I was in a minivan driving up to the yard of my parents house on Sheena St. not actual name of street. A fat naked lady was there, bent over. She was a lady I saw earlier in the dream. She was clearly bent over and I saw her uh, private parts.
Then I was talking to her in the yard. She gave me a hug, but I wanted to give her another hug, but with my shirt off. I took my shirts off and then I was in my glory, hugging her again, feeling her breasts against my shirtless self.
I then remembered that I had to pay her $40 for something so I reached into my wallet and had the $40 to pay her.
All the time, I was conscious of the minivan still parked outside the yard, watching me as it waited for me.
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Dream, Wednesday June 29, 2011
I peer past the sliding wood door and look into a small bathroom, three women crowded in front of a bathroom mirror. I talk about being a fighter. They say, "If that is what you want to do, follow your dreams."
Then a man with long shoulder length curly hair, a white football shirt with navy blue numbers enters and says to me, "Did they make you feel better?"
Then teleport to another room. That man wearing the football shirt is there sitting on a couch facing left the couch against the wall to the right. He said, "Did talking to them make you feel better?" He then explained, "I used to be a fighter myself. I know the injuries that can occur."
Then the sportscaster Corey Burns, not real name appeared, and said, "If you feel it in you then you got to go for it. Some people feel it as young as three. Then you got to do it."
The thing is, in real life, I don't have any thoughts of being a fighter.
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Dream, Wednesday July 13, 2011
A Native Shaman with long hair, wearing a brown, light brown and white patches plaid hunters shirt was cutting his hair. He was using scissors with his left hand, scissors cutting the back of his hair at the neck cutting from left to right, then half of the hair was short and half was long and the scene was stopped at that point, I was at a table, there was a person sitting behind the table. I wept and a voice said, "They cried the day the Shamans cut their long hair."
Someone lent me a fire truck that looks like one of those yellow fire trucks in this city. I was sitting down, tying my shoes, tying my left shoe with red shoelaces and thinking, I got to tie these shoes so I can get ready to drive the firetruck that was lent to me.
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