I had a dream last night that was very vivid. I dreamt I gave birth to a snapping turtle type creature. I let go of it because I didn’t want to be near it or hurt by it. (I thought it was evil.) I was in a mall type setting and it started to attack others. I ran to protect the people especially small ones from harm. I remember taking a baby to the police and asking them to protect the child.
Right after that dream I dreamt that I birthed to a tabby kitten. Dwayne was the father and the kitten itself. (A fellow who was among the people who teased me at school, but as adults we are friends.) He also helps youth that struggle with addictions, and who are bullied at school. I named the kitten Ace. There was a series of events where I needed to protect this kitten baby from falling out of my grasp. From escalators to flying airplanes (being attached to an airplane wing). There was another object I was holding while on the plane that was important to the kitten. It was a glass tube about seven or eight inches high and about five or six inches in circumference. Also it was secured with a base at the bottom. I can’t remember what was in it, but I think it belonged to a radio station. I lost the grasp of the tube. I prayed to God that He would have it land in a soft place so it wouldn’t break.
As the plane descended the kitten would try to get out and I held on to it tightly so it wouldn’t fall to its death. I kept gently shaking it to make sure it was alive. And it was. Even after breathing in some exhaust. We landed in a farm yard. There was a grain truck with hay in it with a bunch of children’s toys in it. I remember I pink tricycle. We found the tube. (I cant remember who the other people were that were with me) As I walked away from the grain truck I saw a cemetery. I walked towards the grave and saw a name on the tombstone, it wasn’t mine, and now that I record this dream, I can’t remember the name on the stone. There was a old lady sitting on the chair beside the headstone.
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