Last night I was a mum adopting 3 kids, the middle boy couldn’t speak English clearly. They were very hesitant and stand-offish. The middle boy kept getting depressed because he couldn’t communicate well with anyone and after a while stopped trying and kept saying he was an idiot because he couldn’t speak well. I kept trying to get him to come back around but he wouldn’t because he thought there was no point. My husband in the dream was disabled and struggled to communicate too, but came home one day with a box of top grade meats and foods. I asked him where did you get these from and he said the president sent them to him. I looked at the box of meat and there was the seal of the president stamped on it. I’m like “you stole this yeah?”. As it turned out, he was a veteran engineer who had been deployed and had gotten hurt when a bomb had gone off. Now he was in a wheel chair and couldn’t speak well; but his mind was fine so he was still doing work with the army and had earned a Medal of Honor. I showed all this to the boy and said even though he can’t communicate well and he’s in a wheelchair, he’s still very smart and the president (not Trump lol, a real one) even respects him and shows him gratitude.
This one was in prison. And the whole time I was aware I shouldn’t be there and thinking they’re gonna realize I’ve switched places with the real prisoner and I shouldn’t be here. At one point there was a few of us hiding in a room making a meal for a magic spell as an offering to some sort of entity. I just went along with it, helped out where I could so I didn’t get busted as an imposter. Later there was a car accident with the warden and he was explaining that someone called Damien was dead now as he had run over him accidentally, when reversing out of a spot. One of the prisoners was really upset by this as she had a relationship with Damien, the warden laughed at her and told her to suck it up but got her name wrong. Then the other prisoners started having a go at him, do you even know our names, and he said no why would I care what your names are, just sat there drinking his coffee, so the prisoners revolted and started throwing stuff around. Some of us went back to the magic spell meal and found a cleaner and his son had eaten it for lunch. We were furious and attacked them. Somehow I escaped out of there and ended up at a salvos op shop with Adam and I was looking for shoes while he was searching for Essendon shirts, but all he could find was Boronia Hawks jumpers.
Last night I don’t remember much but I was a white Christian lady and I was helping a tribe called the Mohicans survive an attack from a tribe called the Tomahawks (seriously I have no imagination ) (and I should probably read up a little on Native American history) and some how I brought peace to them and the Tomahawks left the area. We were on a desert mountain and the Mohican chief told me in recognition of my help they would call the mountain “Christian Rock” and for short they would call it “Chris Rock”.
I think I astrally projected into a Karen last night.
Last night I popped into the 1700s, I was engaged to a man who I don’t know, he was the second brother of the family and the oldest brother hated me because us getting married meant we would get the inheritance when their father died instead of him as he was single (I don’t think that’s how it actually worked back then but you know, dreamland…) anyway so I was trying to plan my husband to be’s birthday party and we lived coastal so it was going to be down at the beach but the weather wasn’t playing nice for me to go get the fresh seafood, lots of storms and big waves, plus big bro was sabotaging me at every step because he wanted husband to be to break it off with me so he would get the inheritance. So I told big bro that if you had the guts to ask me to marry YOU, then you wouldn’t have had this problem. That shut him up. I don’t remember much else other than Australia in the 1700s was pretty shit and the clothes were really heavy and uncomfortable.