2-1-05 - DREAM - I was living in a ground-floor apartment somewhere right next to a Boulevard type Street. I liked it here because the city planted flowers and bushes in the median between the roads of the boulevard. 

As I stood there watching, a man came along, traveling on an elephant. I thought it was cute at first but the man got hurt and broke his leg or something and was taken into the building's manager's office. 

The elephant stood outside picking around in the garden with the tip of its trunk and at first I thought it was being helpful, but then it wrapped its trunk around two yellow flowered bushes and started yanking them out too. 

I was quite close to the garden and I wanted to rush out there and grab the bushes so I could replant them but the elephant's feet and legs were so large, I didn't want to get that close to it. 

So I ran next door where my daughter was to call her to come and help because she was an animal lover.

I called Jeanne.  Jeanne and other people came running out of the house, a man with crutches and some others. I saw my son Tom then and told him to tell Jeanne to come out. He did that for me and she came rushing over to see what was wrong. When she got over to where I was, I showed her the damage in the garden and what needed to be done.

she asked how that had happened and I told her about the man who had come by acting like he wanted to help with the garden.

She asked where he was and I pointed to the Manager's office. The Manager appeared at the door and made excuses for the injured traveling man.

I said, "Where is he?" and we went into the office and saw the man huddled under a brown blanket in the darkened room.

The elephant was nowhere in sight and I yelled at the Manager, "Tell her how he was traveling, tell her how he was traveling!" looking around for the elephant who was now hidden somewhere in the dark.


2-2-05 - MEDITATION - While meditating on heart fibrillation problem, I saw a man reach over and pick up a hand of grapes.

I saw a web page and the words ACIM FLUG

I saw fireworks go off, then heard a fire siren go off. Then I heard the sirens coming closer. I then saw a huge red fire truck go past the house. It didn't stop here.

All of a sudden, I was laying down in the car like I was laying in bed. Joe was driving and I said, "Oh - you are home?" and Joe said, "Yes!"

I said, "How did I get into the car?", thinking I must have passed out.

Joe was driving me to the hospital. (The astral hospital - called "Privilege Hospital". 


2-3-05 - DREAM - I was an investigator for a large company. This company was involved in a lot of things so I was able to travel around and look at interesting things, but there was always a problem to solve.

The first thing I saw was a sky-blue planet. Its number was 333 and I was shown there was one man standing on it. I came to know the planet was called Earth.

Then I saw how the man taught his children. They were taught by experience.

The man sat his one-year-old daughter down on the floor in a small room and lit a candle and taught her how to blow at it - hopefully to blow it out like one does with a birthday candle. 

Then he did it again and put her in a closet with the lit candle o the floor and then started covering the girl and the candle with tents of paper toweling.

I panicked, knowing how dangerous that is, and I tried to grab the paper toweling away from the candle and the man stopped me. He said, "I taught her how to blow out the candle, now she has to learn by experience that that is what she has to do before the paper catches fire. 

I didn't like such a dangerous way to teach something to a child but I couldn't stop the man from teaching the child the way he wished to.

I next went to an apartment building where they were having a problem with gas stoves not working properly.

All the stoves were in one room, side by side, and all hooked together on one gas line. The stoves themselves were large as stoves go, but each one only had two burners which wasn't excessive, but because all the stoves were on one gas line and the first stove had both burners on and the gas was blue but popping in and out like there wasn't enough oxygen for the gas supply, one could easily see the problem and one couldn't use all those stoves at the same time. There was neither enough gas, nor was the oxygen ratio good enough to keep the flame lit. 

I then went to a large store at a mall. The first problem I saw was that the floor was slanted and then I saw that the floor was dented in many places and something with water in it was leaking and the water accumulated in the low spots where it should be because people had to walk there and that was dangerous, so I recommended that the entire floor be replaced.

At the store, I met a young woman who had a similar job to mine, but she was wearing 4-wheel boot skates and she really got around from place to place fast.

I admired her energy and ambition and I wanted to be more like her, so I thought maybe we could work together on one investigation. 

She showed me a museum diorama with three windows and in each window as a painting of a massive ship that had sailed the seas in the past but no longer did because there had been a problem and the ship had sunk. All the windows in the diorama were dark, but there was just enough light to see the names on the ships. One was Titanic. We all know what happened to that ship. I didn't see the name of the second ship but the third ship closest to me was Queen Elizabeth II.

I questioned that - The Queen Elizabeth II was  sailing the seas - what was wrong with it? Why was it pictured in the dark like other great doomed ships?

Here was the perfect investigation the other girl and I could do together - prevent the Queen Elizabeth II from going down like the other ships had.

The other girl started writing up a report on this investigation and wanted a number assigned to the report. I said, "We can't put a number on a report until we've actually done some work on it."

She was rather put out because she had already done some preliminary work on the problem, but I hadn't done anything yet, so I couldn't assign a number to the report. 

The woman on skates left for a few moments and I looked at her desk which had several large, thick folders, full of photographs and reports on past things she had investigated. So, I tried to find the report she had started on the Queen Elizabeth II to assign a number to the investigation, but  I couldn't find it. She had already taken the report and started the investigation without me. she was on sates - I was walking so she would get there before me.

So I took a train to get to the ship quicker and I was laying down relaxing while the train was moving. We were going under bridges that all had our company name on because we owned the railroad too.

On each yellow covered bridge we went under - was the name 'DON'. 



2-4-05 - DREAM - We were somewhere at a church fair where they had kiddy-rides and raffles, etc. I don't know where it was.

It was late in the morning and time to go home. We were all wearing our winter coats so it must have been cold out and getting towards winter.

As I was putting my youngest son's coat on, the man who ran the fair went around filling up our wine cups because he didn't want any left over. Even the kids had wine in cups.

One of the people didn't know how to get home, so we got out little maps. It still didn't say what town we were in, but it clearly showed that St. Michaels Rd. was the way home.

but before we could leave, my youngest son bill pooped his pants, so I took him to the bathroom to clean him up and put clean pants on him. I told him to wash at the sink and another little boy about the same age came in at the same time with the same problem.

I told him to wash himself with soap at the sink but he refused. and just wiped the poop off on a towel and walked away stinking of poop with a defiant look on his face. He wasn't about to do what I told him to do. 

Meanwhile, my own son didn't want to use soap either because the defiant kid didn't use it, so I told my son to get into the bathtub and he could play in the water for a bit. He liked that idea.

Then my older daughter came into the bathroom and was jealous that she couldn't play in the water in the bathtub, so I took sweet smelling soap and water on the corner of a multicolored quilt and washer and she went out of the bathroom sweet smelling and happy. 

Then I took my son out of the bathtub and put a one-piece light blue coverall on him and smelled his skin and he was sweet smelling too. 


2-5-05 - DREAM - (This dream was about how Presidential candidates are really chosen and preserving Roosevelt's room with the wheelchair so patriotic people could go there and make political speeches. )

The dream started off, with the political candidates laying down inert side by side in the order of the eligibility of the pecking order so to speak. 

The system allowed for them to be chosen to run in that order, however, the secret of their ability to run lay with the wives of the candidates. If a wife didn't go along with the plan, the plan was changed. 

In this case a wife said, "I don't want my husband to be President, I want him to have a high political office, but I don't want him to have the Power of being President," The order of the candidates was changed so he couldn't win. 

Then I was taken to  a room that was dimly lit. In the center of this room was a powerful wheelchair where patriotic political speakers were made from.

There was a green-leaved plant that grew one red leaf in the center and this red leaf was laid on the candidates forehead like a blessing before he made his speech.

I watered these frail plants to make sure they kept growing. 

On the way home, I was driving down a wide road and I wanted to drive on the right, but my car kept drifting left and finally it pulled off the road all by itself and drove through a field right to a gas station.

I woke up briefly, then went back to sleep and in this dream I needed to go to the bathroom. I could hear my father snoring in the room so I couldn't go in there and pee and disturb his sleep.

In the hallway, outside his door, I found an electric candle with a flame-shaped bulb on top and two pretty white-back dusting pads with lace around them.

I guess he meant for us to use them. 


2-6-05 - DREAM - I was working in a large office for Mr. Reich. He wasn't there when I came in the office in the morning, but all my work was piled on my desk for me to do.

I had to go through the mail firstly to see if we had received an answer to a letter we had sent to someone named Joseph. I also pulled out some cards that had travel information for a trip he was going to be making.

Secondly, there was a stack of books on the desk, each one with a slip of paper stuck in them marking pages where I was to copy information from for a speech he was going to make about a temple in the year 1542. 

One book was huge, old and well used - an oversize thick book. The others were about 7 bright blue shiny books about 4 x 5 inches across and about an inch thick. 

Before I did that part of the work I had to go upstairs for lunch which I did and met some other people, including David from Purchasing Dept.

I had to hurry back down before my boss showed up. I wanted to impress him by having the speech put together before he came in.

When I arrived back at the office, there came a man playing with some children in the corner - like it was of afternoon or something.

I looked at the clock to see what time it was. There were old-fashioned looking clocks but ran on batteries. It was 12:35 p.m. but our main clock had stopped and was upside-down on the wall. I turned it right side up and set the correct time on it, then got back to work on writing my bosses speech.

... Gueldres James III (1460-1488) m. Margaret, daughter of King of Denmark James IV (1488-1513) m. Margaret, daughter of Henry VII James V (1513-1542) m. Madelein ...


2-7-05 - DREAM - (We watched the Michael Moore film 'Bowling for Columbine" before going to sleep)

(The film basically said that America is a violent nation and has been so since its beginning. Michael Moore compared America's 11,700 murders by gun to Canada which only had 65 murders by gun in the same year. He blamed the NRA and Charleton Heston for this thought he was a lifetime ember himself and owned guns and hunted in the state of Michigan all his life.)

In the dream, tow boys who supposedly were Klebold and   came to my house to hang out with my sons who were teenagers.

I didn't like their attitudes and told them to get out of my house.

Then I went outside to pick up broken tree branches that had been broken off the trees from a windstorm and the two boys came back and asked if they could work for me picking up tree branches. 

I told them I couldn't afford to pay them, but they volunteered to work for free just to get the experience.

So they joined me in bringing the branches into the barn and helped separate rough boards from smooth-cut wood sticks.

One tree was too heavy for any of us to carry. We had to leave that one for someone else to handle. 

After that the boys showed me that more than two boys had been involved in their little gun toting gang but more than kids had been involved. They also told me that the whole thing had been a set-up and that everyone should know that.

They showed me a web page about it where  the viewer was supposed to click on a time calculation called EXPERIENCE and then click on a little square next to it labeled GO. 

I refused to do that. I said I would accept that what they did was a set up to cause fears in America, but I refused  to either click on or copy EXPERIENCE or GO time calculator on my won web page. 

2-8-05 - FEAR FACTOR


2-8-05 - DREAM - I had two fully furnished apartments and a third facing west on the same floor facing East. 

I was just moving into. There was a problem with the plumbing in the bathroom in the third apartment but the plumber said they could fix it the following day. He didn't want to come early in the day but I told him, "the earlier the better." Otherwise I'd be sitting there waiting for him all day and I had more important things to do. 

Meanwhile I was sitting there, waiting for phone calls and telling myself I should be typing up purchase orders for my boss Richard, though I knew this was not a rush job. However if I typed them Richard could sign them and we'd get them to the manufacturers and they'd all have their paperwork finalized. Everything was already in their schedule - so typing these was just formalization - let getting things written in stone - so to speak.

One of my other bosses told me not to put too much pressure on Karen Luestra because she was on the verge of losing it emotionally and mentally and they didn't want any stress put on her beyond what she already had.

I had a few female visitors during the day.  One of them, I showed her both of my apartments and showed her the baby grand piano  I had refinished that the had throw out. It looked really nice even though I hadn't dusted it for a few days.

She walked me down to the lobby then because I wanted to pick up my mail. I carefully made sure I had both mailbox keys on the  way.

I noted that there was a man dressed in black following me and I'd have to ditch him on the way back so he wouldn't know which apartment I went to.

When I did reach my apartment the phone rang and she said she was Karen Luestra and she asked if I would please not put any pressure on her because she felt like she was losing it. I agreed that I wouldn't.

I then went home to my Father's house on 16th St.  when it started to snow. This was the large fluffy stuff and when it was over, there was about 4 feet of snow on the ground. 

My son Tom was there and he said he was going to g out and shovel out the cars. He asked if I wanted to come out too. I said, "No thanks!" but I did anyway just as some people were pulling a sled through the alley for fun. 

I looked out into the alley and I could see how deep and soft the snow was. 

I could hear cars going by on 16th St. I could tell it was spring because the cars were driving through melting wet sloppy snow on the street. It wasn't cold out at all and the snow was pristine white. 


2-9-05  -- DREAM - I was in a large mall in a department store. I kept seeing people I knew at a distance but I never had a chance to take to them. I was taking care of children at the store at the same time.

I had a date with a guy and we walked up the street and I said I wanted to go into the mall and he kept saying, "No!"  He didn't want to waste time going there.

We got close to the entrance and there were 9 motorcycle cops lined up in the doorway which also had steep stairs going up. So the cops were lined up in a series of stairs. 

 .  .   . 
.  .  .
.  .  . 

I wanted to know what was going on so I stood in the street, thinking that if video cameras were on I'd get in the picture. I really wanted to know what was happening there.

On my side of the street they were collecting money for something. There were so many coins they were falling onto the floor. 

I thought the coins should be put into containers, so I was going to do that and I heard some young kids bagging up the money.

I went to help and one of the cops came over with a container and I started scooping coins into it. Finally only dimes were left. 

I never saw so many dimes in my life.  I scooped dimes several times.

After I finished scooping up the money for safekeeping, the cops left and I went over to the mall. 

I no sooner got there and Norman M popped his self out from a booth.. He was sporting a white beard and was really thin like he was the last time I saw him. 

He was talking to someone on a cell phone. He called over to me. "Don't go away. I want to talk to you."
So I stood there and waited for him to get off the phone.

I knew it was the day before he was going to die so I thought to myself, "I'm going to be extra nice to him so he had something good to remember."

NOTE: The last time I really talked to him before he died in 2003 (March) it was a Wednesday. He had a doctor appointment on Friday where they were going to evaluate him for a lung transplant. As it happened, he couldn't breath good enough to go to the appointment so when he called the doctor, they told him he was to deteriorated to have the surgery. He got so depressed he got even weaker and called for a therapist to come to the house. She gave him morphine so he could breathe better so he lay in bed getting morphine and took his last breath on Saturday morning.

I was waiting for him to call me on the phone, not knowing he was dead. Finally I called him and found that the phone was disconnected.

So I looked in the on-line newspaper and saw his death notice there, so I called his sister and she told me all the gory details of his death. 


Hi:  The dream repeats some information I got via telephone earlier in the day, which makes it suspect, but that discussion might have brought out a truth that is related to the Hindu religion or a story or someone's life.
THE DREAM - 2-9-05
I was visiting with some Hindu people. They seemed very nice. The two women were both pregnant, but only one of them was happy.
One of the women was unhappy because of her husband's obsession with the Rig Veda.
Because of this rift between them, she was afraid that after her baby was born, the husband was going to take  the baby and just put her out of
the house.
So before the babies were born, she got a hold of the plans of the house and discovered that there was a secret stairway behind one of the living room walls. The two women were going to take off the living room wall, climb down a ladder into the basement area and escape the cruel fate that she thought would be her future.
So that afternoon, the two women tried to escape, and removed the living room wall and started to climb down the ladder into the basement.
But because of her condition, the woman who was afraid of losing her baby to her husband, fell down the ladder and spontaneously gave birth to a premature baby.
They said that the baby was born thin and dark colored because the mother had been given rat poison.
In actuality, she was eating Apricot seeds without removing the brown paper covering from them.
The seeds themselves cure cancer, but the brown paper covering is Warfarin  - rat poison.

2-10-05 - DREAM - I went back to my ex-husband in Wisconsin. He was trying to be nice to me and treat me kindly. He hadn't cleaned anything in the 25 years I've been gone, but he didn't want me to have to clean all that up so he and the kids were trying to clean.

We were still all outside and I saw that there was cat shit on the all-glass garage doors. I couldn't figure out how cats could shit all the way up to the t of these glass doors, but no matter what, they had to be cleaned.

I asked for a bottle of Windex and a rag and the kids brought me that but it only took a few minutes to realize that I needed a water hose with high pressure to wash the cat shit off the window.

So the kids brought me the water hose with the nozzle. Then a big chunk of glass broke out of the door, so I took it into the house to finish cleaning it.

The sink had 25 years of dust and crud on it too, but my focus was on the piece of glass. The cat shit turned white at this point and was congealed into thick sheets, so could pry out the edges and peel it off, but now the chunks of cat shit started talking to each other saying, "She doesn't really think she can get rid of us does she?" as I picked them up and threw them away.

I had the glass clean now but the glass was no longer flat, it was now the shape of a helmet like Darth Vader wore in Star Wars. I carried the glass out to my husband, knowing that it would no longer fit the hole in the glass of the garage doors. But he wasn't mad at me because the glass he was cleaning had done the same thing. So the glass now looked like 2 glass helmets.

He still didn't want me to do anything but the car and the sink had 25 years worth of dust and crud on them yet.

I left the car to him and went into the house to clean the sink. This was just honest dust and dirt from 25 years, but as I started to clean it, it just gagged me.


2-11-05 - DREAM - I was visiting my grown kids on a vacation. They were really busy and were planning on going camping at a lake.

Meantime, I was trying to help out and clean up after her kids so we could have breakfast. I was going to cook breakfast so soon as I got the place cleaned up, it began to look like I was going to have to paint the walls too.

We decided we'd go find the campground so we got in the car which was pulling a large camping trailer. We were getting near the area where the lake was and were following another camping trailer.

Ahead of us on the road a big digger machine was set sideways , getting ready to close the road.

They let us and the camper we were following through and then they closed the road behind us.

We followed the camper through a forest lane and all of a sudden the camper ahead of us disappeared. We stopped and got out to see where they went and almost swallowed our teeth in shock.

Ahead of us - the road disappeared down a 4500 foot escarpment.

We looked over and saw a campground below on the valley floor and a beautiful blue lake beyond.

There were hundreds of trailers around the lake, so we knew there was a way to get there, but this was the wrong road.

So we backed up to an intersection and took another road that went toward the lake. On this road we stopped at the edge of a 3500 escarpment.

It looked like maybe a car could zip down over the edge - MAYBE - but certainly not a car pulling a trailer.

Then we noticed that there were hundreds of trailers parked up here on top of the hill - or wherever we were and these trailers were stacked 4 high on top of each other. They had to be walking to the lake from here. We could find a safe way down there.

We did find a big hall and went in and found that there were lots of table set up for a banquet. It was still breakfast time.

So I thought I would cook breakfast for all these people since we hadn't eaten breakfast yet either.

The logistics of providing the table service was enormous. I check out the orange juice first and I could see there wasn't enough for everyone. Btu again maybe not al the people would want orange juice anyway. One thing I could do was give everyone water, but not everyone wants water either, so I gave everyone a glass and they could pour what they wanted for themselves.

Then the next problem to solve was finding container so every table could have its own water pitcher or jug or jars. Coming up with enough of those to serve the water was a problem too. There wasn't enough jars for water either.

Then a man came with a small jar and offered it and I saw that it had a pale yellow candle in it.

Then I saw that there were only 4 small yellow candles in glass jars so there wouldn't be enough candle light for everyone either.


2-11-05 -  (After I had a discussion of channeling with a friend of mine and calling a specific Master, I had this dream:

NAP DREAM - 2 p - 3 p.m.

I was in a large apartment building - observing what was going on in the lobby. There was a  lot of people coming and going.

I decided to go outside and see what was going on. I started descending the stairs and there was a drop-off at the bottom stair at which I thought the term "full body consciousness" and fell off the stair. But I stayed upright and landed on my feet on the sidewalk.

On the sidewalk was a Mexican woman standing with her small child. She was upset because she had locked herself out of her apartment.

Since I was the Manager of the building, I had the Master keys. I told her I could let her into her apartment.

So I opened the side door of the building where the stairs came all the way to the sidewalk. We climbed the stairway slowly. It was a long way up - more than the normal number of stairs between floors.

We got up to the top of the stairs and I asked her which apartment she lived in and she said "Number 22"

I looked at the door that had number 22 on it. That door didn't even have a lock on it. All one had to do was push it open. It wasn't even actually closed. It didn't even go all the way tot eh floor nor up all the way to the top of the doorway.

As it was, the maintenance men were going in and out of the door as we spoke.

I couldn't believe she couldn't figure out how to open that door. All one had to do was push it open.

On the other hand - nobody lived in that room. It was just used to get from one place to another.


2-12-05 - DREAM - (In real life I was gagging on Phlegm)

I was at work. It was a Friday. Everyone left for lunch at 11:30 a.m. I wasn't feeling very well and decided to go home and take the afternoon off sick.

Before I could leave, I had to write a note and leave it on the head secretaries desk.

I started to write the note and a tall guy named John came through the office and asked me if I'd like to go to lunch with him.

I told him that I would have loved to but was going home sick and begged him to please ask me again sometime.

Then some girl came through that I knew and they asked me to go shopping with them and I had to tell them I was going home sick.

All of a sudden I was holding a newborn baby on my lap and holding it close and trying to get it to burp. It did and I woke up choking on phlegm.

I went back to sleep after coughing and I was back in the office trying to get my coat on and put the note on the secretaries desk. I noted that it was 5 minutes past twelve noon now.

I could get my right arm al the way through the sleeve (I was laying on that arm in bed)

Meanwhile some Russian men were gathering around me and asking questions which I was trying to ignore because I wanted to go home.

I noticed my pursed had fallen over and the wallet had fallen out. I thought the Russians had robbed me, so I quickly went through my wallet to make sure everything was there.

At that time I realized I didn't have my master keys in my coat pocket and they weren't on my key ring in my purse either so I fished around in the coin purse and found them there.

I continued putting on my coat and saw that the white stuffing was coming out of the lining and the harder I tried to gather up the stuffing and get my arm into the sleeves the more stuffing was coming out and the edge of the sleeves had separated from the lining and it looked like a rat had been chewing on it.

It was almost 2 p.m. and the girls were now coming back from lunch and I hadn't even left yet.

I wanted to walk down the 4th floor hall past T.M's desk so he would know I was leaving, but there was a steep stairway on the edge of the hallway.  My feet started walking down the stairs but my head was staying on the 4th floor. It was very disconcerting because I wanted to walk down the hall, not down the steps and I was getting more and more stretched in doing this.

I finally just woke up and had to cough really hard to open my airway and breathe again.


2-11-05 - (Joe and I were watching the history channel. The program was about the history of Satan. I fell sleep during the show and awake to someone shouting, "Hail Satan, Hail Satan.)  I stated, "I can't watch any more of this!" and got up and went to bed

DREAM. I was working on two e-mails. Someone had sent me two files with pictures of Satan. I deleted all the pictures of Satan in one e-mail and started deleting the pictures of Satan in the other e-mail then realized that if I did that, nobody would ever recognize what they were dealing with if they came across him, so I decided to save the picture I hadn't yet deleted.

I walked away from the computer and noted that I was in the Master bedroom of my Fathers house.

I heard a commotion out in the yard. I looked out the window and saw that the people across the alley were building a new house and to do that they had two ladders leaning up against the two trees in our yard, starting to cut off the branches because our trees were in the way of building their house across the alley.

I knew that was the wrong thing to do, so I decided to run outside and stopped them even though my Father was assisting them. They had to stop destroying our trees.

For some reason I couldn't use the shortcut and go out the back door directly into the yard.

As I ran out, I heard a loud cracking noise and someone shouted, "Don't just cut off the branches, cut down the whole tree."

I was so upset by now, I had to stop them and I rushed outside and ran alongside the house. There was a steep hill down to the alley on my left, but narrow path ran alongside the house so I could use that to get to the backyard.

As I ran along this path, I ran into the new people from across the alley. She was a blonde woman with a grin ear to ear. Her husband was way up the ladder leaning against our house, cutting something off near the top.

Their 7 year old boy was standing near the ladder. She admonished him not to get in the way. The boy said, "The hill is too steep. I don't want to fall down it."

That was my sentiment too, so I ignored the old superstition about not walking under ladders - it was either stay on my path or fall down the hill.

As I passed the grinning woman she said to me, "Isn't it a bit early in the day to be wearing such a warm jacket?"

I looked down and saw that I was wearing a heavy grey, black, and white plaid jacket.

I replied, "I'm still wearing this from last night."

I knew I hadn't gotten any sleep since then.

I ran into the backyard after opening the tall red gate.

Both of the trees were cut down and my Father had removed all the branches from the yard.

I realized now that the trees were gone, those ladders were on our house and they were going to tear down our house so they could build there's.

As I walked into the yard and saw that the trees were gone and realized the full implication of what was happening, my Father/husband/boss Richard came walking back from the trash bin, having thrown away the last branch. I was so angry, I was seething full up with that emotion. I couldn't even speak to him to see what he had helped those people destroy.

So I rushed back into my house to save it. 

and woke up.



2-13-05 - DREAM - This dream started out with benign feelings and ended with so much violence I woke up with my heart pounding in fear and I jumped out of bed and left the room and refused to return for fear the dream would continue.

I was working in an office with some other young women. This office was an adjunct to Engineers of parts that went into a machine of some kind.

I was in the purchasing department, next to record-keeping where they kept records of parts on cards. There were numerous drawers of cards. The drawers were about a foot wide, 4" high and about 3 feet long when they were pulled out of the case which held hundreds of these drawers.

One of the girls left her desk and I took my purchase order and its attached blueprints and drawings over to her desk because she had the drawer with the cards I needed to record the purchases on.

She came back to her desk while I was looking through the drawers for the cards I needed.

She was very angry for touching the drawers.

I explained why I needed the cards, but didn't matter to her.

She had a computer run-off sheet with lists of numbers she was comparing to the cards' numbers.

I showed her the drawings' numbers to prove my need but she didn't care. To her, I wasn't to touch anything on 'her' desk.

For some reason this same young woman had to have some female type surgery.

I was in the operating room when she climbed up on the operating table. In the room also was the female doctor, the woman's 3 year-old daughter and another woman who was short and dark -  a friend of hers.

The little girl was sitting on top of another table at the other end of the operating room, so I went over to keep her company while her mother was being operated on.

The mother became very irate that I went near her daughter and told me to stay away from her daughter.

Her daughter's hands were covered with orangish -colored substance that looked greasy - kind of like sphagettios sauce.

So even though her mother was yelling at me from the operating table, I took some clean paper-towels and wiped the greasy stuff off the girl's fingers.

Other than that, I didn't touch her and I didn't move her.

I walked away from the little girl but by then I got the feeling I had started a war that the woman was determined to win.

I was going to go home and it was snowy and cold out, so I started to put my coat on which took time because it had an overlapping front with 2 rows of buttons to button up.

I asked another woman if she would mind driving me home and she agreed, but the short-dark woman got between me and the door and as soon as the other woman walked out the door, she snarled at me and said, "Lets play a game of screwdrivers!"

She quickly unrolled a white cloth that contained an array of sharp screwdriver tips that snap into a long handle.

I got very frightened and picked up my makeup case and started hitting her in the head with it so I could get out of the room.

The short dark-haired woman was only 3 feet tall, but her hand felt like concrete when I hit her.

I woke up with my heart racing and pounding as I escaped the room.

The time was 3:55 a.m.


About 5 a.m.  I went back to bed and dreamed that the woman had attacked me with GRACE & MERCY and I attacked her back with BEHEST.

'Behest' had the shape of small triangular that were wider than they were tall.

'Grace' was the shape of a half moon with a flat bottom like the triangle. I didn't see the shape of 'Mercy'.

I don't know what the screwdrivers represented but it seems that the shape of GRACE had been taken out from each side of the screwdriver and the screwdriver was what was left once GRACE was removed.


2-14-05 - SCARY DREAM - 1:44 a.m.  I was in my apartment in Milwaukee. I shared it with a co-worker Juanita.

I didn't know if I had just moved in or she had or we were just moving out, but it was evident that we weren't getting along well.

If she would have ignored me, we would have been fine, but when I went to see the bathroom, the toilet was stained with lime and iron deposits so I decided I'd clean it before we left the apartment.

Prior to that I had been enjoying life , making dinner for other people, chit-chatting with others in the hallway  when I went to get my mail at the mailbox. I was a very happy person.

Bit when I went to get my mail, in the same room was the maintenance supplies and I decided to take a small bag of industrial  soap to clean our bathroom.

Juanita saw me take the soap and threatened to tell on me. She brought a whole bunch of people with her back to the apartment and when she saw I was going to clean the bathroom, she threatened to pour liquid toilet bowl cleaner on my hands and hurt me.

I made a comment to her that the entire kitchen cabinet was full of grains - in other words - products made with grains like wheat, rice, rye and other grains to make bread, cakes, pies, thing that get frosted.

I didn't feel safe after she threatened me so I left the apartment. The mistake I made was - I didn't take my purse or my coat with my keys and now I was afraid to go back alone and get it. If I had my purse and keys, I could easily live anywhere else.

Finally, I went to the office on the second floor, where the supervisor was working. She was busy trimming carpet and making the pile short - like grooming a dog and at the same time encouraging a retarded girl who was working for her as a secretary.

I asked her for a second of her time, which she granted me and I told her about being threatened by Juanita who said she was going to pour toilet bowel cleaner on my hands.   (Joe says she fits the part of the harlot in the book of Revelations)

She advised me to just go back and get along. That was no help so I decided I would find a group of people to go back with me, who would be noisy and cause a distraction so I could grab my purse, coat and keys and get out again safety.

I had friends in the building, so I stopped at apartment 205 where Ruth lived and knocked on the door.

Bette Midler answered the door and she was giggling and seemed drunk.

I asked her if Ruth was home. She said, "Yes, but she's a little busy. We just go home from a wake."

I could hear partying and laughter in the room behind her. I asked her if the group would mind coming back to my apartment with me so I could get my purse, coat and keys.

She said, "Sure!", but I waited out in the hall and nobody ever came out, so I gave up to try someone else.

I ran into a male friend. He seemed to be George Castanza from Seinfeld TV show. He said he would go with me but first he had to get the people's luggage from the garage, but he never came back.

So I set out down the hall to find someone else.

Down a ways, I met a girl I knew who was going to dance for her husband. She had never done it before and was gathering an audience of people to watch.

My high school friend Jim S. who was there, who was a cop, and I heard him say, "We are going to protect our sister while she does her sexy dance for her husband.

I thought that would be a great ploy to bring home with me so I could grab my coat, purse, and keys and escape safely, so I invited them to come and do the dance in my apartment.

When we got near the apartment, I could see the door was open, but inside the light was off and there was nobody there. Juanita and her pals had left the place and threat was gone. So I had been scared all this time for nothing.

But I woke up with my heart pounding in fear.


2-15-05 - DONNA'S DREAM - (Donna is my best friend)

I was in a modern building.  I was with Dee who was dressed like a nurse. She was assessing something with me. She kept me distracted and then suddenly jabbed a needle into my back and hit the wrong spot.

So Dee told me that she would need to do it again because it would cause an upgrade to my system.

First she injected me on the right side of my spine and then on the left side of my spine.

When she injected me - forceful fluid came out of my mouth - real fast.

She said this had to be done because when they tested me - I came up as unavailable.

I woke up and went back to sleep

DREAM #2 - My husband and I had had been away and everybody at home had had the stomach flu. Dee was there and said, "Only 2% of people who started with nothing made a success.  64% use drugs as dealers - the rest are dishonest.  Those lied the most and run everything. (Illuminati)

I kept washing my hands to prevent illness.  My son broke two laws by throwing food away. This was the 'food' law.  (Waste not - want not)

That also broke the 'eating law'.

The cops were coming. It was very conspiratorial.

I and Dee then went to Dee's house.  In a hallway the cops came and Dee opened a door and gave me a piece of chocolate cake with lime green filling.

A woman came in the hallway - dressed like a Russian and Dee was acting like an investigative reporter.  (This fits with another dream Dee had)

The woman said, "Do not waste food."

The inference was this was a luxury and the woman said that eating 'used' food was okay.

NOTE: Food can represent information as 'food for thought."


2-16-05 - DREAM - I was in a building that was either a school or church school.

Several mothers and children were rehearsing for funerals - writing and peaking their own words.

I was personally videotaping this.

I was then up a balcony overlooking some kind of machine that emitted a blue light and some kind of rays. A group of little boys ran in front of this light because they looked funny when they did it and they all laughed as they did this, but nobody paid attention when the smallest of the boys shrunk down alarmingly and crawled away.

Then I videotaped a series of young women who all looked similar because of the way they had their hair out in front - sticking out and wispy. One girls name was Gail Presley.

Just before I woke up, I saw one of those drag - long racing cars and its engine exploded violently.  The organization that ran this particular race was a group called NACA or something like that.  (It wasn't NASCAR)


2-17-05 - DREAM - I was in Milwaukee. I went into a church to attend a service some other women.

In they church, they were using a very old hymnal which looked like it had the Catholic mass in the front of the book.

Inside the back cover of the book was listed five other churches with their phone numbers but not their addresses.

I then attended a funeral and after the funeral, they gave out three armfuls of red roses. I got one of the armfuls myself.

I watched as two black cars went by with their roses being gracefully held outside the front passenger window.

As for my own car, I wanted to take a photograph of my roses before they were taken away. The vehicle was a pickup truck and the roses were laid in the back of it. My bouquet was not graceful like the others had been now.

I was going to go to the next church on the list and I found that it was on Lisbon Ave.

I could have driven in my own car but for this journey, I had to take the bus and transfer at some point to get there.

I got on the bus and asked the driver if I could get a transfer to the Lisbon Ave. bus and he said, "No!".

I said, "I will have to buy a new ticket then." I got out my wallet out of my purse and dug out two quarters as the fee was 50 cents.

I gave the two quarters to the bus driver and he handed me what felt like a thermometer wrapped in tissue paper.

I had to get off the bus then in order to take the bus that went to Lisbon Ave.

Before I did that though, I had to get my coat because I was wearing a  bright red Satin choir robe.

As I went up the stairs I heard someone yell my name, "Hey Dee!"

I knew it was someone I didn't want to see right then, so I raced up the stairs two at a time, grabbed my brown tweed coat out of the closet and threw it over my arm and started racing back down the stairs in fear.

I spotted the man then - a tall, thin dark-haired man with a moustache. 

I saw him pistol whip my husband as I raced down the stairs and I was praying I could get to the door in time.

I was picturing myself getting to the door and opening it so I woke up with my heart pounding in fear.


2-16-05 - ANOTHER DONNA DREAM - There was a large balloon race. It was too windy but they did it anyway because Michigan was ahead and they didn't want to lose.

We  were observing this from Mt. Manadnock in New Hampshire. A couple balloons crashed into the mountain because of the wind downdraft. It didn't appear that anyone was hurt though.

NOTE:  See below for possible events. - About NH - NH State Fairs
... tractor pull, 4-H dairy show, Balloon super zoo ... Fair September 17 -26,  New Hampshire's largest, and ... Harness racing, exhibits, shows, rides, and concessions ... -

The Balloon Fest 5k
... 30- 6 Live Entertainment- Invasion 6:00 The Last Balloon Lift Off. ... Hillsboro is located midway between Keene and Concord, New Hampshire on Route ... Granite Racing. ...


2-18-05 - My dreams were like short vignettes

I was laying in bed next to Joe who was snoring. I could see out the window into a city street where a small groups (six?)  'shooters'  in gray uniforms were standing next to a building with guns ready.

I kept nudging Joe to wake up, saying, "Shooters! Look at the 'shooters'" but Joe wouldn't wake up and I felt very frustrated.

Then I realized that I was sleeping too and dreaming this and it wasn't real.

NOTE: After I woke up I was thinking about that dream and I had a quick vision which showed me the same 'shooters' in gray uniforms and wearing flight helmets , standing in a desert-like area like they had just flown in.

A voice said, "They looked like this1" and it looked very real.

NOTE 2:  I wasn't familiar with the term 'shooters' but a couple days later, the very next page I came to in a book I was slowly reading titled, "The Rogue Warriors - Strategy for Success" by Richard  Marcinko, I came to this on page 20:  (He was talking about how he trained even the lowliest of his team to do 'all' the jobs including 'flying' even though that wasn't part of their normal training according to military protocol)  "The net result of my care and feeding of my grunts, or 'shooters', was that these guys would gladly move hell for me and bite the tongue off the devil. And each of them would be able to do something like that because each shooter could fly, parachute, swim, and attack all by himself, if necessary. Each man mirrored the entire machine of "SEAL" Team Six and the machine mirrored each man.


2-19-05 - VISION - I saw 3 yellow frogs hunkered down together.


2-19-04 - DREAM - It was late in the evening in a large city. Down the street from the apartment I lived in with my husband was a real estate office with large glass windows on the front. The real estate office closed and then man moved out.

That same night President Clinton moved into that same office. My husband and I drove down the street to look in the window to see what he was doing.  He was standing in front of his desk - facing away from the window.

Just then a black limousine-type car pulled up by the curb and Hilary Clinton got out of the car on the street side of the car.

She had her back to me, but I quickly rolled the window o four car down to say , "Hello!" and welcome to the neighborhood."

She heard me roll down the window and I held out my hand to shake hers and she smiled at me. I heard her say, "Look who is here to say, "Hello!" and she started smiling ear to ear in a broad grin that got overly large and phony looking like it wasn't real.

NOTE: I woke up thinking, "That is the phoniest smile I've ever seen. More thinking makes me believe she is going to run for President.


2-20-05 - 3 dreams go together - 5:55 a.m.

#1 - I was working in an office and I needed multiple copies of a letter made, so Handed the letter to another girl to duplicate the letter. It was a simple task.

I remembered then, that I hadn't fed the birds outside. There were babies in the nest, so they needed seed to keep them alive.

So I started outside to find the birds. I had to go up some stairs to a higher level to do this. On the way, I met a female friend and we got to chatting so instead of going directly to the birds with the seed, we took a long way there through the mall.

We were walking at quite a brisk pace and we got stopped once by a male who asked us where we were going so fast.

I told him, I was going to feed the birds.

He said, "It looks like you are going to do the laundry to me and you came in the wrong door."

I looked down at my hand and saw that I was carrying a crumpled up blue sheet instead of bird seed.

I told him, "Well this other door goes to the same place. It's just a longer walk."

So I started walking faster and after a few feet I started to feel uncomfortable in my chest and started to get out of breath and decided I had better slow down a bit.

I woke up and discovered my throat was full of phlegm - so I swallowed, took a deep breath and then decided to get up and go the bathroom.

DREAM #2 - When I went back to bed, I fell right asleep and went right back into the dream.

The office girl had come back with my letter and told me that the machine wasn't working.

So I went run to the machine and  discovered that the place where you put the paper in, not only had the paper she had put in to copy the letter to, it had another smaller pack of paper on the bottom, topped by some plastic dishes of food, from a restaurant, topped by a partial pack of paper, still with the wrapper on and ripped open on the end, topped by the clean paper. It was so jammed with paper, it could do anything at all.

I decided that the girls in the office needed a lesson in how to take care of machines.

Before I could do that though, the company psychiatrist came in and asked me how things were going, so I sat there and told her the whole first dream  and then about how the girl had expected the machine to work all jammed up with not only paper, but restaurant food and old packages of paper. I told her I was going to give a lesson in how to take care of a machine.

She thought that was a good idea.

I got interrupted then by a girl who came over to my desk and showed me that she wanted some plants that I had growing on a table near my desk.

When she was showing me what she wanted, she ripped the plants right out of the ground they were growing in.

I was stunned that she would do such a thing. She could have just pointed at them, not ripped them out where they were growing.

She said, "I want them over here and showed me a different spot to put them in. Then her mother came in and brought two very large crystal balls which were very beautiful and planted one of them in the left corner and the other one in the right corner and then said the plants could go in the center.

Then she said she wanted a fish tank just like mine too, but she didn't want fish in it, she placed two brown ducks in the tank. The two ducks were swimming under the water and coming up for in every moment or so.

That wasn't the way I saw ducks behave before.

I told her though that to move the tank to her house, all the water would have to be moved in buckets because you can't move a 50 gallon fish tank with the water still in it.

She wasn't very happy about having to carry all the water to her house and I woke up.

DREAM #3 - I went back to sleep and was back in the office, getting people together to teach them how to take care of a machine. I was surprised to see not only the girls there, but all the men and engineers as well.

I had not yet cleaned out the copying machine. That was going to be part of my demonstration.

There must have been about 50 people in the room. I wasn't nervous and I knew exactly what I was going to say.

I was going to ask them, "What is the first thing one must do to take care of a machine?"  My answer was, "oil", the second was, "cleanliness."

So I asked the question:  "What is the most important thing one must do to take care of a machine?"

One girl stood up and said, "Staff!"

I said, "No! Let me ask the question in a different way. What is the 1st thing one must do to take care of a machine?"

One of the engineers stood up and said, "Get a 'good' staff!"

Everyone laughed, at his joke.  I wasn't laughing.

I said, "That isn't exactly the order I would put on it, still wanting to hear the answer, "oil!" So, I said, "Okay, let me ask the question more clearly. "What is the 1st thing that someone must do to take care of a machine.?"

A really tall girl I've worked with before stood up and said, "Get a good staff!"

I said, "And what is your name?"

She answered, "Isabel!"   (name means 'devoted to God' )

(I was stunned to hear the name because I had just read about St. Isabel of Hungary the other day, but I didn't say anything about that to her.)

So I was talking about and not only was the paper path cleaned out, and the copies made that I needed the machine had duplicated itself and now we had two of them.


2-21-05 - While I was listening to Russell Targ speak on the radio, I was seeing a series of books with shiny blue covers with ornate drawings of dragons. The largest book opened oddly - as it had a 3 way cover and inside it said, "Satanist".

2-21-05 - DREAM - I was visiting people in a house somewhere. In a room upstairs, I met with 6 women (all sisters) who all looked alike. They were all dressed in bright blue suits and were so chubby, they almost looked like balls.

Supposedly I was their sister also, but I was taller and thinner and wasn't wearing a blue suit.

The six women gathered in a circle and hugged as they hadn't met in a long time and I pinned little tags on their backs with their names. Each had a word on it that meant 'welcome' but said something else I can't remember.

The house we were in belonged to an evil man, a guy who loved himself more than anyone else and was always looking in a mirror, combing his hair and admiring himself. He was dark-skinned like a Puerto Rican, handsome but not my type.

After we women (sisters) met, the man tried to corner me in the bedroom and talk me into having sex with him, but I was appalled by him and his advances and ran I ran from the room.

I got out to the balcony of the stairway which overlooked the lobby..

I had something hot in my hand that was yellow like cheese and because of my fear, the yellow cheese began dripping down in long strings and falling on the faces of the men who were standing there looking up at me.

(I wonder if I ate cheese that day?)


DREAM #2 - I fell asleep thinking about the dream and this dream was explaining the previous dream.

I kept seeing the Puerto Rican man looking into a mirror o the wall that had a large ornate frame around it. The mirror was wider than it was high and the man's image was very clear as he looked into the image , admiring himself.

I then saw a note written about him and his other. IN a paragraph of dialogue his mother tells him, "I ma be your mother, but I am not a woman."

He replies, "What are you then a man?"

NOTE:  Note, the answer is 'NO. I'm a star."


2-21-05 -  (An Amber Frey/Scott Peterson TV show was playing on TV when I went to sleep.)

DREAM - I was in a house somewhere.  I went into the kitchen and discovered that my husband had installed two new sink/stoves side by side on one wall. I could hear the TV on in the other room playing - the Amber Frey/Scott Peterson show.

There were no pots and plans in or on this sink/stove. The drawer at the bottom of this white sink/stove had only white plates and dishes in it. One cooked right on the plate.

I figured out how the turn o the stove and then waited until I saw a series of spot turn pink where the heat was.  (It was like a ceramic stove top.)

The plates sat on the pink spots to cook. I was going to fry some eggs in olive oil and hopped the olive oil didn't run off the edge of the plate while it was cooking.

The sink side of the sink/stove had a slightly lower depression and there was a white faucet sticking out above that side. But I didn't see a drain in the sink so I couldn't figure out how one would get rid of the water once it was in the sink.


2-23-05 - DREAM - I saw a grid in space and there was a Blue Rose attached to it.


2-23-05 - DREAM - I was in the living room in my New Berlin house. We had visitors and the woman was sitting on the sofa in front of the window.

There was a tall tree growing in a big brass pot on the north wall, not too far from her and there was a long and wide board attached to the top of the tree and to the curtain rod above the woman's head.

I noticed that there were long spider cobwebs attached to the end of the board above her head and to the curtain rod and it appeared that she had her head attached to them as well .

My husband decided he'd better take the board down and when he did the tree began to sway because the board had been supporting it.

So my husband pulled the tree up by the roots and I saw that the root system was like an large onion with about 12 short roots on the bottom.

I commented on how short the roots were on the tree and he commented on how good they were and began to eat them. Then he started to eat the onion part of the root system as well.

I told him the tree couldn't grow any more if ate  the roots off to it and he aid, "The roots will grow back."

I went outside then where there was a huge old tree growing in the ground.

There was a boy child out there and I saw that he had a small chain saw and it had broken, trying to cut down the tree.

I also saw that Joe the maintenance man was out there digging a huge trench around the tree, trying to dig around the root system.

The root system was so large on this tree he couldn't dig down far enough to dig the tree up.

I saw he was frustrated because he couldn't fix the chain saw either so the tree was safe for another day.


2-24-05 - (I Couldn't breathe during the night)

DREAM - My husband and I went to a funeral parlor. He went inside and left me in the car to wait for him.

I was reading a children's book and the word on the page I last looked at was HAPPY!

I decided then I should start the car and listen to the radio, so I put the key in the ignition, put my foot on the gas pedal but it wouldn't start the engine - it was just noise - trying to start.

All of a sudden, a man's arm came in the window and reached down to press on the gas pedal with me.

I turned and looked to the window and there was a man with a grey pudgy face looking at me.

I got so scared, I started wrapping his neck around the window posts between the front and back side windows and punching him in the face.

He had his eyes closed while I was hitting him in the face. When he had enough, he stood up, and told me to open the door on the passenger side so he could get in with me.

He started walking around the front of the car. I quickly punched down the lock button the driver's door and reached over to punch down the lock on the passenger side door - that window was closed.

As I reached over to lock the door, I woke up suddenly.  I woke up in fear with my heart leaping wildly in my chest from lack of oxygen.


2-24-05 (5:11 a.m. to 6:34 a.m.)  (A mixed up house)

DREAM - I was in my 16th St. house. Joe was just leaving for work.  (Joe leaves at 5:35 a.m.)

I went out the kitchen door to open the doors for Joe and taped to the back hall floor was a large piece of white paper with a drawing of office stacked mailboxes and under the picture was the words GET BOXES.

I figured someone who lived upstairs wanted us to install mailboxes for them.

I stopped outside and the mailman had left packages for people who lived in the building.

There were 3 packages for Jean Hudon (I'm on her e-list) There was package addressed to DREAMS - I opened that one assuming it was to me, and it was a tall bottle of bath oil with a push down type pump on the top. It was really nice but I didn't know who it was from.

Joe came outside at that point and I asked him if he had seen the note about the mailboxes on the stairs and he said, "No!" so I told him the people upstairs wanted mailboxes put in and he said, "Okay! and left for work.

It seems I was partially awake and I heard his car start outside at the point too.

I left Jean Hudon's packages there and walked around to the front of the house.

I walked around the front of the house which was now an apartment building.

A black woman who lived on the 1st floor with her daughter said she had to leave and go live with her sister because their mother had died.

I said, "Okay!" wondering if that was Jean Hudon.
The woman's daughter was dressed in a pale yellow dress. She was adorable.
Another little black girl wearing an identical pale yellow dress came up who also lived in the building.
I told them to give each other a hug, but only one of the girls hugged - the second little girl just stood there passively.  The first little girl tried to give the second girl a little kiss on the cheek and the second girl just stood there passively accepting it.
These girls were about three years old.  The passive girl suddenly became aggressive and started poking at the first girls face, telling her that her nose was too wide and too fat and that her lips were too big and that her eyebrows were too thick.
I said, "Now! Be nice!  This is the last time you will see each other. Give each other a hug and say, Goodbye!"  So they did and I walked away.
I saw a brown metallic car parked the wrong way out in the street so I walked out in the street to see if I could identify it.

Before I got to it, I noticed there was trash out in the road - what looked like a broken wooden mailbox, loose bricks, piles of dir and a rose bush growing.

I picked up the junk and took it into my house to throw it away and when I looked at my kitchen window, I saw a large pot with my new Coleus plants in it and laying on top of these was a blue iris, a blue tulip, and some branches from some other plant that had pale green leaves. None of those were rooted, just laying in the pot.

I didn't know who gave them to me, but they were pretty.

I went back outside, wanting to find out who owned the brown metallic car that was illegally parked.

I found a shirt cardboard in the street to write the license plate numbers on so I could call the cops and then looked in the street to try to find a black crayon or a pen to write with.

By then, the shirt cardboard had turned into a black T-shirt and I couldn't write on a black T-shirt with a black crayon.

I saw the garage door was open so I went inside to look for something to write with.

Inside the garage there were 4 large cars illegally parked in the center where people had to drive. There was a black man at the driver wheel of one of them.

A couple black women came into the garage from the building. I said, "You'd better get these cars moved. They are parked illegally and I'm getting ready to call the cops."

One of the women acknowledge my statement. The other one went out the emergency exit of the building.

I decided to follow her out the emergency exit and when I opened the door, there was a black iron fence almost up against the door and the space going to the left, only a small skinny person could get through there.

So I decided to go out another door and there I saw a white woman I used to rent an apartment o. (She lived on the second floor in apartment #205. Her name was Sally. She was an older woman. She left when she joined the Peace Corps)

Anyway, she told me that the back door to a bookstore opened into this space as well and there was a white cat that always sat in the window and if you waved a shirt at the window, a woman clerk would come and open the door and let you in.

I looked down to the black T-shirt I was carrying and it was now a pale pink shirt. I wondered maybe if Joe or I could wear it, but then I noticed that there was a tear at the neck and big blood stain on the back near the shoulder.

I wondered maybe if I could wear the shirt myself if I repaired the rip and washed out the blood. I really liked the shirt.

The woman said, "The cats not in the window so I guess we can't get into the bookstore right now."

I looked around where we were. It looked like we were in a large yellow cave with high ceilings. The floor was really rough and rocky.

She said, "This is an old gold mine."  I saw a smaller tunnel that went steeply down into the rock and at the bottom of that tunnel was a large round green grid with holes in it so water going down would drain into it and leave the tunnel dry.

When I woke up, I figured it must be an old gold mine because of the color of the rock.


NOTE: Jean Hudon sent me 4 files the same day. There were 'dream' references in three of them - 
in file #1 - I looked for the word dream - and you had sent this:
Chavez Says US Plotting to Kill Him (February 21, 2005)
(...) "I know I am condemned... I'm sure in Washington they are planning my death," Chavez said in a regular Sunday broadcast. "If anything happens to me, you can forget about Venezuela's oil Mr. Bush." Chavez was reacting to recent criticism of his left-wing government by U.S. officials. He often accuses Washington of backing opposition attempts to oust or even kill him, a charge Washington denies.  CLIP

In file #2 - was this:
IMAGINE - John Lennon

Imagine there's no Heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today

Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace

You may say that I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world

You may say that I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one
In file #3 - was this:

Forwarded by "Mark Graffis" <> on 18 Feb 2005
Me, My Mother, and the New World Order

by Lisa Guliani

I just got off the phone with my mother. The conversation left me numb. Why? Because my mother is asleep, or mostly asleep when it comes to what's going on in America. My mother can't allow herself to absorb my words because my words unnerve her. They make her mentally freak out. I speak of those who really drive the U.S. government and shape public policy. I might as well be talking backwards. My mother is not a mentally deficient person - just a brainwashed person. When I try to tell her of the Bush-bin Laden family connections, she says nothing. Hello, are you in there, Mom? I describe the Bilderbergs. I tell her of the Bush family's past history of funding Hitler and the Nazis, and she responds with, What happened to you? You were never this radical before. Are we having the same conversation here, Mom? I tell her that our government not only facilitated the events of 9-11, but they - along with the media - have engaged in a massive cover-up and have deceived the American people. I explain things slowly. My mother replies with, Whatever you say.

I tell her the television is a conditioning tool with repetitive stories on every channel. My mother says she sees "different" stories because she watches FOX, the History Channel and National Geographic. Okaaay, I ask her to name one news story on television that she would classify as 'different'. I'm still waiting for an answer. She does finally get around to asking me (in a snotty way) who is running the government, if not her precious 'W'. I point her toward the PNAC and people like Wolfowitz, Perle, Kissinger, Kristol, Krauthammer, Cheney, etc. I bring up the CIA and some of the fun stuff they've been into over the past few years. I use the words "global elites" and "international bankers".

She tells me she ADMIRES the PNAC men, although until I told her, she had never heard of the PNAC. The first wave of nausea sweeps over me. Hellooo, Mother. Anybody in there?

I tell her we are close to war with Iran. She says, GOOD! We should bomb them. I have to hold my breath and count to ten before responding to this or I'll scream at her. I count to ten by two's, hoping to quell the second wave of nausea. I systematically list all the reasons why - NO, Mom - war with Iran is not 'good'. I point out how different war with Iran will be if it comes to that. I point to their intact military and their size, their larger population, the fact that they haven't suffered from 13 years of UN sanctions. I point to their potential use of nuclear weapons against us. I use the word 'bloodbath' because it's very vivid and my mother can picture that. She was a nurse back when her brain worked. I add, "We may get more war than we bargained for if we attack Iran, Mom." I talk about central banks in Iraq and Afghanistan and Bush's axis of evil. My mother says our troops are not ready because they're tired. I tell her they're tired because they're stretched thin all over the globe in more than 140 countries to protect the interests of international bankers. Our national defense is being misused. She asks what is wrong with me, rather than seeing what is wrong with this scenario. My mother thinks our troops are where they should be, because 'W' told her so when he read off the teleprompter. She asks suspiciously, Who have you been talking to? I fought the urge to say "Elvis." This would have been the perfect moment for her to accuse me once again of being in a cult, but she took a pass. Tonight, she settled for screaming at me in her head.

This woman who gave birth to me believes the talking heads on FOX news. FOX is different, she says. The third wave of nausea hits me. My mom says quite firmly that she is aware of what's going on in America. She's aware because Bill O'Really keeps her informed. God help us. I'm taking chances by trying to have this discussion with her. We don't speak often. We probably won't talk for a long time after tonight - as in years - so I have to give it my best shot. The level of mental conditioning in my parents is astounding to me because they are smart people. I try not to condemn them for voting for Bush, but frankly, it's embarrassing and inexplicable. It would be different if they didn't have all the political books we've sent, which they do. It would be different if they didn't know me. Then again, they don't want to know me. I grew up to be too "radical".

I'll cut her some slack for not reading the books we've sent her because she needs cataract surgery. Maybe in March, after the surgery, she'll pick up a book again. If she does, it will likely be some slobbering epic multi-generational love story. She actually takes notes when she reads those books. She can't handle our books. They're too radical. She says to me, Well, I suppose the next thing you're going to tell me is that the holocaust never happened. I start to go there, but then I decide to tell her how the Zionists betrayed the Jews in Europe, and what's really going on between the Israelis and Palestinians. I get into the American Union, FTAA, the Patriot Act and illegal immigration. I hit everything but anti-hate speech legislation and unrepatriated POWs. Man, I'm on a roll because I can't believe she let me get this far without slamming the phone down. So I push the envelope of her patience. I broach the subject of Skull & Bones and ask her if she wants to know the initiation rite 'W' participated in. She says, No, I don't want to know. I didn't think so. I tell her anyway.

I return to the slightly more palatable subject of Zionists within our government and media and mention the story of Israel's deliberate attack on the USS LIBERTY in 1967, thinking maybe my mother will have sympathy for NAVY men, being that my father is also a former Navy man. She takes a deep, heavy breath at this point, which I correctly interpret as exasperation. The lack of argument is still a good sign and spurs me onward. No dial tone yet. It's not often my mother's words fail her, even when she's dead wrong. After all, she's Sicilian. I then tell her how and why the Israelis killed Rachel Corrie and how the U.S. government constantly gives Israel a free pass on their crimes, not to mention tons of U.S. taxpayer dollars. I relate how Israel engages in terrorist activity with U.S. approval, and how all this is being done brazenly, openly and shamelessly. I tell her our government is betraying Americans and our leaders are guilty of treason. Her voice becomes louder and she tries to yell over my voice. Where are you getting this crap? So far, so good. Yelling is better than the dial tone, so I'll accept that. This is how we communicate nowadays.

I then figure, what the hell and jump into the deep end of the pool (as far as my folks are concerned). I say 'IRS'. This is TABOO in my family because once-upon-a-time many years ago my parents were audited. This audit traumatized them for LIFE. It destroyed them. They won't even whisper 'IRS,' think aloud 'IRS' thoughts, or God-forbid - dream 'IRS' nightmares. This is the final straw on my mother's camel. Her brain - and this conversation - simultaneously implode. All discussion abruptly ceases. I envision her clutching rosary beads in one hand and Xanax in the other, mouthing a silent novena, praying for God to remove my vocal chords. There will be NO talk - ZERO - of 'IRS', not in my family, not in this life or the next. My parents have erased 'IRS' from their vocabularies. They refuse to acknowledge its existence, except when writing that 'check' on April 15th. On the 'IRS', my parents know I'm right, but they're too freaked out of their minds with fear to venture into any sort of intelligent discussion about it. I scare the hell out of them because I won't shut the hell up about how criminal it is. When they have nightmares, I play the leading role. In real time, they dutifully disavow any knowledge of me - ya know, just in case anybody comes knocking... Lisa who? Never heard of her... I can picture it.

Still, I tell my mother about "Freedom Drive" and the time we went to Washington to hear former IRS agents give speeches about IRS crimes against the American people, and to march in protest around the federal buildings. She says, When were you in Washington, and why would you want to do that? Figure it out, Mom. Like I never mentioned it. Guess she doesn't remember that particular conversation, or the article I wrote and sent to her describing it in detail. What's my name, Mom? I tell her (again) that the FED is a privately-owned, for-profit corporation and not 'federal' in any way, shape or form. She begins to stammer and sputter as I go on about how domestically earned income within the U.S. is not supposed to be taxed, and so on. I move on to the Fed banking cartel. Her breathing is becoming more rapid. I hear a huge gasp, like she just sucked in wind. She's probably trying to take her own pulse. Suddenly, I find myself cut off in mid-sentence. The party's over. I don't believe what you're saying, she tells me. And I don't believe that for a minute, Mom. My mother hates the IRS with a razor-sharp Sicilian passion. So I shoot back with, "What do I have to gain by lying to you about all this stuff?" She has no answer. There is no answer. Again, I'm tempted to ask, "What's my name?" Better yet, what's your name?"

I can feel her anxiety seeping through the receiver. It happens every time I resurrect my 'radical' self into their lives when they'd rather I stay dead. I know this time, for about 15 minutes, she heard me, sorta. Then I lost her. They wear a scarlet "A" on their chests. "A" as in Audit. My father chooses not to get on the telephone with me at all. He doesn't chat with 'radical' dead people.

The books we sent them - The New World Order Exposed, The New World Order Illusion, America Before the Fall, 9-11 Exposed, and Hunters of Souls - are never acknowledged, and probably never opened. The covers alone probably make them hyperventilate. They never acknowledge the links to information in the e-mails I send. I might as well e-mail Bush. At least I'd get a warm, fuzzy auto-generated response from him. I've just sent them some links to radio interviews Victor Thorn and I recently did for his new book, 9-11 On Trial. My mother says she hasn't been on her computer for a year. Like I'm buying that b.s. She won't even turn it on to hear me on the radio? Who am I, Mom? I tell her to have my father, the ghost, check them out. Weakly and unconvincingly, she says Okay, but he's not going to do it now. He will never do it. I then catch her on something she should know very well, but apparently she's forgotten. Either that or it's the brain drugs she's chewing on. Brain drugs make you forget who you are, as well as a zillion other useful bits of important information. My mother has forgotten how long it takes to cremate a body. She used to know this stuff. My father was a funeral director for more than 30 years. My mother knows damn well knew how long it takes to cremate a body. She's watched bodies being cremated, for God's sake. I tell her that over 1000 bodies were vaporized on 9-11 at the World Trade Center towers and couldn't be identified. I asked her what she thought about that, considering my previous discussion with her about controlled demolition at Ground Zero on that day. She starts screaming at me. Whoa, there's life in there after I tell her how long it takes to cremate a body at temperatures over 500 degrees. Her voice is high-pitched and shrill. She argues indignantly and incorrectly. She says, That is NOT TRUE! Ask your father! I say, "Sure, let's ask him." Of course, this doesn't happen. She refuses to put him on the phone; and remember, he doesn't get down with the dead. He just embalms them and sticks them in a box. It's no use pushing the point. I've planted some more seeds in my mother's mind. Good enough for now. Later, I send her the cremation info in an e-mail, directly from a funeral home website, which totally substantiates what she denied. She will never read it. But my father will. He'll just shake his head and mutter to himself what a crazy bitch I've become.

She says she is listening, but who knows. I assure her that I know how difficult this stuff is to hear, to absorb, to digest and to believe. I urge her to read, read, read and not to simply 'believe' anyone - even me. I tell her my name for good measure. Part of her is still alive in there somewhere. De-programming is virtually impossible with someone who is zonked on anti-depressants and sleeping meds. My mother's reality is far different from mine.

Our phone call ends like this: I love you dearly, but I don't want to talk about politics with you. I don't ever want to discuss politics with you - especially over the phone. Fear and paranoia. I lost her. Conversation over. Click. The dreaded dial tone.

I've spent the last few years telling people every single day that they must not live in fear. Fear paralyzes and dictates behavior if allowed to consume your thoughts. If it rules your brain, it will consume your life. The only thing that terrifies me: I cannot wake up my parents.

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and this:
Forwarded by Paul Prior <>

Global Eye/Sword Play
By Chris Floyd
February 18, 2005

'You had to attack civilians, the people, women, children, innocent people, unknown people far removed from any political game. The reason was quite simple: to force ... the public to turn to the state to ask for greater security."
This was the essence of Operation Gladio, a decades-long covert campaign of terrorism and deceit directed by the intelligence services of the West -- against their own populations. Hundreds of innocent people were killed or maimed in terrorist attacks -- on train stations, supermarkets, cafes and offices -- which were then blamed on "leftist subversives" or other political opponents. The purpose, as stated above in sworn testimony by Gladio agent Vincenzo Vinciguerra, was to demonize designated enemies and frighten the public into supporting ever-increasing powers for government leaders -- and their elitist cronies.
First revealed by Italian Prime Minister Giulio Andreotti in 1991, Gladio (from the Latin for "sword") is still protected to this day by its founding patrons, the CIA and MI6. Yet parliamentary investigations in Italy, Switzerland and Belgium have shaken out a few fragments of the truth over the years. These have been gathered in a new book, "NATO's Secret Armies: Operation Gladio and Terrorism in Western Europe," by Daniele Ganser, as Lila Rajiva reports on

Originally set up as a network of clandestine cells to be activated behind the lines in the event of a Soviet invasion of Western Europe, Gladio quickly expanded into a tool for political repression and manipulation, directed by NATO and Washington. Using right-wing militias, underworld figures, government provocateurs and secret military units, Gladio not only carried out widespread terrorism, assassinations and electoral subversion in democratic states such as Italy, France and West Germany, but also bolstered fascist tyrannies in Spain and Portugal, abetted the military coup in Greece and aided Turkey's repression of the Kurds.

Among the "smoking guns" unearthed by Ganser is a Pentagon document, Field Manual FM 30-31B, which details the methodology for launching terrorist attacks in nations that "do not react with sufficient effectiveness" against "communist subversion." Ironically, the manual states that the most dangerous moment comes when leftist groups "renounce the use of force" and embrace the democratic process. It is then that "U.S. army intelligence must have the means of launching special operations which will convince Host Country Governments and public opinion of the reality of the insurgent danger." Naturally, these peace-throttling "special operations must remain strictly secret," the document warns.

Indeed, it would not do for the families of the 85 people ripped apart by the Aug. 2, 1980 bombing of the Bologna train station to know that their loved ones had been murdered by "men inside Italian state institutions and ... men linked to the structures of United States intelligence," as the Italian Senate concluded after its investigation in 2000.

The Bologna atrocity is an example of what Gladio's masters called "the strategy of tension" -- fomenting fear to keep populations in thrall to "strong leaders" who will protect the nation from the ever-present terrorist threat. And as Rajiva notes, this strategy wasn't limited to Western Europe. It was applied, with gruesome effectiveness, in Central America by the Reagan and Bush administrations. During the 1980s, right-wing death squads, guerrilla armies and state security forces -- armed, trained and supplied by the United States -- murdered tens of thousands of people throughout the region, often acting with particular savagery at those times when peaceful solutions to the conflicts seemed about to take hold.

Last month, it was widely reported that the Pentagon is considering a similar program in Iraq. What was not reported, however -- except in the Iraqi press -- is that at least one pro-occupation death squad is already in operation. Just days after the Pentagon plans were revealed, a new militant group, "Saraya Iraqna," began offering big wads of American cash for insurgent scalps -- up to $50,000, the Iraqi paper Al Ittihad reports. "Our activity will not be selective," the group promised. In other words, anyone they consider an enemy of the state will be fair game.

Strangely enough, just as it appears that the Pentagon is establishing Gladio-style operations in Iraq, there has been a sudden rash of terrorist attacks on outrageously provocative civilian targets, such as hospitals and schools, the Guardian reports. Coming just after national elections in which the majority faction supported slates calling for a speedy end to the American occupation, the shift toward high-profile civilian slaughter has underscored the "urgent need" for U.S. forces to remain on the scene indefinitely, to provide security against the ever-present terrorist threat. Meanwhile, the Bushists continue constructing their long-sought permanent bases in Iraq: citadels to protect the oil that incoming Iraqi officials are promising to sell off to American corporations -- and launching pads for new forays in geopolitical domination.

Perhaps it's just a coincidence. But the U.S. elite's history of directing and fomenting terrorist attacks against friendly populations is so extensive -- indeed, so ingrained and accepted -- that it calls into question the origin of every terrorist act that roils the world. With each fresh atrocity, we're forced to ask: Was it the work of "genuine" terrorists or a "black op" by intelligence agencies -- or both?

While not infallible, the ancient Latin question is still the best guide to penetrating the bloody murk of modern terrorism: Cui bono? Who benefits? Whose powers and policies are enhanced by the attack? For it is indisputable that the "strategy of tension" means power and profit for those who claim to possess the key to "security." And from the halls of the Kremlin to the banks of the Potomac, this cynical strategy is the ruling ideology of our times.


2-25-05 - 3:14 a.m. - ( was on the radio interviewing people about UFOS)


I was in a large apartment building I used to manage.

I heard the new manager say that there was a lot of stuff in the hallway upstairs and it bothered me that  I had left something undone, so I quickly went to the elevator and went upstairs.

Sure enough, out in the hallway was a lot of sheets, blankets and old chairs here and there. It actually looked like everyone's apartments were being remodeled and they threw their old stuff out into the hallway.

There was a maintenance crew up there. One guy didn't like what was going on so he quit. He asked me if I had any paper he could write his resignation on.

So I set off looking for a plain piece of paper for him to write his resignation on.

I found lots of paper, but no plain piece of paper.

I kept looking and finally the new manager arrived. I told her what I was looking for and she gave me two pieces of plain paper. They were plain, but too large and too thin to write on. They weren't suitable for writing a letter on.

But I took them from her and then ran down the hallway to find the man.

I could hear her saying to another woman, "How can she run in those high heeled shoes?"  That made me run even faster.

I got back to where the man was and then remembered a good source of plain paper. I went over to where the copy machine was and grabbed the copy paper out of the machine and gave it to him.

That made everyone happy except the next person who had to make copies on the machine.

Then she'd have to look for plain paper too.


2-25-05 - 5:34 a.m. DREAM  (This was about diet and experience)

I was in a house with other people, including children. I went into the pantry and discover and that mice were eating seeds in the lower cabinet. Some seeds were as large as eggs and they at the coatings off of those.

I didn't see any mice at first, but when I saw a mouse, he was standing on his hind feet, wearing a orange tuxedo and yellow shoes with white spats and carrying a cane for effect. He was so cute, I just let him stand there. I couldn't kill a mouse like that. I called him 'George'.

I went into the kitchen and was going to make lunch. I saw that the hamburger was full of matted hair so I pulled some of the hair out and told the others to feed it to the cat.

I made Jell-O instead for protein.

There was another woman there and between the two of us we took plastic bowls out of the oven.

This oven was so large, it had doors on both the front and the back.

I had planned to cook in it, but I know I wouldn't have put Jell-O in there.

The next thing we talked about was exercise.  There was a man there who looked like a miniature Arnold Schwarzenneger. He was built like him, but he was only 4 inches tall like the mouse was.

He pulled a yellow cord off the outside of a heavy box. The box was about 9 x 9 x 3 inches and weighed a lot. On the cover of the ox it said, " WOULD GRACE HAVE THE MOCK TO RIDE A BIKE?"

(I think the word might mean Moxy)

The box weighed enough for a bike to be in it. Because of its size, I gave it to the Arnold look-alike guy.

My youngest son Bill was there - about age 3.  He was so adorably cute. I picked him up and held him on my lap while I talked to the others.

Then the boys went off to play together.


2-25-05 - (It feels like I made this up)

I was seeing the female characters from One Life to Live. They were either fighting or running away. (Marcie just wrote "The Killing Club'.

Then I saw a photograph of Bo Buchanan - (he's the Chief of Police. Under the photo, it said, American killed."

There was a bathroom scene with me and Nora (who is currently Assistant District Attorney)  We both had our periods. There was another woman in a stall and her boyfriend came into the bathroom to see her. It was Duke.

We were like stunned to see him go into the stall with her.

A voice then said to me, "You have done so well, we are going to give you an award. "Baby Bethany".

Instead of seeing an infant, I saw either a King & Queen or a Prince & Princess standing on top of a rock mountain - hand in hand - happy and holding their hands in the air - triumphant!


2-27-05 - DREAM -  This seemed to take place at a school somewhere.

I'm not sure if it was about eliminating constipation or it was a game.

It had something to do with time as well. Changes were made at 11:35 a.m.

There was a woman delivering mail who sang loudly but it was more noise than song.

My brother Marty and I were made to exchange eye-glasses and we had to get them back to each other before he went to work at 8 a.m.

I heard his alarm clock go off at 7:50 a.m. and I made sure he got his eye-glasses before he left They were wrapped in plain brown butcher paper. That's how I got mine returned to me as well.

I also did some cleaning in the basement during this dream, but that is too vague to give details.


2-27-05 - DREAM - I was in my New Berlin house. I thought I was alone in the house and was sitting on the bed in the master bedroom.

All of a sudden my youngest son Bill came into the room and surprised me. He told me that his Father had read a novel to him all night that was over 5,700 pages in it.  (He said the name but I can't remember it)

I went downstairs then. I was ironing pink shirts, blouses and sweaters. Even though I had two ironing boards, I ended up ironing the lacy baby sweater inside a baby crib on the mattress. 

I called Michelle to tell her that.


2-27-05 - DREAM - I was living in my 16th St. house, getting ready for work.

I saw an inchworm and tried to kill it by putting my thumb on it, but it wouldn't even squish much less die. It crawled right out from under my thumb. So I tried stepping on it and still couldn't kill it.

But I had to get to work and my car was parked out in front of the house.

For some reason, I needed a spotter to help me get to my car. I went out the front door and there was a blonde woman waiting for me to help me get to the car.

As I went down the front stairs, there were three stairs missing so I had to be careful going down them.

I don't know exactly where work was but this blonde woman was my spotter to help me get to my car.

I got in my car and turned the key - the car was already rolling by then. I put my foot on the brake because there suddenly was a river right in front of me and I was headed right for it. So I hit the gas too and made a sharp right turn. She was going to help me park on the other side of the road on a piece of newspaper that was folded over with a pleat in it  and I had to park with one wheel of the car right on that pleat in the paper.

She said, "Tomorrow "The Landing" is going to be closed so I don't know how you are going to get to work."

I said, "What is "The Landing" and she point it out to me. It was a place in the road where the road crossed the river, which was very shallow at that point. (Like a Ford in the River)

I knew I could find another way when I needed to. I parked my car on the newspaper and got back out of the car. Now my son Tom was then and another man and I saw the 4 of us standing facing each other 2 x 2 and Tom was making 'goo-goo' eyes at the blonde woman across from him.

(I have no idea who the other man was. I can't say that I even saw his face.)

2-23-05 - 1:33 a.m.

DREAM - I was in Milwaukee. The date was December 31st. I was walking down the street at 19th and Meinecke. It was around 4 p.m. 

I was holding hands with two men - one on each side of me. I said to them, "It might be a good idea if I arranged a public walk for women to walk down 19th St."

They agreed that was a good idea.

We walked into a building. We had to turn and go back and I commented that the women would have to have the walk before 5 p.m. because it gets dark then. 

Again, they agreed with me.

At that point, one of men suggested we spend the evening in 'the great hall' so we'd be there until midnight and go into the New Year together.

That sounded like a good idea to me, but  had some chores to do first. 

I was on the corner of 19th and Meinecke on the street and I skinned two small elephants. It was a bloodless process and the elephants were white when I was done. 

I then had to skin two little pigs the same way and decided to do it I a bathroom. 

I picked up the two pigs and took them into the bathroom of a house and put them down on the floor where I discovered that there were two little girls about a year old. Both of them had dirty diapers on them and I knew I had to put both girls into the bathtub and soak the poop off the girls in warm running water. The girls could play together while the poop washed off and down the drain.


2-28-05 - VISION - I saw a list of future prophetic events.

One said, "Liz Drown Card"


2-28-05 - 4:44 a.m.  DREAM - I was at work in my apartment building. We had model apartments, but we also used these rooms for ourselves as well.

So I was busy trying to get the beds made before opening time. It was a lot of work to get all the rooms done before 8 a.m. It got even harder when the other girls arrived and decided to crawl into bed. Even the curtains had to rehung on the window because they had come down during the night.

I got distressed at them and ended up spanking one of the girls for messing up a bed  I had already made.

Finally I went back to my own room to get dressed for the day.

The back door was open and a family came in to look at my books. The mother said "We are looking for a book on Jupiter."

I said, "I have books on Jupiter but I can't loan them out. They aren't for public use. "

She was very nice about it. I got interested in her hat. It looked like it was being constructed while I watched. It was made of a series of grids of hair so it would like her own hair when it was done. It was plain dome at the top but there was the bottom it was constructed of cross hairs

X X X X X X X - all around the bottom.

There was a gold ric rac ribbon around the bottom like:  /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/