This is a series of vignettes from a few dreams I had over the last two nights each on its own didn’t seem worth journaling but as a group may offer some insight.
The first dream which I hesitate to even call a dream because it was simply messages or affirmations that kept repeating over and over and over again. Everything shown me was very exact, bound, deliberate, and determinative. My fate or the results was crystal clear. There could only be one outcome only one conclusion. There was no ambiguity. I’m sure there were images in my mind but they were not moving more like pictures or a report or summation of results. What was shown me was not important. What was important was the results. I didn’t retain any of the images I simply retained the message. I somehow knew it had to do with the baby and what my life would become. The result of my life felt very good. There was conviction and power conveyed in the messages. When I woke up, I remember feeling very good about what I’ve accomplished in life. It was similar to the feeling when you achieved a high score on a test.
The next day I had a similar dream. I am given a grade a report card which reads, 444. In the dream the grade is given to me for having dog sat for my friend Stephen. I am staying at his house. I remember taking the dog out for a walk and coming back to the house and noticing the dogs feet were a bit dirty but thinking to myself dogs are supposed to have muddy paws. I remember looking around Stephens house and seeing him in his room asleep. I walk into the living room with the dog and notice there are 3 pianos in the room. I think I can choose to play any one of these. Stephen wakes up and explains the grading system to me. He says, the grade is determined by how well I walk the dog.
In the morning when I woke up, I’n my minds eye I could see two young men on bicycles. One trailing the other close behind. As the peddled they each would put there head down periodically such that I could only see their hair. I remember thinking I wish they would look at me and then they did.
Above all, when you see number 444 repeatedly, the Universe wants you to know that whatever you’re going through, you’re going to be okay. Just remember that your guardian angel was assigned to protect you in all ways – so hold on and persevere, follow your inner compass that points toward the light, and you’ll get through this safely. That’s a promise.
Last night’s was very much like the Baghdaddy dream I had the previous night in that it felt so real I was sure I was not dreaming. Even though there are things happening that are not possible in the real world I somehow was so convinced it was in fact real.
In the dream, I am with my MKP Brothers attending an event at a hotel. The night is quite festive. There is even a drag show where some guests are naked. I want to join in the festivities because it looks like everyone is having a roaring great time. I proceed to take off my clothes and drop them off on the bed. The night proceeds where we are having such a good time. I next find myself in a conga line to enter a dance hall where the drag performance is to take place. A person is collecting tickets to enter. I’m told since I don’t have a ticket simply pull one out of the box where she is collecting the tickets and put it back in. I do exactly that. The person collecting tickets waves me on into the event.
The drag show is sensational. The colors and music and festivities are so captivating. The energy here is simply intoxicating so much it causes me to loose track of time or whereabouts. After a long night of party, I decide it is time to return to gather my cloths but I can’t remember where the room is or in whose name the room is registered. My wallet, phone and identification are with my clothes. My consciousness in a moment of full awareness floats over the city trying to pin down where the hotel room is located. My awareness returns to my body and I decide to leave the dance hall through the exit door.
The door places me in the lower level concourse of the building with no sense of direction I simply start walking toward whence I came. I think to ask someone on the hotel staff to assist me but I don’t even know the name under which the reservation is held. I simply walk and eventually my inner counsel guides me to the place where I laid my cloths but my cloths are no longer there. I can see where they once laid an etheric impression of where my clothes lay. I pick up the cell phone and notice it only has one bar and 10% power remaining. I am going to have to find my way home on my own.
I now find myself on a street. I decide to start walking, any direction will do. I come to a cull-de-sac and decide to cut through the houses assuming there is short cut between the houses. I come to a short wall and look over the wall. It is a manageable jump should I choose to take it. The homes are closing in on me allowing me very little space to maneuver. I peak over the wall once again and notice it is about 11 feet high now a much more deadly jump. I pause and complain inwardly to the dream for changing things on me. I am now in a tiny alleyway between the two houses pinned in with nowhere to go. The windows and doors are now faux windows leading nowhere. The doors don’t even open. With no more options except to jump over the wall a door opens and in walks a young man. He is one of the men from the drag show. He is no longer in drag but I can still see some feminine qualities to him remaining. I ask myself how is it that he was able to open a door. While the door is open, I can see beyond the door at all the possibilities waiting just beyond the door.
The door closes with both of us now confined in this small space I decide we should look for things to do to make ourselves useful given we have no choice but to exist here. The space begins expanding showing the makings of a swimming pool. It needs cleaning and construction to bring it up to a point of swimming. A courtyard proceeds to unfold. There is a birdcage that now hangs from the eves of the house in which a small iguana and hamster live. Both seem to be friendly with one another. A small yellow finch flies into the cage. The slats are wide enough to allow the finch to fly in and out with ease. The bird doesn’t seem to be worried about the iguana. They all seem to cohabitate harmoniously together.
I poke my finger in the cage to pet the yellow finch. It allows me to pet it’s head then passes through the cage to perch on my finger. I have completely forgotten that I am confined in this space when I hear a Godly voice say, “Only I open doors, believe in me.” The iguana and the hamster are now personified as people living in the cage. I tell them I believe because God has opened doors for me. The iguana looks at me with one eye half closed. I can read his mind. I tell him not to worry, he need only open both eyes and believe.
~~~ DREAM ENDS
It reminded me of the BaghDaddy dream because of how real it felt to be there and how long it was taking. The dream seemed to not want to end when I was lost and trapped not knowing how to return home. The dream would simply not end. Confronted with the realization, This is my reality, I looked for new possibilities. I looked for things to do and create to make use of myself in this tiny space. I loved loved loved loved the ending. Out of nowhere comes the voice of God. I just need humble myself and ask for help and believe he/she will open doors. I also loved the play on words. I guess all I have to do is trust in my inner voice.
The Guardian: The birth of Baghdad was a landmark for world civilization.
January 5th, 2019
I had a very bizarre dream last night could be as a result of having a terrible cough. The dream goes like this: I’m attending a theatrical performance. A tragic drama. I’m not so much scared at first because after all it is simply a reenactment. I can see how the scenes play out and how the props are positioned for the show. A part of me seems familiar with the story line as if I’ve seen it before but it feels live now.
On a side bar, my neighbor and I applied to be extras in the performance for extra money. Both of us were selected to be audience participants along with a third friend who I am sitting with. The theatre is dark so I call out to my neighbor Janell and she responds. She is sitting in a separate section of the audience.
The performance begins. It is a story similar to the Wizard of Oz where everyone feared the Wizard. They show us how the Wizard’s face is illuminated on stage. The actors are given a drug to induce an altered state of consciousness during the performance. The drug projects their inner world, their fears and aspirations, onto the stage for all to see.
Once it begins I am somehow sucked into the drama, yet a part of me is aware I might possibly be in a dream or at least I have asked myself the question. The drama is so moving I am swept up in it and loose myself in the experience.
I now find myself on stage playing out a scene where I am at home looking out my kitchen window and notice the Venetian blinds are broken. I suspect my neighbor Evelyn has something to do with it. I wonder if I am actually at her house because I don’t recall a window in my kitchen. Considering they are broken, I pull the blinds off the window. We are now sitting around the kitchen table talking about the performance as if it had passed, yet the effects of the performance are still present. As I look around the room beyond the boundaries of the kitchen I notice it is not actually a kitchen we are in some kind of barn or circular enclosure something similar to where you might heard horses around a circular track to show them. I am told we are actually in Baghdad and we need to secure passage back to the US. I am confused how in the F.. did we get to Baghdad. I tell them this makes no sense. They explain the performance took place in Baghdad and that’s how we arrived here.
Someone passes out credit cards with pictures of people on them. They are credentialed cards which we are told to take them and make them our own. Again I complain, this makes no sense. I then ask what am I to do with my dog? They respond that dogs are not allowed passage to which I say well then I’m not going without him. The person motions to me to simply ignore the dog. So I place my dog butters under my shirt as if I were pregnant. I mutter to myself, “I’m sure they will figure this out.”
Next I’m told that we have to each take a bride. Escorting a line of young women who look way too young to be brides to me. Each one is already pregnant. We are told the children need homes and therefor we are to marry them and secure safe passage back to the US for ourselves and the bride we are trying to help. This is a humanitarian effort to help the women with children.
I am presented with a young girl with long curly brown hair and golden highlights. Her hair is messy as the living conditions here are not ideal for proper grooming of a young lady. I’m told to secure safe passage for her and her child to be. Again I’m thinking this makes no sense. If this is a dream why does it look so real to me? I am curious to see outside the circular barn we are confined in. Looking across the room I can see between the shutters across the way a sign reads vertically, “TOVR.”
I think to myself, this is too real I’m getting up. With that thought I awoke from the dream.
~~~~DREAM ENDS
Extremely bizarre dream because it felt so real. I remember being in the dream and asking if this is a dream why won’t it end. When I woke, I didn’t know whether to wright it off as a cough sick mind hallucination or something I should actually journal. I’m glad I did because it was only after I journaled it that things started to make sense to me. I’ll reserve some of the interpretation to my private musing but will say it rang true on many levels. Especially when I searched for an image. I wanted something circular related to Baghdad. I simply did a Google search for Baghdad. Half way down the page I came across this circular image. From the thumbnail, I couldn’t tell much about the image other than it generally resonated with my dream. Once I clicked through and saw the article from The Guardian which is something I was asked to be for the bride and child in the dream but amazingly it also was about the birth of baghdad. Obviously and most likely a play on words Bag Dad.
Another striking ah ha moment was the word TOVR. I was sure the word was nonsense. Simply ramblings of the mind but I pulled it up on Wikipedia and found some clues to the riddle.
Tobar or Tovar, a Spanish village ruled by the Tovar family in the Middle-Ages, place of origin of the Tovar surname. Tobar is located in a valley, surrounded of small hills, the Hormazuela river crosses the village from north to south.
The economy is based on agricultural farmers, mainly cultivating cereals, wheat and barley. The soil has lots of lime, but is very fertile, providing good harvests most years.
Tobar has a continental climate, very cold in winter and very hot in summer. The minimum temperature in winter can get to -10 °C; in summer the temperature can get to 35 or 40 °C, but summer evenings are cold, getting sometimes to 10 C°.
Tovar, a fictional character from The Strangerhood
Tovar is the token ethnic minority of the group. He has a very strong and silly accent, and tends to be absent-minded, which leads to problems like leaving the stove on and having it catch on fire. Like Wade, Tovar is not the most intelligent member of the group. He also tends to refer to himself in the third person. He claims he has a twin named Tobar, and that being sexy is a crime in his country. It is revealed in episode 17 that the real Tovar was split into two people during the time travel process, creating one that was “pure evil”, and the other “pure moron” (this being the Tovar shown most in the series). Like Evil Tovar, his final fate is unknown, although the 17th episode suggests that his DNA would be liquified and drunk by Catherine, Dutchmiller and Scientist Sam, who stayed on Strangerhood Lane. All that is known of Evil Tovar is that he was sent to his “original time” which apparently is Wall Street, New York 1929, making it possible he started the Great Depression. Tovar reappears in Season 2, having become a Time God and “helping” keep the timeline safe by lighting things on fire along with the Gnomes. Tovar seals Wade’s new Strangerhood away from time because it will ruin time, but after Wade promises not to create his Strangerhood, Tovar allows everyone to leave.
In last night’s dream I find myself between two gates. I know where I am trying to go but believe I can take a short cut through one of the gates. I walk through and realize it’s the wrong gate. This side is a prison where all the men where jeans shirts and pants with black trim. I attempt to return through the gate but am denied access. I am asked for identification. I check my back pocket and don’t seem to have it with me. The guard tells me I must be a prisoner and now have to prove myself.
Feeling frustrated in not being able to get where I’m going I decide to resort to my gift of flight. I can fly but I can’t seem to fly high enough to overcome the height of the wall. I decide to walk and find my way. I come across a room that is hosting exhibits. I pass by the first and second exhibit finding them extremely interesting. I wish I had time to study them. I march on coming up on the 3rd exhibit. This one is one of numerology. I pause a bit longer as this exhibit is quite interesting. It foretells the future through numerology but who’s future? It occurs to me that the previous exhibits were also an attempt to foretell the future. I seem to have the images still in my mind. I’m becoming ever more frustrated wanting to solve the puzzle of what is being foretold and trying hard to get to my desired destination.
I continue walking coming across yet another exhibit. In this final exhibit I seem to be part of it much like a pawn. I am so frustrated because now I want to return to the other exhibits to study them further. Feeling I’ll never achieve my mission, I stop the dream and complain about the manner in which I must guess at what the dream is showing me. I’m tired of guessing. I refuse to do this any longer. I’m done!
I am now standing in front of a brick wall. On one side I see the words, I IN and on the other it says, I OUT. Mustering all the energy I can, I turn inward wrestling to free myself, I summon all the power I can. I suddenly see a bust of energy erupting in pink, blue and white confetti. I am suddenly flying.
