The Book: Ecstasy of Life

November 18, 2023

This dream seems to be a continuation of the dream I had the previous night which I haven’t journaled yet. I find myself in the kitchen in my house, and I put a pan on the stove to boil water. I walk away from the boiling water because I have a pressing need to write my book. I am developing the stories in the book. I walk upstairs to find a quiet place to sit and write.

I return sometime later. It feels like a great amount of time has passed. I am again in the kitchen and the pot of water is completely dried out. I am upset, concerned they could have burned the house down by neglecting the pot of water. It then occurs to me that I was the one who left the pan to burn on the stove, but I am in the middle of emphasizing a critical lesson on protecting the home.

It appears all the guests in my house already know about the book even before I’ve completed it. They are talking about the scenes in the book that are possibly explicit and push the boundaries of an R rated book. I feel they are taking things out of context and reading between the lines and weaving in their own interpretations of the book.

I am then given handed leather-bound book. By giving me this book, they are showing me what they know about my writing. This is apparently the completed book. I open the book thinking someone stole my story because I have yet to finish it. I open the book and begin reading. The book is written in Spanish. It is factual the details are correct but told out of sequence. I become semi lucid at this point realizing something very unusual is happening. How is it I am able to read and understand the story written in the book if I’m dreaming. Normally I am unable to make sense of written words in dreams. I can see it is clearly in Spanish. The binding, images and detail in the book is absolutely beautiful. It starts off by reciting a contract between myself and my best friend to do what is described in the pages of the book. Knowing the dream can end at any moment I read as quickly as possible. I am captivated by some symbols in the first few pages. At that moment, I hear my son Oliver ask me if I’m awake. I open my eyes to see him looking at me smiling. Yes, Oliver I am awake. I wasn’t able to finish the reading the story, so I’ll just have to live it.

The Family Tree; Flesh for Fantasy

November 12, 2023

In last night’s dream, I find myself in a very big house with about 4 stories. I am planning a family reunion. I’m giving instructions over an intercom system so I know everyone can hear me they just don’t know where exactly I am voicing the instructions from. I am summoning them all together and instructing them to meet me in the front room of the house. I tell them it is going to be a magical event. For them to play along, they need to provide three basic pieces of information. 1. Who your grandparents are. 2. Who your parents are. and 3. Who your siblings are. With this information they should then choose the front room to arrive at. In my mind, I can see the game board with the Family Tree. I tell them once you designate these people, you will discover who you are and where you fit in the Family Tree. It occurs to me that they have 1 of 4 choices because there are 4 stories and 4 front rooms in the house, one on each floor. How do I know they will all choose the same room? All I know is I don’t need to choose or move from where I am because I am very confident everyone will choose the same room. I believe in the process and mystery. I think it is because of the way the DNA is structured that everyone is destined to choose the right room. Sure enough, everyone begins arriving as predicted.

Wanting to prepare the house a bit more for all the invited family guests I decide to clean out the refrigerator to get rid of things that were there from before to make room for new stuff. There is some ice cream and tiny Oreo cookies. I begin eating the ice cream and offer some of the Oreo cookies to Oliver. I then notice the dishwasher has been modified. I’m trying to figure out why they felt the need to modify the dishwasher. Why did they have to change it. There is a dishwasher part that has been removed. I save the item since I don’t understand its’ use, I just know it belongs to the dishwasher.

I am then drawn to a potential concern in the house. I am perceiving what might be a threat. There is a daycare facility in the house that watches my children. I decide to pick them up and take them with me. The two children are so cute and are the same size. They remind me of Simone and Linden. I’m walking through the house trying to avoid the place where I perceive the threat but instead of avoiding it, I walk right smack into them. It turns out the people I was avoiding and perceived as a threat were old family members from generations back, WAY back. One of them I feel is my friend Quetta who died from AIDS when I was young. I am so surprised and shocked to see him although i can’t see his face clearly, I feel it is him. What is he doing here? I would never have expected to see him here. The Dream ends abruptly, and I wake up.

~~~~~ Dream ends there.

Interestingly, when I was recoding the dream on my voice memos app on my iphone I came to the end of the dream and was musing over the person I felt was Quetta. It was a strong feeling, but I wasn’t 100% sure. The dream ended so abruptly. It didn’t give me any time to spend with him to better know the moment better. When I finished recording the dream and put my phone down, I must have hit something accidentally on my phone and it kicked open my music app with the song, “FLESH FOR FANTASY” by Billy Idol. I’ve not heard this song in ages. This song was Quetta’s absolute favorite song. We used to sit in the park after school and crank up the volume on this song on his car stereo.

Billy Idol – Flesh For Fantasy

A picture of me and my best friend Quetta (Elmer) and my phone when I finished recording the dream. Some things are a bit more than coincidence and there was more this day had to demonstrate of its magic, but I’ll journal that later.

Yellow Bellied Spider

November 4, 2023

In last night’s dream I am confronted with a yellow spider with a big belly. It shoots water from its abdomen instead of silk.  There is an infestation of these spiders at Joe’s house. I am worried he might bring his infestation to my house. I’m aware the infestation can quickly spread.  He holds the spider with its belly pointing at me and squeezes it forcing it the spider to spray water in my direction. The spray is so profound it soaks me completely.  I want him to kill the spider to stop its spread, so it won’t infect my house. After infection it causes humans to become like the spider whereby the humans infected by it also spray water from any all orifices.

I need to travel by train to NYC.  I can’t remember how exactly to get there or how to buy a metro pass.  I remember going there once when I stayed at a friend’s house.  I am worried I may not be able to find my way around and I’m thinking I should turn around and go back to DC. I look up at the sky above the train platform and see a sky filled with stars and objects I do not recognize. The sky looks quite beautiful.    There is a kiosk on the platform with slips of paper I believe it dispenses directions or fares for the train.  It dispenses a ticket for me with the number 3075 on it.  I’m not sure what you are supposed to do with it.  I scramble to scan it with my phone, but my time expires and the display clears.  It then dispenses several more tickets with musical notes on them.  Each time thereafter it all the tickets dispenses are simply musical notes. 

I go to a girls house a friend of mine who lives with several women.  They have so many cosmetics I can barely walk through her living room.  One of her roommates is moving out. She is the main renter but she herself does not have any furniture so when her roommate leaves, the house is left empty with just a few things simple items. She offers me to spend the night.  The bathroom has a nature room in it that serves as a window.  I feel the window could be a perfect place to have an aviary.   I decide not to spend the night with her since she really has no furniture on which to sleep on. I tell him not to worry I now remember where I live. It this moment her other roommates arrive. She apparently has many roommates. Her friends are beautiful young vibrant women.

Form and Function

October 18, 2023

In tonight’s dream. I’ve misplaced my laptop, and I am apparently attending school where there is a paper due soon. I had it all planned out before but now I cannot even remember what I was going to write my paper about. I apparently have some quality time scheduled to spend with my instructor. She follows me around the school library. I feel I’m at square one with trying to complete my school paper. To complicate things further, I don’t even know how reference books are stored here. Is there a card catalog? For my paper, I want something with a song. I want it to be related to a dream. Since I don’t have my laptop with a recorded dream, I decide to do my paper on the topic of FORM AND FUNCTION.

The teacher waits for me to prepare myself and gather what is needed for the paper. I signal to her that I am ready now to sit down with her. She turns and I follow. I notice her hair is short dark and looks exactly like the back of Oliver’s head.


Form and function in science refer to the direct relationship between the structure of a thing and the way it functions. Bears have sharp, curved claws that help them catch fish. Walruses have the blubber they need to keep them warm. Giraffes have long necks that help them reach leaves on tall trees.