Terry, Moving the House, and New Star Wars

Terry was there.

That is the most important thing to note and I must state this first. Terry was there. From the first dream to the second, he was there.

In the first dream, I was traveling around an older town with my hubby. It seemed to be mostly run down and out of use. Sometimes we are driving a car, sometimes we are walking. We come to an old building with some cars beside it, and people carrying things back and forth into the building. As we pass the cars and I glimpse faces, I mention to hubby that they were famous actors,  and I wish we had a pen so I could have gotten their autographs. We decide to follow them into the building and see what is going on.

The building is much larger on the inside, and it is full of lights and cameras and people bustling every which way. It was dark, with metal rafters in the high ceiling. There was a large canyon in the center of the room, with opposing cliffsides. They are filming a movie! It seems to be a new version of Star Wars, and the roll of Luke Skywalker was played by a man who was previously an acrobat. He was causing a scene, and not one for the movie. He was complaining that he wasnt being given enough credit for the hard work he was doing, and his job wasnt showing off his terrific acrobatic skills.

We took a break from the excitement of the filming to visit a nearby gas station for some food. I don't remember why or what they had, but all I remember from there was some odd sort of burrito.

Next thing I knew we were driving around. There was a building. It was small, and just sort of sitting there at a cross section. It was old and dirty, but I decided to go inside. There were a few different rooms, but one stood out. Terry was inside. I don't remember much really, but he was there. I remember hugging him, and it felt very real. I was excited and happy to finally get to hug him again.

Then the next dream came around, and this time I was back at my dad's old house (my step-mom's house). The house appeared to be on a few acres, and nothing else was around. Sort of like a video game, you could play in your area and no where else. I was searching around the outside of the house for my cat, who was missing. I couldn't find her anywhere. Then it started to snow. It wasn't real snow though, it was tiny pieces of straw and dust which I saw was coming off the roof. The house needed repair.

Everyone was there suddenly, to help move the house. I'm not sure why it needed to be moved. Probably because suddenly it was flooding. We checked all the rooms to see that all the furniture was out of it. I saw my sisters' bedrooms, bathrooms, and a living room. It wasn't laid out the way I remember though; it was completely lined up. Bedrooms on the left of the house matched up with rooms on the right, a bathroom on one side of the hall lined up with another bathroom on the other side. I was going down the row, checking the rooms. Each door I came to that was closed, I would look over and my sister would nod or shake her head, and that was how I knew whether or not I could open the door.

Everyone went outside and began to lift the house. It was suddenly made of very thin flimsy material, like cardboard. It was flopping side to side as we carried it, and water was sloshing out of it from where it had flooded. But the land was a bit marshy in sections, so we had to find a good place to set it. We found the best section we could, though it still didn't seem good enough. We set the house back down and it went back to normal.

There were stairs now leading up to the front door. I was still looking around, calling for my kitty. Terry came up to me, leaned down over the steps to the house, and pulled out my kitty. I was so happy that he found her! I think we laughed a bit, and talked. But sadly, the dream had to end.

It was like a wonderful visit with a friend, and maybe he'll visit again sometime soon. I really hope so.

About The Strange Man

When I woke up but was still in a trance, I felt like my vision clouded over and I was looking at a wall or a desktop. My vision pulled back until a piece of paper appeared, and had a bunch of things typed up on it. My mind went straight to two lines near the top, and focused in on two words... Names I think.

Xeroth
Manog

 Who was this man? He appears in two of my dreams back to back but is calm and collected and does not seem to actually fit into either. I dont think he was supposed to be there. He is not tall, but not short, just taller than me. Short black hair, might be a deep brown. Light skinned. His eyes seemed to stay half open, like his eyelids just naturally didnt open all the way. It made him seem very nonchalant and collected, and he was unconcerned with anything in my dreams at all. Just me.

He spoke of a song... I cant remember... Goddess... Something. By Black... Something... A random person in my dreams interacted by looking up the song instantly and spoke of the meaning behind the lyrics. This man laughed and said he himself needed to pay more attention to them. They were deep, but I cant recall them. In the dreams he may have been wearing black or blue jeans, with a white shirt. He could have had a jacket on, maybe denim, maybe leather.

The Strange Man--Dream 3

I was throwing a party. There were many people there, most of them I knew: Mike, Chris, Megan, and a few others that I dont think were normally there, but i cant recall their faces so it must not be important. Everyone was huddled around the pool table, just talking and laughing, while I was in the living room. There was a very old tv set where our fish tank is now, and I was watching a type of survivor show. There were four contestants, christians vs witches. The first two were the christians. Older ladies, long gray hair, one thin the other. One I think wore an orange shirt, the other had on a red sweater. They held bibles in their hands and were preaching in a very pointed way, the first quieter and the second more heatedly, but definitely making it a point that the bible must be read and god be worshipped. Then it was the witches. The first one was thinner and talked about the craft, was very informative and secretive at the same time.

The second was larger and was full of so much energy and life that she came right out of the screen and into my living room! I knew I was liking her right from the start, as she was smiling in pure joy and love of life, not a worry or care for the thoughts of others. She had long brown hair to her waist, and the closer she got the more I noticed what she was wearing. She had on a crocheted cardigan, long, almost to her knees. It was in so many colors, the entire rainbow must have been present there! She had an array of silver and gold necklaces around her neck and multiple bracelets on her arms. Rings on most of her fingers, some thin and some bulky. She may have also been wearing a scarf. No one else seemed to really take notice that this woman was suddenly in my living room, singing and dancing happily. Not a sexy dance like men want a woman to do, but one with her arms moving up and down, her hands in the air, bouncing about merrily. It was so energetic and happy, I couldnt stop myself from joining her. I do not dance at all, EVER, but seeing this woman here and the feelings I felt from her, I went right along dancing with her, the same dance as she, and even though she mostly blocked everyones view of me, I didnt care much if they did see me. They still werent paying attention though. When the song ended we both stopped dancing but I felt incredible and so full of life. She was still smiling as if she knew.

At this point I will pause to interject with another dream that occured simultaneously to this one, but that coincides here soon. These events took place leading up to now. I knew I was going to throw this party. I had reached out and extended the invitation to a few people, one of them being Doris from the spell closet. She said she'd try to make it but wasnt sure she was really feeling up to it. We were on the phone I think, but as she told me why she wouldnt make it I could see it for myself so clearly that it was as if we were in person. She said she was getting paralysis, but only on her right side, on the right side of her face. That side was drooping badly, her eye, nose, mouth, cheeks. She was going to lie down and hope it got better soon.

There was suddenly a dark bedroom, and her husband was already sleeping on his side (standing at the foot of the bed, his was on the left). As she climbed into bed and laid down, she sighed as if giving in to something, and lifted the covers. Then another woman, one with dark blonde hair, climbs into bed between them. The husband of course sleeps soundly throughout this entire thing. The blonde wants to make doris feel better and usually does, so she tries to heal her. She does so by taking her index finger and prodding at doris' face, pushing the skin upwards towards its natural position over and over. Although it doesnt seem to actually be working for doris, some part of it definitely worked for the blonde, because she stops and looks down between her legs as a warm clear fluid flows out of her and soaks the bed. Doris feels it and jumps out of bed at the shock of realizing this woman, whom she called her sister, just had a sexual response from touching her. She seems visibly shocked and a bit unsure if she should be disgusted, but she definitely did not seem to have expected any such reaction. The blonde was trying not to smile, but was apologizing and saying she didnt expect it to happen and it wouldnt again. It did not take long before doris climbed back into bed, her face much better than before, and her blonde sister looked at her with love and respect as they both drifted off.

Now back to the party so I can tie this together. The energetic witch and I start talking, excitedly. She has so much she wants to show me! She begins pulling things from a tote bag... Crocheted pieces she did! There was a gorgeous pair of socks and a lovely hat, both made from crochet thread. The socks seemed to be a modern rendition of something that might have been worn in olden days before elastic. Just above the ankle there were spaces left around the sock which a white ribbon was weaved through. After putting the sock on, you simply pulled the string tight and tied it. The hat was like a sunhat, with little charms dangling from the brim. I showed her some of what I had made, projects I was working on now that were completed in this dream, and she exclaimed that we would have to exchange patterns! Everyone else started moving to the living room now, and a few were complimenting her on her work, though most of everyone was just walking past us. I went to get something or examine something and lost track of everything around me. When I looked up again I didnt see anyone, they had all gone.

It was at this time that my bedroom door opened and doris walked out! Apparently our houses were connected. She looked much better, but seemed to still be weak. She looked around as she told me that she felt bad about having been invited but not coming, and she decided a few minutes wouldnt hurt. She asked where everyone had went. Just as I was about to reply that I didnt know, he showed up. The same nonchalant man from before steps out from beside the fishtank, which was back in its rightful place. I dont know how I didnt see him there before, its not very wide. He is still calm and in control like before, and leans forward, guiding my shoulders gently with his hands, to show me that everyone was out front sitting on a trailer in the driveway, taking a smoke break. Doris thanked me as if he wasnt there and stepped out front, it was very sunny outside and bright and welcoming. But the man pulls me back and says "no, you're coming with me." We go through the house and out a doorway in the side that isnt really there in real life, and climb into a car in a carport that isnt really there.

The man gets into the driver seat, I get into the back behind him, and I see that there is already another guy in the front passenger seat as well as someone in the back with me (there might have been both a man and a woman in the back seat with me, but I dont think they were important). I wasnt paying attention to where we were going--I didnt know whether to trust this man or not, but he seemed to know where he was going, what he was doing, and besides, no one else in any of my dreams seemed to even be able to see him. I dont recall actually being able to see anything outside the car windows but I knew we were moving. The other passengers were the first people I had seen who acknowledged this man's existence. They had a settled in feeling to them, like people who got on the bus at a stop before yours. They were content with their position in the vehicle and already adjusted to the movement and vibrations of the vehicle. there was no telling just how long they had already been in there. The man in the passenger seat was so excited about something that he just started talking, looking back and forth between everyone in the vehicle to try to get them involved in his ramblings. The man decided to indulge the passenger at one point, commenting on the mention of a song or type of music. He said something about a song called Goddess...something, by a band called Black...something. And how it was a great song that he could really vibe to, and how we should listen to it sometime. I had my tablet with me (when did I grab that?) but the passenger had his phone and had looked it up in an instant. I cant remember the tune but it was deep, and the passenger then went looking for the lyrics and said that they were... Well, I dont remember the word he used. But the man laughed and tossed some comment out, something light and friendly though im not sure he really agreed with the passenger. We never reached our destination, before I woke up.

The Strange Man - Dreams 1 and 2

It was another night with three dreams. This no longer surprises me when this happens. Of course, a reoccuring presence and a vision did surprise me.
This will be split into three posts: the first having two dreams, the second having a dream, and the third describing the strange man and the vision.

Dream 1

In the first dream I had, its fading fast,  I remember going out to eat with two people and we were sitting at a small round table. We were talking about going to someones house or something, but a drink or ice had spilled in my lap and instantly spread to make the center of my jean shorts soaked. I did not want the person sitting across from me to see me like that, so we decided to swing into my house first for some made up reason so I could change... My house was like an abandoned two story manor, I saw no furniture, and paint and wallpaper were peeling in the back wall. I saw there was a small stairwell that only seemed to have a few steps and led to nothing, but I knew I had to climb them. The railing was old and broken and someone else was fighting me to climb the stairs first, a woman I think. We struggled, I said I was only looking for one thing but she wouldnt listen and we broke the railing off completely. I tore away the remaining fragments and it appeared as if there was never a railing. I was afraid of falling but I did not fear to climb those steps, because I knew I had to.

Dream 2

I woke up in bed suddenly in the middle of the night. The room was a little hazy, and something didnt feel quite right. I went to stand and saw that a wall of my room was missing beyond the edge of the bed. Like the bed was pushed into the corner, with the short end against one wall. But the wall only went to the end of the bed, just barely a few inchesbeyond it, and stopped, leaving a huge space to the yard. There was a moon in the sky, but I only just remembered that. I dont know if I saw it there, but I felt it. The wall was made that way, to be open. It was as if the outdoors was being incorporated into the room, and actually the outdoors WAS the room. But it was outside. Perhaps it was the fence of the backyard that made me still feel enclosed. I knew something was wrong here. When I stood up, the first thing noticed is that my hubby was sitting in the doorway between inside and out, with a hat pulled down over his eyes, and he was sleeping.

As my gaze swept the yard it came to rest on two strange men standing just the other side of the wall--intruders. They both were wearing black leather jackets, one had long greasy brown hair that went to his shoulders. They were standing there smoking, as if taking a break in the cool night air before continuing a job. One of them must have seen me, because the long haired one spun about in surprise and pulled out a small black handgun to point in my face. I jumped backward a bit, threw my hands up in front of my face, and exclaimed "woah, hey, no, what are you doing, are you crazy, my husband is sleeping right there!" which although it fit in the dream doesnt seem to be the right words, not what I think I would have said. but I did. As if on cue, hubby wakes up with a start at hearing me talking and tries to stand when he sees the two men, but stops and stays sitting when he sees the gun. He is alarmed and I can see he is worried for me. The men seem like they are either on drugs or very nervous, they are shaking slightly, cant hold the gun straight, stuttering words, sweating, and definitely unprepared. However, they were together enough to direct me out of the room and into the yard. I think one pushed me to make me go faster, but next thing I knew I was on my knees in the center of the yard, possibly by a small tree. The long haired man seemed to know who I was and I do think I recognized him, or he at least reminded me of someone. An old family friend perhaps, but one that wasnt a very good influence. He did not seem ro have very good control of the gun, though he thought he did. He fumbled with something on it, I couldnt see but im guessing it was the safety. I raised it up to my head (keep in mind he was about 20 yards away though) and I knew he was going to kill me. This is what he was here for, I was to die.

He pulled the trigger and I flinched, spinning around till I was facing the back fence. I heard a loud popping sound and felt a rush of air speed past the right side of my head. I didnt know what to think, but I was terrified and so decided to stay perfectly still. Definitely frozen in fear. The long haired man taunted me, saying "oh, did that hurt?" (no, it didnt.) Then he raised the gun back up and fired another few times, maybe 5 times, toward the back of my head, this time I heard the shots but did not get hit by them, nor feel them pass me. Something stopped them before they reached me. I continued to sit perfectly still, in shock and fear. They seemed content with their work and turned to leave. Hubby was still sitting in the doorway staring at the men in disbelief and disgust. They could not leave the way they came, because there was a wooden fence there now, so they had to walk past hubby and leave on the other side of the house.

I finally turned around slowly and saw another man there. This part I did not remember till waking, like I literally did not realize this part happened when it happened. Hubby still did not move, just shook his head and I understood that he was only observing. I was thankful to be alive but confused about why I was--clearly those men had come with their entire purpose to kill me. But this guy here now, he was different. He was cool and collected, and seemed like he had no cares or worries at all. He was moving as if he had done all this, seen all this, and knew what he was doing. He was leaning against the wall, something in his mouth though I dont think he smoked. He straightened up and walked toward me, saying something, like his work there was done and like I should have been going with him or maybe there was something he knew about the immediate future that I could know but only if I asked, but this part seemed to be cut short by my mind deciding to switch dreams