There is a really tall building and I am on the top floor of it. It is a airport building. Well, I am sitting in the waiting room, but I cannot stay awake- so, I fall asleep in a cream leather chair.
I have a strange sensation of being startled, so I make my way to the nearest line, as I struggle to get my eyes open. Because of all the commotion- it feels like I am going to miss my flight, so I rush into the airplane.
Then, I realize after I look around and see how small it is, that it can't possibly be going to where I am headed because the ticket says Miami, Florida- which also sends strange emotions through me because I lived there before and did not have a great experience. So, I fill up with dread.
I can't speak as I try to call people on my phone and talk and I start to have a panic attack. Then, finally someone asks me what is wrong and i show them the ticket. They show more people and reassure me it will be ok. In fact, they set up a place for me to stay overnight.
A man with dark hair starts talking to me in outer space. He is just floating in the sky by the moon.He tells me a story that he helped to build the Titanic ship, which sunk in 1912. He claimed to be on the Titanic when it went down.
Then, he went on to explain that in the far future, he was reincarnated in order to build a spaceship, which looks like a bus of some kind. But, he said that on the second time- his bus that would travel around the moon wrecked and he was killed with the ship again.
He showed me on the outer space ship the different rooms and art that was aboard. There was a nice balcony, overlooking a waiting area with furniture all made of blue leather. The front of the waiting room had a giant tree carved out of some type of blue stone as well, which protruded from the wall with gemstones inlaid on various parts of the trunk.
As I go to the waiting area, I notice a silver coin near the floor and a security guard winks at me and continues to survey the area. I follow the man that first guided me to the navigation deck and it is a huge window where you can see the moon and a huge painting of him as a captain on the titanic is in the room.
Then, the ship crashes as he stands under the painting. Then, we are back in outer space again floating and he asked if i could help him change the future. I said that I can try.
The dream is very dark and there is really no lights, but I can see what's in my way anyway, because all around me is glowing. I must be in an abandoned house, or maybe one that I am paranormal investigating, because I am looking for supernatural stuff.
From under one of the beds, there is a small black short haired kitten without a collar and it looks at me in the eyes in love but fear as well. Then, it darts all around the room and comes back to me, like maybe it wants my help.
Whatever the case, it causes me to giggle and laugh at how cute it is. I end up scooping it up off the ground, kissing it's forehead and taking it home. I remember in the name I was calling him Jack.
In the dream, I am shopping in a store and I go up to a magazine rack because I see myself on the cover, but it looks very strange. It is Rolling Stone Magazine but, it looks terrible.
On the photo of me, there is no filter at all and the lens is wrong, so it looks like I have 1,000 zits or something and my hair is awful. The hair is all plain black and very straight, so that it's also frizzy and dry. Then, I am wearing loose ponytail pigtails with leather wrapped ribbons, which I refuse to wear animal products like that in real life.
It makes me feel a whole bunch of different emotions and I can't even remember doing the photo shoot, but somehow it is there- like I did it. Then, people in the supermarket start to stare at me, but they won't say what's on their minds, even though I can read their thoughts and I get frustrated again.
A bunch of dogs are in my kitchen and Paul is there too. He hands me a cake and tells me to eat it. It is full of colorful frosting on a silver cake sheet. The cake is shaped like a 3d dog that is putting his head to the ground on his paws. He is a blonde dog.
I take the cake to the table and I eat the entire thing to myself. As I am devouring it, I start getting really sick and sweating and my teeth hurt, but I just keep going. I keep going until I am finished and then fall asleep, but then wake up in reality and I was covered in sweat.
I go back in time to the home I lived in when I was a teenager. When I lived in Deer Lodge, Montana. My stepmom and my father are in my bedroom and they are yelling at me about something and she is waving her hands frantically.
When she leaves the room, my dad just keeps yelling at me and I can't seem to speak even though I want too. My stepmom comes back and she has bought a brown grizzly bear and it is standing up like a human and she has it by a metal gold leash and collar. I feel like they got the bear to intimidate me because it is growling, mean and very scary.
Once again, I am so afraid that I cannot speak or defend myself, even though I am really trying to and it is very disappointing and frustrating. Then, my spirit guides were putting in images of doing tarot and spiritual things in my head the same way, like if they were my dream parents.
In the backyard of a wooden house, there is soft mud under my feet that I can feel through my sneakers as I walk towards a giant tree- which is in the center. A friendly man with dark hair walking besides me explains kindly that it's a pineapple tree.
A large group gathers around us and excitedly start talking amongst themselves about how they are planning to burn the tree. There is children there and they are getting excited.
We stand there as the men throw gasoline on the tree trunk and strike it with a torch. The flame burns very quickly and suddenly disappears in space with the tree. There isn't even burn marks leftover.
In my dream,Â I am the same way I am in bed, but it is lucid, like I am awake hovering over my body. To my right side is a bright orange tiger. He has a very noble presence and it is comforting and protective.
He is not completely solid matter, but he appears in a haze of grey smoke. His coat is soft and shiny, like orange velvet. As he looks in my eyes, I can see that where there should be his eyeballs, there are blue sapphires instead.
The stones protrude out of the eye as if they can leave his body and float around the room as he wishes. He seems proud, like he just showed me a new trick or something. Then, vanishes away with a mischievousÂ energy.
A woman, who is about three hundred pounds and has short black hair, wearing dark blue sweatpants and a light blue shirt- makes strange shouting noises from a barn. I run over and it turns out that she is actually a ghost.
I ask her why she is making so much noise, and she tells me she is haunting the place because she can't get out of the room. She points upstairs, where there is an attic. She explains with her hands that is where she is sleeping.
She tells me all these things I have to do for her, so she can finally leave. The things are such small tasks like giving messages to people and mailing items from the barn to a family member, such as- an oil lamp, grains for horses and riding boots.
I do all the tasks and she is very grateful for my services, so i am happy too because I can feel her sense of purpose fulfilled. Than, she opens the door out and walks away in the sunlight.
In the same house and room from the previous two dreams, I am sitting in my bedroom in the dark. Now, it's completely night and there is only light from the moon and stars- cast through the eastern window.
I keep hearing ghosts whispering about mountain lions from the hills and valleys and trying to make some sense of what is being spoken. It is hard to hear, but I immediately get the chills when I realize that my room is filled up with mountain lions and they are walking around so silently, that they cannot be heard.
I see flashes of their earth colored fur and tails and eyes as they walk past the dresser and moonlight. The ghosts are whispering to me that they can't hurt me, but I can feel my heart beating so fast. Everyone else is in the house sleeping, so I can't make a sound to wake or startle them, to ruse them from their slumber.
The weather is still murky and dark. My sister and Ryan are there with me again, but instead of being back in the house- we are at the grocery store. Abby walks off in an unknown direction and Ryan and I begin to shop for groceries.
We buy so much stuff and he fills up the cart to the top with all different kinds of food. I was assuming that it was for me, until we went into the parking lot. He carries it over to a random pickup truck and I see a ghost of an auburn haired woman sitting there.He puts all the groceries from the paper bags in the truck and I immediately am overcome with despair.
He claims that she has all these kids that have to be fed, but I know that the money was meant for me. He tries to tell me a pity story, but then I exclaim, well shes on welfare or something and now I have nothing to eat.
We ride back to the house, where my father and step mother are resting in bed. It is still very low lighting. I try to tell them that he spent the $300 that was meant for me on someone else and I have nothing to eat, but my throat chakra is blocked, so that I cannot speak.
I manage to scribble something about it on the paper and my father doesn't care. He's like saying well he's a christian and I am not one- even though I exclaim I have no food. Then, Abby shows up and says, well you were given $300 like years ago, weren't you and no one cares or will help me get the demon off.
In my parents house, there sits a bedroom upstairs where I sleep. It is the room to the farthest right and a large glass rectangular window faces towards the eastern sun. There are no curtains on the window.
By the glass is the most beautiful dresser in the world. Every part of it is made of a crystal like mirror material. It is completely covered in these butterflies of the same material, which are made to mimic a real butterfly, so that they sit apart from the dresser, looking like they are real crystal butterflies which have landed on the dresser. Every part is covered, so that there are hundreds of them.
The dresser sits up against the wall to the north corner by the glass window. The room is dimly lit, so that the whole dresser catches any light and just shimmers continuously, as if they are in eternal motion.
I become very possessive of the dresser, so much so that anyone who tries to touch it or even spend too much time to look at it- I drive away. My sister tries to touch it with her boyfriend and I shoo them out of the room.
The dresser by where I sleep suddenly becomes four times as large as it is in the waking world. It is white, but the colors in this reality are brighter, fresher and more vibrant. I see myself opening the drawers and searching through to see what items are inside.
Each drawer that I go through becomes bigger each time I search inside. They physics do not match up to the reality of the situation. In one, I can even see into a different time and place, above a family in their front yard, raking leaves in the fall.
In the middle drawer, I can see clients to my paranormal business and they are in their homes. The ghosts are there with them and everyone is whispering. I pull out a very jumbo bouquet of black roses, sitting in a large plain crystal vase.
The flowers are so pretty and the closer I look, I can't tell if they are real, but they also seem to be woven together with silk. It feels like a present from the ghosts I helped and I hear them saying, "thank you."
All around me are leaves falling on the ground in tones of red, yellow and green. They are shaped like oak and are rather large. Acorns fall onto the ground as well, making a popping noise as they dislodge from the wood that birthed them.
The path that I am running on is a grey highway. It winds and moves in very peculiar ways. There is no cars or vehicles driving. It seems to be a desolate road.
I am running at a steady pace and I feel as though I am right in the middle of a race. I can sense someone coming up from behind, maybe a half mile away- trying to pass me. I wonder if I should pick up my pace, but then I decide to remain unchanged, so I can finish the race.
I win first place by a long shot. There are not crowds around cheering, but it seems I am part of a running team, where we practice our strides and footwork. The overall sense is one of peace and happiness.
A recurring dream that I have is being at a school. Either it is one from my past- like grade school or a college or trade school. I can remember them very well, because I moved around so much that it was an intense experience to go to each new school.
The same theme that happens in each one is that I continue on my studies. I go for longer periods of time, change majors, calculate time and then do very well. I am not sure if this means that I should literally continue on my education or just wishful dreaming?
Although, the sense I have in each one is being overwhelmed and not speaking up or saying anything. I notice that I try to solve all the problems by my self, because I like to be alone.
Found myself in a school that had very long hallways and they were all painted asphalt. The temperature was very cool, as if we were underground. The paints were all in different tones of the color blue.
I saw my full blood sister, Abby and my half blood sister, Mikayla standing together. They were whispering to each other about me and casting the evil eye towards me. Every time that I tried to go up to them and be friendly and say hello, they would slowly walk farther away.
The more I looked at my younger sisters, the more they would change. Mikayla became extremely tall, so much so that she reached the ceiling. Abby's face kept distorting so that eventually she had one blue eye in the middle of her forehead.
While I was sleeping I was in a lucid dream that aliens were trying to contact me and abduct me. They landed in a grassy field in the middle of a night and I could see all of my friends running towards the eerie white light, which was radiating from the craft.
They all had smiles on their faces and were running towards it in join. For some reason, I was not under the spell and I was horrified, so I escaped as fast as I could go. I could still hear their voices in my mind though, the farther I got- trying to entice me back.
A place with rolling green hills spans across the daylight. I find myself sitting in the grass with a few other people, who I do not know in my waking life. I tell them that I can sense there is crystals buried there and begin to intuitively put my hand over the ground and easily grab them out.
The crystals are huge. Most of them are pointed like towers, but a few are small clusters. They are so big, some are too heavy to carry. The people nearby me are looking with amazement and what I am producing.
They go digging in the dirt, and they can't find anything. A few start watching me with astonishment as I continue to gracefully uncover more gigantic amethyst crystals underneath a porch by a house.
Soon, the sky darkens and we move to a river. The water rolls by softly and gently, making a beautiful serene sound. The moonlight shines on the water and all the amethyst as well.
A mountain spans over the skyline and it is covered in snow. In the valley bellow is a green meadow, with long grass and wildflowers. There is a tree that is cut into a table there in the middle, where I walk.
A girl with strawberry blonde hair is there at the wooden alter, and she is blowing up balloons with a helium machine. The balloons are of all different sizes and for many occasions. Crystal colors, glitter and metallics spanning over the natural sunset.
I go up to the girl and she hands me the balloons, with the bottoms tied into ribbon bracelets. I slip them over my arms and have so many, that I begin to fly away slowly and surely until the wind picks up and I am carried into another galaxy.
A driver is driving me in a shiny black SUV with dark tinted windows and we park on a corner street in a city. There are historic shops on the street, like downtown Sacramento.
I open the door and stop in delight because there is a random short red young silky chicken with white, black and blonde fur. It's fur is very shiny and healthy and it seems in good spirits. It is drinking water from a puddle off the sidewalk corner.
I'm in a garden with stone water fountains and green grass. The grass feels very soft underneath my feet and I can feel the ground as if I am standing their barefoot.
The sun is shining very brightly and it hits off of the white stone decorative borders, that surround the courtyard. There are very dark green and waxy ivy plants in large clay vases, which are shaped like cream trophies, placed like chess pieces on a silver checkered tile floor.
I see beautiful peacock birds walking around the gardens. They are very shiny and colorful. They stretch out their feathers and where the spots are is diamonds and jewels. It fills me with a sense of peace and happiness.
A treehouse cabin looms over a river bed, where there is a gigantic garden of pumpkins. They are all perfectly shaped, with no imperfections to be seen. The tops sprout up in curly green vines and the smell in the air is a fresh grass scent.
The color is vibrant, so that they are glowing and fireflies are dancing about them, laying on waterlilies in the water. I walk down from the treehouse to inspect them further.
As soon as I pick them up, they melt in my hands into a perfect smoothie, but without the glass. Like a mushy, squishy firm and soft feeling in my hands. I lick up the pumpkin porridge and it tastes delicious like cinnamon, nutmeg, vanilla and sugared pumpkin as sweet as a cookie.
There are people singing songs in really low alto voices, which can barely be heard. All that you can hear is low tones being made and not the words. So, I start humming and then singing in the tones, but up an octave each time, until it is in a very high and beautiful tones.
This demon wanders into my room while I am sleeping. It is wearing a black robe, which covers his skin and eyes as well. He speaks to me telepathically with a very deep voice.
He floats into my closet. At first, he is skinny and frail. Once he gets inside of the closet, he makes really loud banging metal sounds. I look in the room and he is making it into a multi-dimensional space.
It becomes very large and expanded and everything is mirrored and reflected memories, energy and matter. He shows me memories of trauma I had with my family and then after each time, he becomes fatter and wider and his voice is louder until he says that he ate my whole families souls and how easy it was to trick them into hating me.
I asked him why did he do that several times and he said it was by order of God of the most high and then started saying bible verses in a mocking voice, specifically the entries in Job where God sends the devil out as a test.
In a hotel by an ocean, there is a large gathering of people. The sun is setting, so the sky is orange and red. The sound of the waves crashing can be heard.
I am in a hotel room that is done up in red carpeting and rich cherry woods, although it is a small space, it is decorated exquisitely with white ruffled pillow cases, detailed antique lamps and original landscape paintings.
Because the room overlooked the water, there were many people dressed very fancy and of high stature. Even President Trump was staying there.
I talked to all the people in the rooms surrounding mine. Everyone was out and connecting and spreading love towards each other.
I went into one couples room, the lady had supernatural eyes that had three irises that would all shift as the moon was, so that one would glow yellow and mimic the moonlight and they was constantly changing. I told her about my family and all the tragedy.
I had a dog with me, that I used to walk for my friend. Her name is Karma and she is a German Shepard and she was there with me and I was introducing her to them. I took her down all the floors until we got outside to the ocean.
My head was spinning around as I was searching for Paul and I even found him nearby the president and he couldn't see or hear me and the president couldn't hear anyone. It was like he was a hologram and all the people ignored him.