Then I was riding a bicycle back from town here in Xcalak, on the beach road. But something rather catastrophic had happened to the area if not the entire world. The entire road was under water. The beach road was completely flooded. As I was returning to the hotel on this bike, this big alligator/crocodile was coming in the opposite direction, passing me on my left. I could only see his snout and nostrils as he swam past me. And I was so thankful I was on the bike and not walking through the water.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
29 March 2010 - Fish Dream
I am sitting by this lake or could have been river, don't know. It was a body of water. There were big roundish boulders in the lake. And I was watching these fish. In my dream, I called them Carp but they didn't look like Carp at all. They were big like Carp, but they had the most beautiful top, bottom and side fins, like feathers or fans. Beautiful to watch. There were a whole bunch of them.
Then I was riding a bicycle back from town here in Xcalak, on the beach road. But something rather catastrophic had happened to the area if not the entire world. The entire road was under water. The beach road was completely flooded. As I was returning to the hotel on this bike, this big alligator/crocodile was coming in the opposite direction, passing me on my left. I could only see his snout and nostrils as he swam past me. And I was so thankful I was on the bike and not walking through the water.
Then I was riding a bicycle back from town here in Xcalak, on the beach road. But something rather catastrophic had happened to the area if not the entire world. The entire road was under water. The beach road was completely flooded. As I was returning to the hotel on this bike, this big alligator/crocodile was coming in the opposite direction, passing me on my left. I could only see his snout and nostrils as he swam past me. And I was so thankful I was on the bike and not walking through the water.
28 March - Meditation on Susan Powell
I know that LE needs Susan’s body, so this was the main focus or intention for this meditation. This information, while not what I was really looking for came when I was in deep. But I don’t know that it will be very useful.
1. I see a big, burly man. His teeth are yellowed and bad. Some are either missing or his teeth are spaced wide apart. He has his head thrown back and he is putting food in his mouth. He seems to be gloating about something. He’s big, big fingers. Really grubby, unshaven. I think I caught sight of something around his head, like a bandana. He reminded me of a biker more than anything.
2. I see this young, dark-haired woman. Her hair is straight. 30’s maybe. She is holding a child and her face rests against the child’s head. Child has dark hair. She is comforting the child. I think it’s a little boy. I didn’t sense that the woman is the boy’ mother.
3. After I come out slightly from this last image, I say, Susan where are you. Where are you? Where’s your body? The next thing I get is a woman’s voice. She hums three notes, there’s a slight pause in between the first hum and the second hum, then the third him comes quickly. So it would be:Hm……..Hm..Hm Montana. When I came out to remember this, I was a little reoccupied. I thought, this isn’t my clue. This is M's (name withheld) clue and it’s a song, too. But I just let those thoughts go and dropped back in.
4. I get Pony Express Highway and I see some sort of rest stop or pullover along side the road. It looks fairly remote. There's some sort of building or something there. And a sign or a post with a sign on it. I can't quite make out what I'm seeing.
5. Then it sounds like a full band, and a song. I can hear this male voice singing this line. It’s one of a of couple things. “I won’t hate you anymore, or You won’t hate me anymore,” or something like that. But it was a song with full accompaniment behind it.
6. This little child steps out and faces me, but the child is completely black, like in silhouette. I can’t see any details or features whatsoever but she was back lit. There was a lot of light behind her. It reminded me of the lights of a semi-truck for some reason although I never saw a truck. The child is a little girl. Her hair flips up a little on the sides and she is wearing dress. I can see these outlines clearly. It seems like she is standing in the middle of a road or highway. It was a little surreal, like she might be deceased already.
I know where was a lot more. And at one point it seemed like I was retrieving other information from a dream or another vision, but it never materialized. At one point I came out and it felt like I had been in for a long time. And I couldn’t pull anything back with me. This was all about an hour which surprised me. Just a moment ago, while writing this, I remembered something else. Sorry, it's gone. What's most obvious to me is that what I got are the same or similar to what others have gotten. I don't know if this is good news or bad news.
Okay I just remembered what seemed to be the last thing I got.
I saw Maria. She is my night chef. It went through my head that she was leaving work at 8pm, early. Then I remembered that it wasn't Maria, it was Eduardo or someone else that wanted to do this. Then I remembered that it was Eduardo who left early last night. But there was still confusion in my mind about who was who and what time of day it was and if this was going to happen or if it had already happened. I really wrestled with this in my own mind. I seemed utterly confused and out of kilter. When I came out of this, I realized that this was part of my vision and not a real-life circumstance. **Note: This just made me feel so confused about time, what time of day it was, what really happened to whom, and who said what. Reminds me of someone who is trying so hard to get a handle on what's really happening. This continues to be how Susan presents herself to me.
1. I see a big, burly man. His teeth are yellowed and bad. Some are either missing or his teeth are spaced wide apart. He has his head thrown back and he is putting food in his mouth. He seems to be gloating about something. He’s big, big fingers. Really grubby, unshaven. I think I caught sight of something around his head, like a bandana. He reminded me of a biker more than anything.
2. I see this young, dark-haired woman. Her hair is straight. 30’s maybe. She is holding a child and her face rests against the child’s head. Child has dark hair. She is comforting the child. I think it’s a little boy. I didn’t sense that the woman is the boy’ mother.
3. After I come out slightly from this last image, I say, Susan where are you. Where are you? Where’s your body? The next thing I get is a woman’s voice. She hums three notes, there’s a slight pause in between the first hum and the second hum, then the third him comes quickly. So it would be:Hm……..Hm..Hm Montana. When I came out to remember this, I was a little reoccupied. I thought, this isn’t my clue. This is M's (name withheld) clue and it’s a song, too. But I just let those thoughts go and dropped back in.
4. I get Pony Express Highway and I see some sort of rest stop or pullover along side the road. It looks fairly remote. There's some sort of building or something there. And a sign or a post with a sign on it. I can't quite make out what I'm seeing.
5. Then it sounds like a full band, and a song. I can hear this male voice singing this line. It’s one of a of couple things. “I won’t hate you anymore, or You won’t hate me anymore,” or something like that. But it was a song with full accompaniment behind it.
6. This little child steps out and faces me, but the child is completely black, like in silhouette. I can’t see any details or features whatsoever but she was back lit. There was a lot of light behind her. It reminded me of the lights of a semi-truck for some reason although I never saw a truck. The child is a little girl. Her hair flips up a little on the sides and she is wearing dress. I can see these outlines clearly. It seems like she is standing in the middle of a road or highway. It was a little surreal, like she might be deceased already.
I know where was a lot more. And at one point it seemed like I was retrieving other information from a dream or another vision, but it never materialized. At one point I came out and it felt like I had been in for a long time. And I couldn’t pull anything back with me. This was all about an hour which surprised me. Just a moment ago, while writing this, I remembered something else. Sorry, it's gone. What's most obvious to me is that what I got are the same or similar to what others have gotten. I don't know if this is good news or bad news.
Okay I just remembered what seemed to be the last thing I got.
I saw Maria. She is my night chef. It went through my head that she was leaving work at 8pm, early. Then I remembered that it wasn't Maria, it was Eduardo or someone else that wanted to do this. Then I remembered that it was Eduardo who left early last night. But there was still confusion in my mind about who was who and what time of day it was and if this was going to happen or if it had already happened. I really wrestled with this in my own mind. I seemed utterly confused and out of kilter. When I came out of this, I realized that this was part of my vision and not a real-life circumstance. **Note: This just made me feel so confused about time, what time of day it was, what really happened to whom, and who said what. Reminds me of someone who is trying so hard to get a handle on what's really happening. This continues to be how Susan presents herself to me.
Saturday, March 27, 2010
27 March 2010 - Man on a Map Bicycling
27 March 2010 - Man on a Map, Bicycling
This was one of those dreams that just kept playing out all night long. I do not know what it relates to.
I see this man on a bicycle. And I see that this man is bicycling on top of a map. The map has, what looks to be, an outlined trail that this man is following on his bicycle. He rides the trail all night long in my dream.
I also get the letters SO and then another letter, "a" but like the kind of small "a" you learned to write in the first grade.
**Note: I don't have the font available here to use as an example.
But in my dream, there's something not quite right with the "a." Perhaps it has a tail and it's really a "g" or a "q." Or perhaps it's a "d."
All night long I try to make the "a" right. I never do.
This was one of those dreams that just kept playing out all night long. I do not know what it relates to.
I see this man on a bicycle. And I see that this man is bicycling on top of a map. The map has, what looks to be, an outlined trail that this man is following on his bicycle. He rides the trail all night long in my dream.
I also get the letters SO and then another letter, "a" but like the kind of small "a" you learned to write in the first grade.
**Note: I don't have the font available here to use as an example.
But in my dream, there's something not quite right with the "a." Perhaps it has a tail and it's really a "g" or a "q." Or perhaps it's a "d."
All night long I try to make the "a" right. I never do.
25 March 2010 - 8-Naker Vision
25 March 2010 - Vision
I saw a type-written paragraph and I thought it was something that had been written on a computer. I wasn't sure if I had written it or someone else had written it. I only read the first word. My dogs started barking and I got jolted out of that place. But the word was simply this: 8-naker. That's all I could read.
A good friend and woman I work with on missing persons related cases, noticed that the word Naker, unscrambled, spells Kearn. Another woman working on the Susan Powell case has gotten a strong clue of a Public Storage Unit called Kearns Public Storage. So I am wondering now if this 8-naker that I saw has something to do with the Public Storage Unit behind the Kearns Shopping Center in Kearns, Utah.
I saw a type-written paragraph and I thought it was something that had been written on a computer. I wasn't sure if I had written it or someone else had written it. I only read the first word. My dogs started barking and I got jolted out of that place. But the word was simply this: 8-naker. That's all I could read.
A good friend and woman I work with on missing persons related cases, noticed that the word Naker, unscrambled, spells Kearn. Another woman working on the Susan Powell case has gotten a strong clue of a Public Storage Unit called Kearns Public Storage. So I am wondering now if this 8-naker that I saw has something to do with the Public Storage Unit behind the Kearns Shopping Center in Kearns, Utah.
26 March 2010 - Kim's Birthmark Dream
26 March 2010 - Kim' Birthmark Dream
I was talking to Susan before I went to sleep and praying too. Just asking for any information that is to everyone's highest good. I had this short scene play out before me. There was a tall, thin, dark-skinned man. I had the idea that he was going to rape Susan because of what he did and said. She was there, She was alive but not actively moving. She may have been bound in some way. Not sure of this part. But he said to her, "Take a look at this." And he started pulling the front part of his jeans down. I think this is why I thought he was going to rape her. But when he pulled the front of his jeans down, he had this really large birthmark looking thing on his lower abdomen, between his belly button and his private parts. But it looked bloody to me, like it was an open wound but had scabbed over. It was strange looking. I really couldn't tell if it was a big scab or a birthmark. I did make note that I thought he was young because his skin was firm and young looking. That's the sense I got. After I saw that he was just showing her this, I realized that my thought about raping her diminished.
**Note: This might have something to do with the missing young man named Steven Thell Koecher. After I posted this dream on another missing person forum, a friend of mine sent me the information she had on Steven and thought this dream may have had to do with him. Here's Steven's information.
Steven Thell Koecher
MISSING SINCE: 12/12/2009
DOB: 11-1-1979
AGE: 30
HEIGHT: 5'10"
WEIGHT: 180
HAIR: Blonde
EYES: Blue
RACE: White
I was talking to Susan before I went to sleep and praying too. Just asking for any information that is to everyone's highest good. I had this short scene play out before me. There was a tall, thin, dark-skinned man. I had the idea that he was going to rape Susan because of what he did and said. She was there, She was alive but not actively moving. She may have been bound in some way. Not sure of this part. But he said to her, "Take a look at this." And he started pulling the front part of his jeans down. I think this is why I thought he was going to rape her. But when he pulled the front of his jeans down, he had this really large birthmark looking thing on his lower abdomen, between his belly button and his private parts. But it looked bloody to me, like it was an open wound but had scabbed over. It was strange looking. I really couldn't tell if it was a big scab or a birthmark. I did make note that I thought he was young because his skin was firm and young looking. That's the sense I got. After I saw that he was just showing her this, I realized that my thought about raping her diminished.
**Note: This might have something to do with the missing young man named Steven Thell Koecher. After I posted this dream on another missing person forum, a friend of mine sent me the information she had on Steven and thought this dream may have had to do with him. Here's Steven's information.
Steven Thell Koecher
MISSING SINCE: 12/12/2009
DOB: 11-1-1979
AGE: 30
HEIGHT: 5'10"
WEIGHT: 180
HAIR: Blonde
EYES: Blue
RACE: White
Monday, March 22, 2010
22 March 2010 - Kim's Epcot Dream
22 March 2010 Epcot Dream
I am not sure what this dream/vision/experience is about, if it's about me or about Susan Powell. Susan Powell is the young mother of two that was last seen on 7 December 2009 from West Valley City, Utah. I have had a number of dreams this month that seem to be about this beautiful missing young mother.
Dream or whatever it was:
I am laying in this really large area in what seems to be this huge movie theatre. Oh God it feels so good to lay here like this. and this blanket feels so good. I never want to move from here. I am so incredibly tired and my head is throbbing. I still feel sick. I am at the Epcot. I am at Epcot. Oh it feels so good here I never want to get up. Epcot Epcot. I've never been to Epcot. What is Epcot? I wonder what everyone thinks of me laying all covered up down in the front, here on the floor. I am so warm finally. It feels so good.
My head is laying on top of my leather purse....that nice soft light tan leather purse.
I begin going other places in my mind. Remembering. The movie is playing, it's so loud. Am I at Epcot or is this IMAX? I don't know. There's a huge movie screen right in front of me. I drift in and out of my memories and the movie plays on and on and on. I have so many memories. I can see them all now. Even the audience likes it. I hear them. I wonder if they see me lying down here and what they think. Maybe it's just a bunch of college kids and they wouldn't care anyway. The movie plays on and on. Whats that song that's playing, the one the girl on American Idol sang when they voted her off? My story? It's my story? The tune just plays over and over again. I wish I knew the words. I like this song. Over and over and over again. I begin to hum with the music.
I should go. I should go. Oh I see him he's screaming (her oldest, little dark-haired boy) he keeps screaming. I need to go. Oh no, I need to go. My children.
I get up and run out the side doors of the theatre. Oh my God. I am outside now. It looks like an entire city out here. And I am so high up. Epcot is so big. So many theatres. So big. Everything turns white suddenly. It's like a white out on a mountaintop when you're snow skiing. Then everything comes into focus again. I don't know what that was. And I am in a different place in Epcot now. I don't know how that happened. I need to go back where I was, get under the blanket, and sleep. That was so nice. I am still so tired. But where's the theatre I was in? I forgot my purse. Why did I leave everything behind. I need to go back and get my things. I want to see my kids.
At this point in all this, I go back inside the side door of a theatre as people are coming out. The movie has ended.
I am so glad I got back in time, to the right place. My stuff is probably still lying on the floor in the front. I am here in time, I think. My stuff is probably still here. I am going up the stairs against the flow of those who are exiting. i am sure I will see my stuff lying on the floor where I left them. Why didn't I just take everything with me? That's unlike me. I should have taken everything with me the first time. What was I thinking?
When I get inside, the floor is empty as if I was never there. No, it's the wrong theatre. I just have to find the right theatre. I just have to find where I was and everything will be okay.
I leave this theatre, only I head for one of the tiers that leads up to what I think is the hallway, the inside hallway where all the doors are to all the movie theatres. For some reason I shield my eyes because there's a light that's blinding me, but then the theatre is darkened, I notice, and I don't really know why I am shielding my eyes. I try to find my way up the stairs to the other door, the lobby door. They are all Asian in this theatre, and it's packed. Must be a good movie. I get out the door. Omg. Epcot is so big. I don't know where i am. Where am I? Where is everyone? I just want to go back to sleep on the floor. That felt so good, so warm. I am so tired. So tired. My head hurts so much. I just want to sleep. God help me, I feel so sick.
I wonder if I am really still on the floor and I never left? Why would I think such a thing? I wonder if I'm still here somewhere. I think I am. I just have to find myself again. I just have to keep looking for myself.
**Note: At some point I was the observer when she/I was leaving the
Asian filled theatre. And it wasn't me. It was a much younger woman. She had on a pair of jeans and a knit, light gray turtleneck sweater. She had brown hair. My hair is silver and I am much, much older. And she was a little beefier than I am, well her thighs were anyway. Then I was her again and not the observer.
End.
This experience happened today while I napped. This was one of those dreams or visions that I could not get free from. It's like it had a hold on me. It was very strange. I felt like I was Susan or at least someone other than myself. And it seemed as though I was dead perhaps or dying. I didn't necessarily think this while I was experiencing this, though. Rather, it was after I finally woke up that I thought this might explain why all this happened. And I was having this life review or remembering my life in some way. And that haunting song continued to play throughout. My Story, I think it was called. The Idol loser, that real cute girl with the reddish hair who lost. She sang it. That song was playing throughout all this.
I am not sure what this dream/vision/experience is about, if it's about me or about Susan Powell. Susan Powell is the young mother of two that was last seen on 7 December 2009 from West Valley City, Utah. I have had a number of dreams this month that seem to be about this beautiful missing young mother.
Dream or whatever it was:
I am laying in this really large area in what seems to be this huge movie theatre. Oh God it feels so good to lay here like this. and this blanket feels so good. I never want to move from here. I am so incredibly tired and my head is throbbing. I still feel sick. I am at the Epcot. I am at Epcot. Oh it feels so good here I never want to get up. Epcot Epcot. I've never been to Epcot. What is Epcot? I wonder what everyone thinks of me laying all covered up down in the front, here on the floor. I am so warm finally. It feels so good.
My head is laying on top of my leather purse....that nice soft light tan leather purse.
I begin going other places in my mind. Remembering. The movie is playing, it's so loud. Am I at Epcot or is this IMAX? I don't know. There's a huge movie screen right in front of me. I drift in and out of my memories and the movie plays on and on and on. I have so many memories. I can see them all now. Even the audience likes it. I hear them. I wonder if they see me lying down here and what they think. Maybe it's just a bunch of college kids and they wouldn't care anyway. The movie plays on and on. Whats that song that's playing, the one the girl on American Idol sang when they voted her off? My story? It's my story? The tune just plays over and over again. I wish I knew the words. I like this song. Over and over and over again. I begin to hum with the music.
I should go. I should go. Oh I see him he's screaming (her oldest, little dark-haired boy) he keeps screaming. I need to go. Oh no, I need to go. My children.
I get up and run out the side doors of the theatre. Oh my God. I am outside now. It looks like an entire city out here. And I am so high up. Epcot is so big. So many theatres. So big. Everything turns white suddenly. It's like a white out on a mountaintop when you're snow skiing. Then everything comes into focus again. I don't know what that was. And I am in a different place in Epcot now. I don't know how that happened. I need to go back where I was, get under the blanket, and sleep. That was so nice. I am still so tired. But where's the theatre I was in? I forgot my purse. Why did I leave everything behind. I need to go back and get my things. I want to see my kids.
At this point in all this, I go back inside the side door of a theatre as people are coming out. The movie has ended.
I am so glad I got back in time, to the right place. My stuff is probably still lying on the floor in the front. I am here in time, I think. My stuff is probably still here. I am going up the stairs against the flow of those who are exiting. i am sure I will see my stuff lying on the floor where I left them. Why didn't I just take everything with me? That's unlike me. I should have taken everything with me the first time. What was I thinking?
When I get inside, the floor is empty as if I was never there. No, it's the wrong theatre. I just have to find the right theatre. I just have to find where I was and everything will be okay.
I leave this theatre, only I head for one of the tiers that leads up to what I think is the hallway, the inside hallway where all the doors are to all the movie theatres. For some reason I shield my eyes because there's a light that's blinding me, but then the theatre is darkened, I notice, and I don't really know why I am shielding my eyes. I try to find my way up the stairs to the other door, the lobby door. They are all Asian in this theatre, and it's packed. Must be a good movie. I get out the door. Omg. Epcot is so big. I don't know where i am. Where am I? Where is everyone? I just want to go back to sleep on the floor. That felt so good, so warm. I am so tired. So tired. My head hurts so much. I just want to sleep. God help me, I feel so sick.
I wonder if I am really still on the floor and I never left? Why would I think such a thing? I wonder if I'm still here somewhere. I think I am. I just have to find myself again. I just have to keep looking for myself.
**Note: At some point I was the observer when she/I was leaving the
Asian filled theatre. And it wasn't me. It was a much younger woman. She had on a pair of jeans and a knit, light gray turtleneck sweater. She had brown hair. My hair is silver and I am much, much older. And she was a little beefier than I am, well her thighs were anyway. Then I was her again and not the observer.
End.
This experience happened today while I napped. This was one of those dreams or visions that I could not get free from. It's like it had a hold on me. It was very strange. I felt like I was Susan or at least someone other than myself. And it seemed as though I was dead perhaps or dying. I didn't necessarily think this while I was experiencing this, though. Rather, it was after I finally woke up that I thought this might explain why all this happened. And I was having this life review or remembering my life in some way. And that haunting song continued to play throughout. My Story, I think it was called. The Idol loser, that real cute girl with the reddish hair who lost. She sang it. That song was playing throughout all this.
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Kim's March Dreams - Many about Missing Children and Similar Subjects
I have been dreaming about Missing Children/People the entire month of March. Some of my dreams are metaphors for the missing, it seems. It's been an active dream/vision month.
8 March 2010 - Dingy motel room/drugs/sex
I am viewing this scene like I am out of body. I am in a dingy motel room. That's what it reminds me of, anyway. There is a young, dark-haired girl I would estimate to be 16 years old and two dark-haired, darker skinned boys, older than the girl. They are all high on drugs and the boys are/have been having sex with the girl. The girl is really messed up. She knows she's missing, but she can barely remember that she is because she's so high all the time. Every now and then, she remembers something about her other life, but it just seems like such a distant memory that she even questions that it was real. And she almost doesn't even care anymore. There are orange curtains at the only window in the room to the right of the door and they are drawn closed. It almost seems as though it is nearing sunrise outside. I can see the faintest of light through the curtains. But it could be moonlight, too or perhaps a light outside somewhere.
9 March 2010 - River/kayak/red fish/under my own power
I am at our house in Ohio. I go out into the back yard and our pond looks totally different. Instead of a little pond, it's like a river going through the backyard. And it continues for as far as I can see. The barn in our backyard is not there, only the river. This confuses me and I wonder how this can be? The water is so clear. There's a kayak at the shoreline and I get into the kayak and I begin to drift away from the shoreline. There"s something beyond the first part of the river that I notice. It scares me a little, like there's a waterfall or a cave. I am not sure what it is but it makes me anxious and afraid. I don't see any fish at all. Then the kayak turns into a boat. And now it seems to be much later in the day because it's nearing twilight. Suddenly, I see a fish in the water. It's reddish in color. Then I see another fish, the same kind. And I see a third. They are pretty big. I am enjoying seeing and watching these fish until I realize that I am drifting into that "unknown" area and I realize I don't have any oars or paddles. I feel a little panicked because I don't want to get closer to that part of the river that I am afraid of, that part that I can't quite see. Then to my delight, I realize that I am moving toward the shore again, because I can do this, make myself move from one place to the other, under my own power. And I arrive at the shoreline safe and I feel a great deal of relief.
This feels like another missing child to me. Don't know who. Reminded me a little about Lindsey, just because I thought that fish that was red may be a salmon. I also notice that in this dream and the one from 8 March, I mention Twilight. I also want to mention that in one of the first visions I ever had about Amber, I was moving under my own power, only flying. I think this might mean something special for me but I am not sure what. Perhaps it means a new case, a new missing child, or perhaps it means that the child has gone willingly, under her/his own power? Not sure yet. Still learning about my process.
9 March 2010 - Kim's Miscellaneous Notes on a Movie, Lovely Bones
My husband and I went to see the movie, Lovely Bones. It was a really weird experience for me. It's about a little girl who was murdered. There were so many things in the movie that seemed so familiar from some of the things I have seen in my dreams and visions, past and present. Her last name was Salmon. I thought of the red fish in my dream. There's a boy El Moro which I think was a street around where Athena _______, registered SO lives in Temecula, Ca. Hot air balloons with baskets (what I saw with Amber), a Combination safe where the little girl's body was stuffed. I got that combination back with Lindsey. All kinds of stuff with that movie that was just too weird. I should probably go see it again. It kind of freaked me out a little. Go see it if you can. Parts of it felt like certain things had actually happened to ME, things that seemed way too familiar. That's the part that was weird to me.
11 March 2010 - The Between Times - The Between Places
The other night when I got a dream along with the other dreams I had, I couldn't remember one of them. Well, it was given to me last night AGAIN. And it came to me almost like poetry this morning. Here's what I got.
Rigo moves in the between times, in the between places. As he moves, he finds a clue in Twilight.
Okay that's it. Now, Rigo (short for Rodrigo) is actually the name of our night watchman. He comes to work around 10PM and leaves at sunrise, around 6am or sometimes 5:30am, after he turns the generator on for the morning/breakfast crew. I am also familiar with the between times, between places, these are the times or places where life and death are closest and the veil is thin. Between times are at sunrise and sunset. Examples of between places are where water (lake, river, sea, creek) meets the shoreline, where the sky meets the horizon, where the mountains meet the land, stuff like that. You know, isn't it amazing how many children are found or found buried at the water's edge? Just thought of that. Anyway, this is my dream.
I also notice that this is the 3rd time that Twilight has come up for me.
10 March 2010 - Killer Whales/Orcas/Written Testimony
I was dreaming all night long about missing kids.
The first thing was that I was giving a written testimony to give someone to help to someone convict someone. I think it was the latter (I don't know why I wrote this....doesn't make sense, I think it was the latter?????). In my testimony, we found that whoever was taking these children had changed up their system or their routine or the way that they abduct the children. And we (Kim Mom Dom) had discovered this. And the FBI or LE arrested someone based on this theory. I think we also knew how he had changed up his routine and he was caught. He started changing his routine with Lindsey, by the way. He departed from what he had always done with Lindsey. That's what I was writing in this written testimony.
Another huge chunk of this series of dreams, I have forgotten. Note: I was actually given the dream I forgot the next night. The Rigo/Twilight Dream.
Then I hear something, not sure if it was part of my vision or outside the hotel we are staying in somewhere. But it sounded like a whale blowing air up through his spout. Then instantly I saw four whales in the ocean, all side by side in a row. They were the black and white Shamu-type looking whales. I got Killer Whales.....but I don't know their real name. When I woke up, I remember that the name is ORCA, ORCA whales.
Then I got Oregon. I knew the same person who's taken so many in Washington State is also taking children in Oregon. I think the exact wording I got was "Spilling over into Oregon."
12 March 2010 Vision: Child on Bicycle/Under Tree Arch/Ronfond Cameras
First I heard an audio and I heard what sounded like some black people talking to each other. Probably about three voices, one woman and two men. They were all in a dither about something. "Whacha gonna do now? Just chatter, real kind of "jive" talk.
Then later, my perspective is that I am standing on this walkway or sidewalk that has a low concrete wall on either side of the walkway. It may have been a bike path, actually. I think it was paved. I see these two trunks of what look like trees on ether side of the bike trail, outside the concrete wall (about 18" high) and they are directly opposing each other. They are more like shrubs and they grow up and over the path or bike trail. Really beautiful how they grow right up and over the path. I see a child on a bicycle peddling toward me. I think it's a girl but I'm not sure. And when the child gets sort of close, all of a sudden, it's like I am looking at the child through the lens of a camera and the my perspective zooms out suddenly, and the child looks far away. This happens very fast. First the child is close and then far away. I see the child pass under the arch that the two shrubs make. And then I hear Ronfon cameras or it could have been Ronfond cameras. Then Dave made a racket coming into the apartment and I got jolted out of that place.
13 March 2010 Dream - Keys and Alarm Thingy
I see a man standing but bent over and leaning against something. I can't make out what it is. And I only see him from the waist down. I see a set of keys clipped on to the right side of his pants, maybe attached to his belt loop. There's something else besides the keys. There's some sort of alarm thingy and it's going off. It's not loud. It makes sort of a dull jingling noise and this alerts him that something has happened, something unknown to me. Just then, my dogs start barking at something outside and they jolt me out of this.
Notes: At the beginning of this new series of dreams on 8 March, I sensed that these dreams I was having had to do with a new missing child. But I didn't know who. So, on around March 9th, I just asked, "Who is contacting me now?" I got the name Sophie. And since I was getting so much that seemed to be related to Lindsey Baum and Washington State, I googled all the missing children in Washington State. I found a Sophia (Sophie) Filipcic. Dom, Mish and I did a little research and Mish found a MySpace page on her and she seems to be living in Seattle, partying and posting regularly to her page. One of her friends is named KILLA WHALE, by the way. But she was so easy to locate and we can't figure out why her profiles online have not been updated. She's from Snohomish, Washington State. But, I also found this very weird reference to this huge cedar tree that was so big that an arch was made right though the middle of the tree and the tree was smack-dab in the middle of a bike path. But this was back in the early 1900's. And it was in Snohomish, too. So this seems weird to me that I had that vision of the child on a bike peddling under the same type of structure. The tree is long gone. So don't know why I picked up on this, but I want to see if there's still a bike path in this area anyway. If you want to see this strange phenomenon of a tree, here's the link. http://www.historylink.org/index.cfm?DisplayPage=output.cfm&fil...
There's also another Sofia that's been missing for about 7 years now. Sofia Lucerno Juarez, missing from Kennewick, Washington. She would be 12 years old now. Strange circumstances surrounding her disappearance, in my opinion. Something doesn't seem right to me about the stories told. So we are looking at the possibility that this might be the Sophie I got. Not at all sure.
18 March - Kim's Dream - Little Dead Birds/Playground
God, I had this weird dream early this morning. I think the bird theme is actually a missing children theme, for me anyway. Here's the dream.
Dave and I are in our garden area behind our kitchen/restaurant area here at our hotel in Mexcio. All of a sudden, I see this small bird flying toward me and I turn away a little because it's flying straight for my head. The bird flies into the back of my head and seems to burrow it's head into my hair and I can feel it's little beak trying to nestle it's way into my hair. Dave is behind me and I say, "OMG honey, is this a bird in my hair?" He says, "Yeah!" We are both really surprised. Then this really big flock of little birds (yellow and gray) fly into my back. There are so many little birds, that the weight of them push me over a little bit and I am standing there, bent at the waist, not moving. I am absolutely stunned beyond measure to have all these little birds on my back. Dave is equally as stunned.
I say to Dave, "OMG, honey. What's going on here?" He tells me that all the little birds are dead, all of them. But they are still clinging to my shirt so even though they're dead, they are not falling off. I walk over to this little concrete wall that is bordering a children's playground. I get down on all fours and with my hands, I scoop out a big, long hole in the sand. Then I tilt my body sideways and Dave helps me get all the little birds into the hole. I look at them to make sure that they are all dead. There are so many. And their little eyes are still open. I feel sad. But they are all dead. I begin to cover them with the sand, but there are so many, I can't seem to get them all covered up. I see a mound of sand nearby and begin putting more and more sand on them until they are all covered up.
I feel very sad and just don't understand why all these little birds died.
Well another strange thing just happened for real about 30 minutes ago. There was a small hawk perched right over our driveway into our parking lot. We have this PVC arched over the driveway and there's a big bougainvillea vine growing over it and there was this hawk. I have never, ever seen one on the property or even this far on the coast. We see them inland, but never here. Anyway, we just watched him for awhile. Then he flew south down the beach road. Then yesterday, there was a baby woodpecker laying dead on top of one of our solar lights in the parking lot, too. Dave put him in the jungle. He looked like he was old enough to fly. He was pretty big actually, but had little tail feathers. That's how I knew he was a baby. Weird bird stuff. The hawk may have been a baby too. He was small.
I HAVE A GREAT AND AWESOME FOLLOWUP TO THIS DREAM ABOUT ALL THE DEAD BIRDS.
19 March - Kim's Experience in Real Life - YAY!
Eduardo (our manager) just came into the office holding a little wild yellow and gray bird. He had flown up against the windows in the restaurant really hard. He didn't look good, his eyes were all weird, half shut, and never attempted to move. Honest to God, this was exactly like the little yellow and gray birds in my dream. Anyway, Eduardo handed him to me. I put him to my chest and held him and just two-pointed him for all of 30 seconds or so. I looked down and his eyes were wide open and he was clinging for dear life to my shirt. Then he wrapped his little feet around my fingers. I took him outside and just held him in the palm of my hand and instead of flying away, he just stayed in my palm and kept looking over at me. Then he flew to a tree, then flew to another. He's fine. YAY!!!!
20 March 2010 - Kim's Dreams - Underground Dorm Room/cafeteria/shopping cart/fat lady
I am standing outside or in a car, not sure. I am looking at this lone building, about three stories high. The first floor may be a parking garage. It looks like it was an attempt at a modern design, maybe left over from the 60's or 70's. There might be a parking lot adjacent, I am not sure. It's just all so barren looking. The building appears to be made of metal. It stands alone in a landscape that is pretty void. There may be mountains in the background. I get the feeling that it's some sort of industrial area or even military area that's being used or recycled for dorms now or housing of some kind. Anyway, I have a niece or great niece who is going to college and I have located this as her apartment or dorm complex where she is living.
I almost go on to the building but then I think it would be a good idea to go get some food or some groceries, some goodies for her as a surprise. So I go to this place that looks a little like a cafeteria but it seems there's groceries sold here too. When I walk inside, I go to this desk area and begin to ask some questions or ask for assistance. Nobody seems to want to help me or is able or wants to answer my questions. Finally, this tallish woman comes out from the back. She has longish dark brown hair and wears a burgundy knit dress, rather form fitting. She is slim. I can see at a glance that she's stressed out and she's quite curt. I direct my questions to her as she seems to be a supervisor. She says to me, "I can't help you right now. You are on your own. We have a group of 100 people coming in here today and we're just too busy here to help you." I was really only asking some basic questions to which she could have answered in the time it took her to tell me she couldn't help me. I got a shopping cart and went around the corner to the left to see what I could find. It seems as though someone was with me, actually. I want to say a gay, male friend but I don't know who.
I see some toys, some large plastic yard toys for children. I see this huge plastic slide that snaps together in these squarish pieces. Each segment is a different color. I buy some things for the "girls" back at the dorm. They seem to be food items but there is quite a lot and I use a shopping cart to get these things to my car.
I arrive at the metal building and my gay male friend is still with me. He's helping me deal with all that I've purchased. I go inside the building. But my friend is no longer with me now. I locate the room that the "girls" are in. My arms are full of shopping bags, paper bags, now that I recall. I maneuver one hand enough to open the door and when I do I cannot believe my eyes. At the threshold of the door, once opened, the room is actually about 10 feet below the level that I am standing on at the doorway. I almost topple right down into the room because I have already poised myself to take a step forward. Fortunately I catch myself before falling down into the room. The room is only big enough for three mattresses which are side-by-side down below. The walls appear to be cinder block and painted white with oil based paint. The walls are really shiney. And there seems to be some curtains and perhaps a window above the mattresses. There's a small space to walk at the end of the mattresses, but that's about it. Then my niece (I think) is standing and looking up at me. She is happy to see me and invites me inside. I see the same plastic, segmented slide that I saw back at the store attached to the threshold of the door continuing down into the room. They have rigged it so that it is more like a ladder instead of a slide, like I saw in the store. I only recall the feelings I have about this place. Something isn't right. This feels like a trap to me, a prison to me. Although my niece seems happy and adjusted in this place, something feels very wrong to ME.
**NOTE: I am going to interject this next part because I don't know exactly when it fits into this rather epic dream. At some point, I see this absolutely enormous woman sitting on a wooden bench in what looks to be a mall or big lobby. It may be the lobby of this metal dorm building. I am not sure. When I first look at her, I feel rather disgusted because I don't think I've ever seen anyone this big before. But there seems to be something familiar about her to me, like I know her or used to know her when I was a little girl. And I get a creepy feeling about her like she's a child molester or a kidnapper or something. I cannot put my finger on it. Something makes me go over to where she is sitting. It's almost as if I cannot keep myself from going over to her. As I move closer, I begin to get younger and younger and younger, until when I finally sit down beside her, I am quite small, quite young, a child. I sit there close to her and she doesn't respond in the slightest. I begin to get really, really, really said. I feel so absolutely alone in the world, and she seems to be my only connection. I move closer to her, and still she doesn't respond. I feel so very sad and alone. She is facing away from me a little. I put my arms around her enormous body and my little arms only reach around her a little bit because I am so small. I can feel the huge folds of fat all along her side, though her dress. And in some weird way, this comforts me a little, even though she doesn't move an inch or respond in any way. I lay my head against her back and side and I just stay there. I cannot express how sad I feel.
8 March 2010 - Dingy motel room/drugs/sex
I am viewing this scene like I am out of body. I am in a dingy motel room. That's what it reminds me of, anyway. There is a young, dark-haired girl I would estimate to be 16 years old and two dark-haired, darker skinned boys, older than the girl. They are all high on drugs and the boys are/have been having sex with the girl. The girl is really messed up. She knows she's missing, but she can barely remember that she is because she's so high all the time. Every now and then, she remembers something about her other life, but it just seems like such a distant memory that she even questions that it was real. And she almost doesn't even care anymore. There are orange curtains at the only window in the room to the right of the door and they are drawn closed. It almost seems as though it is nearing sunrise outside. I can see the faintest of light through the curtains. But it could be moonlight, too or perhaps a light outside somewhere.
9 March 2010 - River/kayak/red fish/under my own power
I am at our house in Ohio. I go out into the back yard and our pond looks totally different. Instead of a little pond, it's like a river going through the backyard. And it continues for as far as I can see. The barn in our backyard is not there, only the river. This confuses me and I wonder how this can be? The water is so clear. There's a kayak at the shoreline and I get into the kayak and I begin to drift away from the shoreline. There"s something beyond the first part of the river that I notice. It scares me a little, like there's a waterfall or a cave. I am not sure what it is but it makes me anxious and afraid. I don't see any fish at all. Then the kayak turns into a boat. And now it seems to be much later in the day because it's nearing twilight. Suddenly, I see a fish in the water. It's reddish in color. Then I see another fish, the same kind. And I see a third. They are pretty big. I am enjoying seeing and watching these fish until I realize that I am drifting into that "unknown" area and I realize I don't have any oars or paddles. I feel a little panicked because I don't want to get closer to that part of the river that I am afraid of, that part that I can't quite see. Then to my delight, I realize that I am moving toward the shore again, because I can do this, make myself move from one place to the other, under my own power. And I arrive at the shoreline safe and I feel a great deal of relief.
This feels like another missing child to me. Don't know who. Reminded me a little about Lindsey, just because I thought that fish that was red may be a salmon. I also notice that in this dream and the one from 8 March, I mention Twilight. I also want to mention that in one of the first visions I ever had about Amber, I was moving under my own power, only flying. I think this might mean something special for me but I am not sure what. Perhaps it means a new case, a new missing child, or perhaps it means that the child has gone willingly, under her/his own power? Not sure yet. Still learning about my process.
9 March 2010 - Kim's Miscellaneous Notes on a Movie, Lovely Bones
My husband and I went to see the movie, Lovely Bones. It was a really weird experience for me. It's about a little girl who was murdered. There were so many things in the movie that seemed so familiar from some of the things I have seen in my dreams and visions, past and present. Her last name was Salmon. I thought of the red fish in my dream. There's a boy El Moro which I think was a street around where Athena _______, registered SO lives in Temecula, Ca. Hot air balloons with baskets (what I saw with Amber), a Combination safe where the little girl's body was stuffed. I got that combination back with Lindsey. All kinds of stuff with that movie that was just too weird. I should probably go see it again. It kind of freaked me out a little. Go see it if you can. Parts of it felt like certain things had actually happened to ME, things that seemed way too familiar. That's the part that was weird to me.
11 March 2010 - The Between Times - The Between Places
The other night when I got a dream along with the other dreams I had, I couldn't remember one of them. Well, it was given to me last night AGAIN. And it came to me almost like poetry this morning. Here's what I got.
Rigo moves in the between times, in the between places. As he moves, he finds a clue in Twilight.
Okay that's it. Now, Rigo (short for Rodrigo) is actually the name of our night watchman. He comes to work around 10PM and leaves at sunrise, around 6am or sometimes 5:30am, after he turns the generator on for the morning/breakfast crew. I am also familiar with the between times, between places, these are the times or places where life and death are closest and the veil is thin. Between times are at sunrise and sunset. Examples of between places are where water (lake, river, sea, creek) meets the shoreline, where the sky meets the horizon, where the mountains meet the land, stuff like that. You know, isn't it amazing how many children are found or found buried at the water's edge? Just thought of that. Anyway, this is my dream.
I also notice that this is the 3rd time that Twilight has come up for me.
10 March 2010 - Killer Whales/Orcas/Written Testimony
I was dreaming all night long about missing kids.
The first thing was that I was giving a written testimony to give someone to help to someone convict someone. I think it was the latter (I don't know why I wrote this....doesn't make sense, I think it was the latter?????). In my testimony, we found that whoever was taking these children had changed up their system or their routine or the way that they abduct the children. And we (Kim Mom Dom) had discovered this. And the FBI or LE arrested someone based on this theory. I think we also knew how he had changed up his routine and he was caught. He started changing his routine with Lindsey, by the way. He departed from what he had always done with Lindsey. That's what I was writing in this written testimony.
Another huge chunk of this series of dreams, I have forgotten. Note: I was actually given the dream I forgot the next night. The Rigo/Twilight Dream.
Then I hear something, not sure if it was part of my vision or outside the hotel we are staying in somewhere. But it sounded like a whale blowing air up through his spout. Then instantly I saw four whales in the ocean, all side by side in a row. They were the black and white Shamu-type looking whales. I got Killer Whales.....but I don't know their real name. When I woke up, I remember that the name is ORCA, ORCA whales.
Then I got Oregon. I knew the same person who's taken so many in Washington State is also taking children in Oregon. I think the exact wording I got was "Spilling over into Oregon."
12 March 2010 Vision: Child on Bicycle/Under Tree Arch/Ronfond Cameras
First I heard an audio and I heard what sounded like some black people talking to each other. Probably about three voices, one woman and two men. They were all in a dither about something. "Whacha gonna do now? Just chatter, real kind of "jive" talk.
Then later, my perspective is that I am standing on this walkway or sidewalk that has a low concrete wall on either side of the walkway. It may have been a bike path, actually. I think it was paved. I see these two trunks of what look like trees on ether side of the bike trail, outside the concrete wall (about 18" high) and they are directly opposing each other. They are more like shrubs and they grow up and over the path or bike trail. Really beautiful how they grow right up and over the path. I see a child on a bicycle peddling toward me. I think it's a girl but I'm not sure. And when the child gets sort of close, all of a sudden, it's like I am looking at the child through the lens of a camera and the my perspective zooms out suddenly, and the child looks far away. This happens very fast. First the child is close and then far away. I see the child pass under the arch that the two shrubs make. And then I hear Ronfon cameras or it could have been Ronfond cameras. Then Dave made a racket coming into the apartment and I got jolted out of that place.
13 March 2010 Dream - Keys and Alarm Thingy
I see a man standing but bent over and leaning against something. I can't make out what it is. And I only see him from the waist down. I see a set of keys clipped on to the right side of his pants, maybe attached to his belt loop. There's something else besides the keys. There's some sort of alarm thingy and it's going off. It's not loud. It makes sort of a dull jingling noise and this alerts him that something has happened, something unknown to me. Just then, my dogs start barking at something outside and they jolt me out of this.
Notes: At the beginning of this new series of dreams on 8 March, I sensed that these dreams I was having had to do with a new missing child. But I didn't know who. So, on around March 9th, I just asked, "Who is contacting me now?" I got the name Sophie. And since I was getting so much that seemed to be related to Lindsey Baum and Washington State, I googled all the missing children in Washington State. I found a Sophia (Sophie) Filipcic. Dom, Mish and I did a little research and Mish found a MySpace page on her and she seems to be living in Seattle, partying and posting regularly to her page. One of her friends is named KILLA WHALE, by the way. But she was so easy to locate and we can't figure out why her profiles online have not been updated. She's from Snohomish, Washington State. But, I also found this very weird reference to this huge cedar tree that was so big that an arch was made right though the middle of the tree and the tree was smack-dab in the middle of a bike path. But this was back in the early 1900's. And it was in Snohomish, too. So this seems weird to me that I had that vision of the child on a bike peddling under the same type of structure. The tree is long gone. So don't know why I picked up on this, but I want to see if there's still a bike path in this area anyway. If you want to see this strange phenomenon of a tree, here's the link. http://www.historylink.org/index.cfm?DisplayPage=output.cfm&fil...
There's also another Sofia that's been missing for about 7 years now. Sofia Lucerno Juarez, missing from Kennewick, Washington. She would be 12 years old now. Strange circumstances surrounding her disappearance, in my opinion. Something doesn't seem right to me about the stories told. So we are looking at the possibility that this might be the Sophie I got. Not at all sure.
18 March - Kim's Dream - Little Dead Birds/Playground
God, I had this weird dream early this morning. I think the bird theme is actually a missing children theme, for me anyway. Here's the dream.
Dave and I are in our garden area behind our kitchen/restaurant area here at our hotel in Mexcio. All of a sudden, I see this small bird flying toward me and I turn away a little because it's flying straight for my head. The bird flies into the back of my head and seems to burrow it's head into my hair and I can feel it's little beak trying to nestle it's way into my hair. Dave is behind me and I say, "OMG honey, is this a bird in my hair?" He says, "Yeah!" We are both really surprised. Then this really big flock of little birds (yellow and gray) fly into my back. There are so many little birds, that the weight of them push me over a little bit and I am standing there, bent at the waist, not moving. I am absolutely stunned beyond measure to have all these little birds on my back. Dave is equally as stunned.
I say to Dave, "OMG, honey. What's going on here?" He tells me that all the little birds are dead, all of them. But they are still clinging to my shirt so even though they're dead, they are not falling off. I walk over to this little concrete wall that is bordering a children's playground. I get down on all fours and with my hands, I scoop out a big, long hole in the sand. Then I tilt my body sideways and Dave helps me get all the little birds into the hole. I look at them to make sure that they are all dead. There are so many. And their little eyes are still open. I feel sad. But they are all dead. I begin to cover them with the sand, but there are so many, I can't seem to get them all covered up. I see a mound of sand nearby and begin putting more and more sand on them until they are all covered up.
I feel very sad and just don't understand why all these little birds died.
Well another strange thing just happened for real about 30 minutes ago. There was a small hawk perched right over our driveway into our parking lot. We have this PVC arched over the driveway and there's a big bougainvillea vine growing over it and there was this hawk. I have never, ever seen one on the property or even this far on the coast. We see them inland, but never here. Anyway, we just watched him for awhile. Then he flew south down the beach road. Then yesterday, there was a baby woodpecker laying dead on top of one of our solar lights in the parking lot, too. Dave put him in the jungle. He looked like he was old enough to fly. He was pretty big actually, but had little tail feathers. That's how I knew he was a baby. Weird bird stuff. The hawk may have been a baby too. He was small.
I HAVE A GREAT AND AWESOME FOLLOWUP TO THIS DREAM ABOUT ALL THE DEAD BIRDS.
19 March - Kim's Experience in Real Life - YAY!
Eduardo (our manager) just came into the office holding a little wild yellow and gray bird. He had flown up against the windows in the restaurant really hard. He didn't look good, his eyes were all weird, half shut, and never attempted to move. Honest to God, this was exactly like the little yellow and gray birds in my dream. Anyway, Eduardo handed him to me. I put him to my chest and held him and just two-pointed him for all of 30 seconds or so. I looked down and his eyes were wide open and he was clinging for dear life to my shirt. Then he wrapped his little feet around my fingers. I took him outside and just held him in the palm of my hand and instead of flying away, he just stayed in my palm and kept looking over at me. Then he flew to a tree, then flew to another. He's fine. YAY!!!!
20 March 2010 - Kim's Dreams - Underground Dorm Room/cafeteria/shopping cart/fat lady
I am standing outside or in a car, not sure. I am looking at this lone building, about three stories high. The first floor may be a parking garage. It looks like it was an attempt at a modern design, maybe left over from the 60's or 70's. There might be a parking lot adjacent, I am not sure. It's just all so barren looking. The building appears to be made of metal. It stands alone in a landscape that is pretty void. There may be mountains in the background. I get the feeling that it's some sort of industrial area or even military area that's being used or recycled for dorms now or housing of some kind. Anyway, I have a niece or great niece who is going to college and I have located this as her apartment or dorm complex where she is living.
I almost go on to the building but then I think it would be a good idea to go get some food or some groceries, some goodies for her as a surprise. So I go to this place that looks a little like a cafeteria but it seems there's groceries sold here too. When I walk inside, I go to this desk area and begin to ask some questions or ask for assistance. Nobody seems to want to help me or is able or wants to answer my questions. Finally, this tallish woman comes out from the back. She has longish dark brown hair and wears a burgundy knit dress, rather form fitting. She is slim. I can see at a glance that she's stressed out and she's quite curt. I direct my questions to her as she seems to be a supervisor. She says to me, "I can't help you right now. You are on your own. We have a group of 100 people coming in here today and we're just too busy here to help you." I was really only asking some basic questions to which she could have answered in the time it took her to tell me she couldn't help me. I got a shopping cart and went around the corner to the left to see what I could find. It seems as though someone was with me, actually. I want to say a gay, male friend but I don't know who.
I see some toys, some large plastic yard toys for children. I see this huge plastic slide that snaps together in these squarish pieces. Each segment is a different color. I buy some things for the "girls" back at the dorm. They seem to be food items but there is quite a lot and I use a shopping cart to get these things to my car.
I arrive at the metal building and my gay male friend is still with me. He's helping me deal with all that I've purchased. I go inside the building. But my friend is no longer with me now. I locate the room that the "girls" are in. My arms are full of shopping bags, paper bags, now that I recall. I maneuver one hand enough to open the door and when I do I cannot believe my eyes. At the threshold of the door, once opened, the room is actually about 10 feet below the level that I am standing on at the doorway. I almost topple right down into the room because I have already poised myself to take a step forward. Fortunately I catch myself before falling down into the room. The room is only big enough for three mattresses which are side-by-side down below. The walls appear to be cinder block and painted white with oil based paint. The walls are really shiney. And there seems to be some curtains and perhaps a window above the mattresses. There's a small space to walk at the end of the mattresses, but that's about it. Then my niece (I think) is standing and looking up at me. She is happy to see me and invites me inside. I see the same plastic, segmented slide that I saw back at the store attached to the threshold of the door continuing down into the room. They have rigged it so that it is more like a ladder instead of a slide, like I saw in the store. I only recall the feelings I have about this place. Something isn't right. This feels like a trap to me, a prison to me. Although my niece seems happy and adjusted in this place, something feels very wrong to ME.
**NOTE: I am going to interject this next part because I don't know exactly when it fits into this rather epic dream. At some point, I see this absolutely enormous woman sitting on a wooden bench in what looks to be a mall or big lobby. It may be the lobby of this metal dorm building. I am not sure. When I first look at her, I feel rather disgusted because I don't think I've ever seen anyone this big before. But there seems to be something familiar about her to me, like I know her or used to know her when I was a little girl. And I get a creepy feeling about her like she's a child molester or a kidnapper or something. I cannot put my finger on it. Something makes me go over to where she is sitting. It's almost as if I cannot keep myself from going over to her. As I move closer, I begin to get younger and younger and younger, until when I finally sit down beside her, I am quite small, quite young, a child. I sit there close to her and she doesn't respond in the slightest. I begin to get really, really, really said. I feel so absolutely alone in the world, and she seems to be my only connection. I move closer to her, and still she doesn't respond. I feel so very sad and alone. She is facing away from me a little. I put my arms around her enormous body and my little arms only reach around her a little bit because I am so small. I can feel the huge folds of fat all along her side, though her dress. And in some weird way, this comforts me a little, even though she doesn't move an inch or respond in any way. I lay my head against her back and side and I just stay there. I cannot express how sad I feel.
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