Frantic Jumbled Slum Candy

Had been following my sister (I think) and another girl around a historic old town Seattle... though it wasn't the Seattle I remember.. it was some fucked up jumble of the old style downtown of the city I grew up in (K-12) and with sprinkles of a slum-like feel.  I had 3 dogs in tow... none of them were on leashes and I felt constantly stressed out with them going into the road with traffic.  We were trying to locate the place I got my hair done last - it wasn't the first place I told them... my memory had faltered... so then I remembered the business card and said "Red Light" - but then quickly realized it was not the same place.   The place I kept seeing was in the old Pizza Plus building - but instead of it being a pizza joint...it had those old fashioned chair/dome hair driers lined on either side so when you walk in, you are walking down an isle of them on either side.

Those 2 got ahead of me, or I of them, and suddenly I felt lost and frantic because  didn't know where I was... this place was unfamiliar.  I ended up somehow backtracking to a house that we had been staying at... the girl that had maybe been the host... had arrived back with Jenn and threw a carry on suitcase against the wall... in the outer pockets, candy variety galore...I remember I wanted whoppers and not milk duds - cause milk duds stick to your teeth.... a swarm of kids showed up to raid the candy pockets.  

Inside the actual main compartment of the suitcase were drugs... wrapped in wrappers to make them look candy-like.. but they weren't for kids, weren't made that way to be attractive to kids.. it was simply a color coding used by the supplier to indicate the strength of the drug itself. The way they were wrapped made me think of bottle rockets...but with out the stick attached.

When I woke up it felt as though I had been crying in my sleep.

iPhone Being

Discovery of an iPhone 6 creature that was dwelling in my neighbors backyard - it hopped the wall to interact with me - it's body was flexible but only flexed when the thing was feeling or expressing emotion.  When it was sad - the body would bend backwards, almost melt-like, over your hand. - It's own hands made of even smaller versions of it's body... 

The thought was this thing had adopted me as it's care taker... and this 'thing' was an actual being of sorts with true emotion and feelings - not some programmed AI.  Emotions were high.

Fragments of Heart Dropping Stowaways

Lots of traveling - found stowaways in my luggage - a cat and her kittens... one went missing on the way back.  Driving towards a downhill that was so steep it could have been considered a cliff - anxiety through the roof as we approach full of anticipation of our hearts dropping once we started the descend. 

Somber Shame Slashing

He was riddled with shame but was paralyzed to do anything about it himself... he had approached a farmer who was tending to a clothes line contraption... that farmer spun around and with saws attached to each arm... sliced the the unsuspecting man multiple times across his chest... he did not fight back.. he felt it was deserved... he stumbled back and fell into a chair reeling in from his predicament as his shirt, slashed open, turned red with blood... the mood was very somber and hazy dream like... his lover approached with a hammer and just before it made contact with the slasher farmers forehead... the hammer opened and revealed a pistol... as the barrel met his forehead she pulled the trigger to avenge her lover's demise.

Dismembered Trauma

I was back in the Mommy Liz role - not sure where my parents were - but in my dream we were in my old childhood neighborhood - but the house we were in was not the same as the one we grew up in.  My sisters were back to being teenagers - Cath had long blonde hair that had a nice natural wide curl to it... she was running late.  Jenn had come in from the outside quite disturbed by something - it instantly flashed to something having had happened in the recent past vs. just then - Jenn had been hiding in costume to avoid dealing with whatever had happened to her.

I was holding her near the fireplace rocking her - another unknown lady was there trying to force information out of her - I rocked her and said.. it's ok if you don't want to talk about it right now... but eventually you will have to deal with this.

She shared with me that she had been sexually harassed or assaulted while she was cleaning out her car - her son had been in the car while it happened.  She told me who it was - it was a kid down the street - and I went to confront him.

It really was a kid - probably no more than 11 or 12 - he was in the garage playing with a handful of other kids - once confronted you saw a change overcome him. - He grabbed a machete and lunged - holy shit this kid was evil.  I remember hiding on the side of the house near the 2nd garage entrance - thinking "there is no way this little kid is going to out smart me"  I quickly realized this is no ordinary kid we are dealing with when I discovered one of his victims completely slaughtered and decapitated./

I went to meet with a detective in some run down downtown motel in a big city.  I walked up the narrow stairs and there was another body - well... the actual torso of the body was missing - but the cut off limbs and head were still there - only a huge blood soaked patch of carpet where the actual core of the body had been.

Everyone was baffled how is this child doing this?  I woke up with  no resolve - and the feeling as though I"ll never be safe.