Dreams lead

I dreamt that I was with my ex-husband in a car and then he started to have a heart attack. We were in front of the road leading to our local church. Also, another dream is I saw someone trying to attack my son with a knife so I was screaming for help when I woke up from the dream.

The dream started at my house. My brother and I were home alone. Then these black vans surrounded our house. I remember being told to "watch out for black vans." I try to get my brother up, saying we have to hide, but he didn't believe me. As one of them walked up to the house, I slammed the door shut and locked it. Sometimes we leave our front door open for fresh air. After I did that, they left us alone for a while, but they were still watching us, watching our every move. I tried to call my mom, or 911, but I guess the men did something to our service too. So we hid and waited. Then I got the bright idea (why, dream me, why) of trying to run to the neighbors house and ask for help. My brother and I took the back door out, but the men were still encircled around the house. They got a hold of me, my brother escaped. They took me to this abandoned, overpopulated house that was in terrible shape. It was in the middle of downtown San Diego, I'm surprised no one saw it. By overpopulated I mean it was filled with other kids I knew, who were also all abducted. We were allowed to roam freely around the house, we just had two unofficial rules to live by. 1: Don't try to escape. 2: DON'T anger The King. We also had these weird tracker collars. They would send signals to The King, and he'd send his little men in black vans to go and kill us, and the black van men were everywhere in the outside world. Who is The King? He's the head honcho, the big kahuna of that house. No one knows who he is, or his motives. In fact, no one knew why we were taken here. Nothing bad was happening (yet), but we knew something sinister was brewing underneath. We were scared shitless. One day, The King revealed himself. He was a short, squatty man, but had the face of a sour lemon. He had a sword tucked in its sheath in his belt loop. He didn't announce him as The King, we just all kind of figured, since he looked way way older than the rest of us. He would just walk around the house, as if he was on patrol. If he didn't like the way you look, he'd kill you. If you attempted to kill him (many did), he'd make sure you die the most brutal death. He was terrifying. I avoided him at all costs. What I saw from him was unfathomable. A transgender boy was having a mental breakdown and wasn't in the right mind. He confronted The King, pleading on his knees that he'd let him go. The King looked down at the boy. "You want to be a boy right?" The kid looked up, a little taken back by this comment. "What does that have to do with anything!?" The kid responded with, getting more frustrated and angry. "I'll help you pass better as a boy." The King grabbed him by his fluffy, pretty-long-for-a-boy hair, and scalped him with his sword. Like, he cut off his hair, and scalp, so all you could see was his brain. He fell over dead. The King did all of this with such a deadpan face. He turned to the boy's body, spat on it, and muttered, "Tranny pig." Everyone watching, and there was a lot of them, turned away once The King turned to walk away. This man was a monster. I saw a lot of kids I knew there, who were from school, dance, the neighborhood, etc. I saw a girl I knew from school and cheer leading on the verge of death, anothr cheerleading classmate, who was also her best friend, cradling her, crying. The King shot the dying one in the thigh, because she tried to escape, leaving her to die slowly. It was pretty merciful, compared to the other methods of punishment. This broke my heart. The two most popular and joyous girls I knew were at utmost despair. Throughout the dream, I could only think about my parents and my brother. Flash forward to another day, I'm walking around the house, like usual, with the rest of the "herd" of abducted children, and I meet up with that one girl who was cradling and crying over her dying best friend. We talked a little, she's very damaged because of what happened to her best friend. She tells me we need to escape. That her friend's death cannot be in vain. I'm very reluctant, but I'm pretty fast on my feet. I agree. We climb over the wall, and run a couple meters from the house. I look back, and I understand why no one sees the kids, or anything that's occurring in that house. There's some sort of protection field that makes it still look like its abandoned from the outside. The sirens go off. Green lazor lights are everywhere. Those represent the locations of the Black Van Men. We make it as far as the freeway. We try to remove the collars but we can't. Then I wake up.

Shannon has come to visit me from America, we are in Salisbury we go to Bedwin Street and there are houses there with steps leading up to the doors. A boy holds a door open for us a man tries to talk to Shannon about football but i manage to help him get away from him. We go up the steps and into the room. it s very beautiful with painted flowers over a fan vaulted ceiling like bath abbey. It reminds me of a gift shop. Suddenly Shannon is behind me, he breathes on my neck – it reminds me of when i was taking photos in Seattle of the space needle in the Chuhuli exhibition at night in the garden with glass sculpture i am so happy we are back together and it feels like love.

I dreamt about me and my internet girlfriend being alone at her house and ordering food, then me leading her upstairs to have sex.

In the midst of my sleep did I dream in my dream when my spiritual father (Overall Pastor) had woken up at sunrise to make some juice drink for his child from outside the main house. In the process of this careful preparation, the juice concentrate spilt off to the ground in the presence of this watchful toddler. The child responded with loud cries and in his response to sooth these tears stood firm and made biblical utterances with a sorrowful, humble and broken heart unto what had transpired with a melody of closely knit Psalms out of his mouth which were not only sweet to wipe clean the tears of the toddle but were also enlightening to filling up with smiles the old lady that was sitting afar off watching steadily. When the pastor did realize such great silence, he all of a sudden stopped speaking and no sooner had he stopped than loud cries from another child were heard, sobbing too loud to reach the attention of his own father. Since the father (Pastor) was overseeing this other toddler, he sent me to find out and see what was the other son was crying for. When the child saw me coming, the loud cries subsided and got hold of my hand to lead me to the place that had caused him great trouble. He intimated unto me that the builders were resisting him to make his contribution to the work of his father yet he had provided materials (there was a particular extension that was being made to a particular building which was at most like a church building). When I did come closer to see what work he had done, he had orderly placed sticks/wood horizontally in the excavated foundation to act as iron bars and this is when I woke up from my sleep.