothing for the kids to wear. There were so many different types, color, and size of clothes in the house, this was a difficult task. Nothing was hung up, but lay in piles all over the house.

For myself, all my clothes were in an upper room and I wanted to wear appropriate clothing for the occasion. I decided to wear all black. I put on black slacks, a black and white flowered with roses, cotton shirt and a black sweater that had a white stripe around the shoulders. It wasn't exactly a matching outfit, but it was all black.

I went downstairs to finish getting the kids ready. The boys managed to get the clothes on by themselves, but my daughter was wearing a pink and white rose flowered two piece outfit that was about two sizes too big for her. (She was only 4 years old) It looked really cute on her but the problem for her was that there were about 100 or so tiny buttons down the front that had to be lined up (button holes were square and the buttons were round) She obviously needed help. I managed to line up 5 of them and decided that was good enough. It held it closed and was secure enough so the wind wouldn't blow it open outside.

At that point, my husband came home. I was panic-stricken that he would prevent me from going to work. He saw we were getting ready to go somewhere and that he would sabotage my efforts to go out and do this special job so that I could gain my self-esteem.

He didn't say anything but went into the diningroom and I breathed a sigh of relief and continued to look for shoes for the children and myself.

Here too, there was a multitude of choices of colors, sizes, styles, etc. and they were not all in one place, so we had to hunt for their proper size, color and style to go with what they were wearing, and of course they couldn't wear shoes that were too big either.

I set the kids to looking for their shoes while I went looking for shoes and socks of my own. Because I was wearing slacks, I didn't need panty hose, so I found the sock pile and saw that there were plenty of socks, but the trick was to find a matching pair. I chose a black sock to wear and then couldn't find one to match it. There were dozens of light blue socks, but no other black sock.

The matter of the shoes was the same. There were dozens of different styles of shoes to wear, most of them were sandal-like with straps and heels of various heights.All of those were inappropriate to wear with socks. I was looking for my pair of walking shoes, solid black, with good sturdy soles and tied to hold them on. The were professional shoes for people like nurses and waitresses who were on their feet a lot. I managed to find one, but couldn't find the mate to it.

At this point, I wondered if my husband had sabotaged the entire thing by taking one of each kind of shoe to the livingroom so that I couldn't finish dressing and leave the house.

I looked at the clock and it was quarter past 8 and I was already late. I hoped I could make a good excuse when I got to the office.

The children had finally found some shoes to wear and I helped them get their proper shoes on, but we still couldn't leave until I had my own shoes on because I had to take the younger kids to school myself.

My daughter (age 4) found a lipstick and decided to wear it. She put it on herself and it was totally inappropriate for her age. But, instead of taking it away from her, I asked her if I could put some on too and spent a moment putting it on quickly. I didn't get it on my lips very straight according to how I liked it, but it was on and I could get on with finding my other black shoe.

I sent the oldest of the boys who was 5 years old to the livingroom to surreptitiously look there for the shoe in case his father had taken it there to foil my attempts to go to work. Meanwhile I looked among the other shoes and thought I found the other black shoe, about size 16 and I wore a 10 and it didn't have a mate either, so there was no point in even attempting to wear such an inappropriate shoe.

I was barefoot because I had never found a 2nd black sock to match the one I found, so I was not looking at the sandal-type shoes. There were inappropriate to wear with bare feet and I realized that I would probably get blisters by wearing these.

I didn't want to wear any with higher heels either because then I would tower over my husband in height and he would be VERY upset and they were so inappropriate with bare feet.

I finally found a pair of maroon sandals with low heels. They were dusty and I saw a couple raisins in an upper fold of the shoe and began to remove the raisins and clean the shoes to wear when my youngest son who was about age 3 began to jerk on my arm. I looked at him and he was chewing on something and I saw a raisin stuck on his lip. He was at the point of choking because his mouth was stuffed so full of food. I pried his mouth open. His mouth was stuffed completely full of a mixture of raisins and sesame seeds.

I began to pull all these seeds out of his mouth so he wouldn't choke to death and as I was doing this I woke up.

While I was thinking about the dream, I remembered what the job was that I had to do. It was called "The Sisterhood of Southeast Asia".


7-5-98 - 12:10 a.m. DREAM - I was visiting someone. There was a piano there with a thick beige book on the music rack. The music was in the last 1/4 of the book an was written in all whole notes, played very slowly, with long sounding notes. The piano reverberated the notes and it sounded like an organ.

When I had finished played, I closed the book. Some girls came in then and wanted to know if I knew how to play. I said, "Yes!" and they said they wanted to hear me play something.

At first I hit a very discordant chord, but then I found the music in the book and I again was able to play the piano like an organ again.

I then went out in the lobby and sat on the couch waiting for Joe to come back from somewhere. While I was sitting there, I had a long tube which was see-thru but hollow. I was pushing this long, long tube farther and farther down my throat which made the tube go down the circuit to the other end of my computer circuit where the sound and information came from. In the office where the computer was, 3 women were working there. They saw the tube come out at the other end of the computer. One woman said to the tube,"Hello Dolores!" The sound echoed in my head really loud. Then the other two women saw the tube and they all three started saying, "Hello Dolores! Hello Dolores!" and their voices echoed in my head. It was so loud, I couldn't stand having all three women talking at the same time, so I started pulling the tube back out of my mouth and it was coiling up on the floor in front of me It was just too much sound for me to handle.

There was a young man, dressed in a light brown suit sitting on the couch next to me. He struck up a conversation. I told him the story of the tube going to the computer and the too loud sounds like it belonged to someone else. I was too embarrassed to tell him it was me.

It was time to leave there and it seemed this was a place where you had to be over 55 to live there. There were a lot of people sitting around, including the manager who said she had just come back from vacation. She said she didn't want to work anymore and wanted to be on permanent vacation. In my mind I was thinking that I hoped she would quit because then I could apply for her job.

The people were talking about their rent was going to go up when their leases ran out. One man had his wife sitting with him and she had a job at which she had gotten a 10 cent an hour wage increase. He wanted to know if he rent would go up. I told him that their total financial picture would be re-evaluated when their Lease was up and their rent might indeed go up.

Another woman who was a nurse said that her wage-increase had been 10 cents an hour and wanted to know if her rent would go up. I gae her the same advice, that her financial situation would be evaluated when her Lease was up and her rent might indeed go up.

When we were leaving and going down the stairs to the door, I could hear an old woman bitching how she never gets to go anywhere. She was bellyaching and bellyaching that she never go to go anywhere and this was while she was going down the stairs going somewhere with the rest of her family.

We were standing at the bottom of the stairs laughing at her, because she kept complaining that she never got to go anywhere while she was actually going somewhere.

I went to visit my mother and father. My father had had two heart attacks in recent days, but he had forgotten what the pain had felt like and was doing okay and walking around like normal.

My mother said that the day before, my Father had not come downstairs at all, and she hadn't gone upstairs to feed him either. She had just let hi lay there because he was supposed to come down every day.

I was with my family then. We were visiting a house and it was time for the children to go to bed. Before they could go to bed they had to go to the bathroom. I seemed to be temporarily in charge of this little boy and I could feel that his pants were wet. I took him to the bathroom and opened the door and discovered an older woman was sitting on the toilet going #2. I kind of said, "Oops! Sorry!" but she was done and left the room. I pulled down the pants of this little boy who morphed into a little girl. I held her on the toilet and she did #2. I then took some wipette type things to clean her butt. I got her ready for bed. While I was doing this another woman came into the room and saw me cleaning the little girl's butt. I was hoping that the woman didn't think I had done something naughty with the little girl just because I had wiped her butt in getting her cleaned up for bed.

We went to the opposite side of the same house where I and my children were climbing this huge ornate and plush carpeted stairway. It was a stairway that curved up to the right. The carpet on the stairs was royal blue. The steps were not even, some treads were narrower than others. It was difficult climbing the stairs. We were more or less crawling up the stairs using our hands as well as our feet like climbing a mountain. Someone made the comment that only my children had the right to go up that stairway because they were of the right bloodline. Their cousins wouldn't be allowed to go up there because they didn't have the right mother.

When we got to the top of the stairs, it was very plush and ornate, persian tye carpeting, very thick and rich, and the rooms were huge. Someone commented that there were 60 rooms up there and I was hoping we'd get to see them all.

I came to a young girl about age 2 who seemed to be my daughter. She was sitting there spitting out a piece of candy. She had wanted to eat one that was shaped like a peanut and actually had peanut butter inside of it; and the one she had put in her mouth was just solid candy with NO peanut butter in it.

Later, I was with this same girl. She was driving a car and I was the passenger. (She was a young adult now) We were driving north on Teutonia Ave. She wanted to know how to spell the word 'peanut'. We were driving past a string of restaurants with other words like PIZZA, PITA BREAD, but I knew there was one with the word 'peanut' but we had driven past too fast. I told her to go around the block and I'd show her the sign that said the word "peanut." T

This neighborhood was very dark and I was afraid that something might happen, but she drove with confidence. We made a left turn onto Center St. We couldn't go around the block because 14th St. was a one way street going north. So we proceeded to 15th St. and made a left turn. I told the girl who was driving that my Father lived on 16th St.which was just one block over.

I then noticed that it was no longer dark but bright and sunny. The street was newly paved and there was a bridge ahead we had to cross.

We had to stop dead in our tracks though because in the center of the bridge were two young men, beating each other over the head with hockey sticks. They must have been from opposite teams because one was dressed in red and one dressed in blue.

We were too scare to go past them, so we turned around to go back. Our car had morphed into two secretarial chairs with wheels on the 4 legs. Behind us though, was a trio of hockey players with sticks, all dressed alike, but there were two boys and a girl between them.

We were scared because we didn't have any sticks to defend ourselves with.

I turned and looked back at the first two hockey players who were not standing arm in arm in the middle of the bridge.

I turned the other way and saw the trio of hockey players advance towards us in perfect unison, they skated in a line with their bodies moving in a curving S shape as their feet rolled across the pavement towards us.

I thought our best defense was to just stare at them in the eyes and as I did, I saw a reflection of myself but it was like it was a face from a different lifetime because the shape of the nose was different, straight and not sloped like mine is now and the hair was darker. The trio of hockey players and we two, my daughter and I, kind of slid past each other until they were on the bridge and we were back on Center St.

I wondered if these young hockey players had come across the river from the East side, and what their purpose was for coming across the river.


7-13-98 - DREAM - I was in a city in a VERY large building. Various floors were different uses. I wanted to go to floor 7 but the elevator didn't go to any odd numbered floors, so I went to floor 6 and proceeded to walk up, but 1/2 way up there were a complicated series of railings which you had to climb over and through and I couldn't do that, so couldn't get there that way. I went back down to floor 1 and met a black woman and a white woman. The black woman told me she could take me where I wanted to go, so we got on the elevator and zooped up to the floor.

I discovered we were on 134. I didn't want that floor either, so went back to floor 1. I was supposed to be working, but for some reason, couldn't keep my pants on. They were off completely at first and I needed to complete some work and deliver it to another location. When I stood up, I realized I DID have pants on but they were sliding down in back so I had to keep hitching them up.

I completed the project and delivered it. It was a typed sheet which was a reward for good work done.

I was asked to help someone complete an application for something. He had brought in multiple small photographs and they all needed to be put in order and assembled in a folder, I set him to doing some of that work and went on to do some other work.

Then I had to go to the 7th floor again and just pushed the button for 7 instead of fooling around with going to 6 or 8 and walking up or down. To my surprise, where I pushed 7, a complete wall slid over and I was instantly on 7 right where I was standing. As soon as I took a step forward in this hallway, I saw a shift of perception and I could walk forward and actually be on the 7th floor.

I was hunting for a bathroom, but all the rooms I was going by were classrooms. The rooms were empty now, but each room had a separate desk or work station for each individual where they would learn to do just one thing in that room. The rooms I could see into were huge and held what looked like 100 work stations per room.

Then I noticed that this floor was also segregated by religious persuasions as one whole wing was labeled CHRISTIAN.

I got half-way through that floor and came to a door I thought might be the bathroom. I pushed it again and it turned out to be another elevator lobby with many people waiting for the elevator to go down. These people were all really happy and welcomed me to join them.

I still needed to find a bathroom, so went back down to floor 1 to look for the bathroom.

On floor 1, I met people who were crippled and slow. They were admonished to move over to the side of the hallways and not block the way of people who could move faster.

On floor 1, I seemed to find a place I called home. Here, my real life Father came and 3 old cronies of his came to visit. They were so old, they must have been in the 100's of years old. My Father took them out into a garden that was at the rear of our house. While my father was entertaining them, I began to dance and prance in front of the mirror to see how beautiful I was. I wanted to see my whole beautiful naked boy, but I didn't want the old men to catch me looking at myself, so I would only flash on the upper half or lower half at a time.

Then I saw my Father walking in the garden with the 3 other old men and I took a chance on looking at my whole beautiful naked self in the mirror and struck a final model's pose in front of the mirror with a big smile on my face and woke up smiling.


7-17-98 - DREAM - I was at a hospital with my friend Alice. Her father was there for tests. They were going to take him down the elevator. A man in white was by the controls of the elevator and Alice was standing in the back. Her father's cart was by my right side. Suddenly, a short little woman pushed past me and said, "Her Father is dead!"

There was no need for me to squeeze into the elevator with them and the body, so I went into a room nearby. Suddenly, Alice's Father appeared in the doorway. He looked like a big white square pillow. His eyes were huge and yellow and were looking upward and to the right.

A voice said, "THE BIT-MOTHER" is dead".

The scene changed to a web page. I could see just the big triangle from AOL on the page, and as I looked at it, a big dragon head or alligator came out of it.


7-20-98 - VISION - I saw a black web page that said, 'INVITATION TO GOD'. It was followed by an url - http://whitewater . NOTE: I went to the url. It's a web page about whitewater rafting trips)

The voice said," Here's some more good stuff."

"Come along with me"

"Watching over Jesus. There will be No Jesus"

"Now the gypsies will play"

"She is triumphant and secure"

"Your stepfather is here too"

I then saw a garden surrounded by a black iron fence. The voice said, "I was hoping it would never come to this!"

I then saw a woman's left hand. She was wearing a ring like mine only all gold, plus other rings. She wore 7 rings in all.

I then saw a web page that said, "CIRCLE OF DREAMS - CIRCLE OF DREAMS"


7-25-98 - DREAM - I was with Joe in a car and he had to go do something so I was left in the car alone. I spotted a thick plastic ring like a pony bead. I picked it up and slid it on my finger like a ring. It was see-thru like crystal, but it was plastic. I threw it back on the ground again.

Then an old man I didn't know got in the car. I was sitting in the car in the back like a stationwagon on a long platform thing and the old man crawled into the car with me like he wanted to tell me something. He came close to whisper his message then kissed me on the cheek instead. At that moment, I spotted that plastic ring on the ground and I said, "Oh! What's that on the ground?" to distract him.

He reached over and picked it up and slipped it on my finger and asked me to marry him. I was so shocked I took off the ring and threw it over toward a line of boxes of beads and it landed amongst them, but I didn't see exactly where.

Then the man got all upset and said, "What did you do with my ring?" I said, "Oh! I'm sorry! I thought it was that piece of plastic I threw away before."

I felt embarrassed and saw the plastic bead I had thrown down the 1st time and it was cracked and split open. I said, "Oh! I'll go find the ring. I'm sorry!" So I went over to the wall where all the beads in boxes were. There were a couple of people there who owned this little shop or whatever it was. I explained the situation to them and they helped me search for the ring but we couldn't find it.

I began to hear Christmas music and knew the parade was coming. I saw Tony B. and he was the drummer for the band. He was dressed in red and green slacks held up by thick, dark suspenders. The music got louder and he had to leave and go march in the parade.

I was in a school on Wisconsin Ave. and seemed to be the teacher. At the same time it felt like my old high school.

I could still hear the music playing and was rather marching East down the hallway and black students fell in behind me marching to the music. I got to the end of the school as the music ended. There stood Tony with his father. He was still wearing his red and green slacks and suspenders, but now his father was with him. I went over to him and hugged him warmly and he introduced me to his father. His father was all upset that the things my friend had in storage weren't safe and we began walking arm in arm towards the East to his apartment building.

We walked quickly along a precarious pathway, along an icy trail, then started climbing steps that were shoveled of snow, but that still had a slight coating of white on them. We climbed up three flights of stairs. In fact I ran up the 1st flight of stairs which were uneven and took three at a time at one point and got out of breath and regretted doing that. The last flight of stairs I was counting them, kind of pulling myself up going hand over hand on the railing with my hands. I got up to the second floor and we were at his apartment.

At that point I realized that he owned the whole building and there were plenty of empty rooms and there was no reason why I couldn't move in there. But I was out of breath and I asked for a drink of water.

I woke up just as a bad heat flash was going up my body to my head. I felt like I had a temperature of 150 and my blood felt hot all over my body.

I relaxed for a few minutes and it subsided.


7-25-98 - DREAM - I went right back to sleep and found myself in the same place I had woke up from. I was in Tony's apartment and he wanted to make love to me, but he said his Father was coming right back and he had made a mess of things and needed to straighten it out.

So he started cleaning his house and I climbed across his couch which was the only place to walk. It was soft and brown with a fleur de lis pattern on it.

I went out into the hall and was going to take the elevator up but everyone was scurrying around and the elevator was jam packed so I didn't want to crowd in there and let it go.

I went over to the stairway to walk up, but the stairway mostly went down into a dark pit-like place. There was a stairs going up also but it was dimly lit with the only light at the top of a very narrow stairway. So, I decided I would wait for the next elevator.

I went outside where there were a lot of children playing including my own daughter. These kids were all around 7 or 8 years old. I saw a station wagon coming, driven by our old friend/maintenance man. I said to the kids, "Here comes the book man."

The car was full of books like a library on wheels. I encouraged all the kids to get books. The man came over to me with a stack of books and handed them to me.

When I opened the books, they morphed into sheets of leather, each one cut out in a big circle and a design embossed on them. Each one was a picture of myself smiling. Each one had holes in strategic places for hanging up. I believe there were 7 of them. There were also two pieces of cloth with designs on with which I could make sundress tops. I cannot remember the designs now, one was red and one was yellow, but I had seen women earlier I had admired and now I could be like them.

I went briefly into the building where all the men I had loved and once thought of marrying were there and they all walked by. Each one was wearing a medium blue uniform and wearing a tool belt like a maintenance man and they were hurrying along with urgent things to do. None of them said even so much as "Hello!" and just hurried along.

I was disappointed but understood they all had urgent work to do.

I went back outside where a large rectangle field was being harrowed flat and being readied for the fall. All the crops were done.

I was presented with 4 different round fruit rinds upsidedown, each nested inside the other, and I knew the harvest was over. All that was past was past.


8-4-98 - DREAM - I got a job interviewing people with problems. The office was in a large building on 70th St. I either forgot about it or slept in late because when I looked at the clock on my 1st day of work, it was quarter to 11 and I was supposed to have been there at 8:30 a.m.. I was too timid to just walk in and say I was sorry I was late. I decided I would wait until 1 pm. and then go in, pretending that I hadn't realized I was supposed to work in the morning.

I discussed my plan with E.R. who was home, waiting for a repair part for his kitchen stove.

At 1 p.m. I went to the office, and it was so crowded with people who needed counseling, I couldn't even get to my desk to sit down.

There was a man at a nearby desk who was an attorney who had the same problem. He ended up sitting in the aisle. I never did to get to sit down.

I went home then and met E.R.'s father who had brought the stove parts to fix his stove but I didn't have a key for E.R.s apartment. E.R.s father had keys and handed them to me. The 1st key had a tiny silver tip on it which fit crossways into as lot, which made the wall slide back to show an elevator door. E.R.s father then inserted an emergency elevator key which is also cross shaped and opened the elevator door. We went through the elevator...not up or down...and E.R.s father opened the apartment door on the other side of the elevator. I was certain this was NOT the way normal people got to E.R.s apartment, but his Father's way.


DREAM - 8-14-98 - I was typing on a lap top word processor and watching out the window. I could see my neighbors coming down the street and somehow got across the street and was sitting on a small stoop in front of a large pink door as they walked by.

Their large brown dog had preceded them with a squirrel standing on it's back facing forward, going along for the ride. I felt a little frightened by the squirrel, but it just went on by.

They also had their blonde first born daughter with them, who appeared to be about 4 years old or 9 years old depending on when I looked at her while her mother was talking.

The mother, whom I knew fairly well, was about 8 1/2 months pregnant and her belly was swollen and VERY prominent. She was obviously in discomfort and was distressed because her daughter was acting mean to the animals and not behaving like a beloved daughter you would want to behave.

The father was a computer nerd like me and he laid down on a couch across the street while I was talking with the other. I noticed he was talking at the same time she was talking and because he was on the other side of the street, I couldn't understand what he was saying because she kept talking too. I couldn't listen to them both at the same time. I was understanding nothing of what either one was saying. I just kept saying, "Uh huh!" at seemingly appropriate times and they kept on talking. Finally, running out of things to say, they began to leave.

Their car was parked in an underground garage under the building where I was sitting. `As the mother descended the steps and the father came across the street, I went back to typing. The little blonde girl was dawdling along behind and singing a little song.

As I typed the word 'truth', the little girl sang the word 'truth'. As I typed the word 'beauty', the little girl sang the word 'beauty'. I got so excited at the synchronicity of the words, I jumped up from my lap top and ran after the couple, yelling, "Hey! Hey!", not remembering their names. They came back up the steps to hear what I had to say. So, I stood with them on the sidewalk and told them, "I just have to tell you this. Your daughter sang the word 'truth' when I typed the word 'truth', and she sang the word 'beauty' as I typed the word 'beauty'. It was a beautiful synchronicity and I just wanted you to know that."

Tears began welling up in the mother's eyes and running down her face, and the father stood there beaming a big smile of happiness. I had just given them hope that their mean behaving daughter was going to be okay after all, and their unborn child would be born into a world of truth and beauty. They were overjoyed. I gave them both a big hug.

They turned to again descend the steps to the underground garage where their car was parked, and I wanted to tell them more to assure them that everything was going to be okay, but I couldn't because a huge woman wearing a blue and white checkered dress came between us to follow them down the steps.

I knew who that woman was too, and I knew they'd be okay.


9-1-98 - DREAM - I was in an apartment building. I got hired by the government to spy on New York and New Jersey ET events so I had a special machine which got installed in my closet for reports to come in for those two states plus the Federal Government.

On my bedroom wall was a special TV only about ETs and other people could post messages about ETs.

No sooner did the stuff get hooked up, but people started coming in to interfere, take up my time with nonsense and take me away from my incredible TV computer which glowed green on the wall.

Also, a newspaper cartoon section began in the Sunday newspaper about ETs. I was clipping out pictures about ETs. I was clipping out pictures to use to scan into the computer, so I went home and asked my oldest son Michael if he would save his newspaper so I could collect them whole us well since mine were cut up.

Three sets of people came to visit which interfered with my getting back to my ET wall TV/computer.

Some young punk teens came...3 boys. A black boy from the group saw my secret equipment and he told the other two boys about it, but they were so caught up in talking about fast cars, they didn't get what he was saying.

Some men came over, like my Father, his brother and his son and they didn't catch on to what I was doing either. In fact, they turned off the light in the road, and were watching Star Wars movies instead of paying attention to the real thing.

A mother and her little toddler son came in and somehow he spilled green paint in big splotches on top of an orange blanket, so they had to use one of my bathrooms to try scrub the green paint out of the blanket in the bathtub.

Some other women people came then to discuss how my wringer washer worked then because they had never seen anything like it and my last visitation was by a man who wanted to tell me how to raise my pet bird. I had the bird in the bathroom where he had the most freedom I could give him outside of a cage and the man thought I should raise him in the other bathroom where he could have more red toys and rods and grids to sit on, but thats where the furnace was and I thought it was too hot.

Finally, the woman and her son were finished scrubbing on the paint on the blanket. It didn't all come out, but I looked at the other side and it didn't bleed through, so I spread the blanket out on the bed to dry and arranged it so it was folded in thirds in such a way that the paint spots didn't show, only the orange part.

Finally I got everyone out of the house so I could get back to my ET TV/computer which was still glowing green on the wall.


9-4-98 - DREAM - I was in the livingroom of my house in New Berlin. I had had a baby and nursed it. I realized I hadn't fed it in 4 hours and it was now 4 p.m. I went upstairs to get the baby, but I had to be very quiet as my Father was up there too and nobody had fed him ether and I didn't want to wake him up. But when I got up there, my Father was awake, lying on a narrow cot on his back with his head toward the door. Then suddenly he was lying on his back in the same direction on a narrow hospital gurney with silver railings around it to hold him on. The gurney was several inches lower than the cot which was right next to it.

He said something to me which I can't remember, so I realized he was awake and I explained to him why I had come upstairs. I went in the other bedroom to get my baby who was awake and happily playing in bed.

I picked up the baby who was dressed in black. He was really cute and perfectly formed, but he seemed to be really small for his age until I compared him to a 9 month old baby I was also caring for and realized that he would probably grow to be the same size as the other baby as long as I cared for him properly.


9-11-98 - DREAM - I was in a huge mansion. We were told that when the Old Father died, we were going to get a great inheritance. We were told about the great riches and the wonderful rooms and shown examples of all this. It seemed that the mansion was like a museum because everything was so valuable. It had a sense of great awe about it. I didn't really care about all the riches and stuff, all I really cared about was getting into the huge library on the 3rd floor that was under lock and key. There were 3 huge doors in a row up there and they were locked. I knew beyond that there was a dark library with thousands of books...not little books like we use, but huge giant tomes two feet tall and 3 inches thick, all bound in leather and gilt in gold on the edges of the pages. I just wanted to get in there, that's all I wanted. This place was really ominous. We were in awe just to be here. It seemed like it had magical qualities like the singing stones. When you pressed on certain stones, they played glorious music.

In this one huge circular room, these stones were placed which were hollow underneath and when you pressed on them in the right order, the sound boomed out like a grand organ and reverberated around in echoes.

The address of this room was 18031C and we discussed that you had to be in the certain section of that room only. This room was a large circle, and the circle was divided into sections, both in rows and each row in sections. Each section had it's own address, and in this case, this sound could be made only in that one "C" section. I pressed on the stones in this pattern:


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It is the tones in the movie Encounters of the 3rd kind. (which I've seen 25 or 30 times)  (I can't explain why this alien site has the same floor pattern. This scared me to see it)

At one point, we were going to a park-like area of this property and we had to climb over railings and go through a maze and ended up in an indoor swimming pool. The air was heavy and thick. It was like going into the old-fashioned Natatorium where there was no air conditioning and the air was heavy with humidity and smelled of Chlorine and this place was all white.

My friend and co-worker C.H. was leading us in our little trek. She told us that she felt wonderful in this place that the heaviness of the air made her feel safe and peaceful. I asked her why we couldn't just outside in the fresh air and sunshine where all the other people and animals were. She said it was too dangerous out there and I saw black people out in that direction. They were all out in the sunshine. It seemed to me that was the better place, but she didn't think so, but I wasn't going to argue with her and tried to feel calm and peaceful in the heavy air inside the white room. We were still following a narrow balcony type path around the area where the pool was supposed to be, but I never did see the water.

I was also in an area where there were some communications being done between computers across wide expanses of areas which seemed both indoors and outdoors at the same time. It was like being outdoors even though we were inside of a huge area where we couldn't see the walls or ceiling but knew they were there. I seemed to be in control of this and everything was fine here.

The last scene was inside a mansion and I seemed to be the manager. We had just been told about all the treasures. It seemed it was time to take our pick of the treasures and I chose a huge yellow bound book which was propped up on a small table flanked by big crystal stones.

I clutched the book to my chest as some maintenance worker brought in an entire room of huge old fashioned lamps of a variety of shapes and ceiling lights. They wanted to know where I was going to put them and I told them we still had 5 empty apartments upstairs or 6 or 7, but 5 for sure. They began carrying the ceiling lamps and other lamps up there to the empty apartments. I quickly looked at the lamps to pick out the one I wanted for my own to put with my treasured book.

I took my book and walked into my apartment where my children and my Father were all sitting on stools which were against each of the four walls.

I was still by the door, sitting on my own stool and feeling a pressure on my stomach. then it seemed like something warm, wet, and then hot was running out my bottom and it wasn't pee.

I started to feel afraid as the feeling got stronger, wet and hot on bottom. I looked down and a trail of blood was running down my legs onto the floor.

I was thinking, "Oh! My God! My period." Here I was with all these boys and my Father.

Then more blood ran down my legs, hot and wet and I thought I was going to bleed to death. My fear was rising and the pressure was getting stronger on my stomach.

Having given birth to six children, I recognized this feeling, I knew my water had broken and I was going to have a baby.

I called out, "Mother!!!! Mother!!!!" As I did, a stronger gush of water came out of me. This was no normal birth. No human being ever had this much fluid come out of them and live. I wondered why I wasn't passing out. Finally . one huge gush of fluid came out of me and flooded the entire room 4 inches deep. I was shocked. All I could do is scream, MOTHER!!!!!!!!!!"

NOTE: Strange coincidences occurred after I had this dream. I got out my tape of Close Encounters of the 3rd kind to watch to match the tones. Then I watched the movie STARGATE. The model of the Stargate hanging up on a table as a model had the same pattern as the room I was in that made the stones sing. I also had a dream in which I was told that the ETs I work with are from Zeta-Orionus. Also, the beasts of burden from the above dream was very similar to the beast of burden in the STARGATE movie. (Read RA story from Edgar Cayce) STARGATE movie said that this other planet was in the K___gian galaxy. (I haven't looked that up)


9-29-98 - DREAM - I and Joe were living in a two story house. (Seemed like Milwaukee) My daughter came to visit, bringing her daughter with her. I noted that my daughter was wearing blue and purple clothing and I told Joe that showed what her aura looked like. Joe said to her, "You ought to wear red clothes, that's more sexual." Then he left the room.

She looked rather stunned. I apologized to her that he had said that and told her that he didn't mean anything bad by that. She started to cry and said that he had hurt her feelings.

I started to explain the colors of the chakras of the body by using rectangles of those same colors on the floor. They looked like flags. I actually explained in in an odd way.

I used the analogy of European country flags and said:

______ purple and white flag means the 'crown chakra'

______ indigo and white flag means the 'third eye chakra'

______ blue and white flag means the 'throat chakra'

______ green and white flag means the 'heart chakra'

I then showed her a silver square on the floor by the kitchen cabinet. I said, "Everyone knows that means "Don't touch".

We went upstairs then because I had to change clothes myself and so did her daughter. Her daughter was wearing a blue/gray dress and I thought a green one would be pretty on her. We were looking through the clothes which were piled on the floor next to the bed. A toy green frog suddenly jumped up in the air and did a little dance. It was kind of cute.

The little girl grabbed a blue dress, pulled it over her head and ran outside without putting underpants on, jumped on her bike which looked like the big wheel kind of the early 1900's and road it out into the street. I saw out the window that a boy, dressed in brown pants and shirt on another bicycle dashed right after her.

My daughter and I ran outside to get her back into the house because she wasn't wearing any underwear. My daughter grabbed her daughter off of her bike and carried her back into the house. I followed behind her. Then my daughter said, "My daughter said she's afraid of your green frog."

I assured her that it was just a toy frog and that it was harmless. I told her, "If Grandpa isn't in the bed, I'll get the frog out of the room." I tiptoed upstairs and the bed was empty, so I began hunting for the frog and my daughter's daughter rummaged through the clothes on the floor and put on a brown pair of corduroy clacks with a white top.

It wasn't the color I would have chosen for her, but we let her go play in that outfit. She was still very young.

I couldn't find the toy frog amongst the clothes, so I kept looking and found it stuffed down in a basket of laundry. My Father had trussed it up with orange ribbon so it looked like a ball of green and orange with frog eyes. We just laughed at it. The frog was no danger to anyone.  

NOTE: I had fallen asleep feeling like I had had a cold coming on and I had been sneezing off and on for a couple days. but when I woke up from this dream, I felt fine.


9-30-98 - DREAM - I was in a huge building that was like work/home/school all in one place. I thought I was on 70th St., but my Father's house was across the street which was 16th St.

The starting scene was outside in the yard. I was looking at the beautiful rose bushes but there was a small animal laying on top of one of the branches. It was about 6" long, laying sprawled on top of the branch. There was a little white box there just big enough for the animal to fit in, so I thought I'd capture the animal and put him in a cage and keep him for a pet. I didn't get a real good look at his head, but it seemed he'd be kind of cute.

I slipped the box over him quickly but he squirmed out too fast, but he didn't run away. I thought he was the kind of animal that liked the dark, so I decided to try once more. So, I quickly shifted the box and the box kind of broke because the animal was trying to escape and I ended up sandwiching the box and the animal with his head and feet sticking out on every side and I was hanging on for dear life with my thumbs so hard, my thumbs were hurting from the pressure. I was surprised the animal wasn't screaming in pain from me squeezing him. I hollered to my son Tom to quickly go get me a bigger box or cage to put it in. Tom came back in a moment with a cage about 1 1/2 x 1 1/2 feet. I saw a couple holes that looked a little big between a couple of the wires and sure enough, when I released the animal into the cage, it immediately escaped and we couldn't find it again.

We went inside the building then and we were getting ready to go to school. I thought I would take a treat to class and was looking in the pantry for something really good, especially something I liked myself. I also needed a dish to put it in and found a rectangle-shaped platter about 6" across the long way that was a creamy color and had roses painted on it. I intended to take a selection of my favorite chocolates to school with me. I saw a huge bag of chocolates with white centers there on the shelf, but I knew they were chewy and I didn't want to take that kind, but the sweet, soft, melt in your hands kind.

As I was walking along the hallway of the building, the young boys there were going over different hobbies they were working on which they had said they got at a rummage sale down the hall. I found that I couldn't carry the platter with the chocolates without messing them up if I was going to go to the rummage sale, so I decided to take the chocolates across the street to my Fathers house and leave them there instead.

When I got across the street, my mother was in bed resting and my daughter was watching TV. It was a rather strange TV. The picture was like on slats that overlapped and reversed so you could flip a switch and watch the backside of the slats if you wanted and watch a different picture. The picture was rather dark, so I didn't spend much time with it. It was too hard to watch.

I noticed it was time to get to school anyway. My sons Tom and Michael were there too and we all went to different schools. I went to 20th St. school, Michael went to school on Center and 12th St., and Tom went to school by bus on 13th and Michigan (he said a different name that I knew was where Michigan St really is south of Wisconsin Ave. The name he said started with the letter F) My school was west, Michaels school was east, and Tom's school was south. We were all trying to find our proper winter coats because it was cold and snowy out.

I looked at the clock and it was 10 minutes past 9 a.m. I hollered, "Oh man! I was supposed to be there 10 minutes ago."

NOTE: Just then our alarm clock went off and I woke up. I asked Joe what time it was. It was 3:40 a.m. I asked him if it was supposed to have been set for 3:30 a.m. and he said,"Yes! so the amount of lateness was the same.



In this dream I was 18 years old. I felt and looked the part of a very successful young woman.

I was in a classroom in a school and we were studying mini-dreams, that is dreams within dreams.

My teacher was a very successful woman in her own right, and mothered me and I felt close to her. She had a close relationship with my Father as well and she was very wise. (My Father represents God)

When we left the classroom, the three of us all walked down the street arm within arm  with each other, my Father on my left, and the teacher on the right of me. We all realized that as successful as it seemed I was, that I would have to relive all the childhood events I missed out on in order to be truly successful in life. I felt truly fortunate to have such understanding mentors who loved me enough to allow me to do that.


10-22-98 - DREAM - I was on my way home from somewhere and kept meeting people on the street. They were all asking questions and wanting to make appointments and asking advice. (I meet the best looking, hunkiest young guys in my dreams. :-) )

Anyway, I told the last guy on 16th St. to call and make an appointment. The number was 679-0964 (That was one of my old phone numbers in the physical) I walked the rest of the way down the street to my house and there was melting snow and snow bridges I knew were too dangerous to walk over and various slippery paths to take. I finally chose the shortest narrowest path and went up the steps and went into the house.

Inside the house my Father had Becky (my ex-daughter-in-law) over completely backwards until her head was on the floor. I felt sorry for her, but I could see he planned to pick her up and straighten her out. (Neat metaphor for the truth)


10-23-98 - DREAM - I was at my mother and father's house. My mother wanted to go visit "Paul" who was like our supervisor in life. We went out the front door and I saw that there was a lot of mail in my mailbox which was separate from their mailbox. I said to my my mother, "Oh! There is a lot of mail in my mailbox." My mother said, "Yes! Your father already yelled at me for not giving it to you." (She still hadn't given it to me) So, I took out the mail and there was a lot of mail and it included computer run-off sheets from my job which I needed to do my work. So, I took the mail with me. I asked my mother if I could drive her to Paul's house which was on 15th St., just one block over. I knew at that point I would have to drive her there and then make a U turn to go to work back up the same way we had come.

As we walked across the street to the car, I saw it was a brown station wagon. My mother and I got into the car and I was shocked because we both got into the back seat. That felt really stupid, so I got back out of the car, carefully watching the traffic go by. It was a one way street. It was now dark outside. All the cars were driving on the left side of the road with their lights on, and were all turning left at the next corner on Center St. which is a T shaped intersection.

As I got back out of the car into the street. (I think it was brown) I carefully went over to get it, worried that a car might hit me, but there wasn't much chance of that. There was nobody driving in the 'right' lane. I picked up the blanket and then got into the car in the driver's seat. I looked over at the passenger side and saw many straps to hold the passenger in the car and it went through my mind that I wondered why my mother didn't drive the car and she sat in the back seat.

I then pulled out of the parking space and drove up the street in the right lane. It was now daylight again and the car was now black with a silver stripe. The hood of the car was loose and flopping up and down way up in the air and I couldn't see where I was going.

I started to make a right turn. There were people on the sidewalk and people in the street and my car was now a big silver bus. As soon as I could see from this higher perspective, as the bus driver I could see that I had turned the corner way too sharply and had driven over the curb half up on the sidewalk. At the same time, a woman I used to know but can't remember her name, was trying to cross the street to get to my side on the right and she and my bus were trying to be in the same space at the same time. I didn't really hit her, but I was in her way and she was in my way. She got all mad and went walking west on Center St. the way she had come from. There were dividers in the street about 1 1/2 feet high and she walked out in the street walking down that dividing line, looking back and yelled at me, "You only think of herself." I knew that wasn't true, but knew I had made a bad turn and had to keep going.

So, we got to 'Paul's' house on 15th St. I don't remember seeing him there, but it felt like I was at home. I don't recall dropping my mother off and I don't recall seeing her after I got into the driver's seat of the car.

In Paul's house, we decided to give a birthday party for someone. There were other people here but I don't know who. Instead of having the party at the house, we decided to have it at a restaurant around the corner on 16th and Center. I knew that the guests would be giving gifts to the birthday person and I, in turn was going to give a gift to the gift givers.

There was going to be 5 women there and I picked out 4 flowering plants and a candle standing in a wine bottle top. The candle wasn't lit and it kept falling over so I couldn't give it for a gift. I asked my son Tom to help me carry the plants over to the restaurant. (I guess I didn't worry too much what the 5th person was going to get)

We got to the restaurant (The Inn?) and the man in charge said he didn't have a reservation for us and there was no room for us, so we had to go out into the parking lot to have the party.

(I have no recall of the party or of going to work, though I'm pretty sure I did)


10-30-98 - DREAM - I was laying in bed and Taylar and a girl named Cynthia came in. Cynthia had lost $20 and was looking for it over by Joe's dresser. Cynthia's Father came to the door to talk to her. She wanted the $20 right away. Her Father told her she would have to wait until the bank opened up. She didn't want to wait until the bank opened.

Taylar was concerned that it was going to rain. I saw the a cloud bank was coming in and had covered half the sky, but the other half was blue. I bet her that it wasn't going to rain today.


10-29-98 - DREAM - Joe and I lived in a 1st floor apartment and were moving from an inner apartment to an outer apartment facing the street. I was pregnant and miscarried a baby and blood and water gushed out of me and down my legs. A woman dressed in white helped me clean up. The next morning I had to go to work but there was a spanish-looking woman with a lot of curly hair who had to take a shower before me, so I knew i was going to be late. I could tell later that she had taken her shower because he curls were tighter. While she took her shower, I washed my hair in the sink and noted that my hair was curly also, but short.

I also noted that I couldn't go to work without taking a shower because I had blood on the insides of my slacks and on my pink socks.

I was supposed to be at work at 8 a.m.. but I knew I'd be late. But that was okay because while I was late, the mailman brought 3 birthday cards for someone who lived with us and he wouldn't have gotten those cards if I hadn't been there.

VISION: After I woke up, I saw the words 10 = KING.

NOTE: 10 = 360 degree Gematrian wheel of 36 degrees each.

10 = On the Tree Of Life which has 10 spheres, the bottom sphere is named

Malkuth/The Kingdom, which is the Earth. See "Tree of Life Crop Circle Formation"

10 = The base harmonic of the earth is 10 hertz (CPS)

10 = The Father God Anu


10-30-98 - DREAM - (I had this exact same dream twice). I was inside a pyramid in the darkness. I saw a brown see-thru box open up and heard this poem::

A grave opened up

The light shone forth

" name " arose
(the name was not understood by me)

And saved the world


The dream is about the Christ being in the physical (brown box). Because it was a "see-thru" lid, the Christ is here now and can be perceived by some. The grave is that which was hidden is being revealed to man, that is , mankind can know the Christ as he is and more importantly knowing the Christ within man himself. The light of Christ will save the world because when you have that awareness within yourself your relationship to God and your fellow man will change dramatically for the better.

It is very important that mankind does not have its fixation on the personality of Jesus because the impersonality of Christ will pass by them. Our Father does not work to man's expectations but rather His own Precious Will.

God Love you.



11-7-98 - DREAM - I was in New Berlin. I went home to pick up my mail because I hadn't been there in a long time. My ex-husband was there and as soon as I got there, he went upstairs. I went outside for some reason and was going to go to the mail box to make sure I had all the mail. I went back into the house and many old relatives were there. I asked where Jim was and they said he had left to go to be with his father...a pause and then they said..."in Oregon."

(It wasn't until I woke up that I realized the implications of that, that he was going to die.)

After that I went upstairs and I was seeing a long, narrow piece of paper similar to a grocery store tape where the charges are listed and at the top it listed the people who would sit in judgment upon death. On the top it said, "Father!" then below that was a list of 7 "cousins" none of which had real names, but were more on the order of iixxx, iiLL, ixiL, etc. except one I recall was MSNB which was in the middle of the list of 7.


11-18-98 - DREAM - (I believe this was an implanted dream from the spirit realm) Thought I recall the activities of the dreams that were implanted, I knew it was the concepts I was being instructed in.

The moment I woke up the second time, I had a vision of a bulls-eye and the words 'TARGET VALUE' were superimposed over it, then the center of the bulls-eye burst open and 3 little yellow ducks were born.

In the first dream, I had a meeting with all the other linked web-page designed from my site. We were going to be planning the future. One man brought his little old father with him and though he wasn't going to be part of the planning, there was a place for him to play games with other little old fathers.

In the second dream I was constructing my own car with the initial "D" on the door, so it wasn't just a car, it was my vehicle. The instruction booklet for the door said it should take 5 seconds to put together. I thought I was doing a good job, but it took me 15 seconds to do it instead.


12-1-98 - MICHELE DREAM - I was with Michele on top of Mount Rainier. I was telling of prophecy and danger of how a huge earthquake would come and the dam that held the water back would break loose and rush down the flumes too fast for it to handle.

We were on one side of the flumes where the water would spill over and there was only one way to get to the other side...which was by a special bridge that my Father had made. She said that the bridge was made in a very strange place high up on the mountain. I told her that one day we would be glad it was there.


12-8-98 - DREAM - The dream started out at a huge company I work at. They had done some remodeling so you couldn't walk straight down the hallway anymore. The area right next to mine was now like a receptionist area, plushly carpeted and it smelled wonderful, kind of perfumy. It had become my responsibility to make sure that everyone got a Christmas present. I discovered that there was still a lot of work going on in the company, the immense filing rooms and engineering rooms were now off to either side of this perfumed smelling room and it was all separated from walk-thru traffic by a huge wall.

I began to call people to come in and pick out a present. None of them were wrapped, they could choose exactly what they wanted. My cousin Shirley was there. she was always my favorite cousin. She said she really didn't want a new present...she wanted a silver dish rack that had been left behind by a girl who had moved out. I told her that after everyone left for the day she should go ahead and take it. No one would miss it and when a new person moved in they would never know it had ever been there. She said, "Well I really don't need to take that one, I could just get one out of the storage room. when people move out and leave stuff behind, we put it in storage for 2 years. I said, "What? I've been working here since 1973 and I didn't know there was an area like that." She said, "Well, where are you at 2 a.m.? That's when we have the auctions every 2 years."

I was absolutely dumbfounded to think that this had been going on so long and I hadn't known about it.

I went back to my computer again to look at Bruce Cathie's work. He had a link number 45 and when you clicked on it, it listed all the subjects he had written about.

Then I discovered that my father was in a rest home in California, that he hadn't actually died like I thought. He had decided when his creative days were done and all he could do was observe what was going on, he had gone to a rest home in California. Since I had moved to California, I wondered if it possible I could go visit him.

I looked on my father's link on the computer. It was #56. I clicked on it and instead of a printed list of subjects he was responsible for, pages of colorful circles appeared, each one with a picture of the subject matter it concerned. I could hardly wait to start look at those.


12-10-98 - DREAM - I was at my New Berlin house it seemed. We were working on the house to make it look better. Some people came to the house who were interested in making some money. I thought the work on the house would go faster if we paid them to pain the walls and pillars, etc. and make it look prettier. But since my Father was the one with the money, we had to get his permission. My Father wasn't home at the time so we had to wait for him to return. I had a vision in my head of a beautiful house, bright and shiny with paint and wallpaper.

Then my Father came home and began assigning the work jobs to those willing to work. He told them to go out in the back with a shovel and wheelbarrow and dig gravel from the hill and bring it down into the yard and fill in the low spots so it would be more even.

I was so disappointed and I experienced DEJAVU to my childhood experience where I spent weekends for 10 summers doing exactly the same thing at our lake cottage. Every weekend, our chore was to get at least 5 coaster wagons full of gravel and fill in the low spots. He could easily have afforded to have a truck and have the whole yard landscaped all at once like the neighbors yards were that were now 2 feet higher than ours. But our yard was still wild with grass and natural plants and trees while theirs had rock hard dirt and weeds and no trees at all.


12-14-98 - DREAM - I lived on the East side of Milwaukee. There was a lot of junk on top of an old silver sink sitting on a diagonal on the corner. There was a lot of junk on it. Several people came by who I knew. I helped them pick out things they might need like a big can opener.

I went to my apartment, there were lots of people there. They were all in process of sorting things out. A little boy baby I was caring for needed his diapers changed. When I took off his diaper which was like see-thru plastic. There was more poop showing outside than there was inside the diaper.

My ex-husband showed up...he sat in a bathtub full of soap water in the kitchen. He looked pale and weak. He said he had contracted some kind of disease that started with the letter "M" but sounded like "Bosnia". I can't remember what it was. He said he was getting better.

He went upstairs then and I followed him but was waylayed by a little girl I was taking care of who wanted to take her toys upstairs to play with. I let her take her toys upstairs to play with. I let her take a table and some books, but I wouldn't let her take any of her red-plastic gardening tools. I told her they belonged outside.

Then my father showed up in a 1922 Model T. It needed some repairs, but it was huge and it ran perfect. I was thinking maybe he'd let me drive it. It had some rusty grid-like parts on the roof but was as big as a room in a house inside.


12-18-98 - DREAM - Joe and I were in bed sleeping in one of the bedrooms I grew up in as a child. The door was closed. I heard a noise by the door and immediately felt scared. I crept out of bed and snatched open the door. There was no one there. The light was on in my Father's room so I went across the hall and a young Chinese girl was just crawling into my Father's bed. (I did not see him in bed with her.) She was all upset. I asked her what was wrong. She showed me a note she had received. It said something about a man with a beard had been seen with a young white boy and now the government wasn't going to pay the Indian Tribes rent.

I didn't understand that. She was still upset so I asked her if she wanted to crawl into bed with me. She said, "No!" so I left the room.

For some reason I went into the other bedroom I slept in as a child. The door was closed and I was down on my knees doing something on the floor and I heard a noise by the door and got all scared again. Since I was right by the door I snatched it open and there was no one there. But the light was on in my Father's room soo I went across the hall and the Chinese girl was just crawling into my Father's bed. She was all upset. I asked her what was wrong. She said that she had been accused of taking 9 different kinds of cheese. I hadn't heard of more than 7, so I didn't understand that. I again asked her if she wanted to crawl into bed with me. she said, "No!" I left the room and when I opened the door to my own room I woke up.


12-20-98 - DREAM - Someone called me on the phone and voiced concern that I seemed to know an awful lot of information. She was concerned that someone who was up to no good was giving me the information and they were concerned for my safety. (The name Cynthia Turnage Meriweather was mentioned) I didn't think I knew all that much and went about my business. I went into another room where a young man told me that he had a visitor in his room. He didn't know who she was or what she wanted so I decided to just walk in unannounced and see what was going on. When I went into the room there was a woman laying in the bed and when I asked her a question, she flipped back the blanket and there was a young man, perhaps as young as a teen and a very young girl maybe about 3 years old or less.

It was the young girl who was the most vocal and told me I was in trouble for knowing too much. She too said the name Cynthia Turnage..this time the last name also started with Meri____ and I started to say Weatherman instead.

I left the room and I again got a phone call from the original woman. She now had her Father with her and again they voiced concern for my safety and again said the name Cynthia Turnage Weatherman like a website I was at the other day about radar.

I then went outside to use the outhouse and as I was going across the yard a light flashed on the ground at my feet. I looked up in the sky and two large lighted flying craft. They were going in different directions. One was an airplane. I wasn't sure what the other light was. I said to someone, if they had seen the light on the ground? They said they had. It seemed to a signal of some kind. I went into the outhouse to pee and guess who showed up to take her turn right after me! Cynthia Turnage!

NOTE: I don't know Cynthia Turnage and have not read her work. There is next to nothing on-line about her. But, I understand she believes in the Zechariah Sitchin version of E.T.s


12-29-98 - DREAM - I was living on Jackson St. It seemed that I had been ill or in the hospital and the maintenance crew and some other people had packed all my stuff to move me from apartment 118 to apartment 311 or 310. They even had an entire outfit in white for me to change into before I moved upstairs.

I also had to go to the bathroom before I moved upstairs.

One of the maintenance men went with me when I went upstairs. It was obvious I was managing the building and picking up little pieces of trash as I went. On the 3rd floor, two little girls had arranged a series of stones and rocks on the carpet where it wasn't fastened down even on the floor. This was their way of protesting the imperfection of the carpet. I picked up all the stones and rocks and carried them to my apartment.

I wanted to go to the grocery store but my Father was making a speech in the Great Hall and I didn't want him to know I wasn't listening to it, so I was trying to plan how I could get to my car in the parking lot without him seeing me.


12-30-98 - DREAM - I was at home (not anywhere I've ever lived) A lot of people were there of all ages. I had to clean up after everyone, continuously pick up their toys. I could never catch up. I worked all the time. I got so frustrated I told the kids I was going to throw away all the toys.

I barely had a trail to walk through the house. Nobody ever picked up anything. I asked where the toy box was. It was laying over on it's side. When I righted it, it was full already. There was nowhere left to put anything.

There was a pretty green settee-type sofa out in the middle of the room that someone had given me. I thought it would look nice along the wall, so went to move the plants and other furniture to make room for it. As soon as I touched it, it all fell apart and it was only a big flat board on top of a dozen chairs. There were only two of each type of chair and they all had rounded backs so I couldn't balance the board on top of it.

The main thing I noticed was my tall lamp stand. It was as tall as I was. The light wasn't lit, but I made sure the bulb worked, then continued on with trying to get the board balanced. As soon as the chairs were there, they filled up with people. I tried to get my son to cut off the tops of a couple chair so I could balance the board easier but he was busy doing something else.

My mother must have gone down the street and saw some guy doing something he wasn't supposed to. His red-headed daughter came to the door to apologize for him. I didn't even know who she was. Then while I was standing there talking to her, several of her friends came and they were all excitedly talking about going somewhere exciting to meditate. They were very effusive about it and right up in my face. I excused myself because I had so much work to do, envying their leisure time to meditate.

Then my Father came home from work and he told me he was taking my mother and a friend to go see some famous meditator on stage.

My Father's big black shiny car was sitting in my garage which was so full of stuff that there was no way to drive it out. So I quickly volunteered to clean the stuff out of the garage so my Father could drive the car out. But my Father got the car out by magic and I was still left with all the work. There was no end to the work. Everyone else was out meditating and I just stood there with all the endless work.


1-2-99 - DREAM - I was with my mother and took her to a house on a hill that belonged to a woman who looked like my Aunt Ida who was on vacation. My mother was supposed to be taking care of the place in the woman's absence. We had left for an hour, but left the kids playing there and in an hour they really made a big mess.

We were already cleaning it up with my Father's help when the woman (Ida) showed up. She was very upset but I was working hard.

My Father provided brooms and we were sweeping straw out of the foyer that belonged to the donkey's bedding outside.

Then too, the floor was very dusty around the edges and I used a small headed vacuum cleaner want that picked up the dust and polished the red and black tile floor. It was very tedious but it was polishing up really well.

Kevin, from 'One Life to Live' showed up to help and he said he sued to be a sailor and he used a string mop and gave the floor an extra high polish.


1-2-99 - DREAM - I was cleaning my Father's mansion. It was a humongous U shaped building. It was actually like a left facing U. My apartment was at the bottom of the U spot and my daughter came to visit. I didn't want to open the door at the bottom of the U, so I went down the left arm of the building where there was a tall 9 foot tall door of heavy oak wood. I opened the door.There was a courtyard and instead of stairs there were like green-terraced steps down into the courtyard. That was the only door I felt I could open to her.


1-20-99 - DREAM/NIGHTMARE - I was at my Father's lake cottage. Though my Father had spent many years working on the cottage and the landscaping, it had never been completed before he got heart disease, was sick for several years and finally passed on.

There was so much work left to do , it seemed an impossible task, but even I pitched in to help with the landscaping, digging with a shovel, whatever there was to do, actually everyone pitched in.

Long before the work was done, a tragic accident occurred and a man who came to volunteer came sliding in, down the road, on his stomach. I couldn't bear to look at his injuries. His skin was shredded on the gravel. He had slid so far, all his clothes had shredded off. I expected an ambulance to be called, but he wouldn't give in, and he insisted on working right alongside the other two men who were there which was Joe the maintenance man and one other smaller man.

After the man shredded his skin and was injured, the other two men stayed with him while he was healing, they also took off their clothes and balanced themselves on the ground on their hands and feet sprawled out but not touching the ground like a turtle without shells.

There three men worked together as a team. What one would do, the others would try to outdo him. The camaraderies, the friendship, the work ethic, nothing was too good to sacrifice.

Finally, there was one task left to do. They had to balance the foundation of the porch before the last of the concrete could be poured to make it level. They had exhausted themselves, their tools were used up, they only had one tool left each to use and I saw each one reach in front of themselves to use their penis to balance the porch. One on each outside edge, the house itself being the 4th balance point.

I couldn't watch. I was shocked with disbelief that these men would give so much of themselves, of their energy, that they would sacrifice even their penises was too much and I ran away so I didn't have to see it happen.

However, then the cottage was complete, the landscaping was complete and I came back to look at this masterpiece those three men had sacrificed everything for.

I began to look through the house. It was perfect inside. The workmanship was far more outstanding than anything I had ever seen before. I went to the kitchen where new cabinets had been installed. Everything was perfect. Just like all women, we love a lot of cabinet space in the kitchen, so I began opening drawers and testing them. I saw a bread board which slid out from within the cabinet and saw that it was labeled "Masquerade". The label was beautifully and masterfully painted with flowers detailed around the letters. Even that was perfect. But something about the name terrified me. I became too frightened to open anymore cabinets, expecting that the sacrifice the men had made for my Father's house was so great that the man had even sacrificed their entire bodies and that I would find their bodies embedded in the cabinet wall or in the floor itself.

Then I saw the man who had slid in on his stomach and it appeared that his skin had healed. He was now fully dressed. I was admiring him and telling him how much I appreciated the sacrifices he and the other two men made. When I was talking to him, I noted that there was no bulge in the front of his pants, and their appeared to be scar tissue on his stomach over the area where his shirt gapped open. He said, "Let me show you how much I sacrificed for your Father's house, and reached for the zipper on his trousers.

I suddenly realized he had sacrificed even this treasured manhood for my Father's house, and I couldn't bear to look at it, so I turned and ran away. He insisted he wanted me to see his ultimate sacrifice and I wanted no part of that so I ran and ran and ran with him chasing me. I finally ran outside and was running down the street with him after me to show me his sacrifice. The dream turned surrealistic and alongside me were animals chasing each other...the larger ones chasing the smaller ones...in the order of the food chain. right alongside me was a brown dog chasing a squirrel. They were running so fast, I could see the outline of their speed delineated in the wind, then even a squirrel chased a mouse, on down to the smallest insect. All were running the same direction, seemingly East, all to devour their prey.

That's what I felt like now too, like I was the prey of the man. I ran as far as I could and came to the ocean's edge. There was nowhere left to run, so I jumped in the water and began to swim out to sea.

I turned over on my back, treading water and doing the back stroke, hoping I was safe, but I wasn't. The man jumped into the water after me and swam after me. There was nowhere left to go. I turned to see where I was and saw that I wasn't actually in an endless ocean, I was in an enclosed pool. But there was one more place I could hide. I saw that there was a doorway to a private enclosed pool that had brown wooden walls and I swam through the door into the last pool room. As I entered the pool, still swimming, I saw there was nowhere left to run, nowhere to hide and I would be forced to see the ultimate sacrifice of the man.

I was so terrified I forced my eyes open. I wasn't even breathing, my heart was pounding, the skin on my arms burned from the effort of the swimming. I just lay there in the dark, my eyes wide open, refusing to close them and go back into the dream. I finally calmed down, but there was no way I was going to close my eyes again.


1-21-99 - DREAM - (I can't remember why I had to move but I did. It's the circumstances that are strange.)

I was going to move my stuff to my New Berlin house but I found out that my husband had moved too. He had moved to a different house.

I decided to call ahead to make sure someone was home. My son Tom told me he'd make the call, but he ended up calling the Father's house whose name was Arthur who lived at 10002 when my husband had actually moved to 10004 with his girlfriend Ruth. I was shocked to hear it was the church on the corner where they were living.

I told my son Tom that I would just take a couple boxes on this trip and I'd drive myself because no one else was available to help. As we were driving along I discovered that the sky was fake and we were really in a big room and I proved it by taking a spoon and scraping it down the wall and sky peeled off the walls like creamy cake frosting.

When I got to my ex-husband's new "church' house, he wasn't there...he was back at the old New Berlin house, but my daughter was there and she let me in.


1-14-99 - DREAM - This was a totally sad dream. A job I had done for a woman was over and I was being let go. I actually don't know what I did there at this large company except that I made a web page. Everyone seemed to be angry at me for something I had said but nobody would tell me what I had said. The boss I worked for never told me how much I was earning and I had no money. The room I spent the nights in was a bathroom that I was locked in. One woman who felt sorry for me slipped two dollar bills, some dimes and a small pile of used stamps under the door to try to help me out.

I managed to get out of the building at one point and went walking down the street. A farmer had left a small wagon with the last of his harvest by the side of the road for anyone to take. I looked in the one bag.Everything in it was unripe. I saw tomatoes, bananas, and corn, all so far from ripe they couldn't be eaten. Also in the cart were many watermelons which I didn't bother to look at because I wouldn't eat it anyway.

As I was walking away again an old man I knew from Milwaukee picked up the bag to take it home. My daughter-in-law Becky came along and took it away from him. At that point I picked up the bag again and everything was hot like it had been on a barbecue.

I went back to the office to get whatever was there I could take with me. I saw two coats, one brown tweed and one brown fur. I left both of them there. I was looking at the desk to see if there was anything there and a young girl came up to me so angry at me for what I had said. She got so angry she started to cry. I went over to her and put my arm around her shoulder while she cried. I saw she was pregnant...maybe 4 or 5 months. I had my hand on her stomach and her baby was kicking really hard. I asked her what was the matter. She said, "You told me he didn't love me." She was speaking of the father of the baby. I said, "No! I never said he didn't love you. You ARE loved!" At this point her skin was very dark. I felt she represented another time and place. She said, "I thought I had nothing left to live for." Just then her baby kicked her again really hard and she got a big smile on her face and she knew she could live for the baby.

I went over to a table and sat down to contemplate what I was going to do next.

A short swarthy man and his short swarthy cohort came over and asked if I had another job to go to. I said, "No!" He said, "What were you paid here?" I said I didn't know. He said, "That's what I figured. I have a job for you.!" I said, "Oh?" He said, "Yes! I'll pay you ____" (like lira or some other foreign currency) It sounded better than nothing to me. I agreed that it was okay. I said, "You want to give me your business card so I know where to go?" He handed me the card. It said, "Frank's Part Time Delivery Service." The address was on it and I was trying to make it out but I knew then as I held the card that it was a cover for something else and I started having visions of what I was really up against. I saw LUXAN as the place I would work and that my job was SPY and I saw CD, and then the logos of hundreds of companies I would be expected to spy on.

I woke up as these logos continued to flash in front of me.


1-28-99 - DREAM - I was sitting on the couch in the livingroom of a house holding what I thought was a large reddish brown pillow on my lap and stroking the top edge. The pillow morphed into the shape of a horse which surprised me but I continued to stroke its head. Then I got the thought that the horse would be hungry and need some grass and a place to go potty so I put a leash on him like a dog and he led the way towards the back of the house where the door to the backyard was.

He got way out ahead of me and kept going into some wrong rooms, and other people kept getting in the way and he, himself kept morphing into other people disguises so nobody would now who he was.

I ended up at a small park where people were gathering and I sat on a white lounge chair I was wearing shorts with my left leg crossed over the right.

One of my sons friends were there at a much younger age than they currently are. The kid was about 6, an ugly little twerp and a brat. His father 'Glen' sat next to me on the left in the same position I was, very close and I could feel love feelings then on that side coming from him. I wondered where his wife was.

His young son, the ugly one, had something white in his hands and was dressed all in white and he announced to the crowd, "If I was the saviour, this is what I would do." He had this white thing in his hands which he blew into and it expanded like a big triangular fan and he rose into the air over the crowd. I could see there were almost invisible boards and he was walking on them so it looked like he was floating in the air. Nobody else could see this but me. He began to speak to the crowd about love and humanity.

Meanwhile a young woman sat on the ground facing away from him. She was wearing a yellow dress and crying. Her breasts were hanging out of her dress and her mother was trying to comfort her.

Glen started backing up. I assumed so that he wouldn't interfere with the situation or embarrass the girl. He kept backing up though the girl was calming down and her breasts were now covered. Finally he backed up so far he was gone.

The little ugly son continued to preach to the crowd and old people were gathering. He asked them to sit in a circle which they did and an old woman asked to join the circle so they let her in. The words, "Let the circle be unbroken' came into my head. But the circle broke as soon as the old woman joined it and the ugly son came down from his perch and disappeared like his father had.

A man wearing a black shirt came and sat on the ground to my right and began speaking in a loud voice. The voice was deep bass and pleasant to hear, but obviously was not saying what anyone wanted to hear and people began to leave.

I was so distressed that when I hard thunder and saw dark clouds I used that as an excuse to get up from my chair and move way from him. I looked up at the sky along with another woman. There were dark, broken clouds overhead, but I could see there was another cloud layer up higher and from behind a hill which I could now see now that I was standing up, a huge storm cloud was coming and it was rumbling ominously as it slowly came towards us.

I turned around then and saw that there were 4 men in black sitting next to where I had been, two to the left, and two to the right, all smoking a cigarette and the ends of the cigarettes were glowing with an odd blue light.

The crowd had already dispersed and we left the men in black sitting there on the ground.

I decided to go to the bathroom in the pavilion before I went home and went inside. I had been here before so I knew where the ladies bathroom was, but when I got there, they had remodeled it, and nurses dressed in white were preparing for some kind of program where they were going to give everyone mass inoculations for something.

There was a sign there that said, "Happy Birthday December 18th" and I thought to myself. "Well, they are a little late." and the date was wrong because my birthday was Dec. 26th. Nevertheless I went past the nurses to find the bathroom and saw that there was a line of young girls all dressed in white standing in line and I didn't want to wait. They all looked like patients in a hospital anyway and this place didn't seem like the place I wanted to be.

So, I headed back towards the exit which was now barricaded by a purple rope like they use to control crowds in a movie theatre. Another young woman there got the same idea I did to leave and she held up the rope and I scooted under it. I said, "I think I can make it home and use the bathroom there." she said the same thing and we headed out the door and I woke up.


2-1-99 - DREAM - I found myself at the end of the driveway at my Father's lake cottage. I had three pair of shoes in front of me on the ground, of which I had to choose in order to walk up the path to the house because it was stony and rough. While I stood there, deciding which pair of shoes to put on, my son came running out of the house, saw me there, then ran back in to tell my Father that I was there.

What was troubling me though, was that I had no memory of how I had gotten there. I knew my way there like I know my own hand because I had made the trip hundreds of times before, and I thought back along the route in my mind and couldn't remember having actually driving there. It was like I had walked out the door at home and appeared here at the end of the driveway of my Father's house. I didn't even remember that much. What was worse, was that someone was following me out there to my Father's house. How could they follow me if they didn't know how I got there, nor which way to go on their own?


2-5-99 - DREAM - My father was very ill and my mother was taking care of him. However, when I went to visit, my mother wouldn't let me see him. She said he was upstairs taking a nap. This went on for several days and I was getting more and more upset that I couldn't see my Father.

Finally, I met my mother away from the house and my Father wasn't with her. My sister was with my mother. I demanded that I be allowed to see my Father. I was afraid that my mother had either killed him or starved him to death. But, my sister insisted that he was alive and she was a witness to it. (My sister is a Jehovah's Witness) I was screaming at her that they had better let me see my Father, that I was going to show up at the house and if I couldn't see him, there was going to be trouble because I would call the cops and demand visitation. My sister insisted that my Father was okay and showed me his food which was stored in the basement. The shelves and bins were full of green grain. I looked pretty awful to me, but my sister said that if my Father didn't want the grain (cereal) they gave him whatever fruit (of the vine) that he wanted.

I went in the house upstairs and my sister showed me my Father's bed. It was like a cot with mosquito netting over it. It looked and felt like a jail. My sister said the only thing my Father insisted on during the day was to make sure the window was open so he could get fresh air and light.

I wasn't satisfied. It felt claustrophobic in the bed and I still hadn't seen my Father.

I seemed to be in charge of the building my Mother and Father lived in and I heard a complain out in the hallway that there was rock n roll music coming from the attic. I kinda thought to myself, "Oops!" I had forgotten that a music troop was rehearsing up there for a pageant and I had forgotten to tell them what hours to play or not play. I planned to go right up there to tell them to quit practicing but time rather slipped away and I forgot about it.

I went through this little exercise outside where my three sons slid down off a ladder by a black car and I carried them around on my back. That was kinda fun. I didn't want to be left out of the fun part of life.

However, then we went back into the building and there was a rehearsal going on on a stage. I was rather in the back-stage kind of area, looking through a small window from the side of the stage. I saw a girl doing a modern acrobatic type dance in front of the window. She made herself into the shape A. Then I saw the guys from the attic. There were 38 of them. They played music while pretending to be a 38 man caterpillar. I saw them all linked together and standing on one another, balanced like a dna chain. I was happy because they had come down out of the attic and it was quiet up there now.


2-5-99 - DREAM - I met a woman and her daughter who were giving a demonstration in public for awareness of a disease which they both had. They both looked like they had a face full of small pimples. I remembered seeing a book in the library about their disease. So, I gave her the book and she was able to cure the disease.

I went with her to her house, and in that house was a man who was being held captive by his mother, but he kept himself captive actually by attaching his thumbnail to the bedpost at night with a thin chain. He could have broken that chain, or refused to attach it at any time but mentally he couldn't achieve that because he didn't believe in himself.

I thought I could help him like I helped the woman, by moving in with him, but I didn't discover how really mentally bad off he as until it was too late and I felt like a captive myself. His appearance became like _________(the comedian, all screwed up)

I had to go to the bathroom really bad but the man decided to go to the bathroom himself. It turned out that there were three bathrooms in this house, the mother's, the Father's and the sons.

The mother had suddenly left the house or died and the man was running back and forth from bathroom to bathroom, using them all himself. I was so desperate, I ran into the Father's bathroom and sat on the toilet. Too late I noticed that there wasn't any toilet paper. However, the man, the other woman and her daughter were there, so I asked them for toilet paper. The man had a roll of brown paper toweling but I wanted regular white toilet paper. They were all standing in the bathroom in front of me. I told him to go into the other bathrooms and look under the sink and find a new roll of toilet paper. He came back in a moment with a long tangled stretch of toilet paper wound around his left wrist. I didn't want to be too choosy, but I noticed as I unwound the toilet paper from his wrist, that it had typed words on it and lipstick lip prints all over it. At that point I didn't care. I used most of it to wipe myself, leaving a small piece left over in case someone else got stuck in the same predicament.

At that point the man left the house and went next door to get something from a neighbor. The woman, the little girl and myself were going to stay with the man. He had a king-sized bed and I began to make a place on the bed for the three of us women/girls on the bed on the opposite side. I saw the man's face out the window at the neighbor's house and it was all grotesque.

I instantly had a change of heart and decided that I would help the woman and her daughter escape from the house and his influence.

I hurried her along out of the house. At first I thought the daughter was asleep upstairs and I'd have to go rescue her, but she managed to get ahead of us and ran free out into the sunshine on the broad green lawn outside.

The woman, however, was very reluctant to leave, saying, "But I like it here because I'm on the basketball team." I assured her that she could still play basketball if she wanted to and we ran out into freedom and I woke up.


2-6-99 - DREAM - I was sitting out in the yard writing in a book. When I had written all I had to say, I went upstairs into the house.

I walked into the livingroom. My children were all sitting there. They were so quiet, I knew something had to be going on, so I stopped and looked around me. The boys had painted the livingroom. but they hadn't painted the whole livingroom, they had painted only a wide strip around all the doors and windows so wide expanses of old wood and darker painted all still showed. My son Michael pointed out a spot along the baseboard. He said, "My Father accused me of dribbling paint on the floor, so I proved to him that I didn't." He pulled up on the wall several feet, showing a striated bare piece of wood about a foot and a half high, and then about an inch of the 'bedrock' below it. I was rather shocked that the wall had raised up so far.

We all then went upstairs to the bedrooms. My intention was to put my book away and to either sew or knit something in the Master bedroom. My son Michael carried my girl child into the children's bedroom and I walked into the Master bedroom. By having both doors open, a great wind blew through the house and slammed the Master bedroom shut behind me.

I sat down on the edge of the bed and told my son Ken who was sitting at the sewing machine that I needed needle and thread. He handed me a round woven basket in which I saw some pins in the center and a spool of thread on which there several colors of thread around it.

In order to sew anything, I had to have a single piece of thread and a needle,however when I pulled on the colored thread on the spool, I pulled a tremendous amount of blue rubber band that was wound around like a hank of yarn. It was followed by a smaller piece of red rubber band which I decided to wind around the blue rubber band. There was a shorter amount of red rubber band but as I wound the red rubber band around the blue rubber band, white yarn, black yarn, and green yarn appeared and this yarn lead to entire ...almost completed sweaters and afghans which I rolled up like paper toweling. I had 3 colors of yarn coming down from the roll to the spool below so it looked like :

(Look on the map of the U.S. Mississippi River Tributaries

Drainage Map of the Mississippi River, Ohio River, Arkansas River, Tennessee River, Missouri River, and Tributaries

Just the Missouri, Mississippi, and Ohio were in the dream. as the yarn coming down. (That's the direction of the three strands of yarn.

I got it that far and I said to my son Ken,"I still can't find a needle and shook the basket, trying to find one. I could still only see pins in the basket. If there was a needle there, it was still hidden by the part of the reed of the basket that went in the bottom circle inside of it.

Like I said, this might be a little far fetched, but when I saw the three strands of yarn coming down in the shape of the 3 rivers, plus the wall being pulled up to show the 'bedrock' and the basket shaking, and the great wind blowing, it all rather fit.


2-10-99 - EXPERIENCE/VOICE/DREAM - I listened to the Garnet Frequency Healing tape at 2:10 p.m. At the point in the tape, one of the healers named Dan pulls a pink taffy substance away from a meridian doorway in the Immune System triangle on the spine. As soon as he did that, I began to feel tremendous chills as though a doorway had been opened in myself and spirit had entered into myself. These tremendous chills lasted at least 5 minutes while the tape continued.

When the tape went off, I continued to pull in God's white light from the Universe and continued the breathing technique of breathing in the white light through the nose and breathing out the negative energies through the mouth.

While I was doing the breathing, I heard a voice say, "I will serve your name! I will serve! I will serve!" I thanked the spirit and continued the breathing. The chills were still continuing and I knew there was work going on in my body so I continued the breathing. At this point, the sun was streaming in the window right into my face and it felt warm and wonderful.

I slipped into a dream in which my Father took me shopping. The store was in a tall building. I don't know what floor we went to but when I got up there, I met a woman and her little son who was about 4 years old or so. She wanted to do some shopping but the little boy was so anxious to get a Christmas tree and take it home, he didn't want to wait. My Father had gone off somewhere and the woman, who was tall and heavy set like me was standing there with her silver grocery cart. She was wearing a beige dress and had a veil over her head.

The boy was in such a hurry, he grabbed ahold of the tree and it started toppling over because it was too big for him to handle alone. This tree was already decorated with colored balls and lights. I didn't want anything to fall off the tree, so the woman gave us her veil to wrap around the tree. I don't know why she didn't scold her son or help him, she just stood there and looked on while we struggled with the tree. I took the beige veil and wrapped it around the tree to hold the decorations and lights in place and helped the boy pull the Christmas tree to the elevator.

There were two elevators. A crowd of people got on one elevator and there was no room for the boy, the tree and me, so we let them go ahead. The other elevator door opened and another woman was on the elevator. She was also wearing a beige dress. She saw the boy and the tree and me, struggling to get the tree over to the elevator in time before the door closed, so she pushed a button on a plaque on the wall she said was the 'hold' button. I had never seen a 'hold' button on the elevator earlier. It was on a round plaque that was scalloped around the edges. In the scallops were white buttons that were the size of pearls and the same color.

As soon as I saw her push the 'hold' button, I ran back to get a better grip on the tree with the veil over it and almost fell into the elevator which was slowly descending despite the 'hold' button. It seemed like the elevator was in a hurry to get the Christmas tree where everyone could see it too.

While we were standing there waiting for the woman to undo the 'hold' button, we overheard an announcement over the loudspeaker. The people on the other elevator never made it to the ground level...they were gone!

NOTE: This is an interpretation from a friend:

Of your dream, I see the little boy represents the Pope and all worldly leaders of Christianity, with the Divine Mother watching. Mary is for now only a watcher. The leaders are portrayed by a very young boy because they have fallen in awareness, along with all Christianity, fallen so far that they can't see the Beauty of the Divine Mother, and now it is thought that the trimmings on the tree and the size of it are of spiritual importance.

The Cross is leaning over, as is the tree. Elevators downward signify further losses of spirituality, upward the reverse. The "hold" button means that a reprieve of some time has been granted.

Few will understand what is occurring if awareness of the mass consciousness is given the message from your dream. If the dream reoccurs, focus on speaking with the mother of the boy, for there are many answers to be had in seeking Her out.


Interpretation by Dee

I don't necessarily agree in totality with this interpretation. I think the boy is the second coming of Christ and my struggle to help the spirit of the Christ to return to the physical realm. I think the people on the other elevator ... ascended.


2-16-99 - DREAM - I was in a restaurant that seemed to be for old and poor people. People sat at long tables. I had come there because they had a piano I was going to take. It was MY piano.

My husband (Jim) came to move the piano for me. While he was getting the car, I was worried that all these people would mob us and not let us take the piano, but suddenly they all got up and left. When they were gone, I got the opportunity to look around more. There were baskets and boxes of food everywhere that anyone could have if they were needy. Two young women came in and they said they were hungry. I saw many bananas hanging on racks on top of the refrigerator. None were in hands. These were the leftover...going soft bananas. The girls were thrilled to have anything at all to eat.

My husband came back and walked around in the livingroom-like area. We were supposed to take this stuff with us. He looked at it and kicked some stuff over and walked out. I was dismayed at his attitude. I saw that he had kicked over a small electric heater and some other small items one would need to plug in. I thought, "Oh well! Maybe he knows something I dont." I accepted it. But then, I saw a gorgeous guitar standing there. I couldn't leave that behind, so I picked it up and slung it over my shoulder and headed outside. To my dismay the car was gone. I stood out on the street alone, feeling such loss that my husband would take all the stuff and leave me behind. So I started walking down the street with the guitar.

Then, down at the far end of the block, I saw the car slowly backing into view from behind a building. The car was a huge white airplane with many windows. My husband slid a door open sideways like on a van so I could see inside. All my stuff was there including the piano and so was my whole family including my mother, father, sister, and brothers. I was thrilled to tears. We were all going to fly off together.


2-18-99 - DREAM - KYRIE ELEISON - It seems that I was married to my Father OR that my husband and Father were as one. There were some humiliating episodes where my husband demanded something I had and I told him I would hide it in my womb. He said he would take it from me right in front of my friends if I didn't give it to him willingly,so I did. My friends were humiliated for me too.

Then there was a scene where my husband took me to a two story building. He left me in the car while he went inside to do something. I had a mystery novel in the car with me plus another book. I told him he acted like his life was a mystery novel.

I followed him upstairs where he had gone into an upper room. I couldn't see in there and he didn't see me, but he knew I was a witness to him killing another man in the upper room. There were two other men with me in the hallway who were witnesses to this also.

He took me home then to our 16th St. house. He left me with my mother while he went out to the garage to do something.

I knew that if I didn't leave, I'd end up like the man in the upper room. So, I quietly got my two books. One was an address book. I was trying to find where my friend Pat lived because I knew it wouldn't be fair to ask my cousin Shirley to take me in. She had two little children to worry about.

I looked through the address book to find Pat's address. I knew it was somewhere between 81st and 89th Sts. somewhere. I decided to worry about that later.

As I gathered my things together to leave before my Father came in from the garage, I overheard some girls say there was an Indian man down at the farmer's market who painted portraits and they were hoping he would choose them to model for them. I remembered my vision of the Indian man from yesterday and knew he was my guide. I knew I needed to see the Indian man if I could before I went to find Pat and ask her to take me in.

I sneaked upstairs to find my clothes and saw my traveling bags and a laundry basket on the landing by the stained glass window. They were still more or less still packed from the last time I had run away from home in another humiliating episode.

I knew I couldn't linger because it would mean my death. My sweater coat was laying there, my Joseph's coat of many colors so I slipped that on, picked up my two suitcases, slung a third large bag over my shoulder, shoulder , put my two books under my arm and started tip-toeing down the stairs.

I got down to the 1st floor and my mother was in the kitchen area watching the yellow labrador dog miscarry her puppies. My mother was crying. I didn't want my mother to have to watch that happen so I grabbed a cup that was dripping yellow stuff which was the puppies melting. I took it away from her and took it with me.

My mother realized too late what I was doing...that I was leaving for the last time and she'd never see me again.

I ran out the door with the dripping yellow puppies which left a trail I knew my Father could follow, but I had to do this or die.

I could hear my mother screaming after me,"Dolores! Nooooooo!" her 'o' echoing in my ears as I watched the trail of yellow puppy goo drip out of the cup as I ran across the street and between two trees standing tall in the yard of the house on the other side of the road.

As I ran up a red brick stairway which was supposed to be the alley heading east, I was counting the steps, and hearing music at the same time. I was hearing the song Kyrie Eleison by Mr. Mister over and over in my ears, and me, the dripping puppy cup and my stuff went upward. It was a tough climb and I was getting out of breath. I counted the steps up to 110 and there was 1 more step to go...knowing the top step was 111. I woke up as I made the last step.



2-20-99 - DREAM - This was a dream yet seemed very real. It was VERY bizarre.

I don't know where this house was but my husband (whom I didn't recognize as anyone I know) invited some people over to our house to watch TV. (We used to do that when TV was new and not everyone had it) We watched a weird show with a black man that told the future and some stupid mice that put on little acts on stage, just really dumb stuff. The house was so full of people, some sitting on the furniture, and some on the floor, that I could hardly walk through the livingroom. In the corner on a chair was the Father and I had to walk within arm's reach of him to get to my own chair in the other corner, and for some reason I dreaded it. Sure enough, as I walked carefully by while stepping over and around the people sitting on the floor, the Father reached out to grab my hand and I cringed. I didn't know what he wanted and didn't want to know what he wanted.

When the TV show was over, most of the people left but a few stayed. One guy wanted to borrow a book and I think it was about King Arthur. I didn't know where the book was and a lot of my books were still in boxes. (This is true) But the man insisted on staying and helping to look for the book.

Their wives also stayed. There were 3 men and 3 woman. While I was looking for the book I came to a room that was huge and completely empty, except there were 3 tall skinny wooden cages spinning around in circles and around each other. There was a small mouse in each one. Finally, the spinning slowed down and the three cages fell over on the floor. My husband walked by and said I had been watching his 'penis-dolls'.

I walked to another room that again was crowded with people...all sitting on the floor looking at a stage-like area that was low to the floor. On the stage-like area, there was a large turntable that slowly turned to show various scenes. The one coming around into view was a black man with what looked like a huge goiter on his neck that was throbbing or moving as he talked. This was the same black man from the TV show. His voice was very low and growly sounding as he began to make some big pronouncement. I just wanted to get through the room and get out of there.

On the other side of the room, my husband grabbed my arm and asked me about his friends. I assured him they were all there yet somewhere, entertaining themselves.


2-21-99 - DREAM - I was in an old house and planning to move a dresser from my bedroom on the second floor to the attic. I didn't know if it would fit up the stairs to start with and it was in the bedroom where my Great Aunt Cora was using the bedroom.

She came out of the room and asked for something which I can't remember and I told her what we were about to do.

I then went outside to get our green coaster wagon to help haul the dresser up the stairs. My Father was outside hauling stuff in the wagon. He said we could dump the leaves into the garden which we did. Then the coaster wagon started rolling downhill and rolled under the car and on down the hill. It kept on going all the way to the street.

I saw our dachshund puppy go running out into the road after it. A car went by and just missed both of them. I began walking down the hill to retrieve the wagon when my grandson Brian came up to me and asked me if I could bring a game for him down from the attic. I said, "Yes!" Then I asked him if he would retrieve the wagon from the road which was now stuck down in a hole in the street. At the same time, another little kid came up to Brian and asked him for something. Brian answered the kid in a really nasty voice, so I grabbed Brian by his hair, and yanked his head back and yelled into his face that I wasn't going to get the game down from the attic then either.

I continued on down the hill to get the wagon myself and saw the puppy bounding around out in the street, so I put a long red leash on him. He could still run around plenty but couldn't get too far out of hand.

When I got out in the street, a huge old antique truck full of young teenage boys and a woman came lumbering by and a car followed it. These were the people who were going to help move my dresser up to the attic for me. I knew they would make short work of it since they were young and strong and there were so many of them. One of the boys asked what had happened to the hill that used to be there and I told him that the state decided to put a freeway through and needed the gravel. He just shook his head in dismay and disbelief. (That was a true life story that really happened)

I needed to get the coaster wagon out of the hole. The truck had parked right in front of the hole. As I walked around the truck, I saw a museum type display window in the truck side. Inside was a picture of a couple sitting on a swing or bench kissing each other. A sign over it said, "The Leaking Story! It is a story of a couple in Love." I knew he was a world traveler and that I'd have to do a page on him too on my website.

We all went up to the house then, me with the green wagon and the dog on the red leash which he continued to run out to the end of the leash, get caught up short until I caught up to it, then he'd run out ahead again. He was cute but totally out of control. As we all went up into the house, I was planning to put the handle of the leash over the doorknob to control the dog. The boys were bantering about who owed what to whom. One kid asked me if I heard the story of his shelf bracket collection which he had in his pocket. I told him I hadn't heard the story and he was about to tell the story to me when I woke up.


2-23-99 - DREAM - I was at my 16th St. house. My mother, I, and a couple women friends were there alone. My father and three of my sons had gone to a seminar somewhere though I thought my father was ill. We just sat around chatting.

We went upstairs at one point when I thought it was bedtime. I remarked to my mother that the beds were empty and she reminded me that my father and my three sons had gone to the seminar. I had forgotten. I was laying on a bed diagonally. It was a king size bed. It was a motel bed. It felt so good. I thought, "We should go to a motel just to use the beds, if for no other reason."

We went back downstairs to the livingroom. My father called on the phone and asked if we women would like to come up to the bar on 53rd St. because they were having such a good time. I was bagging up all the candy at that point to put it in the freezer. I ran short of plastic bags, so used a bean bag that had chocolate covered peanuts in it or something. I knew that would all wash out later and stuffed it full of candy.

My mother asked if I was ready to go. I didn't want to go alone, because 53rd St. was a dark neighborhood. I told her that a friend of mine had told me that if I ever wanted to go out that I should call her. She only lived in the next block, but I didnt't have her phone number.

So, my mother, I, a friend named Diane who was visiting and my daughter were going to go. My mother and the three of us women. My mother asked if I was ready. I had to run upstairs and put on stockings and shoes, comb my hair and put on lipstick. I noted that Diane was wearing a long brown dress. I was going to go to the bathroom was using it.

I was almost ready to go. I knew it was very late already and there wasn't much time left to party before the bar closed at 2 a.m. but it was worth going, even so.


3-3-99 - DREAM - There might have been a dream before this, but if there was I have no memory.

I found myself on the corner of 12th and State sts. after school left out. It wasn't too far to walk to 16th and Center St where I lived so I began to cross State St. and walk north on 12th St. but when I did, I saw that there were no street lights on and the sky was pitch black. That made me nervous and frightened so I turned around and looked south on 12th St. and saw that there was a telephone booth with a light over it on the corner one block south and I would call my Father to come and get me. I didn't know how to call him though because I didn't have any money with me.

When I got down to that corner, I found myself on the ground of a huge zoo where they were giving demonstrations. The animals were all lined up in a row and on command would do whatever they were trained to do, then return to their cage to eat. The animals had human-like expressions on their faces so it was easy to see how they felt about what they were doing.

These animals were not normal size, they were at least twice normal size if not bigger. They actually looked more nervous than I was but they were huge. The zookeeper was introducing the animals one by one to the people.

Just as I got there, the zookeeper had introduced the lions to the people and offered a lion cub to the people. It seemed my Father was there and he said, "I don't think we'll need one of your lion cubs, it looks like we're going to have one of our own." I looked across the yard and saw three full grown lions laying at his feet.

Next, I was supposed to be introduced to the camels and elephants. There were many of them. They were all really shy and had backed up and wanted to go into their cage and eat, but the zookeeper was in full control of them and was going to call them back into line.

I wanted no part of it, so I took off running for the nearest door to the zoo house where people could go inside and view the animals inside their cages. But when I was getting near the door I could see huge hippopotamus was in there and I'd probably meet him face to face if I continued that direction and I could see how huge one leg was so I headed towards the second door as fast as I could. I dashed inside just as the camels got lined up behind me.

I was now in a hallways and a woman ahead of me had applied for a job at the zoo. The personnel guy was kind of yelling at her, "Do you think I can't tell when you're not qualified and have been kicked out of your last job?" She looked really embarrassed. The personnel guy said, "I give you Guru Al Gordon." He pointed next to me and there was a medium sized skinny guy with a dark mustache and dark hair. The skinny guy looked so embarrassed as the woman had and startled to be pointed out and I woke up.


3-4-99 - DREAM - I was in New Berlin. My ex-husband was with me. We were standing at the top of a hill at our neighbor's house by the driveway. It was pouring rain and the water was running down the driveway like a river. I laughed and said, "I just feel like wanted to be a kid again and slide down the driveway." Instead of telling me I was stupid for wanting to do such a foolish thing, he sat down and slid down the driveway himself. That encourage me to do it too and I sat down and slid down the driveway in the river of water. It was really fun.

By the time I got down to the bottom of the driveway he was gone and I saw the people across the street coming out of their house and a cop was arresting the father and putting him in a paddy wagon. I was expecting them to make fun of me; and instead they had their own tragedy to take care of. Just then, I saw my ex-husband coming along the street. His best friend had his arm around him and his arm was in a sling and his arm was bandaged and his head was bandaged and their was quite a lot of blood by his elbow. I was really shocked because I didn't see him get hurt.

We all walked over to our own house. There were other people with us. His arm bandage was getting bloodier and bloodier and his leg was getting bloody. I said, "I think you are cut in more places than just your elbow." He denied it and more and more blood was oozing down his leg and arm. I said it again and he denied it and shook his arm and blood spattered out all over all of us. Splats hit me in the face and I felt sickened to my stomach.

I got really upset. I said, "You are cut in more than one place and you'd better go to the bathroom and look." He didn't want to but turned around to go up the front steps of the house. The rest of us were headed to the back door. Instead of going up the stairs he sat on the wall by the steps and blood was flowing down his leg. I yelled at him, "Go to the bathroom!" He slumped over sideways and I screamed, "Go to the bathroom!" He fell over and I woke up.


DREAM #3 - I was living in West Allis, WI. The traffic on Greenfield Ave. was blocked just east of 70th St. by a wooden cabinet. One could crawl through it, but it was difficult. Meanwhile the traffic speed limit going east had been raised from 35 miles an hour to 70 miles an hour. People loved the freedom to drive that fast, but when they got to 70th St., they had to detour and go around the blocked street. Nobody took the blockade down, just drove around it, grumbling because their speed was now back down to 35 miles an hour.

I was in charge of the speed limit myself which could be reset like a thermostat on the wall. I turned it up even higher and people gleefully drove eastward even faster. But then, a woman came walking north on 84th St. She had to cross Greenfield Ave. she had three children with her...a boy, a girl, and an infant in a black baby buggy which she was pushing. I knew she'd never be able to cross the street without her kids being killed.

One of my jobs was to make a sign for a restaurant, out on the street announcing the time of the next meal to be served. I didn't have a black marker to write on the sign with. I apologized to the man who was going to have dinner with me. I had to go get my black marker first.

I got back down to 70th St. where the blockade was. I had a treasured scrapbook with me. It was tall and narrow and all the pages were covered with flowers. I saw that some of the pages had come loose and I saw that I could make a new scrapbook with equally beautiful flowers. To do this though, I had to go through the blockade or go around it. I didn't want to crawl and wiggle through the blockade with everyone watching so I decided I'd walk around the blockade through my children's bedroom.

Inside my children's bedroom, the shades were pulled down and it was darker than outside, but I could see well enough to see what was in it. For the headboard of the bed was my grandfather's highboy desk. It wasn't old antique looking anymore. (My brother has this desk now) It looked brand new and highly polished with added fancy decorations on it. I had always wanted to use it to be a writer, and now I could take it for my own and become a writer and make a difference in the world.

Interpretation by Joe Mason


The man who looked like your brother may represent something about your male aspect. This man, or aspect, was a writer that could no longer write on his own. Perhaps this means you are to do the writing for him. It hints at communication from another dimension that is intended to be given to the world through you. 1948 is the year that the nation of Israel was re-established, which is said to fulfill a Biblical prophesy related to the fig tree. Some say that 1998 (3 x 666) was a key year in the earth changes.

Your third dream clearly seems to be related to the chakras. Joseph Campbell, in "The Inner Reaches of Outer Space," wrote about the many forms of the mid-point of the seven chakras. I reviewed them in my article, "Humanity On The Pollen Path." In some cases it is 3 1/2 days, or half of a week. In another, it is 42 months, or 1,260 days, three and a half years on the Hebrew calendar. The 3-14 date of your dreams may be a clue, as 3 x 14 = 42. Another form is 35 years in the life of a man of "three-score years and ten" (i.e., 70). Jesus and the Buddha were about 35 years old

In your dream, the form was 70th Street, and the speeds of 35 and 70 miles an hour. Speed may suggest that the changes can be more or less rapid. Greenfield Avenue may hint at the Heart chakra, as noted above about the first dream.

Greenfield Avenue being blocked by the wooden cabinet may be similar to the idea that the mid-point of the chakras is between the third and fourth, and the diaphragm is a barrier between them. In the ancient Egyptian depiction, this point is marked by the snout of the Swallower beast. If the heart of the deceased person weighs more than the feather (truth and moral order), it signifies that he has not reached the heart chakra level, and must be swallowed by the beast, meaning that he must be reborn on Earth to try again. I believe that this is the same beast mentioned in Revelation 17:11:

"As for the beast that was and is not, it is an eighth but it belongs to the seven, and it goes to perdition."

Wooden cabinets, or the like, has appeared in other dreams, and Salvador Dali, who painted from dreams, often depicted them -

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It is significant that wood comes from trees.  This could be interpreted to signify our belief constructions. One could crawl through the cabinet, but it was difficult. This reminds me of the "eye of the needle" story. Some say this was an actual place, a small opening in a mountain range. In order for a caravan to pass, the camels had to be unloaded. They were directed to couch down low, as the people pushed and pulled them through. The loads were then pushed through, and reloaded upon the camels.

The detour to go around the blocked street seems similar to some other dreams. Sam told me a dream back around 1987, of driving off the main highway with his mother. The road curved around and met the highway again, but the car died just as they were reaching the gate. Same had to push it through.

Joseph Campbell spoke of the Navajo sand painting, called "The Pollen Path." I named my series of article after it. Seven points are shown along a cornstalk inside an enclosure. A bolt of lightning from above strikes the fourth point, which represents the heart chakra. Footprints show the path along the cornstalk. But, there is also a curved path to the side, that joins the first (root) chakra with the fourth.

These things seem to say that their is a direct path, with a difficult passing between the third and fourth chakra, and an alternate path that is easier, but slower.

The "thermostat" - like device used to increase the speed may hint at the "warm/cold" analogy, that is, the relative amount of love. This makes sense, especially on a collective scale, because love "radiates," that is, effects the whole.

The woman on 84th Street may be a "number" clue. Notice that 84 is twice 42. As months on the Hebrew calendar, this is seven years (84 / 12). It is also 2,520 days (84 x 30), which is twice the number of days given in Revelation 11:3 and 12:14. 42 months is given in Revelation 11:2. The Book of Daniel speaks of Nebuchadnezzar's dream of a great tree that was cut and banded, causing a period of insanity for seven years. Some say these are "Prophetic years" of 360 years each, giving a total of 2,520 years. From the fall of the Temple at Jerusalem, this is said to give the year 1914 as the beginning of the Apocalypse. 2,520 or 252 is part of the ancient "Gematria" system of the ancients. See:


The number 84 is a key number in our "Code Gang" friend, James Furia's "Music Wheel."

It is similar to a "clock face," in that it has twelve major marks on the circle, representing 12 octaves. Each octave has seven notes, giving the total of 84 (12 x 7).

The woman with the three children may suggest the Trinity. The basic form, according to Blavatsky, has a male, a female, and an androgen child. Often a Goddess figure is with the three Trinity aspects. There are a number of suggestions in dreams that when the heart chakra level is achieved, one is then part of the Trinity. This may be a union of the Spirit, Soul, and personality.

The difficulty of crossing the street seems similar to the wooden cabinet blockage.

Your plan to make a sign for a restaurant to announce the time of the next meal, seems to represent your involvement with the "public food-for-thought," that you bring from the dream world.

Going back down to 70th Street with the flower-covered scrapbook, again, seems to be about the chakras. The pages came loose and you saw that you could make a new scrapbook with equally beautiful flowers. You then walked around the blockade. Each chakra is symbolized by a flower with a different number of petals. For example, the third chakra lotus has ten petals and the fourth has twelve.

Your walk around the blockade was through you children's bedroom. This seems to me to refer to dreams, as we usually dream in the bedroom. In other words, you are using dreams and dream research as your method of spiritual progress. The children may represent other people, as you also research the dreams of others. Or, they may be aspects of your Self.

The headboard of the bed being your grandfather's desk, which looks brand new, may symbolize dream communication from on high, perhaps from the Creator. You could take the desk, become a writer, and make a difference in the world. This seems to speak to the work you are doing at greatdreams, as you gather dreams from yourself and others and write about them on-line.

I mentioned to you that your first dream reminded me of a dream that I found on-line, "The Pod Baby Dream." I'll send it along soon, along with my comments.




3-17-99 - DREAM - Joe and I lived in a house with a whole lot of people. I didn't know any of them. We were in the livingroom and Joe was getting ready for work. I wanted to discuss something personal with him but there was no privacy. Joe said he had to leave for work early because he had to take a woman named Eve to the Sphinx to make sure she got there. I wasn't too worried about that. I knew he'd just drive her there and that would be that. Nothing was said about how she'd get home again. But there was something wrong with me emotionally. I wasn't sure quite what. I seemed to be somewhat at loose ends and didn't know quite why or what was wrong.

All the men headed out the door at the same time. I kissed Joe good-bye out on the front steps and he left.

I went back into the house and there were three boys and three girls sitting in the livingroom watching TV. I said, "Okay! Who's got school today?" The boys jumped up and ran for the door as fast as they could. The girls just sat there and fiddled with their clothes because none of them were ready. One of the girls said her Father had put her collar button on too tight. It was tight but not TOO tight to prevent her from going to school. They finally got up and left for school.

Suddenly I realized I had to go to 16th and North Ave. to do something. I got there really fast,  but when I got there I didn't know what I was supposed to do. I headed north on 16th St. headed for home. It had snowed out and the street was slippery. I was holding a scarf spread out like a flag behind me with both hands. I don't know why I was doing this and in the dream I didn't seem to know why either.

I reached a snowy slippery intersection that had a lot of construction type flat bed trucks waiting for the light to turn green. Some were just parked and others were ready to go.

I had to cross the street in front of them and I didn't do too well. I half crawled and scooted across the street on my butt, but when I got to the other side I regained my footing and spread the scarf out behind my butt like a flag again.

Now I found myself in an alley with deep snow and I didn't know how I had gotten off the street into an alley. I was sure I was going the right directions though. When I came to the next street some high school girls were headed west towards school. They saw me coming and got out of my way. I turned right and headed back to 16th St. and turned right again on 16th St. (Logic tells me that this would take me south again, the wrong way, and in the dream logic told me that also, but I looked at the numbers on the houses and the first one I looked at was 234 and the next one was 346 so I knew I was going the right way.)

I looked way ahead and saw familiar buildings with the sun shining on them so I knew I was going the right way. I was still puzzling over why I had to go to 16th and North Ave.

Now I came to a house where pretty scarfs were hanging in the tree branches along the street. I grabbed at the 1st one and it came loose easily. It was mostly white with a dark blue border. A matching one was in the next tree all stretch out like a flag. I made a grab at that one but it didn't come loose and I didn't want to make it obvious that I was stealing it and let it go. But two women coming behind me made a comment about how much they wanted that scarf and they couldn't get it either. I felt good that I had at least one and woke up.


3-23-99 - DREAM - I was at my New Berlin house. My Father had come and began to build a pool in the garden. Two walls were completed, but I could see the cement between the blocks wasn't dry yet. At first I thought it was awfully deep but then when I visualized myself standing on the bottom, the outer wouldn't have been that much over my head.

My sister drove in the yard and drove on the lawn to the front of the house. I walked over there to see where she had parked and noted that a construction crew had put up steel barriers along the edge of the property. They didn't appear to be installed but were standing on an angle. / \ / \ / \ / \

I saw Todd from One Life to Live and he walked up to my Aunt Ethel's house. He didn't even know her or what the house looked like inside and said, "I want her for my wife." I was rather shocked he would do that. Later I was inside the house and Todd was laying on the bed listening to soothing music on the stereo. Tea from One Life to Live, (his TV wife) came in to find people sitting in the livingroom in the 1/2 dark room waiting for a meeting to start. She closed the drapes as she tried to explain to the people abut the value of light. She attempted to turn the ceiling lights on and they didn't work. Todd had disconnected them. So she made an excuse to the people that it wasn't necessary to always present the brightest bright possible all the time.


3-28-99- DREAM - I was in my 16th St. house. I and my siblings were in a bed together in the diningroom. I got a phone call from N.M. who wanted me to go to dinner with him at a cheap place. We discussed which drug store I preferred and I picked one on the east side of town on Center and Humboldt?

When he arrived I was still getting ready. He walked into the kitchen wearing a bright red dress with an overcoat over it. I was wearing a darker red dress with almost the same flowered pattern on it. I said to him, "Oh! Your dress is prettier than mine, but at least we both wore red."

I continued to get ready and sat on the bed to put on red socks. All of a sudden N.M.'s Father showed up. I was really surprised and slowly got up off the bed to shake hands with him politely. His hand felt hard, but his handshake was limp and weak.

I then sat down on the bed again and questioned the validity of N.M.'s Father's presence.

Both the Father and N.M. were gone from the house and the house was now pitch black inside except for where I was sitting. I began to have visions of electric blue triangles and even these I questioned their validity and was shown electric blue squares and triangles. Always the "doubting Thomas", I call N.M. on the phone to ask him when we were going to dinner. His nephew about age 2 answered the phone and I asked to speak to N.M. I said, "I thought we were going to dinner." He said, "I thought you weren't interested because when I got there none of the lights were on, and when I came in you went back to bed." I tried to explain that it was my Father's rule that we had to turn out the lights in the rooms we weren't actually in and that I had sat on the bed to put on my socks.

He didn't seem to believe me. He said, "Well! I thought different and took my sister instead."

I wanted to say more but I could tell he wasn't on the phone anymore.


4-5-99 - DREAM - (This dream is like a movie plot) The mother in this dream had two sons. They were as different as night and day. One was always good, the other was always bad. On this day, the bad one came home. He had on a brown leather jacket and hair all slicked back with grease. He was also a drug user.

The mother felt bad that her son hadn't turned out better and sat on her bed lamenting her life. She saw the bad son go out into the garage. He sat in the car and took an overdose of drugs and she thought he was dead.

She was so stunned, she just sat on the bed in the dark, cowering with fear that she would be accused of killing him.

While she sat there in the dark, the other son came home. He didn't turn on the light when he came home, she knew who it was, but kept saying, "Who is there? Who is there?", trying to throw her son off the track, pretending she didn't know her other son was sitting in the car...dead.

Finally, morning came and the mother and the good son were still sitting on the bed, the mother was feeling so guilty for being a bad mother. She went to a drawer and got some old photographs out and showed her son the photos of the two babies and how they were different from the day they were born. One was roly poly and cheerful and all laughing chubby baby. The other one, the twin, was dark haired and thin and dour faced. Though they were twins, they were nothing alike. Then she showed him the photo of the father, a handsome, smiling man, he looked exactly like the good son. He looked at the photo of the father and said, "I don't look anything like Michael either do I?" He really did, but she said, "No!"

She knew she had to call the cops about her son's body, but she didn't want to stir up a ruckus about it, so while the good son looked at the photographs, she picked up the phone to call 911. She didn't want to say anything, so she just stood there. Finally she said, "Dead body in car!" The woman cop operator looked at the computer and said, "Jackson Street?" The woman had to answer and give them the right address or they'd never find the body, so she said, "Third street!"

Meanwhile, the good son's friends showed up and they all saw the two tall dressers standing there in the bedroom and started opening all the drawers and throwing all the clothes on the floor.

The mother was stunned. The cops were on the way to find the dead body and question her and here the good son and his friends were throwing clothes all over the floor.

She stood in the hall, wringing her hands and the cops came. She opened the door to the garage to show the body to the cops. When she opened the door, she went into shock. Her bad son sat there, totally transformed. His slicked back hair was all washed and clean and gleamed reddish gold. He stood up, the brown leather jacket gone, he wore clean clothes and he stood seven feet tall. He came out into the hall, all smiles, put his hands on her shoulders. He looked into her eyes and said, "You didn't touch me, did you?" She just shook her head in guilt. He said to her, "Because you didn't touch me, the drugs were able to do their complete work and he showed her like in a hologram and x-ray of his skull and brain, how they had been brought into perfect alignment.

She and the cops just stood there in stunned silence. Everyone would live happily ever after.


4-9-99 - DREAM - I and some men were working in a large garage-like area. Someone said, "Let's tell people they need 'blah...blah...blah!" on their cars and they'll believe us, and we can take their orders and put, 'blah...blah...blah!" on their cars and make all the money. So, the men went out with their idea, told everyone they needed 'blah...blah...blah!" on their cars and 100% of them said, "Okay!" and we got the orders. My job was to number the invoices so we knew whose orders to do first. I started at 1 and was up to 25 when they came in with more orders. It was a great idea.

My father came in with then and we were underground in a big cavern-like place with a big rock wall. He was going to help us dig for oil. HOwever, there were people living above us. So, I told my Father that someone told me there was an identical spot duplicated in the other side of the space. He thought for a moment and said, "Yes! You are right!" So we went over there. We stacked thousands of 2 x 3 cards of Indians ...like baseball cards...and began turning them and they went down into the ground like a drill going through butter. I said, "I'll bet nobody ever thought of drilling for oil using Indian cards before."

Everyone agreed. When we were done drilling, we turned the stacks the opposite direction and they came back up and went through the ceiling where the people were. We were all elated. Then I saw seven different colors. I was very impressed. This was a first.

I wanted to repark my car from behind my Father's house to the front of the house. I looked to make sure there was a spot available there and there was, so I had to make a U turn to turn the car around. It was parked on the edge of a deep snow drift and it was a tight squeeze getting behind the wheel, but I made it. I managed to start the car with one turn of the key, flooring the gas pedal and holding it down, and the car roared into motion and I steered it out of the snow bank and into the traffic lane successfully. I could see the lights of the cars behind me with plenty of room to spare.

I intended to go one block south and go around the block, but I was behind a school bus and people walking and there wasn't a good opportunity to turn, so I continued to follow a woman who was walking who had gotten off the bus and came to a T shaped crossing where I intended to turn around. When I got there, other women were standing and things were held together with thin rubber bands which I thought needed replacing. It had turned from winter to spring as I went south and everything was lovely and green and blooming here.

I woke up as I decided help these woman get thicker rubber bands to hold things together.


4-11-99 - DREAM - Joe and I went out to my Father's lake cottage. The gate was open but my Father's car wasn't there. I thought that was real strange because my Father never let the gate open when he was not there. So I figured he must have just gone out on an errand.

Joe and I had bought some plants and our daughter was with us and she had to go potty. I took her to the outhouse while Joe got some tools out to do some work.

Our daughter said she was done going potty and was going to jump off the pot but she wasn't really done and needed wiping, so I did that for her.

I had been very concerned that she didn't get her hands cut off either in the car door or the outhouse door and it was fine because we were very careful with her.

Joe had gotten a lot of tools out in a long box. I was looking at the paved drive. It appeared that grass was growing on the driveway and was taking over the garden areas. I had some plants to put along the edges of the driveway, so I was going to remove the overgrown grass myself. As I went through the tools I found a 'coping' saw. I showed it to Joe and said, "Look what I found," and smiled.

I then suddenly got chilled and went into the cabin and found my mother sitting there all alone, all dressed in brown with a brown lap robe over her. I hadn't realized she was there. I told her I had come into warm up and that I was going to plant in the garden.

My mother pointed to the clock and said that the sun was going down. I looked at the clock and it was 3:30 p.m. I thought myself that it was awfully early for the sun to go down even if it was daylight savings time. But, if the sun was going down, it was too late to replant the garden.

The telephone rang and my mother jumped off her her chair and ran for the phone. It was a black phone. It was located on a black shelf behind the stove pipe. (We never had a phone there). She talked to someone then went back and sat down again. She said that she and my Father had been invited to breakfast by a woman on circle drive but my Father didn't like to be called to places when he had real work to do.

Just then I saw some people coming unexpectedly. At first I didn't recognize any of them. there four of them and they all had long hair in pony tails and different colored cowboy hats on. Then I recognized one as my son Ken. The men were all tall like seven feet tall. They all came in the front door and my son Ken saw me and began kissing me and kissing me. The other men looked puzzled because they didn't know who I was that their friend should be kissing someone on the mouth.

My son Ken had his arm around me. I said to them, "Were you worried who this beautiful woman is who Ken is kissing? I'm his Mother!"  They looked a little stunned.

The tallest of the men told me that Ken had been suicidal because he didn't want to be alone. Then it was my turn to be stunned. He sat on a chair and bared his right arm to show it to me.

I asked him if he had ever taken tranquilizers. He said, "Ever hear of Sapphomysine?" (not sure if that's exactly it.) I pointed to his arm along a nerve that runs down the inner lower arm on the inner surface and asked him if he had ever felt pain there.

He said he understood pain. He came back over to where the other three men were at and said, "You could come and live with me and Joe if you want to, but we live in California now." He said, "No! That's okay! I have plans to go live with my brother Michael!" I said, "Okay!" and woke up.


4-26-99 - DREAM - I was people who were like family. They liked to go fishing. They had a secret for catching fish. It was a box similar in shape to a shoe box but taller, and one wore it upsidedown on one's head like a hat. They gave me one of these special fishing hats. I looked inside the hat and in there...at the top were numerous fish swimming, held in place by a cube that looked like a light fixture. When you wore this hat, the fish inside the hat sought out and recognized it's own kind so you couldn't miss catching lots of fish.

At one point, I looked inside the hat and the "light' cube was missing and I put the hat on anyway, but I couldn't wear it that way because it would come too far down and you could feel the fish swimming against the top of your head and I didn't like that feeling.

My Father came to go fishing with us and I offered to let him use my fishing hat, but the 'light' cube was missing, so I began searching for it. I spent what seemed like hours looking for another hat like mine but couldn't find one.

I was lucid by now and waking up but still trying to find another hat to give to my Father. finally, I had a vision of a 'file find' from a computer and I saw that the fishing hat 'light' was one level higher than the rest of the fishing supplies.


4-30-99 - DREAM ( In this dream I was my mother and my Father was my husband)

I was living in my 16th St. house and there was an anti-war type protest going on across the street. It seemed they were blaming me and/or my husband for the war. I was very upset about it because I didn't feel it was my fault.

The protestors were making marks on my property and curtains that made my house look beautiful. Then I saw my Father/husband come around the corner from the alley. He was coming home from work and it was about 5 p.m. He wanted to know what was going on. I told him the men were protesting the war.

My Father/husband said he didn't blame them. He said, "I don't blame them. I was with them in the last war and our own government was injecting them with "Klevox".

I woke up just as the word 'Klevox' was spoken.



5-15-99 - DREAM - I was in a hospital. I wasn't feeling very well. My lower abdomen was starting to ache. I was going into labor. I went to the bathroom and checked myself and the bloody plug had come loose from the cervix. I hunted through some drawers and found a clean pad to put on. Knowing myself well, I could easily deliver this baby with no further pain.

There were other women working here and I was helping them make the transition between jobs, helping them clean the unneccesary things from their purses and desk drawers...helping them decide what was really important.

A young boy was there. He was playing with a set of tinker toys. He was building a tower as high as he could. It was way taller than himself. He almost let it fall. I told him to build it strong or I'd have to pick up the pieces and he wouldn't have them anymore.

I went home to to my 16th Street house and it was full of teenagers. A tall, handsome, good looking blonde kid came in. He was waving a shotgun around, trying to show how tough he was. I told him the basic survival history of mankind and about how the ancient men didn't need to own shotguns to survive and how real tough men didn't need guns. He turned on me and aimed the shotgun right at my heart. His face had a look or pure rage on it.

I told the boy that being tough wasn't what was important anymore, and that I knew he really was a good kid and that I liked him.  

The look on his face turned from pure rage to pure embarrassment and turned red. He walked away looking like he was thinking. "Oh man! Maybe she really does like me!"

I knew that wouldn't be the end of him though and I knew I needed to get away from him. He hadn't been permanently changed by what I said to him.

I saw that his Father came to visit him. They sat in the livingroom...in the same chair...he sat on his Father's left side. He was a beautiful blonde kid, but I knew how dangerous he was.

I sneaked out the back door. I could see through the windows back into the house. I looked into the windows until I saw that the blonde kid was still sitting in the chair with his Father. His Father had his left arm around the kid's shoulders.

Seeing that, I ran like hell up the alley to get away from him.  But, he must have seen me running away. I ran across the alley to sneak through a yard to the next street over.

I could hear him calling my name... "Linda!"  (means beautiful)  (That's not my name)

In front of me, a young girl was coming out of the house and I didn't want her to see that I was there so I had to hesitate a moment until she left. I went inside the house and it looked like it was a woman's dormitory.  I ran inside and sneaked off into a side room.

He came rushing into the building, pushing other girls aside, looking for me, calling, "Linda! Linda! Linda!"

Seeing that he was only after me, I attempted to leave the building by a side garden door. It was really snowy out with deep snow drifts that weren't there when I had come in.

I saw that the blonde kid was running down the sidewalk, really angry, still looking to kill "Linda"  but he ran into a woman who had asthma. I knew he hated weakness even more than beauty, and he jumped on her and knocked her down.

He took a knife and stabbed the girl in the chest over and over over, yelling, "Die! Die! Die!" over and over and over.

I ran towards him. I took a brownish leather jacket I got from out of nowhere and threw it over his head and jumped on him. I wrestled him to the ground. He was strong but I knew I had to beat him. Everything depended on it and I used every bit of strength I had and subdued him.

As I was laying on top of him in the cold and dark, there was nobody else around and I couldn't figure out what to do next because I couldn't let him get back up.

Then a tall black man came along, carrying a shotgun. I told him to hold the gun on the blonde kid so I could call for help. The black man stood there with the shotgun, shaking so hard, I didn't know if he'd even be able to hold the gun up, much less use it if necessary.

As soon as the black man stopped shaking and got himself under control, I got up off the blonde kid. He was still covered over with the brownish leather jacket over his head so he couldn't see.

I got up to go get help and woke up.

End of Dream


5-30-99 - DREAM - I was in the livingroom of a house where I lived. My Father was acting like he wanted to talk to me, but I was equally busy trying to avoid talking to him.

I had to go to the bathroom and found Joe sitting in a darkened room like a bathroom, but was sitting at a desk like a makeup counter with a large mirror on it.  Joe was sitting there with his forehead up against the mirror, not really looking into the mirror, but thinking to himself.

I went up to him to talk to him and he had a really pained look on his face. I said, "What's the matter, are you in pain?"  He answered, "Yes!"  I said, "Where is the pain?"  He turned towards me and said, "We should probably talk about this later!"  I said, "Is it about us?" He answered, "In a way!"

I was truely distressed but he didn't want to talk about it right then, so I went back to the livingroom with my heart strings being pulled out of my heart. I was thinking about Joe and that something was wrong between us but I couldn't think what it could be.

I tried to make myself feel better by looking in my purse which was full of coins and candy, mostly candy kisses wrapped in colorful papers.

My Father came into the room then, and I tried to avoid talking to him by playing with my candy in my purse.

My Father lay down on the couch next to me. I had never seen him look so old  as he did right then. He said, "We have to talk!"  

I did't want to. I had always avoided talking to him whenever possible.

He lay there on the couch and began to tell me his troubles. He said, "When I walk down the street, people avoid me. People act like they don't like me. Even my own family avoids me."

I was thinking, "We were always afraid of you," but I didn't say anything. But to hear him talk like this was breaking my heart.

He went on talking. "I've never done anything to these people, yet they go out of their way to avoid me. They don't even know me and they act like they don't like me."

I was looking at this old, old, man who was my Father and he seemed to be aging in front of my face, and his words were tearing my heart out.

All of a sudden we were in the back seat of a car. A blonde woman was driving from the right front seat like the postmen do. The steering wheel was a gold brown spoked wheel and was in the center of the front so it could be steered from either side, kind of like a boat.

We were headed home I thought. We came over the brink of the last hill going westward and the sight was incredible. A long string of purple mountains was straight ahead with the sun shining on the snow capped peaks.

My heart soared at the beauty of God's creation. I  looked up and overhead was a huge ominous black cloud, but right on the edge of it, the sky was a brilliant blue. It was so beautiful and I knew the sun would be shining any moment as soon as the black cloud finished passing over.

The car drove up on a causeway going westward toward the mountains. My father got out to talk to the engineer, the builder of the causeway, and I got out to walk on the causeway which was covered with a sand surface.

There was one workman on the causeway. He was trying to repair it. I saw some small potholes in the surface and the repairman would rush over to fill in the hole, but he had to use sand from another spot because there was no new sand to use. Meanwhile an eddy appeared like in water and the sand would shift, and the workman ran over to fill in the hole from another place. The sand kept on shifting.

I turned around was trying to walk along the causeway back towards the East, trying to get back to where my Father was, trying to avoid walking the holes which were appearing more and more frequently and close and closer together.

I heard my Father say to the engineer. "This causeway is made of 4 layers of some very unique materials."

Suddenly I had to avoid walking in a deep hole that appeared right in front of me. I looked down into the hole and it looked like the next layer down was made of big red potatoes.  I managed to avoid stepping in the hole. The sand was sinking everywhere now.

I could now hear my Father speaking in my left ear. He said, "These are the signs of the end. The Himalayas will shorten and men will fight wars over oil for 3/4 of the year."

He said more, but I couldn't understand what he said because the causeway's top layer was sinking sand and I was trying not to fall in the holes. The one workman there to repair it couldn't keep up with it. He couldn't work fast enough or hard enough to do it all by himself.

The End of Dream


Fatherís delegates duties 9/13/1999

It was the house where I grew up. I ran in through the back door, through the kitchen to find father in the dining room. He was looking at something on a thing that I canít think of the name of against the West wall. When he turned to me he started telling me all the duties I had to do and I became very angered, grabbed him, spun him around and slammed him on the floor. I told him that I had all ready been to school to perform some of those things, that I had returned home for something and I was going back to school to do more things on his list but that I was not going to do the middle things that he had told me to do. I told him something about those things I protested against but I canít recall exactly what those reasons were. I donít remember if it was because it was just to much for me to do or if there was something about those certain things on the list that I had objections against for some other reason.


Any time a school is observed or mentioned in a dream it means a lesson is either being taught or learned. This ďfatherĒ in my dream is a symbol of Godís directions in my life and me objecting to some part of something he wants me to do. Seeing my old house where I grew up means this part is a personal message to me

by Bryon -