April 2009 – Ruben Bailey

April 22, 2009

Cat Scratch Fever

I had a dream where my house is on fire and about to burn down. We have to evacuate immediately. I only have a minute or two to decide what of importance I might take with me. I immediately reach for my cat Sable and wrap him in a sheet because he is not an outdoor cat while at the same time instructing everyone in the house to “GET OUT.”

Once outside in all the commotion my cat Sable slips through my grip and runs off into the brush. He has seldom been loose outside the house and on the rare occasions that he has he has managed to find his way back home. I’m worried that if my house burns down there will be no place for him to return to. The neighbor lady is a cat lady. She has hundreds of cats that come to her front porch. As I walk past her home I notice all the cats are identical and more than that they all look exactly like my cat Sable. I can see into her living room where the television is tuned to the news station. They are showing coverage of my house burning. My niece Esther unknowingly arrives on the scene and is captured on camera. I’m surprised because she lives in California and has never been to the East Coast to visit me. What is she doing at my house unannounced? Clearly without a doubt that is her on the television screen in front of my house. I’ve got to go back to the house but first I have to get Sable.

Looking at the hundreds of cats on the porch I instinctively reach for one of the cats not even questioning whether I have the right cat or not. As I walk away with Sable in my arms. Looking into his eyes, I become aware that I have the ability to recognize my own kind.

April 20, 2009

Slide Rule of the Dead

I had a dream last night where I am given a slide rule that not only predicts the future but creates the future you wish to have. This slide rule is a prototype for instructional purposes to demonstrate that the concept is feasible. Oddly enough this slide rule is limited to the simple task of giving a shave. It creates a future shave on anyone you choose. I am highly skeptical of its ability. Frankly, I think the idea is absurd but it has my curiosity. I examine it carefully noting the slider and options provided on it for the degree of shave you wish to manifest. By moving the slider, I am able to affect the future. Knowing I’m not one to give myself a shave….I decide to set it to give me a shave at some future date. After moving the slider I place the slide rule down on my night stand and lay back down to sleep.

Moments later after I am supposedly fall back asleep in the dream I begin to feel pressure on the nape of my lower back. This can’t be possible, I’m thinking to myself. Did the device really work? The time is now for a shave. I try to move my arm behind my back to apprehend whatever force is touching my lower back but I am unable to move my arm. I am in sleep paralysis. Struggling to regain consciousness to verify the presence of this supernatural force against my lower back, I finally awaken from the dream but still unable to move completely paralyzed much like a false awakening but I know I am really awake.

There is a woman floating above my bed. She is an oriental woman with beautiful features and well defined ruby red lips. Her hair is pinned up like a china doll. “Who are you,” I ask mentally of her presence. Her presence floats over me in a diagonal direction from my lower right and up toward my right shoulder. Still struggling to regain control of my body my arm finally wakes up and becomes responsive. I move my arm slowly and intentionally in her direction painting a continuous circle with my index finger in the air around her face in a slow and persistent manner to get her attention and let he know I am aware of her presence….once again telepathically asking with stern emphasis, “WHO ARE YOU?” In response to my question she puckers and pinches her lips forward as to point in the direction of my night stand as if it somehow holds the answer to my question. Moments later she disappears.

I then rolled over and went back to sleep. The dream continued….this time the device I am given is a more advanced version with no limits to the possible outcomes of what the device can manipulate. This upgraded version has a tiny video screen where the sliding cursor is located. Impossible I’m thinking to myself as if the last one wasn’t bad enough. Yet a part of me wants to look into its window to see the future. I am very much aware that I am dreaming. I am aware that no harm can come to me by confronting my dream. I am aware of my previous dream and I am emphatically determined to find out where this all leads. I want answers from the depths of the collective consciousness.

Looking into the sliding cursor I can now perceive the future. It is an amazing experience. The beauty and power of this gift suddenly turns gruesome. With its power comes knowledge of darkness. I now see the decade bodies of the dead whose spirits are trapped desperately wanting to communicate but their bodies are no more. These are ancient civilizations forgotten and left to decay in darkness. In shock I woke up with the vivid image of a dead man impressed upon my mind.

I don’t often have nightmares but this one I would certainly classify as such. I don’t know how much of the dream was influenced by my day’s events. I did see a very disturbing movie earlier tonight, Crash High Voltage. It was rated B by Yahoo movies so I considered it a good pick. I was sorely disappointed in the movie. I considered walking out at several points in the movie but since I had gone with a friend I decided to stay. The amount of violence in the movie was very disturbing. I have to ask what kind of society have we become that movies like this receive B ratings.

So who was that woman and what on my night stand was she calling my attention to. On my night stand sits a lamp, my alarm clock, my cell phone, my wallet, my voice recorder for capturing dreams and in the drawer several my personal items including the remote control. At the base of my night stand are several about 5-7 spiritual books.

This one remains a mystery.

April 17, 2009

Gypsy Dance

Last night I had a dream where I am on the 3^rd floor of my house. The windows are open but the bamboo shades are down. I can feel a light breeze blowing through the room. I am desperately trying to clean out my living quarters to prepare myself for something that is about to happen. I am preparing for a major change in my life and I want my life and my house to be in perfect order to give me the best possible start. I have things laid out from my early life that no longer serve me. I am wrapping these things in old cloths and throwing them out the window. At the same time I am mentally working through my financial budget in my head. I am aware that I have 10 thousand dollars at my disposal and I am mulling over how to best apportion the money. My rational mind is telling me the last thing I want to do is buy a new car.

As I am hurriedly emptying my living quarters I notice I no longer have any cloths left with which to wrap my possessions. The only thing remaining are the bamboo shades which cover the windows and now look very old and extremely worn out. Considering their present condition they too need to be thrown out so I decide to pull them off the windows and use them to wrap the final remaining items.

Without the shades on the windows I now have a clear view of the wasteland just outside my house. I start to feel a sense of panic. Have I done something wrong? Have I thrown away something of value to me? My next thought is, “Where have I placed my mother? Have I thrown her out the window?” I lean over the window sill to visually scan the landscape below for signs of my mother. I can’t tell for sure. Everything I’ve wrapped looks like bodies to me. It is possible I’ve accidentally thrown my mother out. I then start looking around the house for my mother. The wave of panic now manifests as a large zebra skinned serpent. It is coiling itself around me. I can sense its incredible power. Angry, I am fighting it off me while frantically looking for my mother. I have half my focus on the serpent and half on finding my mother. Distracted by my mother I can’t tell which end of the serpent is closest to me…the head or the tail. Knowing the only way to effectively deal with the serpent is to confront it head on I turn to grab the serpent by the neck.

In the scuffle, I sat up in bed and woke up to find a man standing at the foot of my bed. His form was so dense I thought he might actually be a real man in my bedroom. He held his right arm out with his palm facing down and his body slightly bent forward. He wore a turban on his head and a flimsy shirt and baggy pants that were tight around his lower legs and a cloth tied around his waist. He looked just like a Gypsy. He was trying to communicate something to me but I could not hear his voice. I pointed at him fiercely saying you, you, you are the one who is preying on me. He stood there for a long time and would not disappear. I finally laid back down and ignored him but since I had to go to the restroom I angrily through the covers to the side and jumped out of bed. When I returned the man was finally gone.