Turquoise Dreams

1.19.15

Last night bed round 11pm - 7:40am, then 11am.

DR from day before:

I'm in someones house. Looking at the map, trying to find a way out of there. It's a new place, never been there before, and I don't know how to get back home from there. We are turning the map all kinds of ways, but it still doesn't show what we need.

So I go out on the balcony, which now looks like my mom's place. I'm talking to someone below. I'm naming streets like Moldon or Moulten, and Beltway. Now I know at least first few streets and I should be ok.

I'm going down to the garage and my car is blocked by things. Some people there make some stupid remarks. I first let it go, but then I reply to them and I immediately regret it. I should have let it go.

(I was looking at google maps that day and before, and those are real street names, or very close to them)

DR Last night:

I'm in a huge apartment building, that looks like that superstructure in latest Dredd movie. Lots of corridors, doors, people. But friendly athmosphere. I have a feeling we are all new there, just came there from some other place.

There is a rumor that president Obama is coming to visit us and welcome us. His people are already there. Some lady is showing us how to set our phones so we can take pictures. She wants to do it on my phone, but I tell her I can do it.

I see a room with tables in long lines, white tablecloth, plates and glasses, flower centerpieces. I had no idea they had prepared it.

Now we see 3 black cars coming by ar hight rate of speed. It's him. The car door opens and I'm hoping it will take him a second to get out, while his security guys check it out outside, so I have time to pull out my camera.

Now he is walking, I can see him clearly. He looks very focused, in black suit.

He is suppose to talk to all of us individually. It's my turn. So I go and sit at a table opposite to him. He looks so real. His face, body, voice, manners. He is asking me some questions and I'm answering. I'm not nervous, I know it's a good thing to talk to him. Then he takes off his jacket and he is rolling up his sleeves on a white dress shirt. I know my "interview" is over and I say thank you for the conversation. He is ready to talk to the public. Some video is shown, and he takes that time to talk to some other people, which now is my mom's turn. I know she is asking him to help me. I'm like whoa, not embarrasing at all.

(Obama dream, because I saw his twitter on Ophelia's twitter account)