This morning’s dream was so beautiful. I’ve never experienced anything like this. In the dream I had a false awakening where I believed I had been woken up by my cat. I couldn’t fall back asleep so I decide to go outside to see if I can see the sunrise. There is no real clear view of the sunrise from my house in waking life but in the false awakening I go outside. Across the street I see a field of grass. I believe it would offer me the best view of the sunrise. I cross the street. I can feel the cool blades of grass under my feet. Looking toward the sunrise the sky is still dark. As the sun peeks its head ever so slightly upon the horizon the sky bursts into a beautiful flaming red. I can see down to the Mall and all the monuments in DC including The Capital, The Washington Monument and the Lincoln. The sunlight reflects an the glass of the building and on the wet pavement something so bright I’ve never seen before.
I scuttle to position myself for the best view. I want to grab my camera because this is incredible. I am so captivated by the sun I am unable to act on my desire. Within no time, the sun is higher in the sky and the flaming reds give way to golden yellows and the blues of the sky. I am in utter awe of the beauty that is our earth and our National Monuments. Its a good day to be alive.
~~~~~ Dream Ends
With all the light shining in my eyes I awake to the realization that I wasn’t already awake. My alarm has yet to sound. I grab my phone to see the time and it is 7:40 am. I have 10 minutes of cuddle time with the dog and cats. I run to the bathroom and return to bed corralling the dog to snuggle with me. I immediately have a vision. I can see a person with shimmering light brown hair. I take in his or her facial features. I can’t seem to determine if it is a girl or a boy. The person is between 14 and 24 yrs old depending if he is a boy or a girl. The person is wearing bright yellow and green. The person is talking to me but I can’t hear a word. She stands at a 45 degree angle facing me as if she is getting ready to turn and walk away. I feel refreshed and renewed. I am inspired to access both my masculine and feminine. I feel connected to Gaia.
Last night’s dream was very bizarre and detailed. In the dream I have been frequenting the office building where I work. Day by day the scene changes just a little bit. The change is so slight it is unnoticeable except when I reflect back on the past and recall details no longer present. Everyday I go buy my danish and morning coffee from a small Korean market. On this morning, I again go buy my danish except the sum change over the many years hits me. As I reflect on the past, I perceive the overall change as significant. What is causing the change? I decide to do something different today.
Looking around I decide to follow the others about their morning business. I hop on a bus. The bus takes me up on a mountain to a remote location which is barely accessible. To hide from view I am camouflaged in the back of the bus with leather skins. I can hear the sound of the the animals who wore the skins. The passengers here are being taken hostage by a group of gorilla vandals and made to be slaves. I realize I have to do something to save these people. The gorillas are not yet aware of my presence since I am normally a creature of habit and would not have deviated from my morning routine they simply are not expecting me to be on this bus. I study my environment carefully and decide a course of action. I am unknown here it is almost as if I blend in to the scenery and am simply overlooked by their own force of habit. The gorillas simply do not notice me. I use this to my advantage.
I become lucid enough to know I am in an altered state and most likely dreaming. I decide to try some of my skills to manipulate the dream. I begin threading parts of the dream to alter the tracks slightly. This allows those who are enslaved here to notice a slight change but not large enough for it to be obvious to the gorillas. Those seeking hope can see the light and realize a new day is on the horizon. Little by little, I thread a parallel timeline. I divine a storyline where the Master Gorilla likes to be fed only one particular food his morning crescent. The gorillas seeing the new storyline give instructions to the slaves to make the crescents for the Master Gorilla. Over time the MG begins to gain weight and becomes obese all the while I continue threading the new storyline. The new story line allows the the slaves to enjoy a thanksgiving meal while the gorillas are given a ration beans. They have no awareness I have changed the storyline.
In time I create an opening big enough in the dream to fill with new possibilities. I breath in the vapors of the dream and it feels good. There is a sense of freedom. I am given a chair and a wooden staff. The chair sits on the track I created. The chair moves along the track and through the opening in the dream. I ride it home but on the way I ride past the Master Gorilla who I easily identify because he is very obese now. He is being held to the dream by only a few remaining threads. I take my staff and poke him with it once then twice. The second poke dislodges him from the dream completely. We are all free now.
My chair continues down the track as I return to my bed and I awake from the dream.
~~~~ DREAM ENDS
After my alarm rang I closed my eyes and immediately had a vision of a woman. I studied her features carefully. Her jaw line was thin and pointy. She had similar eyes to my family. She resembled my dad’s side of the family. I wondered if she was representing the female embryo’s. She spoke to me. I could see her lips moving and the expressions she made will speaking. She explained the gorilla dream on some deep level words are not able to describe. When she was done she gave a final blink of her eyes and vanished.
In this dream I am with someone and I invite him to have lunch with me at my old job. As I approach the glass door to enter the building it occurs to me I no longer work here. I wonder if the access code still works for the door and if they would know I entered the building. I try the code and to my surprise the door opens. I walk in but worry about inner access restrictions. I decide to offer him an alternate place to eat across the street at International Square.
We sit down to eat and after we are done I escort him to the metro but he tells me he does not have a metro card. I take him to a vending machine which sells postage stamps. He places his money in the machine and pulls the lever for a stamp. The stamp is returned by the vending machine. It is reads 30 cents. Unsure if this is sufficient to ride the metro, I suggest he try his luck with it. He appears willing to do so.
The cat woke me up so I took advantage of the moment to take a pee break. Upon returning I closed my eyes and immediately had a vision. I am seeing 4 children around the age of 7. All are lined up facing me stooping slightly as if to peer into my life. My attention immediately awakens to the thought one of these young peeps might be OB and if one is OB then the others must be the MBs who are on ice. The first child comes in for a closer look. He has light straight light brown hair with his bangs touching his eye browse. I can see him clear as day. My heart warms with the thought of OB.
Last night’s dream was very touching for several reasons. I have been feeling very lonely lately and isolated. Even though I have people I know around me there are far and few I can call good friends. My heart yearns for deep connections. In the dream I am at work. My old boss BMo who I worked under for 20 yrs gives me and my team a project to work on. There are many parts to this project which have to come together just right. I have completed my tasks and am waiting on the rest to complete theirs. My boss wants to view the outputs to the project so he can review them. I can see my completed tasks on my phone but I am trying to figure out how I can get it from my phone to where he can see them. I decide to print it which I do but then I realize I do not have a print driver on my cell phone. I then try to create a PDF of the document. It is proving very challenging to transfer the information but I manage to get the information to my boss.
A co-worker is sitting at his computer and asks if I can help him retrieve some data off a hard drive. He has several hard drives taped together with black duck tape possibly to conceal the data. He point to the area beneath the tape where he believes the data is stored. We have to get the data without removing the tape. Jokingly I ask, “Why did you secure it with duck tape? Is it your porn collection?” He simply laughs and grabs my hand to hold it. I sense from his touch he is wanting an excuse to have physical contact with me. I am confused because I know him to be a straight man.
He holds my hand for an extended amount of time not wanting to release it. We work on accessing his data. Feeling more and more comfortable with him holding my hand I stand behind him and place my other hand on his neck. I can feel the little hairs on the back of his neck. My body fills with emotion and a sense of longing. As our final act he gets up and thanks me. As he gets up, I release my grip on his shoulder and my hand slides gently along his chest. I can feel his heart beat and a sense of a warmth pulsating deep within.
Our team project is complete with the help of our team mates. I can see my boss’s sense of satisfaction for a job well done.
~~~~~ DREAM ENDS
I felt so good after waking up. A part of me felt like God or the Universe feels my pain and wants to comfort me by giving me what I need even if it is just in a dream. The is not to belittle the effects of the dream because they feel so real to me. I woke up feeling cuddled and hugged.
I went on my search for a picture to go with the dream and came across this one which is so perfectly suited for the dream. The article “How a Lack of Touch is Destroying Men” so perfectly hit the nail on the head. It is a must read and so applicable to me and my situation now since I am expecting a baby and since I will be a stay at home dad raising my little one I can take the opportunity to teach the value of touch. It is also reassuring for me to know how much I too will receive from the experience of being a parent.
Sometimes the synchronicity of the message in the article that is perfectly suited for where I am and what I need today makes me feel like the Universe is responding directly to my need. How wonderful is that?
I had a night full of dreams. During the night I remember thinking this is too much I can’t journal all this so I decided I would not journal anything. Instead, I would simply enjoy the dream.
In one of the dreams, I am looking for someone to watch my dog for the weekend. I respond to an ad in the classified. The gentleman who answers the ad seems like a nice guy. I immediately decide on letting him watch my house. I leave without a care in the world knowing my dog and house will be taken care of.
Upon my return he tells me he decided to rent a new apartment under my name and move all my things. I have only been gone 3 days. He has also taken on a roommate or partner. I am angry and confront him about this. First of all, I want to know where my dog is. I look for him in every room but he is nowhere to be found. He tells me the dog is in the cage outside. OUTSIDE?!? I am fuming mad. I never leave my dog outside. I head outside to look for him. I can see the cage but I do not see Butters anywhere. I call to him. I rush back in to continue venting my disapproval of his actions. He tells me it is too late he has already moved my things. I tell him sorry this is not how you do things. I don’t live here. I threaten to report him to the management for using my name.
Wanting to find my dog. I rush back outside and continue calling out to my dog. “Butters, Butters where are you?” The apartment units are all interconnected with one exiting and immediately entering another or entering a shared space between the units. I become confused not knowing which unit is the one came from? I examine the doors and can distinguish the inside from the outside. I walk out to a common area where they have communal lounge chairs. People are relaxing on the lounge chairs. Some are in communal areas and some are in private units. I call out to Butters again and finally he comes to me. I gather his leash and his cage and proceed to put everything in my car to leave.
I wonder where the management office might be. I would also like to retain details on the unit he rented so I can properly identify and report the situation. I decide to look in a desk drawer. Inside the drawer I see personalized sheets of stamps he has ordered from the post office. The stamps are the type you peel and stick. Each stamp is white with a simple logo with gold lettering. The lettering reads. Care.Com. I wonder how can he be a caring person and have stolen my identity.
Once in the car I see a guard in the parking lot. He also sees me. I want him to know I am not some dazed dreamer. I want him to know I move with intent within my dream. I decide to get out of the car and look in the trunk. The car I am driving is a convertible. I loosen the top and retract it for the ride. Once again I pause to look at him and sit back down in the drivers seat. It occurs to me I don’t know where I am going. Struggling to access my waking memory…..I dig deep within me for my address. I affirm to myself, “I know my address!” I struggle to call it up from waking life. I can see my street in my mind. I plot a destination. MY ADDRESS IS <STREET NAME>.
Tonight I was pretty tired and considering the night was very cold I decided to stay home. While watching TV I fell into a dream. During the dream, I can still hear the TV because the program I’m watching is very interesting. It is a MUFON series called Hanger 1: The UFO Files. The dream feels like a continuation of last night’s dream. I feel like I am being tested and challenged. Things are happening and I am confused about my reality. The dream seems so real. I want them to know I am not asleep. I have control of my environment. I struggle to control what I am experiencing in the dream by engaging with it in ways my conscious mind is choosing. In one scene in the dream, I am in my apartment laying in bed like I am in real life. I can see my bed and my night stand. I get up to look out the window to see if I recognize where my dream apartment is located. Looking out the window, I immediately recognize I am at Belmont High School in Los Angeles but this Belmont is on another planet. I recognize it even thought it is not exactly the Belmont I once attended in the City of Angels. There is a very strong knowing I am at Belmont. The window I am looking out of looks like it is made of a natural stone or masonry. For a moment, I feel this is so real. I am still paying attention to the television in the background which is also playing in the dream. I am really here. I open the front door to go outside to physically read the name on the building. The minute I step outside the apartment the name on the building is instantly obscured from my vision making it impossible for me to read the name. I think to myself, it figures I am in a dream.
I go back inside and lay on the bed to continue watching the TV program. I am aware of women who live with me. I can not see their faces but I know they are in the house. I see a duffel bag float by my real life bed. I can somehow still perceive my waking life within the dream. Again I want the dream to know I am awake so I reach out and grab the duffle back by the straps. I am struggling to get up out of bed to see what is in the duffle bag. I can still hear TV in my waking life but can not seem to raise myself up out of the dream.
Alas! I awake.
~~~~ DREAM ENDS
I quickly journaled this before going to bed and stopped the television series to pick it up tomorrow.
The next day I sat down to continue watching the MUFON series Hangar 1. I had just finished episode 5 and started episode 6. Half way through the episode they introduced a case the occurred in Belmont, New Hampshire. What are the odds of my dreaming about Belmont and the next episode having been about Belmont? Had I continued last night it would have been a far greater coincidence. I can flag this one as a precognitive dream.
Last night’s dream I wasn’t wanting to journal it. I remember waking up in the middle of the night from the dream and consciously deciding I don’t like this dream so I didn’t record it. However, this morning I still remember all the details so here it is.
In the dream, I am part of a space program on the International Space Station. However, it is much larger than the small one that orbits earth. On the space station everyone is aware of aliens. There are competing agendas in space but for the most part organizations seem to get along except…. the US and the Russians. On the surface it looks like we get along because we are both from Earth but in reality there is a plot to kill someone. They have created alliances with a malevolent alien group. Passage between the US area and the Russian area is strictly monitored. On this day, we are asked to do a medical mission to the Russian side. I am traveling with about 7 people. The gates that allow you to cross are owned by each government. We are in a hurry so I line up to go through the Russian gates even though I am not Russian. Once on the other side I have a deja-vu. I recognize this space and I know what is about to happen. There is a plot to kill the doctor by sabotaging the train she is on. I fear for our lives. Once on the other side, there are many people passing through with their credentials. The Doctor rides on the tram before me. Something she is wearing gets caught in the mechanical parts of the train aas the car turns she is swallowed up and killed. I am watching this not believing my eyes. The Russians claim it is an accident. The next car goes through I am in the car. I believe this is the end of my life. Something in me tells me I have to pee. Instantly I become lucid. As the car is moving I decide to modify the tracks. It is after all my dream. Where the track would have swallowed me up I create an opening in my mind through which the track may diverge.
I am wearing a primitive life vest which has little inflatable wings attached to it. The wings seem to be more decorative than functional. The wings remind me I can fly. I realize this is the first time I’ve learned I can fly. It is as if time has shifted. I play out the first time I flew. I am experiencing how it was to fly with the confidence of knowing I’ve always been able to fly. I take off like a rocket. I am flying over black waters in outer space. One thing new is I don’t have a sense of direction. I have managed to break free. I wake up needing to pee. After returning from the bathroom, I lay back down and close my eyes. I find myself in a hallway where I am welcomed by three men. I focus on the guy in the middle. He has distinctively American features and is clean shaven. I ask myself, “When will my dreams catch up with my bearded fetish.” None the less, there is something about his look that feels welcoming. He greets me and asks where did I take off to. So I answer…”I had to pee.” He then opens the door and I am returned to the scene before the Doctor went through the passage and is killed.
Now feeling relieved of my bladder I watch. She gets in and the train begins to roll down the track. Again she is swallowed up. Again the Russian try to play it off as an accident but as soon as they do a ripple in the timeline is felt and she reemerges with a baby blue life vest on and the little wings similar to the ones I was wearing when I went to the bathroom. Now the Russians are exposed for the truth. She is saved and still lives.
~~~~ DREAM ENDS
I struggled to find an image to go with the dream. Then I ran across this one with the three astronauts and it reminded me of the three men who met me when I returned from the bathroom. The one in the middle looks very similar to the guy who was in the middle with a very welcoming look.
I’m not sure why I didn’t want to journal this. I think it is because I don’t like violence. I hate all the violence in movies.
Last night’s dreams were very interesting. When I first went to bed and started falling asleep I had a short intro dream. I wasn’t quite asleep when in front of my eyes passed a small pyramid. It paused for about 20 seconds in front of my eyes long enough for me to examine and take note of the object. Although it was a basic pyramid, it did have an unusual characteristic in that it’s sides were bloated and it’s points were pinched as it it was constructed with spheres. It’s color was a creamy purple. As it started to move passed my field of vision my spirit body sprang into action and immediately got up out of bed and followed it.
I follow the purple pyramid to a house. I am standing outside an open window. The house is dimly lit by a candle. The light illuminates a picture frame hanging on a wall. I recognize the frame as one which hung in my mom’s house. It is a picture of my grandfather and my two uncles who are now deceased. I attempt to focus in on the image to make sure it is the same one. The image is somewhat obfuscated by the glass through which I must perceive it. The faces in the image fade in an out.
A man stands in the corner of the room. He notices me looking through the window. He hides in the corner to cover his naked body. I ask myself could this be my mom’s house? I instantly hear my mother and father call to me as if she were on the telephone. She asks, “Me llamas?’ I am surprised the voice is exactly that of my mother. It can be no other person. I ask if she can hear me to which both my mom and my dad respond, “Claro que podemos escucharte!” Hearing my dads voice EXACTLY as I remember it I know it is them. I want to hear more but can not come up with a question to ask. I want a good question but I am tongue tied. My mom perceiving I am dumbfounded offers a few words. She says, “Estamos muy bien y estamos contigo.”
I am jarred awake by the experience almost as if I was pushed to wake up so I would remember their words. I recorded the details of the vision on my voice recorder and proceeded to go to the bathroom and returned to bed. I then had the following dream.
In the dream my life has become a play. In the play they find a vagabond man who is traveling the countryside. This man is in tattered clothing. He is the Hulk. He is bewildered because when he transforms into the Hulk he can’t remember all that he does when he is in character. When he is found along the roadside his is taken up by the cast of the play. The play is just now forming. Since he is disoriented he is easily swept up into the play and easily is made the main character. Life marches on for him in the play and he experiences many life events.
There are two showing a 7pm and a 9pm. The 7pm is the original with the 9pm being a repeat of the first except the 2nd show has a different man as the producer. The producer is not the same as the Hulk. I never really meet the producer of the first showing since when I arrived on the scene I am bewildered and confused and the cast has already been assembled. Some of the scenes from the first showing are changed slightly in the second and the Hulk who is me serves as an adviser to the play having first hand knowledge of the events. Some of the actors have very minor roles yet they have traveled great distances to be a part of the play. There is one scene which is probably the climax of the movie where the Hulk transforms. He is hiding under a covered wagon which conceals his transformation. The audience is just given a glimpse of his green form enough to experience is power. In the last scene he is laid to rest in the neighbors yard under the swimming pool.
~~~~ DREAM ENDS
I’ve never had a dream about the hulk and haven’t watched it recently so it is quite odd that I would dream of it. What did catch my attention in the dream was the muscles and strength the Hulk possessed yet at the same time a weakness. His vivid green color when transformed was very pronounced in the dream. When I did a search for images to comment on for the dream I found this one. I remembered a vision I had when I was waking up where I saw the face of a man with very bold features. He had similar facial features as I do. I remember wondering who is this man. The man disappeared and was followed by an automobile that drove by in the night. All I could see was the headlight approaching. I tracked the headlight musing about how bright the light was given my eyes were closed. It passed and was closely followed by a second car. I tracked it’s headlight as it passed musing again about it’s brightness.
What it all mean I may never know but I do feel very good having heard the voice of my mom and dad.
In last night’s dream two story lines are playing at the same time. I am at work and have given notice that I will be changing positions. As I’m ready to leave, I am having flashbacks reminiscing of the times I have spent here. In the flashbacks is where the story lines diverge. The story lines are my work and my home life with Joe. I am separating from both of them yet they share common elements.
I can see the work stations at the helpdesk where I sat for many years. There are two stations, plus one for the supervisor that is off to the side and an office with a door for the boss. I consider what my life would be like if I stay at this job. I’m looking to gather my computer equipment to take home with me but I seem to be missing my monitor. There is something I need to do on the computer before I leave and I am unable to visualize what that is without the monitor. My mind computes what needs to be done to separate myself from my ex Joe. I think back to the many days I spent in Miami. I am trying to gather my things and account for everything. The monitor was working when it was in Miami. I reconcile with the fact that during these last years I’ve not been with Joe so it seems an easy decision to part ways with him. I ask why didn’t it work? The thought comes to me it is neither here nor there but I am confident I will be able to access what I need without the monitor.
There is a little boy with me. He is having a slumber party with a friend of his who he is trying out as a sibling. I think he is considering whether he wants a sibling or not. He tells me it was fun for the first day but that the baby sleeps too much so we should leave and go on our way. Feeling this is an acceptable response I gather my things and ready myself to go.
I am now looking for my desk chair to take with me. I reminisce back to the day I first sat in this chair. We were making shoes, Santa’s shoes. We were deciding which souls to put in them. I can see the leather shoes Peter Jelen is stitching for me. (I met Peter at the Green Man Festival one year in Greenbelt and he made some shoes for me. I had him make the shoes with an ambigram of the word DNA. The letters were cursive and read the same right side up or upside down.) In the dream, I can see the red and green shoes he is stitching together. They are still without souls. I look around me for material suitable for the souls. I know the material needs to be durable and long lasting because their journey is long.
Last night’s dream was very sexually charged as I felt an incredible amount of energy emanating from my root chakra. In the dream someone offers me a credit card. He says with this card I can charge $15 dollars a month for the rest of my life. Many people around me take a card from him. He suggests as our first purchase we use the card to buy a ticket for a seat on his airplane. I proceed to buy a ticket but something doesn’t sit well with me. My conscience doesn’t allow me to buy a ticket using this credit card that I have no idea where it came from or who is paying for it. I decide instead to purchase the ticket with my own credit card. I am given a seat along with everyone else who bought tickets. The authorities come to arrest those who used the fraudulent cards. Since I purchased the ticket with my own credit card I am allowed to keep my seat. The flight is incredible. The seat feels like a bicycle seat that is tight in my groin area. I can feel the energy of the ride. It feels like pure passion. I am sexually aroused by the vibration emanating from the seat.
The seat takes me flying to incredible heights. It feels like an amusement park ride. I can hear the gears and chains clanging as I move through the area. After one ride I am allowed to decide my own course to plot. Like a bird I spring from a seated position and take off charting my own course through and around the buildings. The feeling is one of total elation. I LOVE THIS! Now fully lucid, I sit ready to ride again. I want to examine my surroundings and determine how this experience works. I see a stone on a wall which reminds me of scene from Indiana Jones. Somehow I know this stone controls something. I reach over and turn the stone. Immediately the chains and pulleys in the matrix start moving re-calibrating the dream. It reminded me of the dream Interstellar when the guy is in the bookcase. The experience is incredible.
I start to feel the need to pee but I don’t want to risk not being able to come back to this place. Once again from my seated position I take off in flight through the matrix and around the buildings. I move fearlessly through the many hairpin turns from incredible heights with amazing speed. Simply incredible.
I can not hold my bladder any longer. I look around thinking I will be right back. I get up and run to the bathroom. I made the mistake of turning on the lights and peeking out the window. 12 inches of snow fell last night. I sat down to pee closing my eyes. When done I raced out of the bathroom, turned off the lights and jumped back in bed. 10 minutes later my alarm rang. Oh well … time to shovel snow.