by Dee Finney

Interpretation by Joe Mason

Zora Emelyn Henry
Descendant of Patrick Henry
This is Joe Mason's Grandmother


The old woman can represent 'KALI' the goddess of death/destruction/creation.

Kali is the goddess who is in charge of the Age of Kali-Yuga time cycle, the
Age of Iron.  We are in the process of changing to the new Age - The Golden Age.

Kali is usually seen as an old black woman.  This is not a racial thing. Kali is a
Hindu goddess and revered by millions of people.

None of the dream symbols are in any way symbolic of current living or deceased
Black-Americans. None of the 'old woman' symbols in these dreams are known
personally by the dreamer.

In a dream, where an old woman is identified as a member of your own family,
the interpretation would be similar to the Goddess Mother archetype, whereas the
mother can represent your own higher self.

In this series of dreams, you can see how the change takes place from the Old Age
to the New Age.  It is a gradual process.  The whole Yuga takes 432,000 years.

I can't be positive but it looks like we are getting near the end of the Old Age, or
my dreams are merely saying that this is the process.  Either way it's pretty

Another change is going on at the same time, the changeover from the Age of
Pisces to the Age of Aquarius.  These changes can be seen in the dreams of water
and dreams of fish flopping out of water or swimming in the air.

NOTE: the date is highly controversial: See AQUARIUS and AGES

12-22-89 Dream: All in one dream, I became a teenager on a bus, a thief, a fugitive, a singer with a band, a saxophonist, a seamstress, an old woman, a mentally deficient person, a photographer, and several other various personalities and experienced a portion of life from their point of view.


1-18-91 - NOTE: While I was sleeping, the television was on with the Gulf War Newscast.

Dream: I was in the alley between 16th & 17th Sts. There was an explosion of buildings on the east side of 17th St. I went down there to look at the damage. It was devastating. My little daughter was ahead of me wanting to take a souvenier. She looked and looked at all the precious things left behind, including the toys, but took nothing.

At first I saw no bodies or people, but then I spotted an old, old woman seated in a throne-like chair. I went up to her, took her frail hand as she looked over the destruction of her home. I said to her, "I'm sorry."

My daughter and I left and went back to my 16th St. house. From that vantage point I saw a huge moon coming up in the north with a figure like Superman flying across it. Then against the screen of the northern sky, I saw the faces of past American Heroes, blending from one face to another, the faces of past presidents, the last one being Kennedy, but even that one blended into a young unknown face. He was definitely American.

After I woke up, I was thinking the last Hero was Michael Speicher, age 33 of the Saratoga Air Craft Carrier, based in Lakeland, FL. He was the first American shot down in the Gulf War.


11-06-91 - DREAM AND VISIONS - I was living in New Berlin, WI. It was the eve of my wedding. An old woman was complaining that Nitrites were getting into her drinking water. An expert said that it was leaking in through the basement walls. But, we had a man sealing the basement walls to prevent that from happening. (An article on nitrites in the drinking water was in the newspaper yesterday).

I went upstairs to the first floor. I saw a book titled "The death of the Two Truscan Babies". Then I saw another one about the Russians. It said, "The Death of the 5 Twin Babies of the Kundalini".

I was looking for a fur jacket to go over my wedding dress because it was winter. I had an embroidered flowered pillow case and I wanted to wash it all by itself to make sure it was pure white, but I tore out the embroidered picture because that was the only part I needed to wash.

Other women wanted to wash the baby clothes with it, but I said, "No! It has to be washed alone."


3-9-92 - DREAM - I was in New Berlin and we had a tester in the house and the potentiometer had gotten weak. There was one on sale at the drug store for $1.40 and Edward (my 2nd husband) volunteered to go get it. Somehow I became Edward and as I went north on Calhoun Rd. to National Ave., I saw a huge 3 masted blue boat going east along the road. Lining the road were tall poles with extensions on them with flags waving and it sounded like gunfire. (The name Edward means - EDWARD (m) "rich guard" or "blessed guard" from Old English ead "rich, blessed" and weard "guard".)

The next thing I knew, I was laying alongside the road on National Ave. and the blue boat was east of Calhoun Rd. being accompanied by hundreds of men. I didn't know how long I had been laying alongside the road or how I had gotten there, but I knew I had to get the potentiometer and get home.

There was an old woman who lived in a house where I was laying and she had a red blanket laying in a square covered up with plastic. I yanked the blanket out from under the plastic and rolled it up into a bedroll. She called the police to catch me, but I outsmarted them and headed cross fields instead of by road. I ran as fast as I could, going over, under, and through fences the best way I could. Every one of them had an electrified strand across the top, which was demonstrated by a dark haired woman who tested hers by spitting at it from yards away and delighting herself in her accuracy to see the spit fly up in a hissing stream when it hit the wire.

The cops were determined to catch me, but I eluded them and even when I crossed the roads between Racine Ave. and Calhoun Rd. they couldn't catch me.

I was now Dolores again and I came to a finely plowed field just north of my house and met my neighbors from across the street.

I was using a ballpoint pen and writing my life story, using the rows of plants as lines like on a tablet. However, when I wanted to show my neighbors what I had written, it didn't show up. We looked closer and saw that when the dew glistened in sparkling droplets on the lines of lettering in the new sunlight, we could make out the lines, but I knew I'd have to write it out in longhand on yellow legal paper and then type it up on the computer for anyone to be able to read it. I finally got home then and a friend had been kind enough to loan me a potentiometer for my tester and it was working fine again.


10-18-97 - DREAM - I was asked to take care of a nasty old woman and a younger strange woman named Alice in the old woman's home. They had plumbing and cleaning problems. While I was there a fat black woman came in and made disparaging remarks to me. The old woman who was nasty herself made a comment about the black woman and I told her that she didn't really hear what she said, that it was done 'tongue-in-cheek' or a joking manner. I finally left them because it was such a nasty grey atmosphere there.


12-19-97 - DREAM - I was having a dream-vision of words that could be used to explain a dream. I chose the word "DENIZEN" to explain the fact that my dreams come true and I could post them there. I wanted to tell Joe this but he was sleeping and I fell asleep again trying to send the word to his computer with my mind.

In the dream I was in school, idolizing the teacher and I didn't even know his name. I would stare at him adoringly and I noticed he was doing the same back to me.

After class I as at home where I lived with some other people. I took a rectangular glass bowl and was filling it with water from a long black hose, stretching from the kitchen faucet to the diningroom. The two old women there marveled at what I was doing. I was going to use this small bowl for fish to swim in, yet I noticed I had a real fish tank standing there empty that was 4' x 4' x 4' .

I kept thinking about my teacher and finally went to another class. He wrote his name on the board RICHARD RICHARDSON. (Means powerful ruler, son of powerful ruler) I was infatuated with him and I knew he was with me too. After class I desperately wanted to call him on the phone just to hear his voice but I didn't know his number. He showed up at my house to visit and like magnets, we were drawn together.

We sat on the sofa side by side, his arm around me and I had my head on his shoulder. An older woman came into the room and started scolding the teacher in a political poem that rhymed and said it was a scandal that he was seen cozying up to Dolores in class.

I was absolutely tickled that others had noticed his attentions towards me because he treated me like I was 17 and that's how he made me feel even though I was nearing the age of 60. He didn't see me that way.

When the woman was done yelling at him, he got up and moved to a chair over to the side. He was wearing a brown suit and I noticed that his penis was sticking out of his pants and it was pure white on the end. I was either shocked and told him to stick it back in his pants to hide it.

He, for an instant morphed into a clown, dressed in a pink clown suit trimmed in blue and yellow and his penis was painted to match his clown suit and it looked really cute. I understood then why it was the color it was, that the clown was his real self and the brown suit was his physical realm disguise. He morphed back into the brown suit and I managed to get him to tuck his penis between his legs so the other women wouldn't see it.

I desperately wanted his phone number and began asking him in a soft voice but he didn't hear me, so I said it louder and louder until her heard me. But he lectured me then. He said, "You can call me between 3:30 p.m. and 4:30 p.m. or from 7 p.m. to 11p.m. but keep in mind that I have to teach my class and if I miss any time I have to pay THEM and it costs $1,075 a month."

I wanted desperately to ask him to accompany me to visit a house I wanted to rent which was a place where I would live with an old woman in a huge square Victorian type house. I had seen the place once before but hadn't given her any money to formally rent the place. I suddenly realized I had to move in 3 days and I had to be out of my current house by December 8th when my Lease ran out.


12-20-97 - DREAM - I had another dream about a circle of messages. It had to do with birth and death of one species of birds and the cycles of life and the tree or vines it lived in. I knew in the dream that this referred to a previous dream, trying to explain it.


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

We overheard a conversation between my son Tom and his father asking
Tom what his greatest wish was for his birthday. Tom said his greatest
wish was to go to the ballpark at the stadium and watch the baseball
championship game. His father told him in order to do that, he would
have to clean out the inside of his car first.  
I volunteered to clean out Tom's car.  It was worse than we suspected.
An old tire inside the car was full of spider webs and dead bees and
spiders and there were piles of leaves too. Becky (his wife) decided
to help too, so we were busy cleaning and Tom came out to go to the
game and we weren't done yet.
Joe slipped a $1 bill in the tire edge to pay for his part of the work
which I noticed and pocketed. Tom was so happy and excited he
couldn't wait for us to get done and started to back out of the garage
and I was still half in the car.
I warned him to be careful because he might run over my toes with
the wheels and we quickly got the rest of the dead leaves out of the car.

At the end, an old woman called on the phone and said she still had a plant from 1933 that she would donate so we could compare the changes. I still felt confused as to how to set up the computer to do this, whether to set it up like a regular clock or like a ferris wheel.

I was shown a transparent screen then that showed a sprocketed chains on the back side of the screen that would click around. There were several of them. I was still confused and then I was shown that if you clicked in the center, you could get to any position on the wheel and from any point on the 12, 3, 6, 9 points you could click over to another wheel to experience another wheel as well. That made sense to me.


12-24-97 - DREAM - Again I was in a city and walked to an outdoor restaurant where I met my friend Alice O. and another friend and my daughter for lunch. On the way there, a nasty old woman I knew from my apartment building told me I had a loose thread hanging from my lace blouse.

I thanked her for telling me and went on my way. We had a nice lunch, then when we left, I was going to pick up my dark blue car and drive my daughter somewhere. I began picking up things left behind by the others to take with me which included several pairs of white shoes in various sizes, and my sweater which was draped over the back of the chair.

I commented to the waitress, "You can tell which ones are the mothers by the way they remember to pick up even the shoes."

(I have a memory of retrieving a baby girl which had crawled under a couch and taking care of her, but I don't remember at which point this happened.)

On the way from the restaurant to the car, the nasty old woman again confronted me and told me about the loose thread and now I looked and the thread had pulled way out. I held it in my hand. It was zigzagged and very long. I broke it off so it wouldn't pull out any farther and continued on towards the car which was on the other side of a huge ditch from where the old woman was. (The abyss)


1-28-98 - DREAM - I was taking over as manager of the apartment building on Jackson Street. The old manager had vacated, leaving black fur coats behind in the closet. An old woman came in to pay money for rent and she didn't even live there anymore. She got one of the black coats out of the closet and told me she was going out to shovel snow. The closet door closed and I worried that I wouldn't be able to get back in, but I had the master keys. I looked for rental records for the old woman, but there were none. I went over to where the coats were hung and saw a loose screw. I pulled it out and the whole coat rack fell over to the left. That was all that was holding it up. I called for maintenance to fix it, then went up to my apartment.

I walked up the stairs to the 3rd floor, but it didn't seem like it was more than the 2nd floor. Maintenance was painting everything in the hallway dark brown. My apartment number was 345 and I had to actually walk down 7 steps into the apartment. There was an old piano studio there and some guys came and took out all the camera equipment. The man who owned it said it was hard to find a place to install photo studios anymore. I wished him well as he removed the equipment.


2-15-98 - DREAM - I was watching people in canoes, floating down river. They came to a city and went into a theatre. Inside the theatre was a game show going on. The theatre and the audience was really large. It was impossible to finish the game show all in one day, so I was asked to make an announcement to the people to get them to stay overnight and finish the game the next day. They gave me a deck of blue playing cards. There were 57of them and each card represented a prize. There were many more than 57 people, but I fanned the cards out in front of the people to entice them to stay until the next day and win a prize. Nobody got up to leave that I could see. The people were going to be able to pick their own choice of card from the deck.

I then went into another room where there was a long brown table. I was sitting at the end of the long brown table. There were other people in the room, both men and women. An old, old, black woman came into the room carrying a little black girl child who in turn was carrying a tiny baby black girl child.

One of the other women in the room tried to take the child out of the arms of the old black woman but she wouldn't go to the new woman.

The old black woman sat down to my right, around the corner of the table and offered the child to me to hold. The child was terrified and clutched tightly to her own little child which she too carried.

We placed a child's sized rocker on top of the table in front of us and eased the child onto the rocking chair. She was held onto the chair with a brown seat belt. The old black woman and I both had our hands on the child. I was rocking the chair gently with my foot somehow to soothe the child. The old woman and I were talking to the child softly and telling her she was going to be okay and she was safe and we pointed out that she couldn't fall out of the chair because of the seat belt. The child gradually became more calm and we could see the fear leave the child's eyes. Gradually then, the old black woman removed her hands from the child while mine continued to hold her securely on the chair.

Then, right in front of us, the old woman fell over and died.

I was as shocked as anyone to see the old woman die. We turned the child's rocker around so she couldn't see the old woman's body and some other people prepared a schoolroom type event at the other end of this long table where they had glass enclosed cages filled with white animals with the babies of every species imaginable.

The animals were all white and jumping around like baby animals do. The test was for the girl child now to name the animals one by one.

Because there were so many animals we removed the common ones in the front like puppy, kitten, and bunny rabbit because they were so common and were also the largest and blocked the view of the others. I wiped the glass clean and took up a long pointer to point to each animal so she could name them.


3-28-98 - VISION - I was laying in bed and an old woman came into my room and sat down on the bed with me. She had a folder with her labeled GAP7. She began to give me instructions for a project.

DREAM - I found myself in the basement of an old school and remodeling work was being done. The best men they had were there and the very best one was asked to go for supplies. I told him to tell the boss that the most expensive man ran errands.

At the end of the dream, a voice said, "It would be better if we give you the information during the night." I said, "Yes! If I can remember my dreams." The voice said, "We will help you!'

3-29-98 - NOTE: I went to bed wondering if I'd dream about the GAP7 project. I still didn't know what it meant. Joe and I were discussing what the letters meant.

DREAM - The dream was about G.A.P. It meant "The Great American Plan". In the dream, I was experiencing many inequities of the American people.

In the dream, I was wearing my orange power suit like I saw in the dream which Pat Nixon wore in a dream in 1997.

I experienced women not being able to get (1) higher paying jobs, (2) young men not being able to get any job at all, (3) sexual harassment of men against women, (4) a white woman being unable to walk through a black neighborhood, (5) I needed to pretend to be a lesbian to get a safe ride in a car. (6) My Jewish female friend who was separated from her husband had to live in a shelter because she couldn't support her child herself, (7) An Acura car dealership was hidden on the 2nd floor over and behind a bar which was hidden in an office building.

3-29-98 - MEDITATION - on GAP7. Voice - "Your mother is going to interfere with it." I saw many knives. Then I saw a woman with a thin sharp knife which was full of blood. She said, "This is the patient's knife." (patience?" I saw our daughter-in-law Lorna taking her son Ethan to the bathroom. He pulled away and said, "Let Dee do it."

I asked if Joe could help and I saw a lake behind the house. It was still...reflective water. It went out as far as the eye could see. "Still water runs deep", came into my mind. I asked if I had to do this right away. I saw a square with a round circle in it and a push button on top. The voice said, "No! You don't have to!" Then I heard the crack of a whip.

A woman shook her finger at a young boy and said, "I didn't tell you to take your clothes off. You disobey the rules." The little boy looked up at her and said, "We don't have rules like that at my house."

I said, "I think I receive information for another woman named Dee." The other woman said, "She receives MY information.

I said something about receiving balanced information and I saw a 2 wheel bicycle come rolling in. I reach over with a sharp "grabber" thing and pulled in a file with Joe's name on it. The file opened up and it said, "May the hearts of mankind be opened and joy fill them up."


4-8-98 - NOTE: This was an initiation. DREAM - It seemed like a bizarre nightmare. I went to a school where I've been before. I only went there because I had to go the bathroom really bad and I have an apartment there. I went inside and opened my apartment with the gold key (I actually had two of them because I manage the building). An old woman thought I was renting out the apartment and another woman who was a rental agent wanted to come in and I let them some in and see my apartment because it was immaculately clean, much to their surprise I guess. The woman who wanted to rent the apartment was of Middle Eastern descent.

The rental agent was telling me that we couldn't rent to blacks or orientals. I told her I already had done this and they were wonderful people. The Middle Eastern woman was very sweet and I went up to her and asked her if she was prejudiced. She didn't know what the word meant. So, I explained to her that it meant that you didn't allow black people or people other than your own kind to live with you and she assured me that she had friends of other races and nationalities and that was no problem.

There were two fat (obese) white women there who were lesbians and they told me they were looking for some new white women to join with them. I found one for them, but then I let them go their own way.

I went out into the hall where there was a long stairway that was divided into two stair paths...a left and a right. A priest stood in the center with a baptising font and said, "That's why we baptize infants in the center, between the stairs."  (This means that the child can make it's own choice whether to take the path to the left (negative) or to the right (positive)

I went out to the main lobby and saw that the old woman had moved a door and behind it, the dust on the polished floor was thick and blowing. Some girls found a variety of tools to wipe it up, all of which would have been ruined by getting them wet to wipe up the dust.

I said, "Wait! I've done this before and told them I would take a string mop, tie a rag over it, get it damp, wipe up the dust and then throw the rag away.

I proceeded to do this but I had difficulty finding the proper piece of material. It seemed to have an Indian design on it.

At one point I climbed a chain link stairway that was supported only three-quarters of the way up to the next level and quit before I got to the top and came down again because I wasn't brave enough to go all the way up.

I then found a mop handle and a leather board with seeming jewels on it and a piece of cloth that had the Indian design but I didn't have the proper base to attach it to.

A calendar flashed at me by the mop handle. It said, "March, 1998". I knew that was past and I had done this before and I was failing the test.

I was trying to analyze this in my mind and said, "I will be back to do this again."

At that exact moment, the calendar flashed to "Eastway - 1998" and I knew I had passed the test as soon as I said I would be back.

(I still don't know what it is, but it has something to do with the Indian materials)


6-4-98 - DREAM - This was a dream within a dream. It started with me driving my car north on Calhoun Rd. My car had a computer in it. I couldn't drive the car at the same time. If I was typing on the computer, I couldn't see the steering wheel and I was afraid I'd go off the road, so I'd reach for the wheel which it wouldn't appear unless I stopped thinking about the computer. Then I'd grab the wheel and steer and the computer would disappear from view. Then I'd go back to typing and the steering wheel would disappear. This happened several times.

Finally, I went to grab the steering wheel and it wasn't there. Finally, it appeared, but the wheel was locked and the car was headed off the road into a ditch.

I woke up in the dream at my apartment building in Milwaukee. Becky (my daughter-in-law) or someone like her came to visit and dragged me outside and across the slippery dark street. She insisted that we were going to go to a bar and get drunk. We managed to cross the street, but then I pulled away. Becky continued on to the bar, but I crossed the street and went back home. In my hand, I had several keys. The two prominent ones were a gold mailbox key and a big square headed high security key which was pure gold. I climbed 4 flights of stairs to my floor. On the 4th floor, an old woman like Zora (see http:/www.greatdreams.com/zora3.jpg) was standing there and had just given a big blue box to my neighbor for her children to put toys in. Mentally, I thought, I would really like that box myself.

The old woman had two large blue hampers full of clothes to be washed. One of them had fallen over. I picked it up for her and woke up.

Immediately, I heard a phone ring in my ear. I saw a web page that said, "Wall Street Journal application."


6-9-98 - DREAM - I was living in an apartment that had an upstairs and a downstairs. When I would go downstairs, people would come into the apartment upstairs. When I went upstairs, people would come into the apartment downstairs. I would turn around and someone would be there unexpectedly and I'd jump with surprise. One young guy said he had an appointment with me, but I didn't remember it. I was sitting on the toilet peeing and an old woman from across the hall walked in. She aid she just wanted to see what it was like when the new person (me) moved in.

A dark haired, dark moustached guy (a salesman) came in to talk to Becky and her friend and myself. He was trying to talk Becky into selling something and she didn't want to. He put his hands on her shoulders and jumped on her chest with both feet. He left dirt marks on her shoulders. Then he jumped up on the bed and said in a forceful way to her, "I can make you do anything I want you to." I thought to myself, "There's no way anyone could make me do anything unless it was out of love."

I heard the door buzzer ring and I could see the person at the door through a tube. While I watched, the person came closer and closer and larger and larger until he was inside the room.

He originally looked like a white haired person, an old friend of mine who was very spiritual, but when he came in he was black and a dog food discounter. He started out laying an oval of dog food in a pattern. I asked him what he was doing, since I didn't have a dog. He said he charged $130 for his service; dog food included. I said, "No thanks!" and scared him out of the house by holding up a tall blue can of bug spray.

I then took a look at the doors of my apartment. They looked locked, but when I looked closer and pushed on them, I could see a large gap between the door and the frame. So, I went upstairs to call Aaron Security and I knew the number was 321-2121. (This number adds up to = 12 = 3)

NOTE: (After the dream, one friend told me she was being psychically invaded by entities even in her dreams, so I told her my dream and told her to put up psychic blocks to prevent the invasion. (Another friend told me about her boyfriend who uses her and abuses her emotionally and I told her about the dream and the dark haired salesman telling the girls he could make them do what he wanted. She said she was going to stop seeing him and was glad I told her the dream.)


6-22-98 - DREAM - I was in a building in a large city. I managed the building and we were going to remodel the basement. In order to do that, we had to take everything outside. We hooked up the washing machine between the sidewalk and the road so we could continue to do laundry while we remodeled the basement. There was a lot of laundry to do. There were piles of it everywhere and it was really bad. We hauled it all outside and I was going to do it out there.  (The basement represents the sub-conscious mind level) (Doing the laundry represents the cleaning of the bodies cells and cleansing the blood, as well as cleansing old thoughts in the sub-conscious mind.)

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

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

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

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

(Note: This was prophetic and actually happened within the next week)

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I went to visit my Mother and Father. My Father had had two heart attacks in recent days, but he had forgotten what the pain had felt like and was doing okay and walking around like normal.  (The Father can represent God or Master guides)

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

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

We went to the opposite side of the same house where I and my children were climbing this huge ornate and plush carpeted stairway. It was a stairway that curved up to the right. The carpet on the stairs was royal blue. The steps were not even, some treads were narrower than others. It was difficult climbing the stairs. We were more or less crawling up the stairs using our hands as well as our feet like climbing a mountain. Someone made the comment that only my children had the right to go up that stairway because they were of the right bloodline. Their cousins wouldn't be allowed to go up there because they didn't have the right mother.
(This might represent the Bloodline of the Holy Grail) or http://www.geocities.com/CapitolHill/Congress/2301/bookish.html

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

This complete cycle of the twelve zodiacal signs exactly 25,920 years,
which term is known as a "great" or "Platonic" year. But if we divide
25,920 by 60 (which is the ancient Mesopotamian soss, or basic
segesimal unit of astronomical measurement, still used in the
measurement of circles whether of time or of space), the quotient is
432. Moreover: 2+5+9+2+0 = 18.
And regarding the second, the inward clock: I have read in a popular
book on physical education that "A conditioned man, who exercises
regularly, will have a resting heart rate of about 60 beats per minute
or less . . . Sixty per minute time 60 minutes, equals 3600 beats per
hour. Times 24 hours, equals 86,400 beats a day.

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

Later, I was with this same girl. She was driving a car and I was the passenger. (She was a young adult now) We were driving north on Teutonia Ave. She wanted to know how to spell the word 'peanut'. We were driving past a string of restaurants with other words like PIZZA, PITA BREAD, but I knew there was one with the word 'peanut' but we had driven past too fast. I told her to go around the block and I'd show her the sign that said the word "peanut."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


8-18-98 - DREAM - I worked in a very large company. It was owned by a very rich powerful family. In my office were 3 wonderful computers One of the men showed me how to access special channels both on audio and video that no one else could get besides being able to do regular work. You could also play video films on these computers. There were various channels on these channels on these computers as well. One button was called FIND, and you push in that button plus one of the channels which were 777, family, sports, and four others I can't remember.

Joe, the maintenance man, asked me to print out some maps from the sports channels on boxing matches. There was one for each button below the sports channel. It appeared there were 12 levels. I started printing them out. Some were just one page, some were multiple pages except the bottom most one which didn't seem to have on programmed for it yet.

I began doing that when 2 women came in, one older and one younger. The older one, a grandmotherly type wanted to see a particular program on the computer. I attempted to access it for her without letting her know I was printing out the instructions for Joe. I suggested we try the family channel and showed her how to press FIND, and then the channel one wanted but we couldn't find what she wanted. I suggested it was probably on video but we didn't have that one handy, so the two women began to leave. I knew they were deposing the old woman. This almost seemed like a strictly structured family and when the younger woman wanted to take the leadership role, the old one had to be put away.

I didn't like knowing this information, but I was caught up in the drama of it non-the-less. what the younger woman didn't know was that the men in the family planned to depose the younger woman too and replace her with ME, because one of the 3 powerful brothers had a crush on me.

The old woman was deposed first in the huge basement of this building. I knew what was going on and had high anxiety over it, but had to do what I had to do and not give away the fact that I 'knew' at the same time. I also felt the need to 'cover up' what was going on at the same time.

I went down into the basement not to find the body of the old woman but to help hid the fact that she was deposed and began turning off lights in the various rooms so on one could see in.

The man who had done the deposing was there as well, and I went around turning off the lights while he went around doing what he had to do to distract others from knowing what he had just done.

The three powerful brothers had each a beautiful wife. The brothers were tall like 6'6" or so, dark haired, and muscular, and the wives were all tall and blonde like Joan Lunden, Princess Diana, and one other I didn't see.

The one who was married to the Joan Lunden type had a crush on me. All of the brothers knew this but the wives didn't.

Now that the old woman was deposed, the Joan Lunden type one had to do all her work and she was trying to get water delivered to her three houses which they owned, one of which was at 1919 W. Marina. I couldn't imagine how she kept three homes clean and running well, but that was her job.

While she was on the phone, I went to deliver the printed out sheets to Joe and was more or less waylayed by one of the three brothers. He had a crush on me and wanted to fool around with me and depose his wife and replace her with me.

At this point, I was naked from the waist up and when I went to the room where the three brothers were, I had to excuse my state of undress as I seemed to surprise them of my presence. They understood then what was going on and helped the brother I was going to be with, but didn't say anything outwardly.

At the same time, I was trying to go home and avoid being a party to this double triad of people in this family, because I knew eventually, as powerful as these men were, I'd eventually have to be deposed as well.

The brother I was with was ushering me through the 1st floor hallway to take me to one of the homes. as we were walking through the hallway, I saw one of the other brothers usher his wife quickly into an elevator to take her upstairs so she wouldn't be aware of what was going on.

We came to another set of elevators on the other side of the hallway where only black people were using it. They had so many people in the elevator, they couldn't get the doors closed. So we helped push them farther onto the elevator so they could get the door closed and go upstairs.

We went farther along the hallway towards the back of the building and came to a place where there was a huge square blonde oak platform built on the floor and there were 12 men sitting on it. They seemed like regular men and their wives sat alongside the platform taking care of the little children. The men were sitting around doing the planning of what they were going to do while the women watched and cared for the children.

The people were all in the way so we couldn't pass through the corridor and the men didn't move to make way for us either, so the brother I was with challenged these men to a fight.

In a booming voice he said to them, "I'll take you all on one by one. The men looked excited to do this, like they expected to win over this tall man who was challenging them.

So, I helped clear the platform of all the men so the battle could begin, then I helped the women and children to leave so they wouldn't have to watch the battle.

I felt at this point like I was actually going to escape my still dreaded fate, but as we went around the corner to the back hallway, one of the women asked me if I would take care of her children. She said, "Nicholas really likes you." I had to say, "Yes!" I didn't feel I could refuse to take care of her little son and his smaller sister, but at the same time, I felt trapped and there was no escaping what was going to happen.


8-28-98 - DREAM - I was at work in my Jackson St. building. I had a meeting with the boss on the 3rd floor. He asked me about the work of one of my co-workers. She was supposed to have changed locks on an apartment and had'nt done it. I held the two lock slides side by side to compare them. They were supposed to be the same and they weren't. He said he was going to write her up for it.

I kind of felt a sense of, "I'm better than she is" kind of pride about it.

I then went down to the 1st floor where I spotted a huge wad of money laying on top of some coats. I grabbed it. I shoved it under my shirt to hide it. The man who owned the money was right behind me but I didn't want to give it back to him nor could I now admit I had taken it. The money kept trying to slid out from under my shirt and I had trouble hiding it from the other people around me. At one point, it slid out and I looked at it. It now no longer was green but was red-orange and was attached to a long newspaper clipping about bogus money. The man had been planning to take this money to the bank to turn it in as fake. I couldn't even use it if I wanted to.

I then found what looked like garbage in the hall. It was a small box of junk and a pitchfork with 5 tines on it. It belonged to an old woman.

I kind of hid in a closet to go through the stuff. There was an old stained deck of playing cards called, "Granny." It looked like some were missing but they were cute and I thought I could put them in my collection of old playing cards.

There were some useless pieces of used cardboard where she had removed sewing thread and needles in projects she had done over the years. There were a couple more little things I didn't recognize and then there was the pitchfork. It was old and rusted but still usable in my garden.

I no sooner picked up the stuff and I could hear the old woman behind me asking people f they saw her garbage. I didn't want to give it back, and I was feeling really guilty for that, but I still didn't want to give it back because I didn't want to be labeled as a thief.

I ran for the elevator but I didn't want to stand and wait for it and get caught, so when the door opened, I ran inside to hide without looking to see where it went or who was on it.

At the same time, another elevator opened up on the opposite side of the hallway and someone I couldn't see gave me instructions to install a Nintendo set on that elevator with 3 sets of buttons on it. I hollered "Okay!" across the hall just as my own elevator door was closing.

I then looked at my elevator driver. He was a tall black man with shiny skin and devious looking eyes. There was no walls on this elevator, just a floor to stand on and he showed me that you could look down into the darkness of the elevator shaft below. It was scary and I looked at the wall as we were passing a floor. It said 5B and then B.

I knew I was on the wrong elevator but I had to get home with my stolen stuff to hide it.

When I got to my apartment, there were small children and babies there who needed caring for, but I couldn't do it because I had to hide my stolen stuff. I was not only feeling more and more guilty for taking it, but I could hear the old woman coming behind me asking everyone she met if they had seen her stuff.

I hid the pitchfork in the closet behind some stuff, but the handle still shooed and I didn't have time to hide the handle behind the coats. There was a young girl there about 12 years old, wearing a long sleeved rose colored sweater. I asked her, "Quick! Do you have a garbage bag?" She helped me pull out my own garbage bag which I grabbed and dragged into the bathroom. I was going to shove the stolen garbage in the bottom of my own garbage bag to cover it with my own garbage and hide it in the bathroom.

I shoved it in the bag, but I couldn't close the door because the baby needed changing and the two toddlers had strewn all kinds of toys around so I couldn't close the door.

So, while I was trying to quickly clean up the children's messes, the old woman was getting closer and closer, still asking people about her stuff.

I was forced to confide in the rose sweatered girl that I had stolen the stuff hoping she would help me hide it. I begged her to help me.

I was still hanging on her arm, begging for help when the old woman caught up to me.

She began telling us that her garbage had been stolen, then started telling us what she was going to use it for. She was going to balance the pitchfork on top of her toilet tank and cover it with Christmas stickers so nobody would notice that it was a pitchfork but would look like a cradle for the baby Jesus.

I visualized this while she spoke. As she continued talking, I could see into my own garbage bag. There was like a long music roll box with an outline of religious practices and philosophies. I almost pulled it back out of the garbage, thinking I ought to keep it but knowing that there was a new version out that had replaced it and there was no point in saving it and it would be as bad as the old woman trying to cover up the old rusty pitchfork with Christmas stickers.

I started to wake up, still seeing the list of old religious philosophies sliding past my eyes on a computer screen, I tried to make my mind go up to FILE-SAVE on the computer screen and was having difficulty doing this, so when the big bold statement came up: 'THERE IS A HAPPY ENDING!"


11-4-98 - NOTE: I went to sleep with a Moldavite crystal in my hand and told it to tell me a story.

DREAM - I was living in an apartment building in a city. I went down to the front lobby to get my mail. When I got there, an old woman was sitting on a chair in front of my mailbox and there were several bags around herr, to the side and behind her. Some were paper and some were cloth. Being the manager, I reached in one that looked like old garbage mail to see who it belonged to so I could reprimand them for dumping their garbage off. One envelope clearly was marked 'GHAZZY', an on-line friend of mine. Before I could react to that, the old woman grabbed my hand and said, "You'll have to pay to listen to the tapes." I apologized and said I thought it was just garbage.she said, "I've been looking for someone to give them to, and I guess you'll do." I looked again and saw that the bags were full of stuffed dolls and children's books.

Having grandchildren, I thought it was a great gift and thanked her. There were too many bags to take them all in one trip, so had to make two trips. First I spotted my mailbox key stuck in the lock of the mailbox. I didn't know if that was a good idea to leave there and pulled it out. (It was in mailbox #1) I saw at that point that I had 3 rings of keys. One was the small mailbox key ring.

Second was a larger ring of silver keys. Third was a larger ring of gold keys.

I clutched them so tightly, it almost hurt my hand. I realized later that's where I was clutching the Moldavite stone.

I grabbed two bags with the stuffed dolls and a pillow that had a torn pillowcase. The dolls were adorable with floppy arms and legs. I knew my granddaughter would love them. When I got upstairs, my daughter was there with a friend and she was very young...around 4 or 5 years old. (So how could I have grandchildren?) I put the dolls and the pillow down on a bench and went back downstairs to get the children's books. when I got down to the lobby, the old woman was in a side room that looked like a library and she was retrieving more books for me.

I picked up two more bags of books and headed for the elevator. This time the elevator was too full of people and I had to wait for it to come back down. Instead of being int he building, I was behind the building and could see the city behind and around me. I heard a buzzing sound and suddenly saw a bright blue plane that was triangle shape skim over the building. It appeared to have an alien strapped on underneath it which was hanging on and steering it with body movements such as one would steer a sled.

This all happened in rapid succession. First one plane skimmed over, then 3 went in another direction. Then 6 went over higher up and those plane stretched out and changed shape. The planes were all the same color but shape shifted.

At the same time, what looked like might be shadows but appeared more like clouds in the air like puffs came in front of the buildings. We were all afraid. We were being invaded enmasse.


11-5-98 - NOTE: I almost feel like I'm in shock while writing this dream down because it had experiences in it I've never had before in my life. It was 'wild'.

DREAM - I was in a house with some other people, mostly women and their young daughters. I seemed to be proving to them that I had enough childcare background to be worthy of taking care of young girls.  The girls and I were having a good time and I was teaching them how to draw and print their names.  I noted that my dream journal was laying on the table and had drawings in it, and I didn't want the young girls to draw on my journal, so I was being careful to give them 'scratch' paper to do the drawing on.

All of a sudden I was on a highway, going really fast and couldn't figure out where I was. I turned around the Joe was there, and I asked him, "Where are we?" He named a highway I can't remember, and I turned around and watched the scenery flying by. It seemed normal enough and we were going really fast. I turned around again to ask him where we were, because I felt so puzzled that I couldn't figure out where we were. "Where did you say we are?" I asked. At the same time I noticed he was facing me and not the highway and was turned around completely backwards in his seat and I was facing the wrong way also from the direction we were going.

I saw that we were on a divided highway, going around a big curve to the right and lots of construction equipment was on the side of the road, huge equipment, bigger than life it seemed. And he was riding backwards and not watching the road. Then I realized that when I was facing him, we were going 'away' from where I was looking.

I felt more confused than ever.  I was so freaked out, I had to turn away from him because I felt I was distracting him from driving and we'd have an accident. But I was so unsettled mentally, I had to ask him again where we were, and I turned again to ask him because he was sitting behind me, and then I saw that we were inside a huge grey van and there was someone else driving.

Joe was sitting behind the man on the right facing backwards, and I was in the 3rd seat, also facing backwards from the driver, though when I looked out the window towards the back of the van, we seemed to be going forwards.  I was so confused, I could hardly stand it. We pulled into a big parking lot then, got out of the van, and the man, who was some friend of Joe's I had never met before, was acting all weird and said that he had a dentist appointment and had been afraid to go alone. I understood those feelings really well so when the man went through a screen door with a wooden frame on it to go into a huge glass fronted building where hundreds of people were standing in line also waiting their turn, I didn't question it.

BUT, I was still confused how I had gotten from taking care of the little girls to riding in the van. I was really freaked out about that.  

We were now sitting in a waiting room with picnic tables in it and Joe was sitting on one side of the table on a bench.  I had my own chair in the next room, outside in the lobby area away from the dentists office because I hated them too. This was my own chair from home with wooden arms on it and I had been sitting on it in the van too.  

Some woman came and sat in my chair alongside me like she didn't even see me, then when she bumped into me, she finally saw me and apologized for taking so much space. I didn't much care at that point. I wanted to know how I had gotten from the house into the van and not known about it.  So, I went back to where Joe was and saw that he had blue chalk on his face. I figured he'd be embarrassed to have this stuff on his face, but it looked kinda normal so I didn't say anything, figuring maybe it was supposed to be there.

Again I asked him about the van ride, and I wanted to know how I was behaving when I walked from the house to the van. Joe said, "You were acting normal, why?"  I said, "Because I can't remember going from the house to the van.  I can't even remember how it happened that we were supposed to go with this guy to the dentist."  Joe answered, "Well, you were there the whole time, I don't understand why you can't remember it."

I was still puzzled, but all of a sudden my friend Bonnie was there and I assumed that we were going to have an 'abductee' meeting there though that wouldn't have made sense. But I saw that Bonnie had a blue face and suddenly Joe's face having blue stuff on it made sense. Duh!!!!!  I grabbed Bonnie by the arm and whispered to her, "I just had a missing time experience."  Bonnie, having had lots of them wasn't particularly impressed by this, but I was all excited and wanted to tell her about it.  

I then started to notice that Bonnie was wearing a weird hat.  It was bigger around than her body, (Bonnie is a large woman) and was about 3 feet high on the brim, plus it had stuff on top of it too. It looked kinda like a 'cheese hat' that Packer fans wear except it was round and was white.  The thing was pulled so far down over her face, I could hardly see her eyes which were squinty just below the brim. I looked closer at her face and saw that her blue face was really a rubber mask and that's why her eyes looked so weird.  

I was rather expecting her to tell me how missing time worked, because I was really freaked out about it, but when I looked at her again, she was wearing a different kind of hat, this one was more outlandish than the first one. This one too had a huge brim on it, wider than the first, but at least not 3 feet high, but the whole hat was tall. I can't remember what it all had on it, but it must have weighed a lot because this one too was pulled way down over her eyes so she could hardly see. I was really having trouble understanding what was going on, so began working on some papers on the table across from where Joe sat while we waited for the other 'abductees' to get there.  

These papers I was working on were titled "Center of Attention".  (I know there is a web site by that name, but this didn't seem to have anything to do with that.) This was a list of names and each one represented a color. When I was done, there were 7 names and each represented a color, and when one would click on the hyperlink, it would take you to a web page which explained the color, what it stood for, and what it would do.  I was rather excited that I had accomplished that work. Then I noticed I was really working on a computer, and not just on paper and saved the file so I could upload it to our directory. and woke up.


2-12-99 - DREAM - I was in my 16th St. house. My daughter told me to call the fire department because the trash box was on fire. I saw the fire and promptly forgot about it. I did some other things then noticed the fire again and remembered I hadn't called the fire department yet.

The black telephone seemed to be a radio as well with channel buttons around the phone key pad. I picked up the receiver and heard a conversation so I hit another button to get a different line, but there was a conversation going on there too. I ran out of phone lines and decided I'd try to phone out on a radio channel. So, I pressed a radio channel button and dialed 911. It worked.

A female operator answered. I attempted to tell her about the trash fire, meanwhile I was seeing flashing red lights in the sky and hearing beeping sounds like a big truck was backing up. Then I saw a HUGE steam shovel in the next block moving earth and swinging back and forth and figured that was making all the noise.

A male firefighter butted into my conversation with the operator. He didn't want to come to the fire because the same trash box had been on fire the week before he said. I hadn't been aware of that but figured he should fight a fire wherever and whenever there was one and they DID finally agree to come to the fire.

I was now outside and going into a different house.We were going up the front stairs. A woman opened the door. A man with me gave her my name and she looked puzzled. I said, "I was married to Edward. He's in Alaska now and I stayed here." She said, "Oh! I thought you were Barbara!"

NOTE: On 2-15, I signed up for HERBALIFE with a woman named Barbara. That was quite a coincidence since spirit told me to sign up with HERBALIFE. However, this turned out to be a mistake since Barbara did not follow thru on my order and I decided not to follow through either. It was very frustrating. I had thought since the word came from spirit it would be a good event. It turned out to be like a test instead.

I chose to ignore the woman's remark and went on into the house. From somewhere I had picked up an old fashioned toy wooden rifle. I was carrying it in my hands when I went to the 2nd floor where the old woman's dormitory was. I opened the door and spotted an old man who didn't belong there. I pointed the wooden rifle at him and pretended to arrest him. Everyone shrieked and I laughed.Then another man showed up and I aimed the pretend rifle at him too. Again I laughed when the women shrieked. I was laughing so hard I had to lean against the door jam. Then everyone else started to laugh and we were clearly playacting.

Then the women gathered around a piano and invited me to rehearse with their little singing group. The lead woman said they were practicing singing the scales using the sounds ooo-eee-ooo-wee-ooo-eee-ooo! I guess I wasn't pronouncing it good enough so she corrected me, saying, "No! It's ooo-wee-ooo-wee-ooo! So we tried again and it seemed to be okay.

This might be a separate dream but I was helping some men hide from someone evil who was coming after us. They were hiding behind doors and pretending to be coats hanging on hangars on coat racks. I helped the men hide and then there was nowhere for me to hide. As I was waiting for the evil man to come into the room...I began to hear some strange music and saw a wall or doorway with 4 pillars. Behind the pillars, on the wall, moving behind the pillars, it said, "3 SINS."


3-14-99 - These are three dreams that go together. I wasn't going to write the 1st one down because it was so gross and upsetting. I deliberately went back to bed to have more dreams so I wouldn't remember the dream and the next two dreams only enhanced the importance of the 1st dream. Going back to sleep did not erase the memory of the 1st dream in the slightest.

DREAM #1 - I was helping out in various department of a hospital. I knew some of the people in this dream 10 years or more ago, but don't see them anymore.

The 1st department I worked in was for the elderly and I was assisting an old woman in her 80's. She had once been a nurse and was preparing for death and I was helping her get ready for bed. She saw the clock on the wall and knew it was the usual time for her to go to work. She was long retired from work, but nothing was going to keep her from it. She begged me not to tell on her and got out of bed and put on a green hospital smock like mine and went down the hall to do her sworn duty.

I then went to help a woman and some kids with their laundry because my own flowered dress was a little damp yet by the shoulders from washing it and it needed further drying. When I got back from doing the laundry, I asked her if she wanted me to fold it. She said, "No!" But her kitchen was a mess so I helped straighten out her kitchen so dinner could be cooked for her kids.

I then went into a surgical unit where women were coming in for abortions. I didn't see any of the women themselves. I was in the room where the aborted babies were laying on a board side by side, some in their amniotic bags, and some much larger and they were all alive. I asked the abortion doctor how he could do this. He said, "Oh! It isn't bad unless they scream."

I had a butcher knife in my hand and filleted the largest babies' thigh like it was a chicken leg. It didn't bleed but looked like raw flesh of a dark chicken leg. I knew the baby was alive and wondered why it didn't scream. It just turned it's head away and look away from me. I was grossing myself out at this point and that was bad enough but then one of the aborted babies screamed a tiny shrill scream from it's amniotic sack. It was a blood curdling scream. I was so horrified, I couldn't stand it. I was sickened into almost panic and I was disgusted that this baby had no chance to live even though he was born alive.

I took a towel and wrapped up all the babies into a tight package so I could dispose of the bodies. I didn't know where to take them, but carried them with me everywhere I went, looking for a place to put them down. I asked people for rides in their cars, which they didn't know what I was carrying in the towel for which I was feeling guiltier and guiltier.

Finally, a woman came along who was driving people around voluntarily. She had a big old open black car and she said she'd give me a ride because I had no way to go home again.

So, I directed her which way to go, across a huge intersection with traffic going every which way and down a wide street that was steep to a place I saw ahead behind my building that had a big garden with a hot house in the middle. I told her to let me off by the garden which she did and I went inside the little house looking for a trash bucket from the gardener. I couldn't find one, but in the middle was a large old cardboard box which looked like it was about ready to be thrown away. I opened it and it was full of garden refuse, twigs, branches, dead leaves, discarded plants that were dying. So, I took the towel with the babies in it and hid them in with the garden refuse, hoping nobody would discover them before the trash men came to get the box.

NOTE: I woke up sickened and horrified that I had participated in this. Just standing by and doing nothing was just as much participation as doing it myself.

I wasn't going to write this dream down because that babies' scream had so horrified me. I went back to bed to hopefully dream something else and wipe this dream out of my mind.

DREAM #2 - I was with a man who looked like my brother in his younger days. I was shown that this man had been a writer and lived from 1948 to 1998 and could no longer write on his own.

DREAM #3 - I was living in West Allis, WI. The traffic on Greenfield Ave. was blocked just east of 70th St. by a wooden cabinet. One could crawl through it, but it was difficult. Meanwhile the traffic speed limit going east had been raised from 35 miles an hour to 70 miles an hour.

People loved the freedom to drive that fast, but when they got to 70th St., they had to detour and go around the blocked street. Nobody took the blockade down, just drove around it, grumbling because their speed was now back down to 35 miles an hour.

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

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

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

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

Interpretation by Joe Mason


Here's my comments about your Baby and other dreams of 3-14-99 -

Many dreams seem to show our reality as a hospital, as if it is a dimension for spiritual healing. I believe the dream is speaking to your work in this regard. The age of a person in a dream, I think, can symbolize their spiritual level of development. The old nurse may indicate someone on this level, or she could represent a feminine aspect of yourself.

The clock on the wall that she saw, and the green hospital smock that you both are wearing, may suggest that she has achieved the Heart chakra level, which is a symbolized by a 12-petal lotus or "wheel" divided into 12 parts. The word "chakra" means "wheel." Green, of course, is the color of the Heart chakra.

The "work," involves nursing, which can be helping to spiritually heal others, or helping with the birth process. In dreams, birth can symbolize the birth of ideas. Joseph Campbell wrote that the virgin birth is the birth of the Spiritual Man out of the animal man. This happens, he said, at the level of the heart chakra (see: http://www.greatdreams.com/plpath1.htm).

The "kids" can represent others who are on a lower consciousness level or chakra level. You are helping other people in this way. Helping with the "laundry" seems to be the "cleaning of the filthy garments" type of symbolism.

I first gathered the idea from the dream Jeff told me back in 1990. He went to an oriental town dressed all in white. He walked through a restaurant, and continued out into the back courtyard.

A crowd of oriental people were watching a large woman, who pulled up her shirt to reveal her pregnant tummy. He then went into the bathroom. The toilet was blocked up, and urine was on the floor. He looked down, and saw that his white pants had been stained.

I felt that "oriental" referred to "strangers from the east," who's language we cannot understand, meaning a more enlightened spiritual dimension. The "restaurant," I believe, can represent a public food for thought, that is, ideas and beliefs being developed by many. The "bathroom," or "going to the bathroom," and similar symbols, seems to be a play on the "food for thought" symbolism. These are old ideas and beliefs that have been consumed and digested. All the nutrients have been removed. It is time to discharge them.

Some months after Jeff's dream, I began to read the Bible for the first time, and was startled by Revelation 3:1-5:

(1) ". . . I know your works; you have the name of being alive, and you are dead. (2) Awake, and strengthen what remains and is on the point of death, for I have not found your works perfect in the sight of my God."

(4) "Yet you have still a few names in Sardis, people who have not soiled their garments; and they shall walk with me in white, for they are worthy." (5) He who conquers shall be clad thus in white garments, and I will not blot his name out of the book of life; I will confess his name before my Father and before his angels."

In Zechariah 3, Joshua has filthy garments after being accused by Satan. By the angel's command, he is helped to get clean garments. He is called a "brand plucked from the fire," which seems to indicate a purification process. The verse is quite significant to me, because Joshua and Zerubbabel in Zechariah 4, are directly related to the two olive trees that stand up after 3 1/2 days in Revelation 11:11. They are also called two lampstands and two prophets. They are the two anointed, of the bloodlines, the High Priest (Joshua) and King (Zerubbabel). 3 1/2 indicates the midpoint of the seven chakras, the point between the third and fourth (Heart).

Your own flowered dress may also be a hint of the chakras, because they are symbolized by the lotus flower in the East, and the rose in the west. The idea that the dress is still damp from being washed, may indicate that you have just recently reached a higher chakra level.

Helping in the kitchen so dinner could be cooked for the kids, is like the "restaurant" symbolism, as mentioned above.

Aborting babies can represent "aborting" ideas and beliefs. We use similar metaphors in our speech, for example, "Don't throw out the baby with the bath water." My guess is that the babies that "scream," represent ideas and beliefs that should not be thrown away, or that they are difficult ideas to throw away.

Cutting into the baby's thigh may indicate that you are examining a belief more deeply. The lack of blood and look of a chicken-leg may symbolize something you determined about the belief. It may lack blood or life, meaning it will or should "die," that is, that the belief should be dropped or changed. "Chicken" could, for example, represent coward-like beliefs.

Your feeling of being grossed out, could symbolize feelings we have as we examine our beliefs and emotions, and find something we do not like. The baby that screamed and had no chance to live, I would think, represents a cherished belief that has to go. It may be a belief, a way of being, that you feel is part of yourself, something that seems supportive, familiar, and comfortable. Yet, it is not good for your evolution to a higher level of consciousness.

Carrying the babies everywhere indicates that the beliefs are always with you. Asking people for rides in their cars in order to dispose of the babies, seems to indicate seeking other belief systems (vehicles), such as churches or organizations, for help in this spiritual process. The other people do not know what you are carrying, meaning that others do not know what beliefs and emotions are deep inside you.

The woman who gave you a ride in the big old open black car, I think, may represent a spiritual being on a higher level. Black sometimes seems to symbolize "invisible." She drove you "down" a street that was steep, indicating that you joined her on a higher level. I had several dreams that were similar years ago. In another, I was quickly going down a stairway, then a man walking slowly was blocking my way. I hopped up on the rail, slid around him, and continued quickly on down. This, I believe, is similar to the "return from the mountain top," that is, the dreams seem to show us finding something on a high level, then returning "down" to the worldly level.

You directed the woman "which way to go." This seems to indicate that you are directing your own path in your spiritual journey, and are helped by higher entities or aspects of your self. Crossing the intersection may be an important "crossing point" in your quest.

The garden and gardener may be related to the many symbols of planting and growing. It is said we sow and reap, for example. The twigs, branches, and dead leaves, reminds me of another dream that Jeff told me. He saw his teen age son with a tree growing out of the top of his head. Some of the branches were rotten, so Jeff started to go prune them. But, he hesitated when he realized that, if he pruned too deeply, it would kill the boy. The idea seems to be that the tree represents the belief system. In your dream, you place the babies with the "pruned" parts of the plants. This seems to fit with the idea that the discarded babies represent ideas/beliefs meant to be discarded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cannibalism in Autumn


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

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

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

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

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

The woman on 84th Street may be a "number" clue. Notice that 84 is twice 42. As months on the Hebrew calendar, this is seven years (84 / 12). It is also 2,520 days (84 x 30), which is twice the number of days given in Revelation 11:3 and 12:14. 42 months is given in Revelation 11:2.

The Book of Daniel speaks of Nebuchadnezzar's dream of a great tree that was cut and banded, causing a period of insanity for seven years. Some say these are "Prophetic years" of 360 years each, giving a total of 2,520 years. From the fall of the Temple at Jerusalem, this is said to give the year 1914 as the beginning of the Apocalypse. 2,520 or 252 is part of the ancient "Gematria" system of the ancients. See:



The number 84 is a key number in the page above, from our friend, James Furia's "Music Wheel."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




11-20-98 - DREAM - I was again in the apartment building where the tall people lived. I had not yet started my job as Manager. Two families of people came and asked to see apartments. I went to my desk to see what apartments were available coming up. The chair and the desk were piled high with mail that had to be read. I picked up the list, saw that it was laid out differently from the way I had managed the building the last time I worked here, but I liked the new way.

One of the families didn't want to look at the closest apartment going to be available which was 111. so they had to sit and wait until I was done showing it. So, I took the other family across the hall and took my white telephone with me.

I was kind of in shock when I walked into the apartment. The man who was renting it was there. He had removed all the inner walls and was using it for a pool hall. These tables were square like bumper pool and there were 12 tables (maybe 16)

Someone plugged my phone in for me - but not in 111, but thru a passageway into 110. I looked around the apartment and saw that not only was this guy using his apartment for a business, there were hand prints (dirty and greasy) all over the walls. (Like he was desecrating the temple). I asked the man who was swarthy looking, wearing a grey suit, when he was leaving, thinking hopefully that he was being evicted for treating the apartment disrespectfully. He said he was leaving in January, maybe, but March for sure.

I thanked him for the information and asked for help to disconnect the phone because we were going to leave the apartment.

I saw there were 3 lines to the phone like it was a two line phone. nobody could get to the end where it was plugged into the wall, so I disconnected the wires on the phone end, then walked over to apartment 110, where the wires were plugged into the wall to retrieve them.

The old woman, who lived there was just arriving and got to the wires before I did. The names of the owners of the wires was written on them. She said, "Who is ZORA EMELYN HENRY?" I knew that was Joe's grandmother , descended from Patrick Henry and I was using HER phone.

I looked at the number of people on the application and I knew I couldn't rent to them. There were 9 people and that was too many for a two bedroom apartment. but I was obligated to take their application and would let them know after that they weren't qualified.

I then went out into the hallway to meet the other family who wanted to rent an apartment way over on the other end of the complex in apartment #101. I had to get walking shoes on to go over there. It was that far.

AS I was walking in the hallway, a girl said she needed to see the manager, not knowing it was me. The dryer door in the laundry was off the hinges and wouldn't dry her clothes. I told her I would see if there were two quarters in the office and she could throw her clothes into another dryer (there were 4 in a row) and she could get her laundry done and I would get reimbursed later.

As I was trying to get back to the office there was a rack of leather jackets hanging there, so many I could barely get past them. I was really annoyed because I used to keep the lobby neat and this was unacceptable. I finally got past the jackets into the inner hallway and there were two basketball teams standing there. The head guy said they all wanted to meet me and I looked and they were all 7 to 8 feet tall. I was astounded

I walked back into the office and two girls were gathering up a pile of loose change so I threw my own personal money into the pile hoping they'd come up with two quarters for the girl who needed to finish her laundry.

I then looked at the application for this second family. Knowing the first family wasn't qualified with 9 people, I knew this family wouldn't be qualified either because there were 25 people. Nevertheless I was obligated to show it to them knowing the COULD divide themselves up into smaller families to qualify.

I woke up as I saw them patiently waiting their turn and getting up to go with me.


11-23-98 - DREAM - I went to a house and was taking care of a baby. The woman there had to gather all her friends while I did this. I was told that an old woman had peed in her pants because she couldn't make it to the bathroom. I went in there and the pee was in a puddle half an inch deep and four feet across. I helped her to her feet so she could get changed into dry clothes. Then I told the woman who owned the house to pull up all the carpet and get rid of it. The whole thing was all ratty looking anyway.


11-29-98 - DREAM - I seemed to be in my current house but maybe not. In the livingroom was several cots. There was an old, old woman laying on her back on one, seemingly waiting for death. A man was counseling with her There was another cot over farther. It seemed that everyone in this room was laying down, or lounging, half laying down.

I decided to go outside and get the newspaper. Now for sure I was at my current house and was surprised to see that it had snowed out, because it never snows here. I was barefoot and decided to be daring and run out to the mailbox barefoot. Joe was standing at the door and I expected him to holler at me not to run out in the snow barefoot, but I was already out in the snow and the snow, to my surprise, was warm. It was like walking in warm marshmallows with a crunchy top on it. I hollered to Joe, "the snow is warm," and began running around, flocking, in the snow. It was wonderful.

I went back to the house then and saw a low wall in front of the house that had many dolls sitting on it, covered with snow so you could hardly tell what they were. When I recognized what they were, I said, "These should not be here and knocked all their heads off.

I went back into the house. The old woman was still laying on the cot on her back and her daughter was sitting with her. I went over to another cot and l laid down on my stomach. Everyone was laying around relaxing. I still couldn't figure out why everyone was laying down.


12-19-98 - DREAM - I remembered that I forgot to put the list of evil things on the web pages and I was busily inserting them and came to one and clicked on it and it went to the "Lion King" page.

In the dream, I was carrying a bear cub...a black one. It was cute but needed to be caged and I was at a railway station. I went to an area where I could close two sets of glass doors and slammed them shut and clicked the locks together sideways and made a glass cage for the bear cub.

Two young women were there who though the bear cub was so cut but didn't know how dangerous he could become.

I was with someone and suggested what a great idea it would be to jump on a train and to go just a short distance to the next town and come back just so I could say I had been on a train. The train came by and ran over my foot as it went by.

NOTE: On 12-20-98 - there was a train crash which killed many people after having hit and killed an old woman several miles before it crashed.


DREAM - 1-22-99 - I really enjoy gardening so when I had the opportunity I went to a farm to help out. When the chores were done for the day, we were in the barn. There was a pile of dirt in the corner where the crops were kept fresh.

I started digging in the dirt pile and found some potatoes. I told the old woman farmer that I'd try to get enough potatoes for dinner. She said, "Okay!" and I started pulling potatoes out of the dirt. One potato was particularly large and when I pulled it out, a huge hole was left in the pile.

I decided to look down into the hole and saw a beautiful amber light fixture buried down there under the dirt. It was so pretty, to look at. While I was thinking about taking the light fixture out of the hole for the other people to see, the large potato fell back into the hole and broke one of the fluted light covers.

I was so upset, I apologized to the old woman who was now a withered old black woman. (KALI) I told her I was concerned about the broken glass, that someone might get cut on it.

She said, "Don't worry about it." She brought out a long green hose and began washing away the dirt pile. She washed away all the dirt, leaving a clean, concrete floor. I didn't know what to say. I didn't expect her to use so much water and wash ALL the dirt away.

Outside, I looked down into the valley and saw that the water in the river was rising. It rose higher and higher. The water felt warm, so I was wading in the water. I thought about strolling in the water from place to place, but it was getting higher and higher.

My brother told me he was going to go look at the river too, and I said, "Okay!" The water was getting up past my knees now and I started to get concerned about my own safety. I decided I was wrong to tell my brother to go ahead and look at the river with its fast rushing water and began to call him back.

I saw two cops tell my brother he could go no further and made him turn around and come back. By now, the water was thigh high and it looked like the entire valley was covered with water. I was getting more and more concerned for the safety of everyone, so I headed up the stairs into my apartment building where I felt safe.

When I got there, I went on the computer and began working on computer pages about disaster and preparing for survival.


2-28-99 - DREAM - (Many dreams didn't bother to remember. The last one was the most memorable)

I experienced a personal change from a person who let everyone walk all over her, to one who was in charge of her own life. It was an exhilarating feeling to feel so positive about my own life.

At the end of the dream, I was at a concert, and four little girls from foreign countries came over to perform for the Americans.

I went over to hug a little blond girl who was like a crotchety old woman in her behavior and attitude. She even had an attitude about being hugged that was negative and she expressed this negativity. So, in public, I went over to her and asked her if I could give her another hug but she didn't want to. So, I told her if I could hug her, I'd give the other children hugs too. She didn't want to deny her friends the hugs, so I gave her a big hug, then went over and hugged the next girl, whispered to her to be a good girl and told her to give my good wishes to her family and brothers and sisters.

The next girl looked very Italian with dark hair and brilliant white teeth and when I told her to give my good wishes to her family, she said, "I'm an only child, I dont have any brothers or sisters, so I asked her about her extended family and if she had cousins and aunts and uncles, so I told her to pass my good wishes to them also. The last little girl was totally thrilled to be in America and when I hugged her and expressed my good wishes to her family she said she hoped that her whole family could come to America one day and see what a wonderful place it is.

I woke up feeling really good with a whole new feeling about life.


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The little ugly son continued to preach to the crowd and old people were gathering. He asked them to sit in a circle which they did and an old woman asked to join the circle so they let her in.

The words, "Let the circle be unbroken' came into my head. But the circle broke as soon as the old woman joined it and the ugly son came down from his perch and disappeared like his father had.

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

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

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

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

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

There was a sign there that said, "Happy Birthday December 18th" and I thought to myself. "Well, they are a little late." and the date was wrong because my birthday was Dec. 26th.

Nevertheless I went past the nurses to find the bathroom and saw that there was a line of young girls all dressed in white standing in line and I didn't want to wait. They all looked like patients in a hospital anyway and this place didn't seem like the place I wanted to be.

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


7-8-99 - DREAM - I was seemingly in a small town or suburb. I didn't recognize the streets though it resembled a street I had been on several times in New Berlin that was... "heaven" or "heavenward".

I either lived there or was caretaking there. It seems there had been a close call that I almost hit a woman with my car. She wasn't hurt and she didn't even notice.

I was rinsing out some small towels and cloths in a pan of water on the front lawn of this house.

I decided it would be nicer to dip them in the blue pool behind the house across the street. As I stood up, I couldn't tell if I had any underwear on, so I had to reach down and check. I felt cloth there so assumed I at least was wearing underwear. There was a small portable radio on the lawn by me with loud music and I knew a baby was sleeping nearby, so decided to take the radio with me across the street to the pool.

Suddenly I was driving my car down a city street and three people started to cross the street right in front of me, so I jammed my brakes on and stopped just short of hitting them. It was an old man, an old woman I assume was his wife and a younger woman who was a teen or in her 20's. She was so close to the car, I could see a chocolate stain or smudge on her upper left chest on her tight pink T shirt.

The old man and woman stopped short when they saw me coming but the young girl was so oblivious to me, she didn't look at all and almost walked into the car.

I hollered to her, "Maam, you should look where you are going, you almost got hit." I paused and said, "Maam, we've met before," realizing she was the same woman I almost hit earlier in the day, and knowing there would be a third time and I wouldn't be able to stop in time if she didn't open up her eyes and became aware of what was going on around her.


1-15-00 - DREAM - I don't know where I was, but all the people seemed to be from Wisconsin. Some of the people are deceased, and some not.

There is a theme of going through events twice, once for practice and once for real. The first time was to get past the fear, the second because you know you can do it without serious harm because it must be done.

At first I was in the country, going down a road. There were numerous brown horses along the road and I was afraid that they would get out of control. The second time I went down the path, the brown horses were all laying down alongside the road in the mud after a rain. I was disgusted to see them wallowing in the mud.

I was then high on a hill waiting for a flight in a white airplane. I've always been afraid to fly ever since my Father wouldn't allow me to join the rescue organization for young people when I was 14 that went up in planes to look for lost people.

While I was in the plane hangar, it was raining outside so the plane couldn't go up. I was standing near the entrance to the hangar with another person and began sliding down a steep hill standing up. I ended up at the bottom of the hill thigh deep in mud.

Nobody bothered to watch or to care how I was. When I came back up the hill to the plane hangar, I had to walk through an area that had thousands of glittering icicle hanging down like stalagtites in a cave. I had to bust them off as I walked through the area so they wouldn't cut  me.

It wasn't until I was completely through this area that others noticed I had been gone and they marveled at the broken ice, but not at what I had survived.

NOTE: On Sunday following this dream, there was a show on TV where they showed a new cave just found and being protected and they entered through a square doorway just like in my dream and showed all the stalagtites that were hanging down that took millions of years to form.

See what I did above compared to real stalagtites that no one can touch because it takes so many years to create drop by drop with water.

continuing dream:

Then the engineer I used to work with (now deceased) Don Waalkes asked me to go out to the plane with him. (The name Don means Chief or Lord and Don was Chief Engineer where I worked) . I asked to see the contract I had to make sure I was authorized to do this. I tried to read the fine print, but we did this so fast, I couldn't find any statement one way or the other about this. The other men who were there were questioning whether I should be doing this instead of them. They were acting jealously like they should have been chosen for this privilege and not them.

We got out to the plane and I was taken inside the working of the plane where the motor was and saw all the hoses that delivered oil to the motor to make sure that the pistons and other working parts got the right amount of oil. A woman engineer showed me how this all worked.

When we got back to the hangar-like area where the men were standing, we were in a first aid or hospital-type area. An old white haired woman was in a bed and a man was sitting next to her as a visitor. The hospital brought her a food tray and they were nice enough to feed visitors also.

I saw that the woman was given a soda cup-sized red jello. The visitor got the same. Along with the jello was a gift pack of small items you could use while at the hospital in case you didn't bring your own things and you could take this home with you later.

I looked through the visitors gift pack and saw that there were feminine and masculine type things in it. Since the visitor of the old woman was a man, I went through the pack and took out all the feminine things like perfumes of various kinds since the man didn't need them and I felt I had earned them.

However, there was a man there from my hometown whom I wanted to give a gift to and I offered him a bottle of men's cologne called "Sunbeam". He turned it down at first until I finally said he should take it as a souvenier and I emphasized the word souvenier a second time.

After I woke up, I was again seeing the pattern of the icicles like they were on the ceiling, but this time it was just the pattern I was seeing and it was dark gray. The pattern was somewhat geometric but indescribable, not a specific shape one could point out and say it's name.

I was then told to take this pattern and turn it sideways and go through it again. I don't know why this was necessary, but it fit the pattern of doing it the first time to get past the fear, then doing it again because it was necessary.


7-15-99 - VISION - A white cover was pulled off of what looked like a mummy.

I asked, "Who is that boy?"

A male voice boomed loudly , "I am taking you to your own people ... RUPIAN!"

A smaller female voice said, "I want to invite Dolores to tell Art how much ...........

Another female voice said, "It was an indigo/windigate mixup. "

Numerous voices: There was a discussion going on between several people. The boomer voice said, "Will they come?" and the woman said, "I want to get them here!"

Another voice said, "The man of war is Filipino!"

A male voice said, "Call me The Black Spine!"

An old woman's voice said, "Nevra! They are calling you Nevra!"

Another argument started. One voice said, "People like you... get away from me and don't come back!"

Another voice said, "No prisoners!" (It was a hollered command)

A woman's voice said, "That is where we got married."

A male voice said, "She was the leader!"

A male voice said, "Is there a home? It really matters!"

An old man's voice said, "If she is just letting him sit there, it is a (shutr/shitr sp?) mistake!"

A young woman said, "I didn't think he was that hurt. He guaranteed me!"

VISION - It looked like a woman laying down with a white patch shape on her right temple. She said, "Hey! Why am I being interfered with?"

She says she would like someone to take care of her. It's only 100 years of history.

VISION - I saw a playing card - The King of Spades

VISION - I saw two more rows of cards, each with writing on. In the second row, the first card said ' ALIEN' in red.

VOICES - Two women - One invited the other in. The younger one said, I didn't think he was coming!" The older woman said, "He should have virginal understanding!"

A voice that sounded Irish said, "Well. You didn't have to ask him!"

Voice - A woman - I don't know why you don't help him. Another woman said, "There is growth there!"

A womans voice sounding like she was channeling someone said, "As long as I see his light ... the yellow ... I know he is still there!"

Two women talking ... One said, "She did say that one day... you wouldn't get married." The other one said, "Well sometimes 'dreams' just doesn't do the trick!"

A man's voice said, "I think you should call Edmondon O'Brien!" (Might have been Edmonding)


7-21-99 - DREAM - I was on Jackson street, about to take over the building again, but was standing out front. An old woman came out of the building, put a ladder up against the building under the awning on the porch and took out a lightbulb. I was going to run up there and ask her who she was, but she had already slipped back inside, ladder and all.

I continued to do whatever it was I was doing and it must have been a time warp because I was there all day. Then the woman came back out of the building with the ladder, set it against the building, climbed up the ladder, put the lightbulb back, came back down the ladder and went back into the building. She was doing this quite quickly. However, I was thinking faster this time and ran up the stairs to catch her and ask her who she was.

The door was still swinging shut, so I grabbed it before it closed. I didn't have my building keys yet. I went inside but the woman was already gone. I spotted the maintenance man Michael sitting on the floor sleeping in the East/West hallway with two other guys.

I ran over there. They saw me coming and jumped up, spreading out a dark blue paint tarp on the floor and looking all embarrassed to be caught sleeping.

They sat down again on top of the tarp. I asked them if they had seen the old woman with the ladder. Michael said, "No!" but they knew who she was. She was from the elderly building that we had.

I thanked Michael and gave him a left-handed high 5 to his right hand and left.


7-22-99 - DREAM - I was working in a huge office. Everywhere I went I carried communication radios with me. Some had visual capabilities as well and I saw that one said,"King of Hearts" on it.

I had an errand to run so I left the office. Out in the hallway, I met an elderly couple which used to live in my Jackson St. building. The wife said, " We just came back from the nursing home.

We kind of liked it there." I told them that my mother had been in a nursing home recently also and she liked it too. (This is true)

We came outside and in the sky was a pattern of nasty green and black clouds. The old woman said, "Isn't that pretty?" I said, "No! It isn't. Those are dangerous chemicals some shot out of an airplane."

We looked in the opposite direction and a similar pattern of nasty green and black clouds were in the sky there too, but beyond it I saw painted in the sky, an elaborate painting of three wreaths made out of white roses. In the center wreath was a large white rose and in the other outer two wreaths were young olive trees in full leaf. Surrounding the wreaths was a dark blue sky with daubed glitter stars. It was truly awesome.

Cary Loose was standing nearby and commented about the painting in the sky. I told her that it was easy to do that because we were living in a large box. If you looked, you could see the corners of the box surrounding where we lived. We continued to admire the painting in the sky and then I said I had many things to do, I'd better get going. I had to laugh then. I had just told everyone that we were living in a box, yet we continued to do our daily work like it was nothing unusual.

I went into a bathroom where I saw the water wasn't working and the soap dispenser was clogged, so I probed it with a stick and got it all to work freely again.

I then went back to my office and discovered that a teacher had brought an art class in and set it up on tables right outside my office. The tables were aglitter with colored paper and glitter with which they were making Christmas decorations.

I hurried into my office, my radios fell out of my sweater pocket. I quickly retrieved them and put them in a safe place. I didn't want anyone to take over my space, so I turned on the big overhead lights so everyone would know I was there and saw in my own space that I too had been creating art decorations for Christmas myself and my tables too were colorful with cutout paper and glitter for Christmas.

End of Dream


8-5-99 - DREAM - I met Joe on Greenfield Ave. at 82nd St. He had just come out of the gate from State Fair Park.

I saw an old woman trash picker in the center of the road inside the fairgrounds. It rather looked like his grandmother Zora. He said, "I'm not picking anything up!" indicating he wasn't going to pick up any trash.

However, I picked up the trash that was in front of me and we walked through a gate where a young man ticket taker stood. I put my trash into the green receptacle, showing the ticket taker that I had trash in my hand. Joe paid the guy some money and we walked to pay again even though he had just left the fairgrounds. The young man didn't give us half the ticket nor stamp our hand so I asked him, "Don't we get proof that we've been here?" He just walked back to his place by the trash receptacle.

We went by the front gate where everyone else was paying money and coming through the turnstile. The old men ticket takers turned and smiled at me like they were saying to me, "Thanks for helping!"

I looked down at my clothes. I was wearing a heavy black sweater and jeans, not the ultimate in fair-going apparel. Joe was walking on my right, holding my hand. He was looking down at the ground. I was just going to ask him what was the matter when I woke up.


11-12-99 - VISIONS - "y2k file ended in gobc.htm. The voice said "this would be helpful."

"Y2K magazine in gold, yellow, and black more practical hints."

"survival dog - see dream of grapes and raisins."

"aluminum dog."

"follow the yellow brick road"

NOTE: It was amazing how many times I heard those same words in other places in the next few weeks.

I heard the voice of an old woman at the front door said, "Oh Dolores! like she was asking for help.


1-24-00 - DREAM - I was outside the house working on the lawn and the new garden I was planting. I found some newly sprouting potato plants coming up from last years potato plants so I thought I would try to grow them from the new sprouts rather than the normal method of planting potato pieces and waiting a long time for the plants to come forth. There was an old woman with me but I don't know who she was. She was trying to advise me as to how to plant potatoes. I told her I was going to try it my way first. I smoothed out the ground and began digging a hole for the new plants. However, the hole became ever much larger than I dug and I saw that there were cracks in the ground.

One of these cracks led to the foundation of the new extension on our house and I was worried about that, so I followed the crack to where it got to the house foundation and decided to fill it in. However, the more I dug, the larger the crack got. There didn't seem to be any end to the crack. So, I thought as long as I was outside the house, I would enlarge the crack and take a look at what was causing it.

Of course the more I dug the larger the hole got. But then I saw that my Father had buried some stuff along the foundation of the house to help fill in the space under the house. Curious the Cat that I am, I began to pull out some of the things that were under the foundation of the house. The first thing I pulled out was an old fashioned wooden radio. . . the old tube type. It was really pretty . . . a light brown color, rather rectangular, but carved wood like good furniture used to be. It had a yellow dial on the front and I thought I'd like to keep that, so I pulled it out of the hole.

Beyond that, I saw boxes full of old things we would probably call antiques and knick knacks so I began to pull those boxes out also.

By now I could see under the house. It was hollow. I can't describe my shock. I crawled down under the house and saw that below the wide floor boards of the house, was about 8 inches of dirt and then big empty space for about 12 feet and then more earth. This was a very large area.  (The Hollow Earth Theory?)

This was like a hidden basement under the house. I have no idea what held up the earth that the floor boards were laid on, but it was dry and solid. Who knows what would happen if somebody spilled water inside the house and it seeped down between the floorboards and soaked that dry soil. It would probably fall in just like the dirt I had previously tried to fill the cracks in with from above. There was no bottom and I couldn't put enough dirt in to fill the cracks.

But looking at this space from below was like a found treasure. There was no limit to the use for this extra space now that I found it. For instance, my husband could use it for extra garage space, and then I thought that might not be so good because of car gas fumes, but he could park his new speed boat down here. There already was a ramp of soil that made an easy access driveway of dirt. This excited me and I went back up the ramp of soil and saw that the neighborhood restaurant had set up a sign on a pole with an arrow that pointed down the next street which was 32nd street. But now that I had opened up this hole under our house, the arrow on the sign would make people think this was the street and they would turn too soon and find that we had an open access below our house and want to explore it.

So, I pushed the sign over and pulled it out of the post hole and carried it over to the side of the street and laid it down for the restaurant owner to find later. There was a second post with an arrow sign on it I also pushed over and laid it down by the street. Now there was no way for people to know we had a secret access to our house.

I decided to take a walk around the house at this point and when I came around the other side, there was a sprinkler going, one of those with a narrow spray of water that went pretty far out and rotated. I didn't have too much problem avoiding the spray of water as it watered the grass and trees as I walked, but of course, one couldn't stop and look at anything because the water spray would come around again.

I decided I wanted to stop and look at something, so I went over picked up the hose nozzle which was about 3 1/2 inches wide and rather flat, maybe an inch thick. Now that I picked it up it wasn't working the way it had and I saw that the hose was flattened out and no water was going through it. There was a quilt that was a dark blue background with daisy flowers laying on the ground and thought I could wash it with the hose and lay it out in the sun to dry and it would be pretty again, so I began fiddling with the hose trying to get it to work.

A voice began telling me the purpose of the hose, that it was constructed such that it only worked between midnight and 6 a.m. and its purpose was to prevent damage from drought caused by the earthchanges. I thought that was a rather clever idea.

I had managed to get some water out of the hose to wash the quilt and then I saw that there was a large bed on the lawn and I whipped the quilt up into the air so that it would land on the end of the bed to dry in the sun. The bed had 4 short posts on each corner perhaps about 8 inches across. It was a good solid bed.

I now went back to the house, thinking about all the wonderful things we could use the new addition to the house for that my Father had constructed. This was so exciting. I went upstairs and looked around all the extra empty space we now had to use for a good purpose.

I heard my husband come home and I went to the stairway to excitedly tell him of the newly found space beneath the house. He came around the corner to the stairs and I said, "You'll never guess what I found today. . . but it might not make you happy!" thinking that my ideas might not necessarily be what he would think.

As he put his foot on the first stair, Joe touched my arm in bed and I awoke with a startled jerk.


3-9-00 - This dream changes streets faster than the eye can blink.

I was in the courtyard of my neighbor's houses on 16th St. (They owned 4 houses on the corner of 16th and Clark. I knew them all and had been in all the houses when I was a kid). The postman/woman brought me my mail delivery. It was an incredible box of mail, far more than I ever receive in one day. I stacked it on my lap to go through it. There was one very large envelope that was heavy cardboard that seemed to be either to my mother or from my mother. (I can't recall which) but I was going to open it either way.

An old woman came out of one one of the houses and told me that she had to find a place to live with her three daughters and their bicycles and that she only had 7 weeks to get out of where she was.

I thought about inviting her to live with me because I could never live alone the rest of my life because I would have to little money to live on, but I wasn't even collecting my Social Security yet so I couldn't ask her. But I remembered that my daughter had three extra rooms in the apartment she lived in because their was an addition on the apartment and I knew nobody lived in those rooms yet. So, I told the woman this information and that I would go home and get my purse and keys and go over there and check to make sure that the rooms were indeed empty.

So, I headed home to get my purse which was a large green rectangular bag ... more like a project bag than a purse. When I got there, I couldn't find the purse. I thought I had set it on the stairway going upstairs, but when I opened that door, I could hear my sons playing upstairs and blankets, quilts and sheets were billowing in the breeze hanging over the upper railing, but there was nothing on the steps.

There was a hallway to the outside just a few steps over behind another door and I looked there also, but the green purse was not there either.

I went back to where I began in the courtyard to backtrack my steps to find my purse. An old man was there and somehow I get the impression it was "Beau" /"Bo"? from One Life to Live TV show. He showed me that my keys had fallen into a small impression in the dirt on the path. I saw the silver ring and grabbed it. Now I had the keys again, but I still didn't have the green purse.

However, I had to get over to my daughter's apartment and see about the empty rooms for the old woman and her three daughters and their bicycles.

I now walked over to the street which should have been Clark St. but seemed to be Lisbon Ave. and 12th St. There was a huge ballpark there that kids played baseball in with silver fences all around, with numerous gates. It was divided into 4 sections so 8 teams could play at the same time. However, nobody was there at the time ... the ball fields were empty of players.

It was a long way around these fields and it looked like I was indeed at 12th St. several blocks south of the building where my daughter lived and where I used to live. It seemed very far, so I cut through the ballfield on the corner, going through the gate on Lisbon Ave., and coming out of the gate which now seemed to be 3rd street and not 12th St.

I was walking along the street across from the apartment where I used to live. On the second floor, in the exact apartment I used to live in, I could see the louvres on the blinds sucking in and out according to the wind the fan inside was making. I was glad I didn't live there anymore. The building was dark brick and ominous feeling from where I was walking. I couldn't imagine that my daughter was living in that building and couldn't even think which apartment it might be. I was going to have to go over and read the mailbox names to find out which one it was.

I woke up slowly, trying to remember all the details of this dream to connect it with something logical. The old woman and her three daughters ... Sister Lucy and the Three Secrets of Fatima?

What a coincidence ... when I opened my e-mail, there was a letter there about this exact subject. The secret had not been revealed in 1960 when it was supposed to, and it is still being kept secret. It didn't take me long to find it on-line, since it was posted in the e-mail and I also had another site posted on my prophecy page about it.

I decided to post all this information myself for a 'just in case' situation where other sites go down unexpectedly. So, see Secrets of Fatima.


4-5-00 - DREAM - I was in a house somewhere. An old woman brought in a very young infant ... just barely old enough to walk, but not by himself. She had put one of those sucker things in his mouth to keep him quiet, but his nose was full of yellow buggers and he couldn't breathe well. His eyes were half closed and he looked totally miserable.

She handed the baby to me to take care of and the first thing I did was throw away the sucker thing and clean out his nose. I took him upstairs and crawled into bed with him and held him in my right arm.

The old woman came upstairs to look where we were and stood over us. She had yellow stuff coming up her neck and running over just like the yellow buggers the baby had had in his nose. Yucky! I didn't want to know what was wrong with her.

An old man came to see the baby then ... the husband of the old woman. He just wanted to see if we were okay and we were.

I can't remember anything further ... perhaps we were sleeping then.

NOTE: Joe correlates this dream to the Age of Aquarius coming in. I was participating in getting the young baby age to 'breathe' such as when Adam was set to breathing in the book of Genesis in the Bible.

There is a picture of one of Kali's aspects with yellowish red fluid coming out of her neck while she is holding her head in her hands. Here too it speaks of creation/destruction.


5-16-00 - DREAM - I was in an apartment building an went into the apartment where an old woman had passed away suddenly. There was an old man maintenance man in the kitchen. He was inside the upper cabinets cleaning them out to put the stuff into storage for the relatives to pick up. (This is not normal procedure)

From the upper cabinet, he removed hundreds of small pink easter baskets which she had used for children over the years. He stacked them on the counter. Then he found a box of jewels in this same cabinet. I really wanted to see the jewels but he didn't show them to me.

I saw that the old man and an older woman who was with him had helped themselves to a large brown basket for themselves. Each basket had a tall handle on it, which I thought would be great for holding knitting projects or magazines or such. However, there wasn't another one there for me and I was very disappointed.

I then went to another apartment where clothes were hanging on racks. I had determined that I needed a new skirt because I didn't have one. I found a yellow one that was pretty, but when I took it off the hangar, it wasn't a skirt, it was a dress and it was much too small for me.

Another woman there made a rather nasty comment to me that I was humongous. I told her that I wasn't humongous, that if she wanted to see what humongous was, I could introduce her to a couple women who really were LARGE.

I decided then I would go shopping and buy myself a new skirt. The time was then 10 minutes to 9 p.m. and there was very little time left for the stores to be open. As luck would have it, I had no money in my purse and I decided I would borrow a couple bucks from someone.

I went out into the hallway to go visit someone and ask for some money, but it looked rather scary out there. Some young spanish men said they would accompany me to protect me, so they went with me down the hall into the next section of apartments.  

In this section, it turned out that everyone was dressed for bed, already in their nightclothes though they were wandering the halls visiting with each other. I didn't have the nerve to ask any of these people for money, so went back to my own apartment.

I decided I would go to work to keep busy, so went to the laundry room. I opened a washer and used a silver spoon to clean rust and lime off the cover of the washer. I had to be very careful though, because it was a spinner type washer and was in operation when I got there. However, when I lifted the lid, the spinning stopped until I was finished and put the lid back down.


5-17-00 - DREAM - I was trying to gather some information secretly and quietly. I didn't want anyone else to know I was doing this.  It wasn't wrong, I just didnt want anyone else to know it. I went through a series of rooms in my house, just outside of the view of others who were there, but unheard and unseen. I could hear them, and see them, but they didn't know I was there.

I woke up and had a vision of a magazine page with some large writing on it and the background was a series of outlines of black and white baby buggies.  That reminded me of the baby buggies I had seen earlier in the week.

I went back to sleep and continued my search for information. This time, I picked up some books and was going to go to an extension of the house to another bedroom where nobody else went and nobody else knew and do that. I went through a hallway to the right through a doorway and found myself in an outside hallway where there was a curtain over a screen, but no door to block the wind and a cool but heavy breeze was blowing in. I was thinking to myself, "I wonder if this has been open all winter?"  I knew there was someone else living over in the direction, but there was supposed to be a series of unoccupied rooms between us.

I looked to my right and there was another livingroom where the other people lived and a heavy white curtain hung down almost to the floor between the hallway and where they lived.

I made a right turn to go through a smaller doorway and way down several rooms I saw an old woman standing.  She was wearing a red dress so she was easily visible to me, and while I was also dressed in red, she was turned sideways so I backed up quickly so she wouldn't see me.  I didn't know that these rooms were now occupied. They were supposed to be empty.  I tiptoed back towards my own rooms, hoping she wouldn't see me, but I could hear her coming behind me ... thinking she might have seen me.  I was walking through the hallways which was made of shiny red bricks, wearing a red dress, red high heeled shoes. I was tiptoeing, but anybody knows that no matter how quiet you are, patent leather soles on shoes make a kind of squish squish sound on shiny red brick.  I tip toed as fast as I could to make my get-a-way and lucky for me, the old woman met up with another old woman just behind me, but out of sight still and I could her ask the second old woman, "Have you seen Dee?"  

I was just out of sight and slipping into my own doorway so if they had turned their heads, they might have seen the back of my dress just fleetingly, but I was quick and I was certain they hadn't really seen me, and from the way the old ladies were talking, I could just say that it was their imagination if they had seen me out of the corner of their eye.

NOTE: Doesn't that sound familiar?  hahaha


5-24-00 - DREAM - I was sleeping in a large bed on the 1st floor of a house somewhere. There was a TV there and a man came in and turned it on so I could see the news. However, two boys came in dressed in light weight light blue tunics and shorts sets. They were getting ready to go to school. The youngest of the two had his tunic on backwards and I told him I would help him turn it around. The older boy said he would help and between the two of us, we pulled the tunic up while the younger boy pulled his arms out and we turned the tunic around on his neck and had him put his arms back in the correct armholes. The tunic tied with a lightweight cloth belt of the same material.

The boys left for school and by now I was standing up and an old woman with dark pebbly-like bumpy skin told me that she used to be married to the boy's father. She named him but I can't remember what it was. I got the impression that he had passed away... She left the room and I decided I would go upstairs to my real bedroom and finish sleeping.

I went up the stairs kind of strangely. The steps were very shallow and close together and I was making foot motions but I don't think my knees were bending.  It was more like an escalator than actually climbing the stairs.

It was rather dark upstairs and as I reached the top of the stairs, I knew where the light switch was.  I reached around the corner in the hallway and flipped on the light. Across from the stairs were two dark rooms. The one on the left had the door open but was dark inside. I knew that was the Father's room.  (The Master bedroom).  My room was to the right of it but the door was closed. This made me think that someone else was in my room so I didn't go there either.

I went further down the hall and found myself in another apartment. Joe's ex-wife's second husband Tom was there and there apartment looked like a candy store, including candy cases just like in a store.  I got the impression that people could actually come up here and buy candy.  However, on the floor were hundreds of hand-made witches dressed in regular black gowns with pointed hats and carrying little hand-made brooms made of real straw. Joe's ex-wife Debbie had spent many hours making these little toy witches and she planned to distribute these on Halloween Eve morning to all the children in her apartment building along with baskets or bags of candy so the children wouldn't go out on the dangerous streets Trick or Treating.  

NOTE: This seemed like a rather good idea, though these days Trick or Treating isn't like it was when I was a kid when we went out in the dark alone and went house to house. Trick or Treating is now pretty much done with the parents taking the kids in full daylight on a Sunday afternoon or parties are held for them in an effort to stem the practice of going house to house.

Another man came into the room and asked Tom if he had contacted the next apartment building over. They were going to spread this idea around and be like Halloween-type Santa Clauses and give the children candy gifts instead of having Trick or Treating. It sounded like a rather good idea.

NOTE: I can't say at this late age that I approve of kids eating all that candy because it isn't healthy, but seems like a good idea to change the practice of Trick or Treating in the dark to an alternative.


5-25-00 - DREAM - I was in a school of some kind it seemed. There were many friends that I used to feel close to over time there. I went through a process of legal work and got a divorce from someone... (I don't remember if I even knew who it was from) However, from that divorce process, I was given two silver keys which I had to turn in through another process. When I got the keys, I went back to where my friends were and they surrounded me and I was overjoyed.  They all stood around me and hugged me. It was really a happy time for me. They seemed to be full of joy about it too.

I then had to stand in line to turn in these keys and I had to give the officer my marriage or divorce number which was a '6'. I didn't have the original piece of paper so I gave her a '6' made of bread dough which was quite fresh and soft. I had to shape it into a number 6 while I stood there. I hoped that would do.

I recall a scene where I was coming down an elevator. This could have been after the divorce. As I was getting off the elevator, I dropped a lot of junk out of my purse. On the floor were numerous used packets of pink fake sugar like you get in restaurants. There was other paper and pieces of cardboard which I had to pick up again before other people could get on the elevator. It was rather embarrassing to have to have them wait until I got all that garbage picked up.

I was then in a large classroom where an older woman was showing an audience some bread she had made. It was pathetic with a huge hole in the center of the loaf. She was trying to sell this bread recipe and the pans to the audience.

I knew I could do much better, so I bought half of her dough from her. I saw that underneath it had a lot of yellow butter or mustard on it. I thought that was a good addition. So, I mounded up the dough so that I could show the audience how to knead it properly to make a good loaf of bread.

A male friend produce a serrated knife with which to cut the dough in half, but then put two huge slabs of barbecued spareribs on the plate with the dough. I took the spareribs away and put them into the refrigerator. I don't know why he thought it was good or necessary to have the spareribs there, but he was very upset when I removed them and just kept the bread.

I then washed my hands and went back to knead the bread dough for the audience. This was very successful, then I had to let the bread dough sit to rise, so I went to do something else.

I then met some people who were going to go somewhere else to gamble or something and I decided to go along.  The trip was over 400 miles but I acted like it wasn't very far. The car I was riding in seemed dark and the roadway was like brand new and pitch black, but the lights along the road were bright red so the roadway seemed to be reddish black. It was really pretty. I settled down for the ride because it was going to take several hours.