We lived in an old house, I think the house one of B’s baby sitters lived in. It was different inside, airy and quite nice. I thought about the babysitter. In the dream she loved her oldest, but didn’t think much about her youngest. I wondered how she could feel that way?
I was at a studio audience for Regis and Kathy-Lee. I noticed that it had the same energy as Kelly and Michael, and realized it was because they both had the same producers. The chairs weren’t permanent seating, but more fancy temporary chairs. Wooden chairs with big fancy sides. More grown up. The audience was quite empty and everyone was sitting at the back. I thought to myself “wouldn’t it look better on camera if everyone was sitting at the front?
We were coming home, a friend and I, walking home to my house in L-Ville. The streets were SO busy, there were people everywhere. Hundreds and hundreds of people! There was a parade, or a protest, or some kind of big event going on. We were going home to get changed, to go back out.
I was at school. I was a middle school student kind of, but actually I was in grade 12. I had had such a great and fun school year. Our class was really close and we all got along so well, that we had had a fun year together. I said that this year, and grade 8 had been the best years of school.
I answered the phone at work. It was a man, with a thick thick southern accent. It wasso thick I had a hard time understanding him. He was asking for 2 books, and said the titles. I couldn’t catch what he was saying, and asked if it was the kitchen magazines he wanted. Then he realized he had the wrong number! He had looked it up on the internet. I told him where we were, and he apologized and hung up.
We had sold our other house, and we were going to go on vacation! Mom asked me to search the prices online to get a deal. I searched but the deal we had found earlier was gone, and they prices were a couple hundred more than they had been. Anyway I guess we booked them because we ended up in Cuba.
We had come home to L-Ville, from town. The village was buzzing, the skies were blue and thee was excitement in the air. Everyone was having a yard sale! Lawns were set up with racks of children’s clothing and odds and ends. The yard sale would be the next day, but I was so excited I just wished that I could start shopping now! I would have to wait though. I hoped it wouldn’t rain during the night and get everything wet!
I was dreaming I was having a psychic reading on the phone. I’m not sure who she was or how I even got her phone number? (I was in the living room in the house I had grown up in) I hadn’t asked any questions, but she was telling me a lot of information (AH why can’t I remember what she was saying?!) She was telling me about some issue I had. All I can remember, is that she said it started when I did something that I morally thought was wrong, but I did it. My guide told her I was wearing red that day, and I remembered exactly what the action had been.