I am in my backyard and there are neighbors around. I am weeding a corner near the house and notice there are a few evergreen trees that are not green, I ask my husband if they are dead or if they might turn green later---he doesn't know. I am pulling weeds around one dead looking tree---there is a vine with a few green leaves on it---I pull for a long time and it keeps coming, an extremely long vine with a root that seems to go under the house, it finally comes to the end. Hopefully it is not poison ivy. My neighbor, a woman my age, who used to live in the house next door is out in her yard and asking about the property line, There are a row of bushes between our house and hers(in waking life the new neighbors have put up a privacy fence) and someone has told her the property line is in the middle of the bushes. We walk around looking at what has been planted between our houses and I realize that the bushes are actually on my property although I have never helped trim them. I point to the neighbor, a young man, on the other side and the bushes that separate his yard from his back yard neighbor ( an old woman) and say it must have gotten confused with those bushes because they are the ones that are on the actual property line. We figure out where the actual property line is and part of her yard is now my yard. I walk around and admire a large fountain that has plants and some other things that are on my side now and I will have to take care of them.

I dreamt that there had been some sort of crisis and my family, along with hundreds of others, were gathered in a very big building. In the very back of the building was a sort of cafeteria. The room was very long and filled with tables and chairs, but they were all full. I had been lucky enough to grab a chair for each of my children, but the room was so packed that there were many people sitting on the floor and lined up against the wall.

I stood in line to get some food for me and my children. As I got closer to the front of the line, I could see that the things being served were hamburgers, grilled cheese sandwiches, or salad which was basically a big bowl of lettuce with no dressing or other vegetables. I was trying to decide out of these three options, which would be the best for my children. It seemed like we haven't eaten in some time, and I was unsure when we would eat again so I needed whichever offered the most nutrition... the bowl of lettuce was out. There would be less protein in the grilled cheese, but more calcium than in the burger maybe... or so I was thinking in the dream.

As I got closer to the front of the line, people started cutting in front of me. Most of these people were clearly very poor and homeless. Some of them even looked ill or diseased... and I just didn't have the heart to ask them to get back behind me... but then I saw that the food was running out and I still had to feed my children. But the closer I got to the front of the line, more and more people would cut in front of me and push me back... then I started to get angry, because some of these people, as poor as they were, were not supposed to be there, and I'm not exactly sure how or why I thought that. I just felt like they had no right to be in that line and the fact that they WERE there was making it increasingly difficult for me to get food for my children!

As I got pushed farther and farther back, I grew panicked as I watched tray after tray of food disappear just knowing that soon there would be no food left and I would have failed to feed my children. And just as I suspected, when I had FINALLY made my way to the front of the line, there was no food left.

I was so angry and disappointed. It seemed like everyone in the room was now eating except for my kids who sat and watched everyone else eat with sad, wanting eyes. I wasn't sure what I could do now... Just as I was about to leave, some curtains opened behind the cafeteria and there was a sort of stage. On the stage were a group of Asian people with crates of corn. They motioned for me to climb up the stage and be the first to try their corn.

Most of the corn had already been shucked, but was raw and uncooked. It looked just like regular, yellow corn. They insisted that I try it while on stage and I did. It was cold and crunchy, just as you would expect raw corn to be... but it tasted as if someone had smeared it with butter. The kernels actually had butter flavor inside of them! What's more is that the corn actually hade a very high nutritional value. They were somehow grown to produce more nutrients than regular corn.

After I tried it, several people climbed on stage to grab some. Most of these people were being greedy as they had cut in front of me earlier to get food before me. I watched as they scarfed down the corn, ear after ear, and after they had eaten so much of it, they got very sick to the point I was afraid they might die...

I didn't feel sick... but then again, I hadn't eaten very much of the corn, just a few bites. My dilemma now was whether or not I should bring the corn back to my kids... I thought that something would be better than nothing... but after thinking harder on it, I knew that those sick people had eaten the corn on a full stomach. Even if my kids just ate a little bit of corn like I did, they might get sick if that was all they had, so I decided that I would have to somehow find some other food for them.

I had given birth to twin daughters. I had taken them to my mother's house so she could baby sit for me for two days. When I got back to pick them up the house was a flurry of activity. My mother and others avoided talking to me and even making eye contact. After awhile of waiting, I got up and started looking around the house for my baby girls but couldn't find them. Mom told me, after several hours, to go to this place that looked like a cafeteria. I sat down at a table with some other people and in walks this very old man, very frail and unsteady. As he reached my table he lost his balance and fell, hitting his head on the floor. The people I was with and I helped him up and he took a chair at our table. He then thanked me for my "gift", and I later found out that my mother had taken the babies to this lab where their stem cells were being harvested from their blood. The old man and another woman friend of mom's were being given those stem cells to rejuvenate them. I did get my babies back, sans a little of their blood. I woke up with a feeling of utter betrayal and rage that this was done without my knowledge or consent.

I have 5 tiny white mice in a small bowl like container---every once in a while I throw in some dry food. I have been doing this for awhile, I am walking around my childhood home with them and I notice they have gotten bigger and very active although still babies. They get out of the bowl and are running in circles and I am only able to get two back in the bowl, I will have to find the others later. My mother and sister notice this but say nothing. It surprises me that my mother lets this go without comment. I am in the basement looking for a better container and search everywhere without luck---the containers I find are either too short or have openings in them, like a laundry basket. Meanwhile the other mice have gotten out--one of them has found water and the whole time I am searching for a proper container I hear him drinking water. I had never thought to give them water and they must be really thirsty. The mouse stops drinking and I am able to catch him but he bites and claws my hand but not very hard. I decide to toss him into the garage---I open the door which is at the foot of the basement steps and gently toss him into the empty garage and close the door. I know it will be cold tonight and he will freeze but I have to get rid of these mice someway. It seems better than poison. A quick death might be more merciful but I don't think I can do that---I imagine holding each mouse and chopping off their heads. I will have to search for the other mice and will set out food and water and find them when they come to eat. I am walking up the steps as I think these things and slightly amazed at myself for not being afraid to pick up the mice. I am hoping that freezing to death is an easy way to die.

I don't normally remember details about my dreams, but on July10th, I did.

I was outside my Folsom, CA home when a C119 Flying Boxcar made a low pass over me. I am a military history buff and recognized it as a rarity these days. I don't remember seeing one since I was a boy. I also noticed that it looked a little dirty , and that the USAF insignia was faded. It is not unusual to see historical aircraft in the area, and a B17 was making local flights a couple of weeks ago.

It rapidly gained altitude as it past me and appeared to stall as it fell off on one wing. I had a clear look at its profile as it disappeared behind a hill to the northeast. There was an explosion with smoke and fire from behind the hill, and I awoke with a start.

I was alone, driving to Chicago for some event I can no longer remember clearly, but I believe involved dining somewhere. I parked in a townhouse area south of downtown and walked to my event. I'm wearing casual, travel-in-the-wilderness clothes: a faded red canvass shirt over a white t-shirt, walking shoes. There's a downtown emergency of some sort. It feels like riot or other violence. I'm walking quickly, but I'm lost. I can't remember where my car is parked. There are crowds walking around me. I'm in my tough city girl walk. Eye contact confident, body posture strong. I'm walking over a ramp and there's a long white multi-story building in the distance with a clock tower. Then I run into a man. He says I have the power for initiation. In his hand is a "

July 13/14, 2014

I have a picture/vision of a desert camouflaged small (four wheeled) two man goods transport vehicle parked in the desert where it is partially protected by large rocks scattered about. There are two armed men wearing desert camo (cloth caps)standing nearby. They are waiting for a delivery.

The following night I went back into the dream to try and see what was up. There was a third man on the scene guarding a pseudo entry and watching for the arrival of the second party. They did arrive and a transfer was made of 7 1/2 gunny sack sized sacks of a powdery material. 5 were sacks inside actual gunny sacks and two sacks were of an orange poly material. They were heavy enough to take two men to move them from truck to truck. The second party turned around and left and the first party tarped the truck bed and left in the opposite direction (the direction their vehicle was pointing).

07/16/14 This dream was about people every where, fighting their own battles. Through protests, civil war etc. I and a few others were growing more concerned anout this battle and the very few how were fighting back. I felt like I needed to join the resistance even if there were only a few of us, plus my gut feeling was very un-easy.

Right then a lady approached me with an idea....she told me that she is in with the resistance, and has a plan that could save us all! She then told me her plan..."If the enimy breaks though the barrier, we then re-treat to the mountiounous boarders, hide and take them out there, Never letting them through. This is where we hold them back!"

Then I woke up

I am in a large room collecting and finding cheaper generic medication to substitute for more expensive ones. There are a few others advising me. They "

7/15/2014
This dream starts I am walking earth, above it almost like in orbit. Someone besides me shows me Humanity and what it becomes with out love and compassion for all things. Everything is dead looking and burning and ashes, Next we move into a light the earth becomes beautiful shinning this is Humanity with love and compassion for all things. I am told we are at the brink and these are the only 2 outlooks for the future of mankind. I turn to ask a question as to how long do we have and I wake up. With the words in my head not long!!