3/4/01 Two women nature and homemaking goddesses come and my mother shows them to the living room with me and shuts the door. They say they are creatures of habit, ten minutes on the stomach, ten on back, five on each side. The laugh and say men/bosses are like cheese mallets. Card 22 -- World. They also do Tarot. They look through a book of internal organs. The small intestines look like snakes. They want me to heal them. I am not sure, feel like I'm still in college, don't have my healing degree yet. Then I go out walking between Lucky supermarket and the school on the other side of the street where my aunt's ghost ran up to me. A huge green snake crawls up to me and looks at me aggressively. I put it in a big box with its tail hanging out over the edge and dump it in a pond in Lucky's parking lot where the fireworks stand is, hurrying before it can turn around so its head is hanging out of the box. It crawls up a tree with a lot of Thai brown snakes then comes back towards me. I run, it follows. Then I step on its neck and hear a death rattle. I am wearing thongs and am afraid it will stretch out its neck farther and bite me. A man picks it up and says, "don't do that." It is frilly along the neck like gills. The goddess is very wealthy but decides to eat with us. She buys a fancy TV dinner with shark fins (tiny live shark in a plastic bag.) She sits on the couch with me and hesitates, and I try to guess what she's going to say, that I'm a baby. She lives a two hour drive away at Lake Elsinore or Big Bear (on the 10 freeway.)

3/10/01 Directions for some task for a bunch of young girls. They pick up dog turds first. I tell them to throw it down. My medicine bag of rocks falls out of a hole in my pocket. I keep changing weight as I walk and my clothes keep changing. Pants get too tight, levi vest, boots on my feet when I step off curbs. My age seems to be changing. I tell the girls that this is remote viewing, which can be at any age and location. I'm wearing a crown of Christmas tree lights plugged in in the rain, dangerous. The secretary tells Northrop to change the circuit breakers to half on the fly traps for the donuts.

3/11/01 Woman says she had indigestion for months and wrote it down in a notebook and it went away. Nothing could stop these stories. River I'm crossing - flood over bridge. Voice says, "you can't question nobody."

3/10/01 Quality Assurance meeting. The men say to bring my next spouse too if I ever have one to sit by them. They think I'm a man. I type out several examples of ways of healing on the website. They roll up like scrolls. Santa jogging without his shirt behind his sled.

3/16/01 Give back what you get repeated and written on a board. I have two husbands. I see them at the bank and they both have new blond wives. One's wife is matronly looking and the other one is nude and looks like a Barbie doll. I hear him ask her if she wants to spend the night. This pisses me off and I never let him forget it through the whole dream. He introduces us and says, "this is my wife," I hug the Barbie doll and rip off her clothes. Then I'm in a house and he comes home and I'm still pissed and he says I've been nervous so he'll just watch TV. I start crying and can't breathe and he says they'll just send us to a place where they don't care if you cry. Then we are in a cheap apt building and I continue questioning him. At first he has the names of women written all over his face in pencil, but when I look at them they get erased. He says he went to a party with a blond publicist but gradually became less and less popular. I get so angry I stab him with the pencil and then leave to cool down. Out there I find a room with a metal door that is the door to Hell. I open it and five people leave - look like shadows. I return down the hallway to our room and there are notes on the door to me and a bottle of champagne. I gather them up and go inside. I'm not mad anymore. There's a blond girl in a wheelchair and a man selling a computer when a man in a nice suit comes in and says he's Contranista and is going to send everyone to their makers. I look over his shoulder and he has a gun in a book wrapped in a cloth. He looks right at me and says he's going to put an end to my meaningless life and psychic abilities. I grab him and choke him like the Gracie technique of Brazilian martial arts i read in the newspaper. It works and one man gets a plastic bag to help me hide the body but it is a grocery bag and is too small. He says maybe it'll look like suicide. [3/23/01 beach police arrest Mexican Mafia member who told hostages that he was going to shoot a woman's knees for getting his friend 25-life.", has .44 and latex and cotton gloves.]