Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 10/29/2016
By Fitful
A concert, a symphony, with a revival of an old way made knew A woman kept miscarrying. She kept aborting a baby she didn't even know she was pregnant with. You would think she was done and it would happen again randomly. Later her brother seemed to be involved, he spoke to a man about it and the man shoved the dead child into his purse, and revealed he did that quite often. Took little dead bodies away in wheel Barrows, aborted babies from some cultures ritual. Later another woman went home to a man and her children, she had gone to that concert in another country, he had come home without her, and she had aborted a baby while there. She found her children and a cold reception. He didn't really care about her that much, and he had a new set of kids besides. Again later There was a a man, Alex, and his wife. He was stressed out. She kept aborting babies, they just fell out of her, it was impossible she even quickened in pregnancy before there was another. I was a little girl ran away, and found another couple of girl runaways curled up with me under the same shelter. They shared food. It was a crystallized drink inside a liquid which turned to a jello maybe? It had different flavors and there was also toffee, peanut toffee, and i was grateful because I was so hungry. The drink bubbles jello thing came in three colors, green, red or pink and white. I got the white. Soon after someone ratted me out, family, and i was found by reporters and police and returned home. I was at a home which was horrifying. My brother kept dying, randomly and we, even the children although they didn't understand death and just thought it was a game, kept bringing him back. An old fashion pump, a hand worked bellows, pushed into his mouth and something else would typically revive him. But he kept dying. The mother was horrified. I was with the woman and Alex. He was a wreck, so negative it scared me. I asked if he was OK and he never was. I think he had blood on his shirt lot. He was up for an award, but minutes before he was set to go she aborted again, and this time it didn't stop. Later she was gone, at the hospital, and I tried to console him. It didn't work. I collected my cup, I had kept my Tim Burton cup in their cupboard while I stayed. He offered me shoes, something about a heel which went out, the church regularly had a night a week where they gave these specifically away. I was a child again, sent home a certain way, walk three blocks, across the railway, and turn down the dirt road. I had gone home that way before. As I crossed the railroad a voice in my head, it seemed also in the clouds and it seemed as if I were asleep for I felt really dreamy, called to me. It said I had the wrong directions, I was already somewhere I was supposed to be. I had already walked a block and it wasn't really three, and just turn down this road. I think it was the black boy Jamie speaking mystically, like he had been taken over briefly. I invited my friend, two little boys(one was jamie) walking with me, to come off on a treasure hunt instead. I found an old home, or something. Might have been in an underground lost facility or a half buried railroad bunker. It had been converted to living quarters long ago, and it was filled with things, old things which seemed vintage to me. Things I had wanted. We were all excited when we first saw it, and deciding the things we were to take. We planned to make a lot of money off the old things. But suddenly, the clock I had wanted and the radio, and several other things made me remember. I had lived here once before. A couple had taken care of me. I told my friends we weren't stealing. One boy(jamie) asked half teasingly how it was up to me to stop them and I answered That I was recinding the invitation. They understood then. And I realized I was so grateful to this couple which had shown me love. Again later I was at home. I was playing with an old vintage doll like a special better type of barbie. It wasn't just any doll and I was also my little sister who pulled it off its stand. I my brother complained saying it wasn't possible, that it was a collectors item and couldn't be pulled off its stand. My father corrected me, revealed its number, inscribed on the bottom of its foot, instead of in the thousands was number nine. Which made me a reputation in the world as I was the only person in the world to have such a low number.