This morning I barely recall my dream. I was hosing my car out front. The car was parked on the right driveway, near the garden hose.
For whatever reason, I left my blue roller cart on the landscape section of ginger rocks, nearest the shared fence of that crazy/stupid neighbour living next door to us.
Suddenly, I saw Loca Lolita rummaging through my cart! The top lid was already open and she took at least two items. I wanted and had the urge to run over and grab my stolen items but I was took busy hosing my car and too shock to move.
One item was the white-coloured chair, which I use for sitting on front of my laptop upstairs. I forgot what the other items were. Oh, I recall her taking my small plastic beauty supply case! Skye took other stuff.
She was reaching over the Montgomery Ward chain link fence to get my stuff. My cart was facing towards her mailbox pointing camera. And then she went inside her opened garage.
In this next scene, I wanted to get my stuff from inside her garage. I was already on the right side of the driveway and faced the garage, intending to go inside.
I heard disapproval from my parents. I heard Dad tell me not to go inside the opened garage, which was mostly empty.
For whatever reason, my parents were nearby the chain link fence. I can’t recall if they were sitting on chairs.
I do recall Loca Lolita as a midget with smallish head. I felt sorry for her. I can’t recall if we told the freak that we loved her.
I saw her later as a smallish infant with smallish head. She was being cradled and resting assured with my parents.
I can’t recall if she was in between my parents or if she was crying held by either one of them.
Then I awoke. In reality, she can be dead.
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