This dream left me feeling sick, my body aching. I was trying desperately to move out of 1411 Girard. Mark and Lori had already moved into the house and were messing with my stuff, and saying rude things. Lori (who wasn't physically the real lori, but a fat older later, who was very bullying and mean) was picking up my daughters stuffed animals and petting them. I told her to put them down, because she was getting lead on them. Ephraim was there to help me move. I was angry because I felt like I was wasting his time, but was arguing with Lori. I told her to leave, and she told my I hadn't paid rent. I walked out on the front porch, so angry, I was yelling. There were about a hundred neighbors out in the street. I yelled about how Lori had poisoned my kids with lead, and and not apologized, and put my family into a hard place, and now she was trying to get lead on their stuffed animals. I went back inside. Ephraim and I went upstairs to start moving stuff.... there was so much stuff, it was overwhelming ( IT wasn't really the layout of 1411). Suddenly I heard yelling down on the street. Lori had been arguing with the neighbors and now some woman was in her face yelling at her. We went to the window. There was a mob formed. The woman was fat, and hit Lori in the head a couple of times, Lori went down. Another guy started kicking Lori. really hard. I though, he is going to kill her. I started yelling out the window, and simultaneously trying to dial 911 on the phone. A white guy got into the middle of the mob, to protect Lori, and after holding them back for a second, the mob rushed him to. It was the full on expression of anger and frustration against the oppressors, or the symbol of oppression. I fumbled with the phone trying again and again to dial 911. Ephraim looked on. I ran downstairs and tried to lock the front door. Someone was trying to unlock it from the other side. I held the dead bolt, but then they walked around to the other side of the room and could see me. I finally surrendered and let them in. It was 2 guys, a woman and her son. They seemed to be high on something. I took them upstairs to my bedroom, pretending to be friendly, but wondering what they were going to do. My music studio was there. It was to vintage for them to want to steal, so they sat down on the floor... The son started playing my keyboard, and it sounded really good. I was amazed how good my set up sounded, and how well it worked. I felt horrible that I had incited the mob violence. I wondered if that was a crime. I hear people downstairs. I went downstairs and Alex Rand was there dressed in his army surplus pants and a black hoodie, and gave me a huge bear hug. The rest of the Capoeiristas were behind him. They had come to help me move. I felt a huge sense of relief. Genje had brought blankets for my kids because he heard that ours were lead tainted. I looked around the house, there was so much to move. Nothing was packed.
I woke up.
Earlier I had been playing with my daughters in the "basement" of my parents house (not the real basement). Aima had smacked her head on the door frame and I was worried about her. Ben was at the house and had a stomache virus. I was worried about him and didn't want him to get the kids sick.
Both dreams were filled with an overwhelming tension, and resistance.
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