The world is in disarray.  I am walking on a large hillside towards a major road route, which leads into the city.  I see a professional or semi-professional baseball game being played in the middle of the road.  In the next scene, I'm in the team's uniform (red, white and blue) like the Montreal Expo's uniforms, standing on the third baseline, observing the game.  Next scene I'm in the game.  Their shortstop is a woman, who I get a sense is the best player on the team and the only one not in a uniform (dressed in a blue dress).  She throws the ball down the 3rd baseline towards home.  The 3rd baseman is directly in front of me, in line of the throw. He stepped back from the throw and allowed it to pass past him. Similarly, I allowed it to pass past me, immediately noticing the discuss in the shortstops eyes. I said, was that throw for me, she said YEEAAHH!!!  I turn to see the catcher was out of position and miss it at home plate.

The ball rolled down the hill, I knew I could have reached it but refused to move fast enough. The baseball picked up speed rolling down the humongous hill along the curb. I could see the ball getting wet from the over grown vegetation hanging over the curb.  No one takes care of their properties or trims the vegetation. I knew the ball had travelled at least 1/2 mile to 1 mile, and by the time I would catch-up with it; it would probably travel another 1/2 mile.  But, I felt a overwhelming sense that I let the team down and needed to prove that I would go to any length to make it right. Also, baseballs are a luxury, expense and are hard to find in this day and age.  As I travel down road, I see my boss.  He says, "let it go!"   I say, "I can't."  I ask him to get the car but, I know the car is to far away.  He has bad knees, and I'm moving to fast and he can't to be of any help.  A lady appears with and says, "I have keys." I a helping voice.  I turn to see she has gold keys on a golden key ring.  I say, "I see no car," and continue on my way.  I see the ball rolling along the curb in the distance, getting wetter as it rolls under the overgrown vegetation.  As I get closer to the city, I see a young homeless child picking up items from the side of the road, I wonder if he's found my baseball. I decided he has and follow him.  He leads to a large group of homeless kids. I ask them if they have found my baseball. They bring out a host of waterlogged baseballs that have obviously sat under the overgrown vegetation. I said, "no its a new baseball, not waterlogged."  They just stared at me, and just then I remember I had $11 in pant pocket. I told the oldest kid there, "I'll give your $10, in normal times you could have bought 10 brand new baseball for that."  He looked at the youngest member of the group and he pulled out the my baseball. We exchange $10 for the ball.  The dream ended.

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Waning: horse around calling thank naked sat beach attempt village guide mirror view taking fully baby restaurant scary waiting tower bunch smell terrible bus men literal exist believe demons fri dream

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Are we looking at a frozen financial market, or something happening in the frozen foods market? Either way, it’s happening “Late” so I’m expecting the last quarter of 2016 (Oct, Nov, or Dec timeframe).

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03/29/2016 AM
no intent
mood: curious

I am standing if front of a mannequin that is wearing an outfit that consisted of a skirt, sweater and Keds tennis shoes. It is one of my favorite outfits that I wore in my younger days. I am wondering why this is on display. I suddenly realize I am dreaming and now I wonder what this means. Why would I dream about old clothes? Why would they be displayed in this manner?



The sweater was baby blue, the skirt was a darker shade of baby blue and the Keds were white.
Ya'll help me figure this one out if you would please.

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Dreamed about a man I was friends with years ago and have not spoken with in about 4 years. About year 2006 I started having precognitive dreams about him. He was someone from my past that I knew in the 1990's. We have not stayed in touch except for when I had the last precognitive dream about him and I had to call him to tell him about it. To make a long story short, he called me a witch and of course I tried telling him this is a God given ability, but he wouldn't listen. And when the dream came true, it spooked him even more.

So I kept him on my prayer list for a long time and considered him a "prayer mission". A while back I felt like it was ok to take him off my prayer list so I did. And for personal reasons, I did not want to think about him every day.

Well, last night I dreamed about him and he was talking about something that upset him. When I woke up this morning I was irritated that this mission has not ended. Then on the way to work I hear there is an oil spill in a waterway that he lives near. Now I know why he was so upset.

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On a road trip in January, stopped at Cahokia Mounds in Southern Illinois. Never been before, but that place was magical. I could've just fallen to my knees and stayed, no wonder the people who called it their home chose it.

Ran across some photos I took and wanted to share...

   

   

AFTER SUBMITTING A "BORGATA" DREAM THIS A.M. I WENT BACK TO BED AND JUST WOKE UP AT 1130.

I HAD ANOTHER DREAM DURING THIS TIME WHERE I ONLY RECALLED A SMALL, BUT SEEMINGLY IMPORTANT, PART OF THE DREAM.

I SAW A LOT OF CHILDREN (ONLY CHILDREN) DRESSED IN WHITE, PANTS AND A DOCTOR-TYPE LOOSE SHIRT. ALL CHILDREN SEEMED TO BE BALD AND ALL MALE, TRAPPED IN A FIRE, FRANTICALLY RUNNING AROUND AND TRYING TO ESCAPE. BY THEIR LOOKS, THEY APPEARED TO BE OF ASIAN DESCENT. THERE WAS NO ESCAPE. THAT IS ALL I REMEMBER - A HORRID SIGHT.
I PRAY THAT THIS DOES NOT HAPPEN.

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THIS A.M I DREAMED THAT I WAS IN A HOTEL, IT SAID IT WAS THE BORGATA IN A.C. BUT, THE BORGATA ALTHOUGH VERY NICE, WAS NOT AS NICE AS THIS HOTEL. THIS HOTEL WAS A 5 STAR, AND ELEGANT IN EVERY WAY. I WAS IN A WINE CELLAR IN THE HOTEL WHICH WAS ALSO A BAR AND A RESTAURANT. THERE WAS A VERY ATTRACTIVE GENTLEMEN, MIDDLE-AGED, DRESSED IMPECCABLY STANDING ABOUT AND HIS EYES CONSTANTLY SCANNED THE CELLAR AS THOUGH HE WAS SECRET SERVICE OR LIKE ORGANIZATION. ENTER A GORGEOUS WOMAN. THE GENTLMEN'S EYES FOLLOWED HER EVERYWHERE SHE WENT, WHICH I THOUGHT WAS NOT UNUSUAL BECAUSE OF HER BEAUTY. AS I MADE A PHONE CALL, THIS MAN WAS LISTENING TO MY CONVERSATON. I SPOKE OF A HOTEL AT THE AIRPORT CALLED THE BORGATA AND THE PERSON ON THE OTHER END OF THE PHONE SAID IT WAS NOT A NICE HOTEL. I COULD SEE THE HOTEL IT WAS NOT TALL LIKE THE ONE IN A.C. AND HAD BRIGHT, LARGE RED LETTERING ON THE OUTISIDE OF THE HOTEL. THE PERSON ON THE PHONE KEPT PRONOUNCING THE HOTEL AS BO GA TA; I KEPT THINKING THE INDIVIDUAL WAS TRYING TO SAY BOR GA TA. ALTHOUGH MY DREAMED ENDED HERE, I FELT AS THOUGH THE HOTEL AT THE AIRPORT HAD MAJOR FUTURE SIGNIFIGANCE, BUT NOT OF A GOOD NATURE.

THIS DREAM WAS NOT PRECEDED BY ANY INTENT.

Well, here I was HOME in Texas at last, in fact in my sixth day. Went to get a hair TRIM. I wear my hair layered and above my shoulders, well-above in fact. Typical retired-soccer-mom look, I think.

There she was, this bouncy, great-spirited hair-stylist and so I sat down. She had a very broken accent, being am immigrant from Costa Rica. I had seen the lady she cut and colored before me. That gal's hair looked awesome.
I touched the back sides of my head, saying I wanted her to "cut a little" here and here. She said "a little here! and a little here! as she touched it. I of course thought everything was fine.

She cut in that area first and I couldn't see how short, then she went to town on the rest of my head and it was too late....I soon found myself saying "you better leave me my bangs and part!" it was that bad...both of my sisters were in the room and just stiffening up, as no one could do a thing to save my hair, LOL....one or two very short cuts and it had to be finished.
THEN....the unthinkable happened! Not exaggerating.......she had put something in my hair. I thought it was a dry-hair conditioner. but nope......

she started spiking my hair on top of my head and I was in shock....I said in as friendly of a stern voice as I could....cuz this gal was sweet-spirited....."Oh no! I don't wear my hair sticking out even on Halloween!!" and she quickly brushed it back down. There *I* am in shock, thinking I was being punked for some silly TV hidden cam show! Nope....I had just had the majority of my hair cut....felt like my head had been raped actually and yet the gal was innocent, mostly.

I was secretly mad, in shock and couldn't believe it, and yet figured yeah, if anything this nuts happened to anyone I know...it'd be ME. The gal said "no money" "you aren't happy" but I paid anyway and got out of there so I could cry a few PO'ed tears, I mean this was drastic and nuts! Did I ride in there on a Harley, wearing a leather jacket?? LOLLL nope....

It hit me that it was a language barrier thing and only now can I laugh a bit at it and thank God that the day I got it cut, Farmer's almanac said it was a good day to cut things for them to grow fast.
I had said "cut a little" here and there, and she cut it so that I HAD a "little" here and there!!

Now I tell ya, it was humbling after it was shocking and irritating to the max. Maybe...just maybe it happened to me instead of to someone else, sparing them, teaching the stylist to ask more questions AS she starts to cut and to humble me for some reason I didn't know I needed humbling. Oh, and to teach the beauty shop owner to not hire folks with a severe language barrier??

Seriously, I'm likely to RUN from a stylist with a strong accent if I have one offer to style my hair ever again. If that makes someone think me a racist, LOL I won't care. (seriously, I"ll handle such a situation kindly, if it occurs but I will NOT offer myself to be victimized like this again. Oh, and I'm taking biotin every 12hours, eating healthy oils and such, to encourage hair growth, LOL! fart)