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.
The U.S. Army – International Space Station Expedition 22 crew members take a moment for photographs
January 21, 2019
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.
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.
Día de Muertos, Fruitvale, Oakland, California USA; Takasphoto.com
December 28, 2018
I know I say this all the time but last’s night’s dream was very cool. I am in a stadium. Apparently I live here. I am trying to decide where to put my office to make room for the baby. The stadium is so expansive I want the layout to make sense. It is recommended to me that I set my office on the stage as then it would be sectioned off for this specific purpose. I believe it to be a good idea. I am waiting for people to arrive. It seems the business we conduct is growing and we therefore can benefit from the added space the stadium provides. We still have use of some old freight containers where we used to conduct our business. These containers can be put to other use. There is a guy here dressed like a flamboyant gypsy. He is very handsome. I can see his pants ballooning as he walks. He seems to be the one providing interior design ideas. He shows me how he has repurposed the shipping containers. As I walk through to look at the new layout a man catches me eye. We look at each other. There is an immediate intense attraction but I am somewhat distracted by the gypsy and his show and tell.
An opportunity arises for me to visit privately with the man as the gypsy walks off ahead of us. The man comes over and I immediately offer him a hug. As he goes to hug me his shirt opens up revealing his chest. His chest has many beads with an emblem in the center of his heart. The beads seem to be something I identify with. I am so happy to see him. I pull him in close to me. As I reach around to his back with my bear hug my hands feel beeds that hang on his back also. The beeds offer me an ever greater assurance he is the one I’ve been searching for.
The warmth from our bodies creates ashes that float away in the wind. When I first notice the ashes they look like bats because the seem to be flying in the air but as I look at them more closely I realize they are not bats but the ashes from the sage I have been burning in my offerings. The ashes are going everywhere. I worry they will be upset with me for the mess I am making with the ashes. I want to continue hugging the man but the hugs are creating more ashes. I hug him for just a little bit longer giving him one lasting hug. I look again at the ashes to see what I might need to do to clean up but now I notice the ashes are turning into babies. Hundreds of babies. Each ash flake developing into a baby. Oh no, what I am going to do with so many children.
~~~~ DREAM ENDS
I found this image on the internet. I was thinking where can I possibly find an image of a man with a ton of beeds on his chest. This one seems so perfect as it has the man wearing an emblem on his chest. I assume the beeds probably hang down on his back. He holds the same look the guy did in my dream. A look of wanting or yearning. A look that calls you close.
I like that much like the ashes relate to a ritual, the indigenous man probably also has rituals he engages in.
