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.