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Toning Up On Crossfit

November 13, 2018

In last night’s dream I am trying to get a friend to park his car in a certain space so that he can join us.  I’ve sent a friend to help guide him but he seems to be reluctant to park in the designated space reserved for him.  We are having fun and he is missing the excitement because he is still struggling to park.

There are indigenous people here amazonian people who appear scary and threatening but it is more of a show than a real threat but people don’t know that.  The amazonians seem to be my friends.  I have mastered the game and therefore am able to bypass the threats placed on my path.  As an on looker one might think it is dangerous this may be why my friend is hesitating in parking his car.

The effort required to stay alive is challenging.  It is like crossfit exercise.  I am able to do the track with ease.  It is strenuous but I am completing the tasks.

My friend calls me on the phone to tell me he is not going to be able to make it.  He has been unable to park his car.  I feel rejected.  While I have him on the phone I tell him that I have sent him help what seems to be the problem?  I am a bit disturbed.

After the fun is over I return to my home where I have a package that has been delivered to me.  The package is a box.  I open it to find a wire trace and toner.  It is one of those devices used to trace wires in the wall.  I am surprised because it is something I have been wanting.  I am pleasantly surprised because it is a high end toner with a lot of professional grade features.  The device is yellow.  I wonder if I can keep it since there is a part of me that knows I didn’t order this myself and it must be a coincident.

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A More Conventional Approach

November 6, 2018

Last I had a dream where I crew member on a ship.  My superior has given me a set of instructions I am attempting to carrying out.  I can hear his voice while at the same time I am reading the instructions.  While reading and listening to him, I have a deja vu in the dream where one of the names on the roster is familiar to me and the circumstances around the given name but I can’t remember where this played out before.  I tell him about the deja vu.  My superior is not present with me but yet I am able to communicate with him by just a thought telepathically.  I tell him about the deja vu.  In telling him more details from the deja vu begin to stream into my awareness.

I remember being on this ship which we are attempting to evacuate.  We have to save the lives of those on board the ship so part of my job is to ensure all of those on board have the proper instructions to leave.  It seems to be a drill d not so much a real life disaster but at the moment I don’t remember this fact.  This fact is only apparent from where I am now looking back on the deja-vu.  It feels like both timelines, the present and what I am perceiving to be a deja vu, are actually happening at the same time.   Even though I can perceive the details of the other timeline my pausing to understand it doesn’t seem to have an affect on the timeline itself.

I seem to be able to send messages between my present awareness and the deja vu.  I decide to send the message to jump off the deck and fly to the lower levels.  I now act out the instructions and jump off the deck.  I know I am able to fly in dreams so it should work.  I jump and nose dive down toward the bottom but on my way almost to the lowest level I encounter a kite which is preventing me from reaching the bottom.  I attempt to fold the kite but every fold I place in the kite results in a kite of a slightly different shape all the the ability to prevent my fall.

Considering this attempt didn’t work as expected I return my consciousness to the point of observation.  Again I return to the conversation with my superior where he is now answering following the discussion about the deja vu.

I am now standing in front of an elevator.  It open with one person standing inside who says to me, “Do we all fit?”  I get in the elevator and realize we can use it to go down to the lower decks and rescue those on the lower decks.

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Who’s Sleeping In My Bed?

November 5, 2018

In last night’s dream I find myself returning to my living quarters.  I am in a hurry.  I seem to be on auto-pilot.  I am walking down a long corridor with a lot of doors.  I turn into the door which corresponds to my room.   I know exactly where I am going.

Once in the room, I notice someone has brought a wooden head board into my space along  with a small twin bed.  The head board is not yet attached to the bed.  This is something I am expecting to occur but I didn’t think they were delivering it before I got here so the room isn’t arranged to my liking or maybe I am just offended someone made the changes made during my absence without my input. After studying the layout it seems my bed has been moved to one side to make room for the twin bed.  I image the head board being placed in its appropriate place and with a little tidying up the room should be acceptable again.

Somewhat lucid now it occurs to me I don’t know who the twin bed is for.  Who is sleeping in the twin bed?   With that thought I seem to remember David from yesterday’s dream.  Is he sleeping in my bed?  I have a warm feeling come over me as if the dream has given me some small indication that I won’t be alone anymore.   Are these new sleeping arrangements waiting for me?  Are changes coming to my life?

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Let Me Know If You Need Help With That

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October 31, 2018

In last night’s dream I am in a warehouse where I work with my family.  I have a bunch of kids who work with me.  They are my children but they are now young adults in their 20’s.   My son has developed some new airbags for cars that are made of a space age material which is super strong.  The material is able to withstand any impact.  It will protect your car from the outside.

I walk into the warehouse and a few of the airbags are inflated an sitting in a lounge area.  No one is in the warehouse so I lay on the ground to relax using one of the airbags as a cushion.  I don’t want the kids to see me “playing” with the balloons as I have to maintain the persona of the adult father but I just can’t help it I want to play with the balloons.

One of my sons enters and starts to chuckle.  He has caught me playing with the balloons.  He then shows me the technical details of the airbags emphasizing that they are not toys but have science behind their application.  The airbags are metallic grey and fold up like accordions.   As he demonstrate I can see the back of his neck and become fixated on his medulla oblongata and the youthfulness of his skin.  I become so mesmerized by his demonstration that I am not paying attention to what he is actually saying to me.  As he completes his lecture of the product I thank him by kissing him on the neck.  The then turns to me and says, “Let me know if you need any help with that.”

My alarm rings and I awaken to snooze the alarm.  I immediately the face of a woman.  She had glowing red hair with white beads braided in her hair.  She smiled at me.  My consciousness was then swept back to the warehouse where I young man dressed in grey sat he was talking to me as if I still layed there on the floor listening to him.  When he was done talking he turned to me the real me and smiled.

My alarm rings for a second time.

~~~~~ DREAM ENDS HERE

When I woke up the thing that stuck most with me was the accordion like nature of the balloon and the woman’s red hair.  I sat at my desk to work and pulled up Facebook.  The first image on my feed was the one I selected for this post.  It embodied precisely the accordion like nature of the balloons and how everything fit and moved with such precision and in harmony with itself.  The red strips in the fan blades reminded me of the woman’s hair color and the white metallic circle the blades form reminded me of the white dots in her hair.

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Mom’s Purple Beret

October 24, 2018

Last night I had an amazing dream where I am walking in my old neighborhood.  I enter the house where I used to live.  No one is in the house anymore.  It is very cold.  I walk into the bedroom and feel a presence in the room.  I hear my mothers voice.  I know her spirit is with me.  I am not afraid.  I can not see her but I know she is there.  Knowing I can see spirits indirectly, I look over and see my moms dresser.  I look through the mirror at an angle and see my moms face.  She is dressed like a clown.  How interesting I think to myself.  I decide I want to see my own reflection in the mirror so I walk around the bed and stand in front of the mirror to look at myself.  As my image comes into focus in the mirror, I look exactly like my mother.  I am dressed like a clown with all my facial features accentuated.  We have the exact same face and same make-up.

I decide to walk around the house to see if I recognize anything.  I walk through the kitchen and find it to be much larger than what I remember it to be.  It is not any kitchen I have ever lived in in waking life but yet it is a kitchen I am intimately familiar with.

I decide to walk outside. The landscape has rolling hills.  The village sits along a coast line.  Someone walks with me.  The person is wearing a purple hat.  I believe it is my mother.  I want to show her I have the ability to fly.  I ascend with just a thought soaring high like a kite.  I can see the coast line much better from this perspective.  I fly toward the coast line noticing the depth of the water increases immediately after moving off shore.  I worry I don’t know how to swim so I fly hugging the coast.  I can see the fish swimming in the deep waters.  I feel free.

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Home Team

October 22, 2018

I don’t remember much of last night’s dream except when I woke up to snooze the alarm I laid my head back down and got comfortable then I immediately entered a dream state where I am looking at family photographs.  I see a few where the people in the photographs are playing sports.  There is one picture of two guys standing together for the photograph.  I try to make out the faces.  The man on the right is in his college years.  I can see his face clearly.  The one on the left his face is notably blurred.  I flip the page to look at another photograph.  It is the photograph of a young man around the age of 7.  The boy in the photograph begins talking to me.  I can see his lips move but I can’t hear anything audibly but on some level deep within me I seem to understand.

Sitting with his message inside me I pause to examine his appearance.  His face is shaped like my dad’s with sandy brown hair.  I take note of the items in the background.  The colors in the background are monochromatic.  I see a safari  jeep and zebra both having black and white colors.  His jersey is red and white.  My alarm rings a second time.

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We Are Here

October 17, 2018

In last night’s dream I am with a group of people.  We are enjoying some casual social fun yet working in some capacity.  It is work that is casually fun and social.  A man and woman come up to the podium where I  am stationed and discretely offer me a sandwich bag with squarely folded money.  Along with the money are shavings of white chocolate.  They also offer me a transparent box with an assortment of deserts, danishes and ice cream.  The man and wife identify themselves as old friends.  I take a contemplative second look at them and immediately recognize them.  The man says the sandwich bag is for my personal consumption.  He instructs me to offer the box of deserts to my coworkers.

Inside the box is an ice cream cone with a caramel top nuts.   The cone is beginning to melt so I take it for myself and offer the remaining items to those around me.  I am very happy to see the man and wife.  They follow me as we walk around.  We are in Los Angeles.  We reminisce as we walk past the areas where we used to live.  We arrive at an apartment building with an exterior flight of stairs.   As we walk up the stairs the the woman sees a billboard in the distance and remarks to herself as if speaking to the billboard.  The billboard is a picture of my mom and dad.  The man says to the woman, “Would you stop talking to the billboard, we are here.“

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Wedding Song On The High Sea’s

October 5, 2018

In last night’s dream I am part of a group of people.  I am with a partner she seems to be androgynous of both male and female sex.  At times I refer to her in the feminine and at other times she appears to me in the masculine.  We are getting married or are engaged.    Her life seems easy to me.  She happens to be at the right place at the right time.  In one instance she invests in a start up and makes a huge amount of money.  I want to bring something to the relationship that is special and of my own doing.  I wonder if there are interesting start up that I can invest in that would bring similar returns.  I decide to buy some stock.  The stock certificates are guaranteed to have a gain.  This certificate is multi faceted.  It is a marriage certificate, a birth certificate and a stock certificate all at the same time.  I place the certificate on a sheet of cake upon which the marriage cake will be placed.  I plan on revealing the certificate when the cake is cut.

My jealousy is showing a bit toward her easy gains.  I want the time to come soon for me to reveal my surprise but so many other things have to be done in preparation before we can have our celebration and reveal.  I seem to have a deja-vue within the dream and recall having been here before.  I seem to know the events which will play out.  I try to recall where I’ve come to know the truth.   I recall a movie like Titanic  and realize my life is playing out just like in the movie.  I seem to know the ending.  I remember from the movie that the couple have a fight and the cake is thrown in the ocean.  Along with the cake so too are lost the certificates.  In the end they live together happily but without knowledge of what was lost.  I feel I have to do something to change the course of events and maybe I can recover the cake and certificates so we can have a much better life together.   I go to her to discuss what she is going to wear for the wedding.  She shows me a black leather harness.  In my mind, I think oh no how could you wear a leather harness to your wedding.  Without me even saying anything she replies, “It’s in the way you wear it.”  She who is now in the masculine form twists the suspenders so as to make a new use for the harness.  She then proceeds to create bearded tassels which look very similar to my beard in color and form.   She / He gives the impression it will keep us together.  I look at him and think how beautiful he is even though I’m not fond of the leather harness.  In the back of my mind I still want to find a way to safeguard the certificates so they aren’t lost to sea or does happiness lie not in material wealth.

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Signed, Sealed and Delivered

October 3rd, 2018

In last night dream I remember receiving a package in the mail.  It’s a tiny little box with what and inside the box in a stamp and seal the kind a notary would use to certify documents.  My mind takes me to when I worked as a paralegal in Los Angeles when I was a notary.  I assume this package and it’s contents are to be used in my work.  As I prepare to certify documents I notice the package also contains powdered sugar or what appears to be powdered sugar.  Believing the package may be contaminated I contact the authorities who come to examine the package.  One of the authorities is an older man probably around my age.  He tells me he has found a child in the package.  This being so unusual to me I ask where did you come from?  He seems noticeably nervous trying to put the items back into the package.  I can now see the young child who sits beside him.  At this moment I feel something touch my side.  I look beside me and see the little boy is now under my arm.  I kiss his head and ask him, “Is that you?”  At this point I awaken enough to hear my own voice in real life say “Is that you?  Butters is under my arm sleeping.  I immediately fall asleep.

Now back in the dream I see the toddler seated next to the man.  I walk over and ask.  “How old is the child?”  The man looks puzzled.  I continue saying,  “He has to have an age?”   I begin counting in an effort to awaken the man to my questioning.  Is he  1,  2,  3,  4,  5,  6,  7,  8,  9?   Visibly nervous he responds he is non of those.  At this moment realize the dream has a different concept of time.

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I Am You; We Are

September 25, 2018

Yesterday after my dinner I laid on the couch to watch TV and began to doze off.  I resisted falling completely out because I had things to do so I was only allowing myself a short respite from my chores.  I began to dream in 2 to 3 second snippets.  Each snippet was completely different and unrelated to the previous one.  I mussed over the selection of images being presented to me.  In one I saw a vacuum cleaner nozzle scoop up particles off the floor.  It reminded me of my mom since she cleaned houses for a living when I was young.  The nozzle didn’t move but the particles it scooped up did.  The dust particles moved quickly in a horizontal direction from from left to right.  I remember thinking they are too precise to be random.  The images seemed to have a very specific intent.  In one I saw a tennis shoe stepping into the frame followed by the left foot.  I focus on the ankles. There were so many of these snippets in quick succession like flash cards quickly passing through.  The way they would enter and leave my field of vision seemed calculated.  In some cases the scene would rotate and swipe off my minds screen like 3 dimensional computer graphics.

For a moment, there was a pause in the presentation which served to clear my mind of all thought.  I suddenly peered into a dimly lit living room where a man stood in the center.  Behind him was a window.  I could see his entire body from about the knees up.  He wore dark grey pants and a grainy blue t-shirt.  I immediately recognized him as me as if I am looking at myself in a mirror but yet the scene behind him was not the scene where my physical body stood.   He smiled at me as if to acknowledge the mirror image.  I am the man in the mirror.

~~~~~ DREAM ENDS

I am struck by the deep sense of knowing when I see thyself.  Just like when you unexpectedly step in front of a mirror you KNOW you are looking at yourself.  There must be a greater part of me beyond space and time maybe its my higher self.  Maybe a part of me exist in multiple dimensions.  

In the moment when I saw myself.  I was more taken by the feeling of recognizing self than of what I was wearing.  It was only in journaling it that I caught the colors.  The colors were those I’ve associated previously with OB.  Blue and Grey.  Why was I wearing blue and grey.  Of all colors why does my consciousness choose these colors.  They are not even my favorite colors.  Why was there a window in the background and why was the room dimly lite.  I feel everything has a message nothing is by chance.  Everything has meaning.