Author: bonniemitsch

I am in a group like at a dream conference. It feels like we are in someone’s house. We are all taking some drug or drugs to make us high. I do so as well, however, I don’t feel that different. I notice a tall man leaving to go and catch a bus. The authorities come and everyone leaves. Later, I go back to the house to check it out. Nobody is there. I feel sad we all had to scatter. I was really enjoying myself.

I see a a baby who is about 8 months gestation. She is in a drawer of a couple’s chest of drawers. She has two more months to go. There are other pregnant women around who are pregnant in the usual way.

A 10-12 year old girl smears blood all around the cement surfaces that go all around her house. Initially, she is a woman who signs up for the blood. I go and then come back. I go inside and tell the father what the girl has done.