Morning of September 1, 2014. Monday.
I am living with my family in a larger version of the King Street area in the USA. At first it seems related to a typical scenario where I have not given the owners enough money over time and do not wish to see them if possible. Apparently, though, they are not there and are actually mostly moved out, leaving the house in bad disrepair. Still, I am not sure of the circumstances regarding my continuing to live there. I am downstairs just outside the much larger living area. The door is open from the foyer and I decide to go in and look around.
After a short time, an Aboriginal girl comes in but she also reminds me vaguely of an older version of Sheila M from high school. I pretend that I am there (in case I am thought to be just idly trespassing) to talk to Elmer W about work, either maintenance or landscaping. In reality, he had died over twenty years ago (from long-term exposure to paint fumes and pesticide apparently) and yet in my dream I feel a bit strange asking if he is okay, because the girl seems to think that my question is odd as he is actually supposedly doing quite well and doing much of the work in moving stuff out. I do not find the scenario (not remembering he had died) that strange at all. It looks like I may even be doing some work a bit later.
However, my family and I, and a few unknown friendly people, are mostly just standing around outside the house later. An unknown dark-haired female of no more than thirty approaches in a newer car. She seems to be some sort of problematic presence regarding our being there and possibly has a weapon. I approach the vehicle and smash the closed window with a long barbell bar and am also soon holding an old flintlock in my right hand. I know it will not fire or be efficient if needed, but I am able to stop her from saying or doing anything to annoy us.
Meanwhile, I notice the youngest daughter and a couple other people walking near an area that the unknown female says is unsafe, being one of the reasons the owners have been moving out and why she is officially here to check things. I then notice Elmer driving out with a large potted shrub (away from my view), which is nearly the size of a tree, on a small trailer. My wife Zsuzsanna’s brother’s wife Bonnie also makes an appearance and is supposedly pregnant (which is extremely unlikely as she does not like children - as well as being quite “off” and somewhat of a conspiracy theorist, once claiming there was a fake train station in Brisbane that kidnaps people, including entire soccer teams). Apparently the other unknown female is also pregnant, which was seemingly not the case just moments before. I accidentally bump into her stomach and immediately apologize.
At any rate, I tell everyone to get out from under the extended roof section (which goes over the driveway) and especially make sure that the baby moves out of the danger zone as it starts to fall, yet I mentally hold it up with a movement of my right hand (using a type of typical in-dream telekinesis) and it does not fall.
Somehow, many broken pieces of the front windshield of the car (I had only smashed the front left-side door) are now on the ground near an outdoor table near which an unknown male sits. He is possibly drunk. I focus my intent on the numerous small pieces of glass and they “magically” come together with a glassy tinkling sound. However, there are still pieces that are not joining. I tell the other male to leave, and once he does, the windshield is whole by my focused intent. Not much happens after this, although it looks like everyone is going into the building for some reason. However, I get the impression that my family and I will be traveling while on a larger motorboat that is on a trailer (not sure of the driver of the car) for a time.
Notes and associations: The extended roof sagging and almost falling is related to past real-life events - I once missed an entire shed falling on me by seconds. The broken glass and toddler connection relates to my own experience when my left wrist was severely slashed from broken glass as a toddler (from a fall) and “impossibly” (according to doctors) completely healed over time though in my dream, the glass was “healing” instead of a wrist. The drunk was out of place (in a personal sense) as I have rarely been around anyone who drinks in my lifetime. The unknown Aboriginal girl seems possibly the same fictional character who was in a dream over twenty years ago.
