A PROPHECY AGAINST BABYLON

ISAIAH  - CHAPTER 13

 1: An oracle concerning Babylon that Isaiah son of Amoz saw:

2: Raise a banner on a bare hilltop;shout to them, beckon to them to enter the gates of the nobles.

3: I have commanded my holy ones; I have summoned my warriors to carry out my wrath---those who rejoice in m triumph.

4: Listen, a noise on the mountains, like that of a great multitude! Listen, an uproar among the kingdoms, like the nations massing together! The Lord Almighty is mustering an army for war.

5: They come from faraway lands, from the ends of the heavens - the Lord and the weapons of his wrath - to destroy the whole country.

6: Wail, for the day of the Lord is near, it will come like destruction from the Almighty.

7: Because of this, all hands will go limp, every man's heart will melt.

8: Terror will seize them, pain and anguish will grip them, they will writhe like a woman in labor. They will look aghast at each other, their faces aflame.

9: See, the day of the Lord is coming - a cruel day, with wrath and fierce anger - to make the land desolate and destroy the sinners within it.

10: The stars of heaven and their constellations will not show their light. The rising sun will be darkened and the moon will not give it's light.

11: I will punish the world for its evil, the wicked for their sins. I will put an end to the arrogance of the haughty and will humble the pride of the ruthless.

12: I will make man scarcer than pure gold, more rare than the gold of Ophir.

13: Therefore I will make the heavens tremble; and the earth will shake from it's place at the wrath of the Lord Almighty, in the day of his burning anger.

14: Like a hunted gazelle, like sheep without a shepherd, each will return to his own people, each will flee to his native land.

15: Whoever is captured will be thrust through, all who are caught will fall by the sword.

16: Their infants will be dashed to pieces before their eyes; their houses will be looted and their wives ravished.

17: See, I will stir up gainst them the Medes, who do not care for silver and have no delight in gold.

18. Their bows will strike down the young men; they will have no mercy on infants nor will they look with compassion on children.

19: Babylon, the jewel of kingdoms, the glory of the Babylonians' pride, will be overthrown by God like Sodom and Gomorrah.

20: She will never be inhabited or lived in through all generations, no Arab will pitch his tent there, no shepherd will rest his flocks there.

21: But desert creatures will be there, jackals will fill her houses; there the owls will dwell, and there the wild goats will leap about.

22: Hyenas will howl in her strongholds, jackals in her luxurious palaces. Her time is at hand, and her days will not be prolonged.

CHAPTER 16

1: Send lambs as tribute to the ruler of the land, from Sela, across the desert, to the mount of the Daughter of Zion.

2: Like fluttering birds pushed from the nest, so are the women of Moab at the fords of the Arnon.

3: Give us counsel, render a decision. Make your shadow like night - at high noon. Hide the fugitives, do not betray the refugees.

4: let the Moabite fugitives stay with you, be their shelter from the destroyer. The oppressor will come to an end, and destruction will cease; the aggressor will vanish from the land.

5: In love a throne will be established, in faithfulness a man will sit on it - one from the house of David - one who in judging seeks justice and speeds the cause of righteousness.

6: We have heard of Moab's pride- her overweening pride and conceit, her pride and her insolence - but her boasts are empty.

7: Therefore the Moabites wail, they wail together for Moab. Lament and grieve for the men of Kir Haneseth.

8: The fields of Heshbon wither, the vines of Sibmah also. The rulers of the nations have trampled down the choiced vines, which once reached Jazer and spread toward the desert. Their shoots spread out and went as far as the sea.

9: So I weep, as Jazer weeps, for the vines of Sibmah. O Heshbon, O Elealeh, I drench you with tears! The shouts of joy over your ripened fruit and over your harvests have been stilled.

10: Joy and gladness are taken away from the orchards, no one sings or shouts in the vineyards; no one treads out wine at the presses, for I have put an end to the shouting.

11: My heart laments for Moab like a harp, my inmost being for Kir Hareseth.

12: When Moab appears at her high place, she only wears herself out; when she goes to her shrine to pray, it is to no avail.

13: This is the word the Lord has already spoken concerning Moab.

14: But now the Lord says: "Within three years, as a servant bound by contract would count them, Moab's splendor and all her many people will be despised, and her survivors will be very few and feeble."

I called him to come down and hold me. He said he was trying to relax and had a report to get done by noon. He put a soft brown blanket around my shoulders and told me to lay down on the sofa and he would sit by me.

A whole bunch of kids came running into the house; bombs continuing to come down. I could see the streaks in the sky as they came down towards our area. Several married couples came in and lined up in front of us. Each stood with their partner with their arms around each other's waists. (I'm guessing there were 18 of them) I began to feel guilty because I knew that each one of these women was giving up her husband to go fight for the war and I knew that I was going to have to give up my husband too. My husband said, "This is the 'naming' group. Off on the right was a death notice for a 6 year old boy and he had to be named before he could be buried.

NOTE:The Gulf War started Jan. 17, 1991.

Around 1993 Joe Mason had a special dream about football. Joe had joined the team just before the final big game. The opposing team was very good, and expected to defeat us. I got in line with the team near the edge of the field. I started to write a check to the head coach, Mr. Web, to pay for my equipment. But, the assistant coach, Mr. Noon, reminded me that he had paid for the equipment, so the payment should go to him. I wrote the check, but I could not sign it, because threads had been woven like a web on the signature area of the check. I cut them off, and removed them, then signed my name.

After Joe recorded the dream, he recalled that there are 43,200 seconds in a day up until "noon" (60 x 60 x 12). The Number 432, often with various zeros attached, is a universal cycle of time number.

I noticed then that the bird cage came open and one bird was missing. The other birds were in their cage but with the door open. I saw one green bird in a tree right next to the cage. It hadn't escaped, it was just taking care of itself. The other green bird came out of the cage then and flapped around, trying to land on my hand. I was uncomfortable about his flapping so he finally landed on the floor. These birds seemed to be using human facial expressions and I was very uncomfortable with their independence.

I had to get back to work/school on 20th St. Somebody drove me part way there but I can't remember who. When I got out of the car, I noticed that I had forgotten my purse at home. I decided I could live for one day without it, then noticed that I wasn't wearing shoes, just white socks. Now, I felt very stupid and remembered I had taken my shoes off when taking care of the children. I felt really stupid and hoped someone at work had an extra pair of shoes. I blamed my stupidity on the girl child that my husband had brought home without asking me. It was like she was draining the life sap out of me.

I got to work where I was in charge again. This is where I felt at home. I had all the information at my fingertips that everyone else needed. My library had all the old information that everyone that people needed when they needed to restore old machinery and radio back to working order. They came to me to do research work. I had the master keys to the buildings on both sides of the street. At 5 p.m. I closed down one building and went to work in the other.

In the 1st building there were many young girls touring through. As they left, I told them that if they were interested in working there, they should fill out an application at the employment office or over at the main office on 70th St. I told them that there was special work programs and incentives for young girls and we would even provide transportation and come and get them and take them home again. I then closed the big glass doors for the day and locked the door.

As I left the lobby, I recalled that I had forgotten to dust the furniture in the lobby, but a cleaning woman had just come in and I took my master keys, unplugged the radio to take with me, and headed across the street.

The President of the Company just happened to be crossing the street at the same time and I noted he was wearing light beige pants. He was complaining to a workman that he didn't like having one door unmastered and that we should get a new maintenance man in there and have him master the front door. The old maintenance man was moving on to some other job.

I looked at my master keys. I not only had a whole ring of keys, I had the 4 master keys, one to each side of the building and they were bright gold. I felt proud to have them.

On that side of the street, workmen had laid down red and white quilted material on the sidewalk so we were all tippy-toeing on the softness. I was looking at the expressions on the men's faces. Nobody expected to be tippy-toeing in softness at work. Everyone was amused.

I went inside the building, having discovered there was a maintenance man already present who opened the door for me. Once inside, nobody did anything except sit around so I began telling them to take down the Christmas trees from each room where they were mounted on round tables. There were very few lights working or ornaments in evidence. I told them to get busy and remove the old trees. Christmas was over.

I went into my own office then to plug in my radio and answer the phone. Here is where I was in charge and gave orders to the others what needed to be done.

3-24-99 - DREAM - I was in Milwaukee. I had just moved back and took over the manager's job again. I don't know what apartment number this was but it was on the 1st floor and there was no privacy. People were wandering in and out at will. Where the windows should have been, it was wide open to the open air. I wasn't settled in yet, had little furniture, a desk, a chair and a dresser and that was it. It was almost noon and I hadn't been to the office yet. Then I realized I didn't have any keys yet either, nor did I have my own keys. I started hunting for my coat figuring they were probably in the pocket. I looked in the closet and saw that Ed (my ex-husband) had been there. He had hung his own four beige coats on the hook by the door and he had thrown all my stuff in a heap at the back of the closet. That was typical of him. I didn't know where he was but he had obviously been there.

I finally found my "Joseph's coat of many colors" laying on the dresser and sure enough there were keys in the right pocket. They weren't on a ring like they used to be though.

I knew immediately that Ed had taken them, and I tried to see what keys were missing. I saw my car keys and there was a bunch of apartment keys and other keys, but no building keys. that was okay because I was in a new building now and the manager had had all the locks changed while I was gone. All of a sudden I spotted a pile of building keys. They were gold and double sided, more or less like a tall . . . wide Christmas tree.

I was so happy to find them. Now I had access to everything again. I put them in a neat pile on my desk. There were a lot of people milling around.

A guy named David who I used to work with and a woman came in. I was just about to water two vine plants that I had neglected. One branch from each one broke off and I was going to replant them, but instead I gave them to the woman. She smiled and took them and left. David said, "Do you mind if we hang around together? Today is Thursday!" I had to read between the lines on that one. It meant his wife was busy or working and he was at loose ends. However, "Hanging around together" sounded safe enough.

I saw several bosses come in, some were inspecting the building it seemed. They said "Hello!" and moved on. But the head boss came over and said, "We need to discuss this man in your life," indicating Ed's coats. I assured him that Ed would not be back. He seemed happy with that answer and went on about his business.

I continued to try to figure out how I could close the front windows. There were people everywhere in my apartment. Two guys brought in a purple couch and asked where I wanted it. I knew they'd want to put it down somewhere, so I told them to just put it along a wall and I'd move it to its exact position later. They were happy about that. When they sat it down, I adjusted it a little. I was amazed at how light weight it was.

Then a girl called my attention to an animal cage up near the ceiling. Inside the cage I could see black cats, exotic ring tailed monkeys, all small animals that can wreak havoc if they are loose. On the outside was a rod where a bunch of birds were sitting. I looked closer and they looked more like bats in color though they weren't hanging upside-down. A couple came down and landed on my arm and I flung them off saying, "Wild animals have no place in a house." I knew they'd have to be moved out.

I still had to get to the office and I just let the people mill around in the apartment. Except for the purple couch that had just been brought in, there was no furniture. I even noted that there was no washer and dryer to do laundry yet.

I started walking down the hall and it appeared I was inside that underground mall I discovered last week in another dream. I had to walk a long ways through the mall. There were lots and lots of jostling people out here. I assumed my office was at the far end.

I was having trouble getting through the crowds and a big heavy set woman came up behind me. She grabbed me by both arms and said, "Let me help you find a way!" She began steering me between the crowds of people and I was grateful for the fast pace we were moving , but then I noticed that as soon as we went through a door and down a narrow hallway, it seemed more and more nasty looking. The walls were dirty and so were the floors. There were fewer people here but those I saw looked like bad off drug addicts, drunks, and the really bad off people.

I was getting nervous that she was taking me the wrong way, so I wrenched myself out of her hands and ran back the way we had come. I ran up a stairway and was now outside. It seemed I was on 108th and Greenfield Ave. I was going to cross the intersection and head east on Greenfield Ave. but a huge construction truck had flipped over, spilling all the construction materials. A bystander said, "When the truck flipped over, the driver ran right into the bar over there." I took a look and sure enough, the truck driver was sitting at the bar, swigging drinks down as fast as he could.

I continued east on Greenfield Ave. which was uphill to 92nd St. I had to pick my way through all the construction materials that had fallen off the truck.

I got to 92nd St. and was about to crest the hill and a man grabbed me by the arm and said, "I want you to see something." I got to the crest of the hill where I could see the entire city in the valley ahead. I couldn't believe what I was seeing and backed up a little and couldn't see it.

He took me by the arm again and said, "Look! I want you to see what a city looks like when it's hit by a nuclear attack!" He made me look again. The tall buildings were standing, just twisted girders of steel, where there was any brick, it was just partial and hanging off, no windows anywhere. It was just total devastation. There were NO people. It was a dead city.

5-26-99 - DREAM - EVER SEE A BUILDING SING?  I was standing out on the sidewalk in front of a building that had wide double doors made of steel and glass. I remember thinking, "This building looks like an auditorium.  Then the front of the building morphed so that it looked like the face of a sad dog was inside the building. It was blue and white, cartoon-like, not like a brown dog. It sang a song like, "Don't Let The World Get You Down!!!   When the song was done, I went inside the building and it was a large restaurant.

The head owner/chef was Chinese. One of the waitresses which was from another foreign country had quit. She was of Jewish nationality. the owner decided to shift the position of the other waitresses who were sitting at a square table. The girl who was Korean or Asian was very upset to be shifted to a lessor position. I asked the owner/chef if Alice (the waitresses name) could work from a different position which was better though the table was scorched in front of her. He said, "No!"

He turned the light off in the kitchen and was bemoaning his fate. I took the Korean girl by the hand.She seemed very frail. I wanted her to come with me and encourage the restaurant owner/chef to remain open. I pointed out to him that is was almost noon and the lunch crowd would soon be in. The clock on the wall showed about 5 minutes to 12. He was shaking his head in the negative. The Korean girl, instead of standing with me in support of the Chinese owner/chef handed in her resignation and walked out. The Chinese owner/chef closed the restaurant. He would no longer serve the people.

To type this check, I had to attach a special board to my typewriter which then the check and three duplicate copies had to be inserted and lined up perfectly before you could type. I had two days to type one good check. The first check I didn't get lined up right and when I typed the numbers they weren't aligned so the check had to be redone.

The second time I got it lined up right, but had been concentrating so hard, I typed my own name on it, so I had to destroy that one too.

By this time, it was noon and I had to show one of our new employees where the lunchroom was on the 5th floor, so I had to take the contraption apart and set it against the wall while I was gone.

I then took the girl up to the 5th floor. The lunchroom was packed with people of all ages. The first section, as I pointed out to the girl, was like a cafeteria, but it was dimly lit and you had to eat whatever they provided for the day. You didn't get to make any choices.

The second section which was more brightly lit was like a grocery store and dairy products were mainly featured and they carried a lot of milk. The only problem with getting food in the second section was that you had to cook it yourself.

The third section was very brightly lit, but so crowded, unless you were the first one there, it was hard to find a seat. The seats were also very, very narrow so you couldn't be overly fat or you'd never fit in a seat. (I don't think it means fat, probably that you couldn't be overly inflated with ego. :-) )

The seats were filling up fast, so I asked a little girl if she would sit on my lap so I could sit down. Her mother was there also and the little girl agreed, so I picked her up and sat her on my lap.

The little girl was beautiful. The little girl had a cookie to eat and I helped to feed her a little piece. She was choking on it, so I stuck my fingers in her mouth and found a long gooey fatty piece of bacon stuck to the roof of her mouth. I pulled it out and showed it to the mother. The mother was aghast and apologized profusely to the little girl for feeding her fatty bacon. The little girl then sang a cute little song about cookies from God while she ate.

I told the mother that anytime she wanted a babysitter, I was it! She smiled broadly and left.

At the same time, a whole bunch of little children had gathered to eat cookies at a big blue round table that was children's height, so I taught them the 'cookies from God' song while they ate. They loved it.

I still had to type Tom's payroll check so when I went downstairs there was all kinds of problems with the office and getting things to work right. It was extremely cold in the office and this check attachment had a heater on it which was gasoline fired. It was dangerous to use unless you knew how to run it. Meanwhile the air-conditioning system was noisy and annoying. (I think Joe was probably snoring and getting into my dream causing this scene)

All of a sudden Tom showed up to get his check. He arrived in a very small car. He parked it by the curb outside and expected to be handed his check without getting out of his car. His boss, who looked like a bus driver supervisor, parked in another car, just a little larger, but still very small right next to him, ...double parked.

I was introduced to the supervisor whom I think was named Paul, but I'm not positive at that memory of the name. He said that it was really great that we provided curb service so Tom could pick up his check, but I had to apologize because the check wasn't ready.

So Tom and Paul got out of their cars and came upstairs to the fourth floor. When Tom came upstairs, he met a spy buddy named Ben (From One Life to Live TV show) and they spotted a third guy they suspected might be working for the enemy as well...a double spy (counterspy).

I had to show the guys how to get to the lunchroom. The elevator was the office supplies closet in a small office. It only went from the 4th floor to the 5th floor. The spys were carrying some kind of electronic gadget for their work, so I had to get on the elevator first which diffused the gadget somehow and they came into the closet/elevator after me. There were other people in the elevator as well. A sweet old lady with white hair said she made this trip twice a day.

There were chairs in this closet/elevator for the old people, but Tom, Ben, the third guy, Paul, and I stood for the ride. It was only one floor and we felt the speed of ascent as the whole office supply closet/elevator rose to the 5th floor without knocking any of the stacked little boxes of clips down. If you didn't feel the speed, one would never know you had ascended from the 4th to the 5th level.

We got out of the elevator and I showed the men the cafeteria, store, and the lunchroom. They were impressed. Lunchtime being over, the cleanup crew was working and the pizza delivery guy couldn't get his pricing gadget to disengage from his delivery tray. I offered to get Tom to help and took it from the guy and promptly began eating little scraps of ham and pepperoni, etc. from the gadget tray, then handed it to Tom to fix.

There were three nurses dressed in white up here too. Each one had a silver tray with first aid equipment on it and whatever they needed for emergencies.

I still had to type Tom's check so I took him back downstairs to where my office was.

We were still in the hallway and I was trying to show Tom where the check writing gadget was. I could see it through a narrow window to where it was, but Tom couldn't see it at the same time because there was a thick red brick wall there. I had to move over so he could se it. Only one at a time could see it because the window was so narrow.

By this time, it was late and Tom had to get back to work and I had left the blank checks on my desk and didn't want my boss to know I was so careless, so we rushed in and I wrote the check by hand for $2,975.00 and Tom took it and went back to work. That gave me the next span of time to figure out how to get that check writing machine to work properly.

Everyone's house had a large grey box in their houses where the electricity came in. If this was shut off, nobody would have communication with the outside world through their radios.

There was an election going on in which the outcome was to be a certain way and when it was over, there was another box inside everyone's home that was going to be shut off. This box was small and was colored red. Once the lever in the red box was shut off, nobody would remember that there was something to remember that they weren't supposed to know. This was the ultimate mind control box.

I went into my own livingroom and realized that there were certain radio stations on my radio that nobody needed to hear so they were shut off and wouldn't be heard anymore. People with televisions which had 'V' chips in them will know and computers with children controls on them will understand that 'control' is coming.

I wanted to tell the people this news but who would believe me? It wouldn't be long before someone came to the house to shut off the little red box and even I wouldn't remember what it was to tell.

But I was expecting a couple of women to come to visit at lunch time so I would start with them and see how it went. During the morning I busied myself with cleaning a little, sorting laundry, etc. I was really tired by the time noon came close and my visitors would arrive.

Finally, the first guest arrived, and I didn't want to tell just her so decided to wait until the other woman arrived and would tell them together so I waited.

To my surprise, more than one woman arrived ... several came together. I wasn't prepared for more guests and I felt a little guilty that my house wasn't perfect. I knew that their house wasn't perfect either, but I didn't want mine to be worse than theirs.

But, more people started coming into the house. These people were all dreamers ... they would understand my story if I put it into the form of a dream. But they all had dreams of their own to tell and I wanted to be polite and listen to their dreams. I would get my turn. So the women started to tell their dreams in turn.

One of the men sat by the radio and I heard him sing the three descending tones so I wasn't the only one who heard them. I could now tell my story and it would be believed.

Then some men dreamers came and I was about to tell my story which was now going to be in the form of a dream, but one of the men started to tell his dream and I still couldn't tell my 'dream'.

All of a sudden it was noon, so I asked everyone if they would like some coffee. I wasn't prepared for that, so went to make the coffee. My friend Cary, who was a psychologist said that she wanted her coffee with a special raw egg cracked into the center of the cup. She had already picked out the egg and it was in the refrigerator.

I told her that was fine, but then I had to find the perfect cup so it had room for the egg. That set me out on another search through the cupboards for the perfect cup for her before I could tell my story which was now a 'dream'.

As I went through the dish rack and cupboards, I was finding beautiful crystal, fancy dishes like gravy boats, and vases, sugar and creamers, but no coffee cups that would hold a raw egg in the coffee. Finally I found a dish that was more a soup cup but it would at least hold the egg.

I then went to make the coffee. The coffee pot was in the livingroom because it was fancy and had a long spout on it and was for serving coffee to guests.

But I hadn't used the coffee pot in quite some time and when I picked it up, to my dismay there was a spider making a web in the spout. I was horrified so took the coffee pot to the sink to clean off the spider web. It seemed the more I pulled the faster the spider worked and I found fresh cedar boughs in the crook of the handle and it took me a long time to finally get the spider web off the coffee pot.

But I looked into the spout of the coffee pot and I saw three tiny snails and then some tiny fish in it. I couldn't serve coffee this way so I took it to the sink to pour hot water through it and rinse out the snails and the fish.

My son Ken was sitting in the livingroom under a bright light and I warned him that I was pouring hot water so he wouldn't get scalded by accident.

But when I shook the spout to dislodge the snails and the fish, they grew even larger and now I had an angel fish and an oscar in the coffee pot spout.

I shook it even harder and the fish turned into a large black and white cow.

I was never going to be able to serve the coffee so I could tell my story which was now a dream, and I got so frustrated, I woke up.

2-25-00 - DREAM - I worked in the school office and had projects to work on, and did research on school subjects to help out, but also did research on my own. I was in the middle of a project I was interested in and went home for lunch at noon. I took the 3 ring binder home with me, along with some newspaper clippings and a notebook in which I kept separate notes in chronological order which my friend Robb gave me the idea because he had started the notes.

I got home and decided I would wash and set my hair. My hair was short and blonde. I can't recall eating lunch, but I was again working on the project at the kitchen table. I looked at the clock and it was 5 minutes to 1 and realized I had to get back to work.

I started to get the project together and stacked up the 3 ring binder with newspaper clippings. Meanwhile, I realized my hair was set in rollers and pins and I had to comb it out. My hair was still damp a little, so I had to carefully unroll it and comb it out gently so it didn't go straight.

By this time is was 20 minutes past 1 p.m. and I was panicky that I was late for work and they would be wondering where I was. It was cold out so I needed a jacket to wear. I couldn't find my own jacket, so went to the closet and found a cleaner's bag with 3 jackets in it. The first jacket was kid size, the next one was medium green with a gold eagle on the back. It had stains on where someone's greasy hair had hung down and the cleaners couldn't get out, but I had to wear something. It was my size but the cuffs were buttoned and I had to struggle to get my big hands through the cuffs. By that time I was exhausted and had to check my hair again and went back to the mirror to comb it again.

I straightened my hair with the comb, then other people started coming in and saying that kids on the street were being harassed by drug dealers and one guy had made a wild swing with his arms and injected 'speed' into the arm of one of the girls on purpose just for spite. The girl was freaking out and everyone was upset.

I decided I had to call the cops and this meant I couldn't get back to work but it had to be done because the girl's mother would be really upset if I didn't stay home and help. So we dialed 911. The kids heard I was calling the cops and expected them immediately. They didn't show up quite that fast and I was sweating it that I had to get back to work and wasn't getting there.  

By now I had taken the jacket off again because I was told that the eagle on the back of the jacket was a gang symbol and I didn't want the cops asking me questions about it. I don't even know why we had these jackets in cleaning bags in the first place. So I found another jacket that was my size which was plain green. This one fit me better but now my hair was messed up again and I had to stand in front of the mirror and comb it again. It was much less curly by now.

Now, other people in the house had problems which I had to advise them on and make them feel better. Time was passing fast and it was now after 4 p.m. and I still hadn't made it back to work, though I was still going to go even if everyone else left before I got there.

I headed for the door finally and went outside, carrying all my stuff for the project. However, when I got outside, it was dark out, and several men were making a pass at me. I ran back inside, noting in the mirror that my hair was now a blonde wig, had a big black ribbon pinned in the back and it was falling off. So, I had to stand in front of the mirror and pin this all back where it belonged because I couldn't keep it in place properly.

It was now 5:30 p.m. and I still hadn't made it back to work. Someone started showing me on a blue board (like a blackboard) what the teacher's next project was about. The kids were going to be studying the history and geography of Vietnam. A good project I thought, but that wasn't what I was working on.

The board either faded or I left the room, and I decided I was not going to help with that project research ... I was lucid by now and waking up. The dream was continuing, but I decided it was time to leave and as I was waking up it was 5:30 a.m. and Joe was leaving for work.

It was a loooong dream. :-)

7-10-00 - DREAM - I don't know where this took place. I knew most of the people in the dream, but it was not in a real place that I've ever been in.

I and 4 other women were given service awards for work we had done in the past. We were given a silver/blue ribbon in the shape of a 5 pointed star, however it was not pinned on us, we were pinned to it on a huge slanted board like a wide ramp. This was for work I had done with the airplanes.

After that we were in a tent encampment. There were thousands of people here in the encampment, both black and white but I saw thousands of black teen students it seemed.

All of my clothing and a Spanish woman friend named Mary were hung on pole rods in a large tent and the pole rod fell down so that all our clothes were laying on the ground.

There was a maintenance man in our group, but he took off at noon and said he'd be back in 3 days. Meanwhile we had to fend for ourselves.

There was a man there who looked like Beau from the TV show 'One Life to Live' and he asked what he could do. I pointed to the clothing pile that belonged to Mary and myself. There were 3 piles of worms on top of the pile ... not earthworms ... these were furry worms. I didn't call them snakes though they were that size.

I asked the man to ask some of his black students to please remove the worms from our clothing piles.

A young girl walked up to me and showed me that she had a mother dog and her pups in the palm of her hand. They were micro-mini size. They looked somewhat like an Irish setter but wasn't quite that red. They were so tiny I told her they didn't have a chance to survive and that she had better not take them with her.

I walked around trying to manage these thousands of people none of whom seemed to have more than Mary or I. I noted that off to the side seemed to be storefronts with glass windows in them, so it was modern times, and I was told that the maintenance man who had left us was seen to have been talking to my friend Diana and had been told off for going from one Dee to another Dee.

I then went to a hotel-type building which had apartments in it, which I managed, and our first guest was RoseAnn Barr and I put her in the first room on the second floor. The number was 1060. We had reserved one other room which was behind 1060, it was on another corridor and it's number was 1080.

I went up the wide stairway which had numerous tiny steps to the room I assigned RoseAnn Barr to. I went inside to see how it was. There were dressers in it and I opened the drawers and found that the previous tenants had left things behind. These were all Indian oriented type items, clothing, beadwork, but some things were in long boxes like you would buy in a craft shop that you put together yourself from a kit. However, the drawers were full and she could do whatever she wanted with these things if she wanted to use them for herself.

I would be given my dress at the wedding itself.

NOTE: June 5 - World Environment Day

Take the time today to do something to clean up the environment - recycle, plant a tree, ride your bike to work. The United Nations declared this day to help stimulate world-wide awareness of the environment. Let's remember to do our part.

THE RETURN OF THE FEMININE

compiled by Dee Finney