Dream

I was in a church like the one in Slidell and Altamonte Springs.  I dreamed Petra Mullejans came out of the hospital and picked me up and I felt love.

Dream

A musical instrument that looked like something from science, more like an Indonesian hanging "keyboard" instrument, was being shown in a classroom.  I ate some of it.

Then we went to a library and I asked if I could publish my blog online or in a book.  I was like a kid with other kids my age.  I remember looking at some different ages.  People born around 1970 and even earlier didn't have kids.  I got close to a girl my age going in the library and it felt cozy, like it was supposed to replace someone older.

I think twice I didn't get a hug, not sure from what or who.  First, in the classroom, was some monster or creature and it was about the Dutch culture in Indonesia.  It was like it was Andre Rieu maybe sometimes, and I didn't get a hug.  I was sitting in some furry blanket, which was used to cover the instrument at the end, and now it was in pieces.

Another thought was that people felt like inanimate objects and not love, but I still believed.

Dreams

I had this horrid dream.  I let my mom or got my mom to carry me around the mall, and it felt like I dreamed this for 15 minutes.  I was huge and age 38, like I am in real life.  I also had my dad carry me and felt more cozy, this time.  It was like an excuse, as it wasn't fun anymore, for Andre Rieu to carry me, unless Pierre Rieu the issue of me set him off...

My mom said she was doing yoga and kept spinning around dancing beautifully in Asian.  I took a photo of a mirage of a phoenix coming with her also looking and talking.  One seemed clearer later and she didn't see.  In real life, she's passed away and it's harder to really remember her, now.

I think earlier in a different sleep I dreamed about buying pots and pans and looked for what seemed like an hour and couldn't find a set of pots.  I wanted a pink set of fans.  Thinking back, it feels like Andre Rieu helped me or oversaw, with some other people.  I remember going back and saying I want pink.  It was huge, you know like Wal-Mart, which in real life a lot of people just seem excited about or younger kids having their "ducks in a row" now.

Dream

So, it came...  An ugly or whatever Asian boy did something opening the trunk and was coming the back of the car.  My mom was driving.  She kept locking the front door and it didn't work.  The back door locked.  I think I got out and ran and fought him off using our arms.  His teeth seemed like maybe there was saliva on them you couldn't see bubbles or slime or anything from.  Is he Asian American?  Anyway.  It was like a road you might see on TV, disheveled grass, a gray maybe sorta uneven road but mostly flat or curved.  The car was old, like the one from my Gramma I used for piano when I wanted to take ballet in a city where there was none but far away in the city where maybe we should have found transportation?  I don't remember what happened.  There was something like college and food involved and I was tired in a car and gonna use my cell phone to transfer money to eat.  I remember then I guess it was like a banquet with all kinds of people I knew, like my family and saw my dad maybe across the table somewhere, a stereotype of a nurse in the nursing home...  It wasn't a very long table.  It had a white tablecloth.  So, I felt like Andre Rieu was holding me like a toddler to his chest, but it looked like I was sitting next to him.  I just moved in a little closer, like from 2 feet or 1 1/2 feet away to a little less.  He seemed a lot bigger and more taller, sitting down, in a lot of ways.  So, it was that before I was scared I was gonna die from that boy, technically.  Now, it was that I felt scared of the party.  So, I got to be close to him.

Dream

I heard this in my dreams.  It was that it was Italian and not French, in feel.