I had asked for some sign about whether I was doing the right thing in my life:

I was some sort of cop or security guard and I was watching a public complex and one guy on my force was a tall black man that I thought was a friend. He had followed two elderly people into the complex and robbed them. He ran out and I chased him thru the complex. I kept taking shortcuts that I knew but couldn’t get close enough. I even slid down a cement ramp next to an escalator on my feet which bought me a couple seconds but I was still behind him. I was thinking of yelling that he’d stolen my wallet. I couldn’t quite catch him.

I was out in my front yard (fictitious home) looking 2 or 3 doors down, and there was a large tree that was missing its branches. On top was a huge nest and an even larger raptor. I was like a cross between and eagle and a hawk. I watched it fly away to catch some prey and come back and feed to smaller birds. I was really curious and wanted to get closer. Inside my own house was Halloween party and people were dressed up in black and white costumes. I walked thru the neighbor’s yard which isn’t something I would normally do. They had a lot of junk in their yard. There were rivulets of water running thru the yard near the tree. As I got closer to the nest, I could the feathers of one bird spread out like a fan and they had a red stripe along the tips with yellow on the ends. The main bird flew down into the yard where I was and it didn’t see me, but I saw turn into a short man. I approached him and told him how incredible the bird in his front yard was. Another friend of mine walked up. The bird man was young, late teens or early twenties. He invited us into his back yard and there were two women who briefly came out to greet us. One was obviously his mother, the other his sister, tho she was a black woman, very heavy set and didn’t resemble him at all. I started asking questions about the bird that he seemed uneasy to answer. There was this parallel to me and the guy with me being Nick and Hank from Grimm and we didn’t want to let him know that we knew about him. The more I talked to him, there was water rising in the yard that was turning into deep rivulets. I asked him about that too but he acted like he didn’t seem to notice but was obviously nervous. His sister came out and made a sinister grimace. The bird man said something about needing to watch my kid and turned into the bird and flew off. I realized that my son was back at the house at the party and he would obviously open the door for someone in costume so I ran out of the back yard and to my home. The bird man landed on the porch, rang the door bell, got my son to come out, then grabbed him and flew away with him.

I’m standing in my back yard with Karen. We had built a large fire in a deeper part of the yard with a large pool or water right next to it. The fire would heat the water for soaking. While we were standing there talking, I looked up into the sky above where the fire and water were, and saw a huge pink geometric shape like a cut stone with beveled edges and angled corners. Below is was a much smaller one. It was beautiful and I commented excitedly to Karen and she responded, “Haven’t you ever seen one of those before?” She walked over to it but I wanted to get a picture and was looking for my camera. When I finally walked over to the water/fire, it had faded away. I watched Karen go into the water head first but the area she chose was really shallow and she was only a foot deep and made a big splash of white substance even tho the water wasn’t white. She finally crawled in and I called her Grace. A guy that was there said he wanted to show my something, so I walked over to a canopy and he had a large book. There was something about June 8, 1665 or so which was in interesting date. Suddenly the mandala appeared again, not quite as vivid as it was before, but beautiful just the same.

Thoughts: This the third dream with Karen in it. I don’t have a son, so who was that and why did the bird man want him? Two dreams with black people, after the other I had this week, more than coincidence. The home was not any I’ve ever lived in. It didn’t feel like Halloween.