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I'm not sure how many times I went back into this dream but it was a whole lot. I did it for a good 3-4 hrs. Chaining back into the same dream so many times was something I used to do but not lately... Even though it was a dark dream scene it was a relief to know I hadn't forgotten how to do this all together as I had feared.... There were all kinds of races of people which made me smile. But unfortunately we were living in the rubble of a city that was ravaged after war. People were living in burnt out apartments & townhouses. Warehouses & lean two's. Living in poverty where there was only water & food where you could find it. No officials or police. Violence with no accountability. Strangely enough I saw no guns which I was looking for. There were little kids sitting on a stoop all disheveled & sad. A woman selling her goods of sorts. She had some kind of fuse & was attaching it to some kind of M80 looking thing that you see on the 4th of July. I know because we buy them, lol. I watched her for a long time. I kept wincing waiting for it to blow up & I was really nervous because I was really never sure what it was. Like I was saying she was trying to attach a fuse to a M80 & would light it! It looked like she was showing them how much time it would take for the fuse to burn & then she would pinch it & make it snuff out. She did this so many times. One of the times I woke up was actually by Meesha & I just brushed her off & dove back into my dream. I could have done many other things in this state but lucid dreaming must be first about myself. Fun is secondary. This was so revealing about what I see in our world today & my fears of what the US will become. There were children running all around this woman & I feared the worst. I had such a drive to find what hidden meanings I could from this dream state. Finally one child was not so fortunate when she didn't snuff it in time. This again was one of the times I woke up & fell right back into my dream state to do what I would in real life & try to help the child. I frequently say that in my dreams I have a serious drive to stay true to my morals so this reaction was not uncommon for me. I could easily just shifted gears but what good would that do? Yes I could go off & change the scene but how often do you get to help others in real life up close in personal. I always say if I hit the lottery I would help ppl not give to organizations who funnel money that never sees its real way to help someone. Anyway, I looked for help for the child but there was none of course. I went to an apartment nearby & finally a man took the child from me. I hadn't seen a single person that I knew through all of this which is not typical for me. But I no sooner have this fleeting thought & I see my first husband & I run up to him & hug him because I have been alone all of this time. He would not be my top choice to be stuck w/ during end times for sure but I do know he would protect me strangely enough. I then look to my left & there is a man handing out cotton candy out of a machine. It looked like a popcorn machine w/ an overlarge opening that looked like where gum comes out of a gumball machine. At this point I know what this all means, believe it or not. I now hear Meesha IRL meowing weird so I get up to see what's going on.....

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was probably at "my family's house." My brother and mother were around. I don't know about other people. My brother was having me act out something, and he was possibly also video taping it. It may have been a movie or a music video.

We were in a number of different bedrooms. My view was always kind of tight and low, as if I were the height of a child, with not much attentiveness to my environment. The rooms always seemed kind of small and barren, with white walls and slightly harsh incandescent light.

In a couple of instances, my brother seemed to tower above me. But our relationship was still of me as the big brother to him as the little brother. He seemed to want to impress me with whatever his video project was. I seemed to think the project was cool, and I was happy to be a part of it.

At some point my brother needed me to act like a "cool person." So I needed to wear black jeans. (WTF?) I may also have needed to wear a belt with square steel studs on it. My brother and I went searching through closets for the perfect black jeans. My mother was in one of the rooms where my brother and I were going through the closet.

At another point, we were outside the house. It was night. We may have been far from the house, possibly even in a parking lot. My brother knelt (below me now) at something like a toy chest full of jeans. There seemed to be plenty of black jeans. But none of them were right for some reason.

At another point we were in the house again, looking through a closet full of blue jeans. (I'm pretty sure that at this point my brother was much taller than I again, like I was a little kid.) My brother thought that, if all else failed, we could at least use the blue jeans. But they were all too big for me. So they were no good, too.

By this point I may have been walking around in no pants, just walking around in my underwear from place to place, looking for black jeans.

Dream #2

I was outside on a pleasant, sunny day. My view fluctuated from the left to the front. I seemed to be in the wilderness, in some open area with bare soil. It may have been on a piece of land for a cabin, or something like that. In both of my views I saw piles of stuff, like piles of discarded household items and furnishings.

I also, somehow, seemed to be reading a message from another website I participate on. My friend, MY, was telling another person, or a group of people, that she didn't judge some boy on the site for something or other.

MY then said, "----- (a man) and ----- (a woman) and I are going to have a baby. I'm pregnant with the baby. And when he walks around the yard, and his pants and diaper drop off, and I see his little bottom, I don't judge him. I think it's cute."

As I looked in front of me, there seemed to be a beam, like an upright beam of wood for the frame of a house. There also may have been other rubble, mostly wood, around the beam. Just beyond the beam there may have been a pile of household goods of some kind or another.

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