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11-25-2014, 08:57 AM
(Rather than predicting the future with great success, I - rather - continuously meet up with loved ones and others. These from last night.)
Hypnagogic state: I see a large,shaggy golden retriever run by me, then, squatting down as if to go to the bathroom. I jump up, to stop him, as he is indoors, before releasing this was not an earthly experience.
(Moving Theme Again - which translates into great changes ahead.) I am in an unknown location, a big house circa 50s, with my mother and father (both deceased). There are flagstones on the foundation, and the house is brown. My mother and father quietly go into the house, pack up all their belongings silently, and get into the car to wait for me. But, they never packed my stuff. I ran back into the house, into the bedroom, and see Vietnamese chamber maids trying on all my clothing, which they had claimed for themselves.
Next-Journey: Husband K (crossed-over) is with me, and we are entering Treasure Bay Casino, a place I had never been to before. We were a little confused as to the lay-out. We enter through what appears to be a coffee shop or donut shop for patrons, and pass by Yugoslavs we knew from Biloxi, all older men in their 60s and 70s. I recognize Jack, and smile at him. He is wearing a clear plastic Santa mask, as are others. I wonder to myself if that maybe is not Jack. He smiles back, still drinking his coffee. There is an entryway to the casino, and a young girl is there with a big belly. She explains she is "four months along", and I think to myself that she is much bigger than that, destined for a sure C-section. She is Saxon, about 24, tall and thin, with light brown hair, long and straight, with blue eyes. She hands us a buff-colored questionnaire, asking if we'd be interested in participating. Of course, we were not. Why questionnaires in a casino? (Note: casino is, also, a continuous theme.)
Next-Scene: K (husband) and I are gutting and remodeling a small 1000 sf stone-block house, about a century old. Someone cautions us there is something going on in the back. We walk out there, and there is another block structure, much bigger, like a garage, also made of stone block, there, just feet from the house. Another man had bought it and was renovating it. It was far too close to our house. K decided to walk through it, and look around. As he did, the right side of the structure simply collapsed, and K and I barely got out of it without sustaining injury.
Next, we were transported to a medical clinic. K's mother (deceased 1996) had just visited there, and we were told by the nurses Lee had purchased a grey plastic coffin for herself, much as a FEMA coffin, preparing for her own death. Lee also purchased another item from the clinic, but I cannot remember the item. The nurses were all talking about it in a matter-of-fact way, which was puzzling to us.
Hypnagogic state: I see a large,shaggy golden retriever run by me, then, squatting down as if to go to the bathroom. I jump up, to stop him, as he is indoors, before releasing this was not an earthly experience.
(Moving Theme Again - which translates into great changes ahead.) I am in an unknown location, a big house circa 50s, with my mother and father (both deceased). There are flagstones on the foundation, and the house is brown. My mother and father quietly go into the house, pack up all their belongings silently, and get into the car to wait for me. But, they never packed my stuff. I ran back into the house, into the bedroom, and see Vietnamese chamber maids trying on all my clothing, which they had claimed for themselves.
Next-Journey: Husband K (crossed-over) is with me, and we are entering Treasure Bay Casino, a place I had never been to before. We were a little confused as to the lay-out. We enter through what appears to be a coffee shop or donut shop for patrons, and pass by Yugoslavs we knew from Biloxi, all older men in their 60s and 70s. I recognize Jack, and smile at him. He is wearing a clear plastic Santa mask, as are others. I wonder to myself if that maybe is not Jack. He smiles back, still drinking his coffee. There is an entryway to the casino, and a young girl is there with a big belly. She explains she is "four months along", and I think to myself that she is much bigger than that, destined for a sure C-section. She is Saxon, about 24, tall and thin, with light brown hair, long and straight, with blue eyes. She hands us a buff-colored questionnaire, asking if we'd be interested in participating. Of course, we were not. Why questionnaires in a casino? (Note: casino is, also, a continuous theme.)
Next-Scene: K (husband) and I are gutting and remodeling a small 1000 sf stone-block house, about a century old. Someone cautions us there is something going on in the back. We walk out there, and there is another block structure, much bigger, like a garage, also made of stone block, there, just feet from the house. Another man had bought it and was renovating it. It was far too close to our house. K decided to walk through it, and look around. As he did, the right side of the structure simply collapsed, and K and I barely got out of it without sustaining injury.
Next, we were transported to a medical clinic. K's mother (deceased 1996) had just visited there, and we were told by the nurses Lee had purchased a grey plastic coffin for herself, much as a FEMA coffin, preparing for her own death. Lee also purchased another item from the clinic, but I cannot remember the item. The nurses were all talking about it in a matter-of-fact way, which was puzzling to us.