It's been a while...

I've had loads of dreams since I last posted, of course...but I want to start writing about them again.

Last night- the overnight of June 6~7, 2019 I dreamt about 3 kids- one baby, one maybe 3-4 yr old, and one child who was maybe 8-10 that had a learning disability. I was teaching the oldest child about preparing for a bath so he'd stop leaving slippery messes all through the house. When he laid the towel out on the floor outside the bath, the 3-4 year old cheered for him. Then we were in a store, then I was in a room with Woodford's and they were trying to cut Gemma's hours of service- saying I was doing well enough on my own and didn't really need anyone. That was not a compliment in my mind, it was a terrifying excuse to leave me with no support. Maybe it stems from not having anyone since April 24- I could definitely use some help.

Foggy... April 11-12

I was woken up a few times in the wee hours of the morning by the dogs urgency to relieve himself, thankfully not on the floor.

All I remember is my brother being in a wheelchair, I'm not sure if he had an accident or an illness that landed him there. His face was the same, but he was wearing a skull cap which really isn't his style. We were on a brick sidewalk and he was pissed about the lack of ramps. He stood up and tried to walk and immediately fell forward, he was very twisted looking and his arms seemed to have some atrophy.

April 10-11

In the night I had a dream that I saw on the news Katy Perry had been killed in a helicopter crash in Australia. I recall waking up after some time and wondering if I had indeed heard it on the news and it worked itself into my dream, or if it was totally random.
Also, I dreamed of a large cornfield to my right as I walked down a dirt path over a gently sloping hill. It wasn't a creepy "Children of the Corn" type cornfield, but a rather typical one. On my left was a row of church facades with functional doors. The weird thing was that they were similar to building facades on movie sets, plywood painted to look like building, but in truth there was nothing but more field behind the door. I could see the sun shining beneath the walls all the way down.
There are other flashes of the dream, but nothing coherent enough to translate into words.
A reporter with brown hair and an orange and white sundress standing on a street corner near the (area of the helicopter crash?) There was a small ranch house behind her with a couple of summer green trees offering shade.

Young@Heart "Fix You"

I had a dream the other night that the man singing this song, Fred Knittle, was parked in a beautiful old red Cadillac with perfect white leather interior. It was so gorgeous, I walked up to the window and asked if I could have a ride in it. He told me he was waiting on someone else that he was expecting soon, but then waved his hand and said, "Alright, get in, but we gotta hurry up." We took off so fast I was stuck to the back of the seat, it was in a city, and in the conscious world I'm sure there would've been an accident within 25 seconds. Pretty soo we were slowing down a little and we were behind a brand new red-orange Mustang coupe and he said (except now it was in my Grandma's voice) that he didn't usually like new things, but he's really love to drive that Mustang and see how it handled. It looked just like this one:

 Next thing, we're in a large corridor, like at a school or hospital, and he's walking up to a black man dressed in a nice suit. I asked if I could please keep him a little longer, but was told that wouldn't work, and I'd gotten more time than I should've already.

July 30-31

Rental $725 Frankfort, Me Deck with steps to water, wild animal, call from Vicki, heat off and on.
Murders by the side of the road, guilty town clerk, many listed as there who had not been on suspect list.
Gas station orange and pink candies with fingerprints.
This one is vague, Gem woke up at 445 am and I only had time to jot notes.

Night of July 29 ~ 30

I had the strangest dream. I was on a boat, which seemed a bit like a cruise ship and a bit like a floating town. I've never been on a large ship before, but I do know they don't move fast when it comes to turning etc. 
At some point it seemed like perhaps it was a Down syndrome group meeting as there were lots of kids there and some adults who had Down syndrome. There were grand stairwells, people chatting and eating and enjoying themselves. Then I was in a house and Leslie (Colburn) was telling me that her doctor told her she better hope she's having a boy because she just wouldn't be a good mother for a girl. He had also offered to abort her baby should it prove to be a girl. I was really put out when she told me the news and told her she should file a formal complaint with the hospital's ethics board. I also told her that I knew of someone else that had happened to and just couldn't believe there was more than one doctor out there who was A: telling women they would have a difficult time parenting female children, and B: was making offers to abort a child simply for lacking a Y-chromosome. *somehow my conscious brain is tying this in to the fact that all doctors seem willing to abort, and even recommend termination to mothers who find out their child has other chromosomal differences.* It is a very blatant and misinformed prejudice. 
So the boat ride goes on...the driver of the boat decides to  make a few turns. The front end of the boat lifted and we spun around so quickly people were falling down and having to hold on to keep from sliding toward the rear of the boat. 
Gemma was swimming in a little kid pool with a life vest, Aaron was with her. There were other kids in there as well. At some point I wound up in the upstairs of an old farmhouse while still on the boat. There were 2 adults with Ds who were naked and expressed their intent to have sex with one another. I told them that what they chose to do was private, but they needed to go into a private room and not become physical with one another while in the view of everyone.
So, I was going down the stairs and I said hello to Marica Golibiewski who passed away a couple years ago. She was doing well and enjoying her cruise. 
I walked up a hall with purple carpet ant gold railings, there were rooms off to both sides which resembled casino areas and restaurants. All of the sudden I'm dizzy as hell, the boat is up on it's end and spinning to go back the way we came from. I hear the captain giving orders to someone that he wants every one on the ship killed with the exception of those with Ds, and those who are not carrying on screaming. I clearly remember him saying, "Even the sailors" as well...as if it were a Navy ship we'd borrowed for the cruise. 
I went up on deck to get some air, I saw the captain of the ship sitting on a perch on the top center. He looked at me and I said, Wow, this boat seems so enormous and elegant while you're downstairs...how does it seems so little from here? (It looked like a 35-40ft cabin cruiser from on deck)  He asked if I was upset about it. He continued to talk and I continued to try to play it cool as the boat went sailing down they equivalent of white water rapids with large rounded sides like a water slide. I'm pretty sure he wanted to decapitate me as we started down a set of locks that had beams from a railroad tressel over head. Each time we'd go airborne over a level I'd have to duck my head into the crashing water. When we got to the bottom there were 3 women standing there who appeared to be from the 80's. I was out of the boat and we were talking about kids. I went to find Gemma, and as soon as I went to pick her up she grabbed a worm off the ground and put it in her mouth. I tried to get it out, but she had bitten it in half and ate a small piece of it. "/ That's all I can remember now, my brain has already put the soft fuzz around the edges of the dream.