Dreaming My Dad has built a house and is living in it. It has clean lines and a lot of cream and beige. The kids and I are moving in with him. I work out that Dad can have most of the rooms downstairs, and we can go upstairs. Dad has an office and a meditation room, as well as a bedroom. I am telling someone about the house, and I take the credit for Dad’s rooms even though it was actually him who did them. I am standing…
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Power
Dreaming I’m standing in the kitchen with Tom, asking him why he has to go back home again so soon. I look up to the garage and see a woman in there; she has long hair, is pretty, and I sense she is famous. I tell Tom, but while I can see her, he can’t. As we watch, it starts to snow suddenly but stops just as quickly as it started. I go into the utility room and see a man standing by…