February 2019 – Ruben Bailey

February 26, 2019

Prince Harry’s Blue Parasol

February 26, 2019

This seems like an important dream. One element has repeated over the last 2 night’s although I didn’t have a chance to journal the earlier dream. In last night’s dream, I appear to be an elementary school teacher. One of my students is Prince Harry. He is so adorably cute with his red hair. Even though he is a child he already has a beautiful beard. He has specifically asked to be in my class therefore it is a huge honor for me and recognition of my teaching lessons which he is wanting to receive. We spend much time learning new things with all the other students in my class. Although I’m the teacher I seem to also be a participant with the students. We all have a shared purpose.

At the end of the semester the final project is for the class to participate in a parade. The kids ready themselves early and surprise me by giving me a pre-parade march. I can see them coming down the street twirling their baby blue parasols. (I am standing at the corner of Union and Miramar walking up toward my elementary school.)

On a side bar the part of the dream that repeated from the night before was my friend Luis was in my dream as one of my students. He didn’t have a big role in the dream I was simply aware he was there. I’ve not seen him in a long long time in real life. Same was true in the previous night. Again he didn’t seem to play a major role I simply knew he was there.

On another side bar….yesterday I took a nap after dinner. All of the sudden I woke myself up with a puff of air. I blew air out of my mouth just like my dad used to do to me when he would pass by me and blow a puff of air in my ear. Still in a twilight state, I quickly realized what happened and closed my eyes again. I immediately saw the face of a man. He looked just like my friend Luis which is also my dad’s name. He wore a baby blue fedora. He was talking to me very fast as if he had a lot to say to me and very little time in which to do it. Common with these type of visions I could see him talking but I heard nothing. At some level in my subconscious I felt the meaning and importance but I can not put it in words. The best I can say is it had something to do with my roots and how I can ground myself by returning to the beginning; the corner of Union and Miramar.

As I write this I just realized that is where the blue parasol parade took place. I was standing at the corner of Union and Miramar when the parade of children walk up to me twirling their baby blue parasols. As a kid I used to walk down Union Avenue to get to my elementary school. A girl named Nina used to live in that house lived at the house on Union and Miramar.

~~~~~~~ DREAM ENDS

Meaning of Nina: Nina is a feminine name with unclear etymology. … The name Nina may originate from the old Slavic word Ninati, meaning “dreamer” or “dream“. Other origins for the name Nina include – Serbian, Native American, Spanish, English, Croatian, and Indian. Also the Spanish word niña meaning “little girl”

Meaning of Miramar: Miramar is a place name of Portuguese and Spanish origin. It means “sea-view” or “sea sight” from mirar (“to look at, to watch”) and mar (“sea”).

Meaning of Union: act or instance of uniting or joining two or more things into one: such as
(1) : the formation of a single political unit from two or more separate and independent units
(2) : a uniting in marriage
also : sexual intercourse
(3) : the growing together of severed parts

February 19, 2019

Tom Soufer and the Millennium Falcon

February 19, 2019

Last night’s dream was very cool and futuristic. In the dream, I am on another planet where I have an Airbnb I am renting. The renters have invited additional guests. I knock on the door and enter the unit to count the number of guest. They are clearly well over the number specified on the reservation. While in the unit as I am counting heads, it becomes apparent the space is much larger than I remember it to be. For a moment I question myself why I have a limit on the number of occupants if the unit itself is so big. This is when I am keyed in to the fact I am on another planet and this is an alternate reality to my daily life. Curious enough, I am intimately familiar with everything here. I know the type of guests I service in this reality.

The guests quickly agree they have exceeded the limit as there are 50 or more individuals here. They start gathering their belongings and proceed to return to their ship. Their exit is unusual in that they are exiting through the walls. They simply become part of the wall as they leave. There is one iron door that looks like a submarine ship door. It has a 5 pointed star on it with a circle around it. The circle is blue on one side and pink on the other side. As each individual disappears into the wall the circle illuminates. Once all are gone, the entire wall disappears and I am now able to see through it. I can see a blue opal gemstone cut like a diamond with multiple facets suspended within a triangle. There are 3 of these triangles each with an opal inside floating off in the distance toward the mother ship. I am amazed. I sense what I am seeing is of the utmost importance.

Next I see their ship take off. It looks like AirForce 1 with the pale blue and white colors. As it turns the wings cut a line in the ground and I am able to see the back side of the ship as it departs. The back side reminds me of the Millennium Falcon from Star Wars.

As I was waking up I had the name of Tom Soufer. Not sure who he as I don’t know any Tom nor any Soufers, but I was talking to him. The name was so clear in my mind as if I was talking to him in real life.

February 18, 2019

Belle-Aire

February 18, 2019

In last night’s dream, I am having some kind of party at my house. I have a lot of invited guest who are over visiting. It is possibly a baby shower but I’m not entirely sure. The party is planned to continue as a slumber party. I am pleasantly surprised how successful a host I’ve become. There is food and people look happy and they even want to spend the night because they are all having so much fun.

I guess there is a part of me who is curious how this party was planned. So out of the blue I ask, “Where are we?” I feel I have caught them off guard. Some possibly believe I’m playing a game with them. Someone answers with the name of the city. To which I respond, “You have to show me on a map like pin the tail on the donkey.” They quickly bring a map to me and drop a pin in the city. I study the map not recognizing the land formation. I sense this place is situated near Nova Scotia. How is it my city where I live and am hosting this party also exists in Nova Scotia?

Still in some disbelief, my consciousness zooms in on the land formation and comes in closer to see the name of the city. (I can’t remember the name.) Sure enough as the name comes into focus it is the same as my city. It exists here too. I suddenly sense this is where I am now and not back in DC where I normally live.

~~~~~~ DREAM ENDS

I struggled to remember the name of the city. It was so clear in my mind at the time and interestingly it never occurred to me to say well that is not DC. All I remember is it ended in “aire” possibly Bell-Aire. The name was also hyphenated and the hypen on the map lay between the area of what looked like Halifax and Dartmouth. I remember the land mass was evenly split there. I don’t know it was actually Nova Scotia for sure but the shape of the land mass was similar and it felt like my consciousness was up in that area.

February 15, 2019

Circus Disco: Drum on the Catwalk

February 15, 2019

In last night’s dream, I have gone back to Circus Disco in Los Angeles where I used to dance when I was in my early 20’s. I am one of the first to arrive here and have the pick of parking spaces. I pick a space closest to the gate where you enter the disco. This space is such a perfect space I wonder why it has not been claimed by the staff for it’s proximity to the entrance.

I get out of the car wearing my black trench coat. I walk around the lot trying to remember where the original disco stood. It looks like they are using some of the other spaces around the disco for classes and places to lounge. There is also an automobile service station located on the premises. I walk into the entry area where I see some vendors setting up booths to sell things. There is one guy I stop to talk to in a booth. He has a table with what might be cosmetics or possibly drugs. He has a bag full of them. I obviously want to ask what he is setting up but I feel it might be personal in nature and premature for me to ask considering I arrived early he may not have had enough time to properly set up and present to the public. My attention is drawn to a drum he has on the display at his table. I tell him I completely forgot to bring my drum for tonight.

I leave his station and wonder into one of the lounge areas which also serves as a classroom or possibly a yoga studio. There are a few tree stumps they have crafted into stools for people to sit on. They are crafted in a natural way. I see many of the stools have already been spoken for with people having left their writing instruments, coats and bags beside each stool. I spot one stool which does not appear to be spoken for so I place my trench coat on it to claim it for later. As I leave the room to look around, I see an announcement for the class that is scheduled there. The teacher comes out to call her students. Believing she may need the stool I just claimed for her class I pick up my trench coat again. As the students enter her class I pause to read the announcement. Even though I can see the writing clearly I simply does not register with me. Its not something I can put words to or interpret. I simply know what it is about. It is familiar to me. It reminds of of the part of the dream you can not remember yet you know you were there.

I leave and head toward an open area in the hangar which is the main area of what used to be Circus Disco. Standing in the middle of the hanger, I place my self back in time to when I used to dance here. I envision where things used to be the sound of the music, the people dancing and the disco lights. What a wonderful time I had here. There are open doors on all sides of the hanger. Not knowing which door is the best door for me to return to the entrance I simply start walking straight ahead. To the left is the automobile service area which looks a bit greasy so I continue straight instead. The path I walk is a long one to arrive at the door. I calculate the distance traveled in each step and how long it will take me to reach the door. I take a few more steps and notice with each step I’ve cover the door still feels further away. It is as if the path is elongating as I walk. I sense it will be a long time before I finally reach the door.

Considering the door is a long way off, I decide to explore some of the areas which lay closer to me. Near the automobile service area is a mechanics office with a catwalk which is raised above the dance floor. The moment I turn to walk in that direction I immediately find myself on the catwalk. I wonder if this is restricted space for the mechanics only. I feel good here because the view from this vantage point is good and things are closer to me. There are men inside the office who I believe may come out to to converse with. I yearn to see the space filled with people dancing. I also feel I may learn something from the mechanics here.

~~~~~~ DREAM ENDS

So I was looking for an image to go with the dream and this picture popped up. The guy who looks like he might belong in a gay bar is wearing wings. What a great Halloween costume something I’d expect to see at Circus Disco. I remember the shows they had there were spectacular. The way the wings hang down his side reminded me of the feeling the trench coat had on me as it trailed behind me as I walked. Could the trench coat have been spirit wings? Quite possibly. A very cool costume prop to have. I wonder if they would fit in my closet.

It just occurred to me that Circus Disco was in Los Angeles the City of Angels. So very fitting to have wings.

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February 13, 2019

Cat Box Cove

February 13, 2019

In last night’s dream, I am standing outside my house. Before me are two row houses side by side. One of them is structurally sound the other is in the process of being deconstructed. I can not quite remember which one of the two is my house. Thinking back to when I was inside it felt like I was on one side but standing outside the same side seems reversed. I am hoping it is the one that is structurally sound because I do not want to have to deal with the problem of reconstruction.

I remember feeling so confused I walk back into the row house to see if I can make sense of my home. While I’m inside, I notice the area beside the sofa has a round wooden table with enough space below it to place a cat box. I sense I will have a partner with a cat who will need space for a cat box. I then remember I have some overdue library books and CD’s I need to return. I am worried because the books and CD’s have been in my possession for a long time. I pick up the CD cases and notice the CDs are missing from their case.

I leave and hop on the train. The train travels through a mountainous area. The mountains tops are snow covered and I can see the city lights in the hills of the mountain. There is one group of lights in the distance. I somehow know the lights correspond to my destination. I notice how the mountain seems to move as the train I am traveling on also moves down the track. At times the mountain moves faster or slower in my window depending on the track. As the train pulls up to the next station I can see the light I had seen early. I have arrived.

~~~~~ DREAM ENDS

The cat box in this dream seems very much out of place when I woke up. I also woke up believing I had over due library items that I had not returned. I remember waking up struggling to figure out where I might have left the missing items.

Last night my cat did not come home. When I went to bed I thought she was in the house. I could have sworn I had seen her. I don’t like going to bed knowing one of my cats might have stayed outside. This morning I looked for her everywhere in the house with no success. I called her outside and nothing. I’ve been looking for her all day and she has not surfaced. I have two cat boxes. One is next to the sofa table and is the one she liked to use most. My other cat always used the other one. Seemed like they had self assigned cat boxes. The dream was about Mocha’s cat box. I wonder if Mocha was sending me a message.

February 10, 2019

The Ark of the Covenant; A Water Bottle of Truth

February 10, 2019

Last night’s dream was very cool. In the dream, I am seeing a story unfold like a movie. The story is about the search for the Ark of the Covenant. We are on a ship of sorts but the ship is docked at port so you can easily venture on the land. I can see the galley of the ship. They have copper coils running over head to heat the space. I’m told the coils turn green when the heating elements are activated.

A man comes out of one of the cabin quarters and proceeds to disembark from the ship. Once on shore, he immediately reaches for two hand held booster rockets. Holding a rocket in each hand he is able to fly anywhere in the universe. He launches the rockets and is immediately flown to the heavens. My consciousness follows him on his journey. I can see the white light emanating from the palms of his hands as they are outstretched like superman pointing toward the sun. His flight takes him quickly above the dark ominous clouds into the heavens where I can see a section of the stratosphere open up. I have a clear view of the sun. Within the higher level cloud, I see pink dolphins swimming in the heavens. I am in awe of the splendor to behold in the heavens.

Now back on land the authorities arrive looking for the man with the rockets. It is against national airspace policy to allow this type of one man flight. This type of rocket is banned by the government. At this point, I immediately sense and equate the rockets with the Ark of the Covenant. A storyline explaining the plot fills my awareness. This rocket technology is what the government uses for space travel. The technology is the same as the Ark of Covenant which was used to power the space ships of that time in history. As the stream of consciousness fills my mind, I become aware of a subplot within my personal awareness. They are looking for something I have personal knowledge of. I know where the Ark of the Covenant is stored.

I withhold my personal information to see if they too have figured out the mystery. I am once again back on the ship in the galley. I am aware of yet another Kaaba where the original Ark of the Covenant is stored. This Kaaba is small around 1 inch by 1 1/2 inch and is a rectangular box not much bigger than a matchbox. Yet this Kaaba has an even greater amount of power stored in it because it is made of pure white light.

I am given a piece of artwork. It is a wall mount sculpture of a water bottle. Except this is the kind they used in the old days to give you an enema when you were sick. It is decorated nicely and is recommended you place it in your garden. I tell him it is a replica of the original.

~~~~ DREAM ENDS

What struck me about this dream is how sure I was about what I knew in the dream. Yet the symbols in the dream were not all that familiar to me. I have never seen a water bottle before in a dream and why in the world would you make a sculpture out of it and how does it relate to the Ark of the Covenant and how is it associated to a Kaaba? Yet in the dream, I just simply knew the association and was so dead sure of it. It made perfect sense to me while I was dreaming. I simply knew the truth.

Next point is it is certainly a rare and special occasion when you can dream of the Ark of the Covenant or the Ultimate Mystery which I pretty much equate to the dream and the power of dreams to hold the ultimate truth. A truth so profound it is beyond our comprehension.

Upon proof reading this it occurred to me the that the last paragraph sound more like a riddle to be solved instead of taking it on its literal meaning. There is i’m sure no way I can solve it. Maybe it is enough to know on some level the truth is within me.

~~~~~ LATER TODAY

So this dream just became prophetic. I was cleaning the basement which I rent out on Airbnb. As I was cleaning it I noticed the guest had done something to the sink. Actually the entire vanity had been pushed away from the wall on one side and it was now 1 inch away from the wall. Knowing it might have broken a pipe or drain I re positioned it and checked under the cabinet for leaks. Sure enough it was now leaking from the drain in droves. I quickly cleared the cabinet of all items. I haven’t looked down there in years. The last thing I pulled out was an old plastic water bottle the kind you use for enema.

What does it all mean, not sure but I do take it as a sign that I am right where I’m supposed to be. Now if I later see some pink dolphins I’ll call it a miracle.

February 9, 2019

I Can Pray For Love

February 9, 2019

I wasn’t happy with last night’s dream so I wasn’t sure if I was going to journal it but I decided to do it anyway. In the dream, I am with my ex Joe down in Miami. We are going through the normal challenges of life. Days pass and we seem to get out of touch with each other until one day I realize I haven’t showered with him in a very long time. I have a longing within me for intimacy but I seem to simply be moving through life from one place to another unable to pause for a moment to enjoy it with anyone. The pain of loneliness strikes me today in a way that it hasn’t before so I pause to see if Joe has taken a shower already. When he passes by me, I can see his hair is combed and styled nicely and still looks wet. There is another guy “a friend” in our house who has been visiting for a long time. I notice he too has his hair nicely styled and looking wet. I ask Joe if they showered together, to which he replies, “Yes.”

I am angry at him for cheating on me and angry at myself for not having asked for what I want. I grab Joe by the neck and tell him this does not work for me. I tell him it is over. Our friend who is now presumably his boyfriend is now angry at me claiming stake to our home. He has installed microwave lights in the ceiling with the intent on slowly causing me to have cancer and die. I am clued in on his plot to destroy my life. They are simply waiting for the effects of the radiation to kill me so they can live out their lives.

There is not much I can do but I remember … there is one thing; I can pray. I open my palms up toward the radiant light coming from the ceiling and pray that it pass through me and reflect back justice on those who might want to cause harm to me. I believe justice with prevail. I remain standing unaffected by the cancer causing light. Joe and our friend are forced to leave and I remain in the house alone.

~~~~~~~ DREAM ENDS

As in the dream sometime I feel cheated in life because I don’t have a relationship and I find myself alone. It also occurred to me that I can’t simply pray for justice i have to pray for the things that matter to me. I have to ask for what I want.

February 4, 2019

Hydra: Come Live On Our Planet

February 2, 2019

In last night’s dream I am applying for a new job along with a few other people. I am the first one hired on by the company and offered my choice of places to work. I choose my home as my location. Two others are also hired and they too choose from the remaining locations available. The 2nd person chooses to work from the business apartment and the 3rd is given an office space at the main headquarters.

I seem to be the lead and I go visit the 2nd person at his new luxury business apartment. Looking around the space, I realize this is where I used to live a long time ago. It is much bigger than I remember it to be. I feel a deep sense of connection to this place as I look around at the many rooms and courtyard. Number 2 is trying to decide which room in the home to make his bedroom. He has an iron bed with tall iron bed posts which he has positioned in the middle of the room. With such fond memories of this space, I am saddened that he has not made it his own yet and hasn’t completely settled in. He seems to still be living out of boxes.

He then receives a delivery at the door. It is a brand new brown fire truck along with many other items of value. The shipping manifest indicates these items are left overs from the previous occupant and he can simply take possession of them. They are now his to use as he pleases. Looking through the items, there is a letter which accompanies a Trust with $250,000 dollars in it. I am a bit saddened that I didn’t choose this space for myself. I could have been the lucky one to inherit all this wealth.

Our first project we need to undertake is sent to us. There is only one copy of the instructions. Given there are not sufficient copies for me to hand out to each team members, I am going to have to convey the instructions as needed. I open the document and read through the instructions. There are sections missing and also sections incorrectly ordered. I seem to be intimately familiar with the instructions even before I read them. I know exactly what is missing and what is out of order. It appears only I am qualified to do this job.

My alarm sounds and I get up to pee then returned to bed for a few minutes of precious snooze time. I immediately return to the dream. I and my team are getting ready to sit down and have coffee. I seem to be a bit envious of the good fortune of #2. I believe with all that money he has been lucky enough to receive he should treat us to coffee. I’m not even sure #2 realizes the value of what he has inherited. As I approach the counter, we walk past the fire truck. The paint on the truck looks brand new. It is a milky chocolate color with polished chrome accents. It is obvious the truck has great value. We continue on to the pastry shop walking through the courtyard. I now worry whether they will have the danishes I enjoy eating. To my surprise, they have the exact cream cheese danishes I love. We order our food and sit down to eat and discuss the instructions.

The instructions seem to be a manuscript for a movie about life on another planet. I can see the trailer of the movie playing before our eyes. The title says, “Come Live on Our Planet.” I then see a three headed dragon pass before the screen.

As the vision fades, I see one last person approach. The colors are muted monotone shades of forest green. He smiles at me as if to confirm, “Communication Received.” I look at his face for a moment to study his expression. He has a friendly and gentle face. His hair is thick and a bit messy. He is young in his mid to upper 20’s. I sense a deep connection to this man.

February 3, 2019

Faerie Godmother Caught On Tape

February 3, 2019

I had fair number of dreams last night where I was very much engaged with the elements of the dream but I can’t quite place my finger on what I was doing. The only thing I can remember is when I woke up to go to the bathroom while I was yet resisting the urge to pee, I had a vision where I can see what is a very magical scene. My awareness is at ground level looking up at a very tall figure elongated from the base to the waist line. The figure is surrounded by what looks like a blue shimmering faerie jelly. It is iridescent with glitter stars all over it. I struggle to look up at the entity. I can see up to it’s waist. Wanting to ascend higher, I relax and allow myself to float up along it’s base. I arrive at the upper body. Upon seeing the head I immediately have a flash of insight, I am seeing myself but what am I doing dressed as a Faerie Godmother? Her wings are infant sized just now growing and developing within the faerie jelly which surrounds her. Her upper body is disproportionate to her lower body which makes me believe she is floating. I am so surprised and awake in a gasp not to mention the sense of urgency around needing to pee is pressing against my bladder.

I immediately get up and head on down to the bathroom. In my head I’m thinking this is a fluke of a dream. Where did that come from? Having done my business I return to bed to cuddle with the dog kissing his head I fall back into the dream. Again I find myself at the base of what is a magical scene. Faerie dust and jelly surrounds me. It feels refreshing and renewing as it cascades over me. I know given the opportunity I must ascend again to see the head. I want to know if what I saw before it in fact correct. Relaxing into this state of consciousness I begin to float up toward the waist. From this new vantage point, I turn to look up at its torso. Again I am astonished to see myself once again playing with this magical jelly floating high above the waist. I must be having a good time all dressing up. How did I get here? What brought me here? I almost feel like when someone walks in on you and surprises you while you are fantasizing and dancing around and you don’t want anyone to see your child like innocence, your playful spirit, an adult being a child. There I stand unnoticed by me yet I know I’m seeing myself. It feels as if someone caught my galavanting on tape and is playing it back to me. The wings are baby wings tiny compared to my size yet I wear them with pride believing I can fly.