July 30
*Talk at work – Kevin wanted to hire me. I was talking about what time I have to walk to the bus stop. I’m talking to a school official, not sure when classes are supposed to start and what the schedule will be once it does. The man is telling me that the schedule will be similar to last year… where the kids will have to get up early for a few days in a row and come to school for full days… then the second week of school will kick off with a “Vegas Night” for the parents and the kids will have 3 half days, their schedules being mixed up, and the other half of the days will be teacher work time.
*I’m in a house… there has been some kind of conflict going on here for the family – something in the house is affecting the people living here. The house has been emptied of furniture… there is a large smudge on one wall… it looks only slightly darker than the paint on the wall… like oil smeared in circles about halfway up the wall. It was done to see if there was some kind of spirit in the house. The next room has the entire wall covered in this oil, what is revealed is a face… it looks like a watermark in the paint and you have to stand in the other room to see the entire face because it takes up the entire wall… the image looks like what a wood carving of the face of an old man might look like (large, angular strokes) but flush with the wall. This is the image of the spirit which resides in the house.
*I’m standing outside of a living room in a house… wooden floor… people are walking by with their dogs. Seems like this was some kind of gathering and people are leaving. There is a woman leaving, walking a small black dog that looks like my dog from when I was a kid. I kneel down and see that it is my dog… I tear up slightly… I haven’t seen her in 20 years and I wish I could keep her with me, but I know she has to leave with the lady. My dog’s eyes are really bright, though her hair is more gray than I remember.
*I’m in a store doing some grocery shopping, O is with me. I’ve placed a couple of small items in my cart. I walk down the aisle and grab a few more things I need, walking back to the cart I see there are two kids inside the cart, as well as a boom box blasting music at the kids very loudly. The radio has a couple of receiving blankets folded and laid across the top of it. O asks why the kids are in my basket, I say “I don’t know… they should be in the basket next to us” The mother turns and looks at us… apologizing… she got the baskets mixed up when she put her kids down. She has two older children (one girl and one boy) and a set of twins. I ask if she needs help, her arms are full… and she asks me to move the babies to her basket. I think it’s odd someone would ask a stranger to pick up babies who are so young and tiny, but I help. I move the radio over first… as she explains it, the kids really have to have the music blasting at them, otherwise they will cry. The baby I move over is tiny… the size of one of O’s dolls, and dressed like O’s doll as well. The lady asks me if I need any work, she cleans houses and could use someone to wash windows of the houses while she does the other stuff… if I need the work. I explain that I already have a job and I really don’t have the time to take on another one… and I tell her the hours that I work while O is in class. Then I realize she was supposed to go to a camp this week and I slap my forehead… saying “Oh SHIT! I can’t believe I forgot about that! I should have dropped you off two hours ago! I wonder if it’s too late to go?” then I remember that the camp isn’t this week, I don’t have to worry.
