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With Honor

August 20, 2018

Last night I had a dream where I am preparing to be married.  There are a number of people around my bed.  I am told I can see my soon to be partner who is a woman.  She stands at the foot of my bed.  They convince me this is my destiny and I am guaranteed protection.  Surprisingly I’m convinced.   I ask how I am to identify my “wife” in the future?  See they are all etheric beings and therefore transparent to me so I’m afraid my “wife” would be hidden from me so I ask If I can place a tattoo on her neck. 

Something jars me awake.  Where’s my protection, I think to myself?  For about 2 seconds as I opened my eyes to find beside my bed was standing a female honor guard.  Her hair is burgundy in color.  She stands at attention guarding over my sleep.

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Maternity Suites

August 15, 2018

Last night I had a dream where I am in a hospital maternity ward.  I live and work there.  My niece Daisy works there too.  Her office and home are right next to mine.  This is as a result of them switching offices with me.  I have swapped offices with my old boss BMo which now places me right next to Daisy.  I am walking through the building looking at the last names on the the hallway.  The hallways are named by the last name of the last resident in the corridor.  I clearly find where I am supposed to be because I was given a name and a number.  Once inside I discover it is a split level suite with floor to ceiling windows.  In one area the suite is exposed to two stories I am standing and the uper level looking down.  I think it is probably not the most effective use of the space they could have utilized the space on both floors for living.  I’m told the manager of the building has a storage unit where she keeps all the decorations in a central location.  Anything you need is in this storage unit which frees up your space to simply accommodate the view.  I leave the unit to visit my neighbors and take a look at the storage unit.  I walk over to Daisy’s unit and can see the new born beds and the nurses attending the babies.  I stop and visit with the nurses who are sitting on the floor commiserating with one of the nurses regarding events in her life.  On my return I can’t find where my unit is.  All I know is my space is located to the left of Daisy.  It is very confusing and I can’t seem to retain the names on the hallways.  Each time I return the layout seems to change I eventually find my space but I can only find it with the help of others.

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One Hair On A Base Bow

August 13, 2018

Last night I had a dream where I have gone to see a concert.  The concert is terrible.  The musicians don’t play very well.  There are two violinist I know.  I also play the violin.  One of the guys in showing me his violin and bow.  The bow looks more like a base bow.  I compare it to mine.  Mine also looks like a base bow.  I think that can’t be right.  I assume that is the way they are constructed here in the dream.  I’m now lucid.  He then shows me his tuning mechanism which is an old old television set from the 60’s.  He shows me all the different ways the television set offers for tuning his violin.  That seems so old to me as I mentally compare it to the app I use to tune my violin with on my cell phone.  I look down at my tuner and it too is an old television set from the 60’s.  Except mine is on a television stand much like the stand my mom had for her television.  What is going on here I think to myself.  This dream is way off base.  He then shows me the bridge on his violin which is metallic instead of wooden.  I attempt to play his violin but the strings are much closer together than mine.  Plus I now notice his base bow only has one hair left.  How are am I supposed to play it with one hair?  He tells me oh no that it plays perfectly well with just one hair.  He then leaves with his violin but forgets to take his base bow.  I think I”ll just put it in my violin case and when I see him again I’ll return his bow.  When I look inside my violin case it too has a bow that is a base bow.  Now I’m worried I won’t be able to tell them apart.  I want my bow because I know my bow is a pernambuco bow which is of superior quality.  Looking at my bow it has a full stands of hair on the bow yet they look very much alike.

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A Belief In A Donut Hole for OB

August 12, 2018

The previous night as I was about to fall asleep I had a vision,  In the vision I see a sea of grey blue cilia swaying to and fro.  Each cilia was dimly lit from within by an internal light source.  As my consciousness moved along this bed I came upon a man about the age of 26 among the cilia .  His portrait came in with perfectly and complete clarity.  He wore a blue and grey shirt who’s fibers were also illuminated from within.  His hair was an iridescent  blond.  His eyes a deep blue.    He wore glasses which made me think this is the first time I’ve ever seen a dream vision person wearing glasses.  The intensity of his eyes was striking.  I wondered if this could be OB but being skeptical I looked for reasons why it wouldn’t be him.  I looked carefully at his hair.  He has a full head of hair which was straight with minor waves.  On his forehead his hair went straight up then nicely curved down.  I thought this is not a pattern my hair had when I was young at least I don’t remember it.  My eyes are not blue with this intensity even though I know his donor mom has a family history of blue and green eye and there are green eyes in my family history.  He had a soft shadow beard which I thought could definitely be a trait he received from me.   He looked at me for a long time…..a long time as if in a trance.  His visage moved or changed only slightly.  His image seemed to fade and faze in and out.  As it fazed it felt as if I was seeing two ages at once.  As if I could see through him into a timeline of his life.  I focused on an image of his face around the age of 14.  I compared the two simultaneously and recognized where his maturity came from.  I seemed to understand everything about him.

~~~~ Vision August 11th Ends

Last night I had a dream where my roommate is moving and packing his things.  He has compacted all his belongings into the center of the living room.  It all seems to have melted into a flat round disc about 5 to 6 feet across and about 2 feet deep.  It looks like a round coffee table in the center of the room.  All his belonging are compacted into this disk.  He then takes a donut hole cutter and impresses it into the center of the disk and cuts the hole out.  This center hole now is compressed and glazed down even further.  The glaze is so think I can see it has a glaze depth of about 1 inch all around.   I ask him what happened to all your belongings?  How can you claim this donut hole as a complete collection of all your belonging.  Instead of responding verbally he demonstrates by placing the compressed and glazed donut hole in water.  The donut hole grows and expands with to the size of the original disk before he took the donut hole cutter to it.   I now believe.

~~~~ Dream Ends

This morning I thought I should really take the time to journal my dream and vision from the night before.  I was unsure about journalling the vision of the young man with glasses because it seemed so simple a man with glasses…. what was there to tell?  Not only that, I just knew it would be incredibly difficult to find a picture of a man with characteristics similar to the man in the dream.  Funny enough yesterday I went to the gym and there were about 3 guys who looked SO similar to the guy in my dream.  I almost thought I should try to approach one of them and say hello.  At one point two of the guys were relatively close to one another and I thought should I ask them if they are related? My shyness got the best of me discounting the effort as my conscious mind wanting desperately to see what it wants to see.  Maybe they didn’t look anything alike.  It further enforced my willingness to discount the vision as too simple to journal.  So today, I thought OK I’ll do some searches for “blond haired man with glasses” and see if I get a hit.  I thought if I was to go to a beauty salon and wanted a hair cut like someone in a magazine how would I find the images of the hair cut I wanted.  None of the images seemed to convey the exact hair style.  I changed the search a bit to “long haired man with glasses”  With this search I got a hit that matched perfectly.  The glasses we not quite what I saw as the glasses in my dream where more thin rimmed glasses but the intensity of the eyes were definitely the same.  The hair is a 100% match especially the way it goes up then curls back down on the forehead down to the side of his face.  The way the light hits his face kinda resembled the illumination that was present in the cilia and in the fibers of his shirt.  The lenses reminded me of being able to see into him and his timeline.

Now could it be OB?  Well it wasn’t until I started journaling it that the probability shot through the roof.  It was in the cilia.  As I tried to describe the cilia I remembered the blue and grey.  Those colors have been present in most of my OB dreams so much so that I’ve associated the colors with him.  Also the fact that he had glasses on made it different from any previous vision or dream.  People just do not have a need for glasses in my dreams.

 

 

 

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Castle Lights

Bamburgh Castle at night

August 10, 2018

Last night I had a dream where I find myself in a huge castle.  I’ve been here before.  I seem to be very familiar with the layout and where things are and how they work.  I am well known for the inner workings of the castle.  The castle is so big it has small streets within it.  There are a set of inner lights that are not often used.  I think it is a good occasion to turn them on but I need to replace one of the light bulbs for it to work.  The electrical system has two sources one comes from the castle itself and the other comes from the city in which the castle sits.  This set of lights because they serve the roads within the castle are served by the city.  I find the junction boxes.  My sister Grace is with me.  I tell her to be cautious because we would need to turn off the city power first to tamper with the junction box.  I also tell her that she can’t use just any light bulb to replace the one that is burned out it must be a special light bulb which is similar to the ones used in the tail lights of cars with the small prongs on them.  She is impatient and feels she knows it all.  I decide to use an old light bulb and not a new one just in case if it blows out.  I vaguely remember what happened last time I tried to change the light bulb.  As if to go back in time to the point where the light bulb blew out I insert the light bulb.  For about 3 minutes the lights in the inner city turn on.  The streets within the castle look simply beautiful.  I had forgotten how beautiful and magical the city looks when the lights are on.   One of the wall torches begins to flicker signalling a possible short in the wiring.  We need to access the problem area by going down in a manhole under the castle grounds. I take my dog which is an unusual looking white dog.  He is very nice but a bit too adventurous.  This work requires caution.  I’m afraid the dog will fall in the manhole and I’ll have trouble getting him out.  The dog looks in the manhole and I guess doesn’t find it interesting or it doesn’t grab his attentions and Instead he goes off running toward the corner sniffing the buildings.  I cautiously do what I need to do to fix the problem in the manhole.

Later in the dream I run into Joe my ex.  He tells me he has the money he owes me.  I hardly believe it true since Joe is all about lies and procrastination.  Why would he of his own volition want to repay a debt to me?  He then shows me the calculations he has made.  They are not numbers in the sense that we would know them but instead an arrangement of artifacts.  The placement of things seems to tell a story.  I ponder the items and the story they tell.  Just as I am about to wake from the dream the thought enters my head…Aha! the baby.  It add up to a baby.

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Back Hand Patriot

August 9th, 2018

Last night I had a dream where I am fighting my archnemisis my ex partner Joe.  It is a constant struggle for inner peace.  I love him yet I hate him for the things he does.  He antagonizes me.  In this episode, he has me in a gated community which he controls who goes in and out.  The only way in or out is to have a badge to pass through the security check points.  I’m hungry and would just like to get on with my life.  I see his laundry that needs to be done.  So I decide to do the laundry for him as he never seems to notice me when I’m doing chores.  In particular, my awareness is drawn to a full length yellow and white terry cloth robe with a hood on it.  The laundry basket is on wheels and rides along a roller coaster track to the wash room.  I decide to cover myself with the robe and ride the laundry basket out of the confines.  Fearful of what might happen in the laundry basket but believing it is my only way out I decide to go for it.  Joe see me with the laundry but doesn’t suspect anything.  He is distracted looking at an app on his phone.  It is a musical tuning app. I tell him to try the G String Tuning app.  With him distracted with the G String.  I jump in the basket and cover myself with the robe and hold on to the side handles of the basket.  The basket runs along the track at full speed gliding past the gates and over a round lake where the water is crystal clear.   I can see a boy swimming under water in the lake.  He swims like a fish with great speed.  He wears red, white and blue boxers that look like the US flag.  The white stars are very noticeable reflecting the light shimmering on the surface of the water.  He is swimming face down with his arms outstretched.  Still face down he gives me a back hand wave such that the wave is in my direction letting me know he is with me.  His body slowly turns as he goes around the pool to give me a side look and giving him an opportunity to glance my way.  I sense he supports me and by wearing his boxing shorts he is ready to fight for good with me.  He is in my court I’m not alone and by the way I am now free.

As I was waking up from the dream I saw the letters SS or it might have been 55 and then the word Marron +35R.

 

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Mole Hill Symmetry Not Required

August 8th, 2018

Last night I had a dream where I am among my MKP brothers.  We are divided into three teams for a competition.  Each team is given the same task.   We start our work discovering our mission and what we are called to do.  We have one week in which to complete our work.  We lay the framework in the ground when the rains come.  There is not much we can do while the rain is pouring down on us.  Days pass with rain.  It is now Thursday and the rain has finally  subsided.  Believing we will never complete the task by the end of the week I walk over to the other team to see how they are doing implementing their work.   They are building molehills.  In looking at their molehills it becomes apparent the framework my team laid in the ground before the rains came have taken root and are now sprouting in their fields.  Our work is making theirs seem effortless.   As the framework sprouts from the ground they add a little bit of mud to it and the sprout as it grows lifts the mud to the next level to create a decorative lattice.  As is continues to emerge the patterns differentiate creating a beautiful doily.   I look at the doilies and I recognize them. They are the patterns I wear on my jeans with the frayed ends.  It now becomes apparent that although we were divided into teams our work contributes for the betterment of the whole.

We are now working on the electrical system.  The wires need to be spliced together but the only thing available for us to use is an antique coupler.  Although it is quite an antique it seems to be perfectly fitted for the job.  No modern day coupler would have worked as well as this one.  I can see the metal coils where the wires connect.

I then began to wake up.  The first moment of awareness as I woke up I knew I wanted to hang on to something from my dream.  I am preprogrammed for vigilance.  I immediately heard the words.  “NO NEED FOR SYMMETRY. ”  I grabbed my recorder and recorded what I could remember.

 

 

 

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Munchkin’s Don’t Fly

August 6, 2018

In last nights dream i am angered by just about everything.  I am so angry.  At one point I am in a cafeteria where I purchase my meal for myself and people who are with me.  There is no where to sit.  The only place to sit is where the secretaries eat their lunch.   The pool of secretaries are short women.  The door to enter into their area is half height.  I feel boxed in.  The chairs are very small and the tables are also very small.  How am I supposed to entertain my party of lunch guests with such poor accommodations?

I confront one of the secretaries and ask her to explain what is going on.  She gives me a snicker (a look not the candy) which angers me further.  I snicker back at her.  I pause for a moment and recognize her to be my cat Cleo.  I think to myself this must be dream Cleo because Cleo is a cat.  Cleo is now going to scale the outside of the building and fly.  This angers me further.  Why are they not resolving the space issue I have guests to feed. I am very critical of everything they are doing.  I can see the wings she is trying to use and recognize them as my socks.  How in the world does she expect to fly using my socks.  IMPOSSIBLE.  Next thing I see is Cleo as a woman flying with my socks.

My alarm rang and I snoozed it.  I then saw a man.  Skeptical and still very angry I looked over at the man and recognized him too.  He is Butters my dog personified.  I am angry because they are taunting me.  My alarm rang a second time.  When I reached over to snooze my alarm Butters had his back to me.  I gently placed him under my arm and kissed his head.  How could I possibly be angry at my little man.

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Mum’s Nun But A Moose

Dame’s Portrait Gallery Alanna Wood, Sechelt, BC, CANADA. Bar Nun and Moose

Last night I had a dream where it felt like I was in a silent movie.  No words are spoken.  Everything is communicated in silence.  My friend Dinah is sharing my house with me and has rented one of the rooms.  She has a guest, a man she is interested in who comes to visit.  I examine the locks on the door to ensure she is safe.  It feels like the world is shifting and changing.  I now find myself seating in church pews.  There is a canopy above my head which I secure in front and behind me.  I am now aware of Nuns who are seated in front of me.  They in turn take the canopy and extend it to the pews in front of them.  There are now Nuns seated in front of them.  They too take the canopy and extend it to the seats in front of them.  This goes on several times maybe 5 – 7 times such that it now feels like I’m riding in a bus.  The world is shifting around us except under this canopy.  It feels like we too are moving but we are moving as a collective.

A faerie is seated beside me to my right and below my under arm.  He hands me Moose antlers with the understanding that I am to use them for flight.  I’m a bit confused as I am unsure how I am to use them for this purpose. Do I put them on my head or to I extend my arms?  I extend my had to accept the antlers from the faerie.  As soon as I do their power pulses through my body.

~~~~~ DREAM ENDS

As I sat here trying to remember my dream to journal it.  I thought about what the name would be and what image could possibly go with it.  I wanted to use both the Nun and the Moose in the title but how in the world was I going to find an image.  Well it appears  an artist Alanna Wood has created a work of art that depicts just that?  As I clicked through to the larger image I was drawn to the way the grass is depicted in the image the texture reminded me of the canopy in my dream.  The antlers were very similar.   I also found another picture with  nun holding deer antlers but the antlers didn’t match my dream.  Very interesting similarities.

SYMBOLISM OF MOOSE:

They are symbolic of bravery and dominance. Antlers are a moose’s greatest system of defense. They also come in handy to get the ladies. To explain…during mating season (in the Fall), male moose vie for the attention of the cows (female moose).
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A Hat is a Hat of Course

August 4th, 2018

I had a dream where I return to a resort where I’ve stayed before.  A part of me believes I should have a my room reserved at this location.  I find my room close to the pool and walk in.  The room has changed.  They have made it more agreeable and amenable for more people to stay with me.  There are two rooms with beds in them and one room even has bunk beds.  It looks more generic than personalized but I do like the layout.  Considering this is a vacation space I think the layout works nicely.  I look for the bathroom and notice the door is closed.  I can hear someone inside using it.

Knowing I have to go to the bathroom I remember there being a restroom on the other end of the resort.  I recall something new about the resort.  I recall the entire resort being available for my needs.  I recall not only additional restrooms available but additional sleeping areas.  The choice is mine to make.  I walk out the door toward the pool on route to the other restroom.  There are people in the pool.  One woman is completely naked.  She walks on water.   She is walking toward another woman who is in the pool leaning against the pools inner wall.  Although she is a woman she has both male and female attributes.  The woman who walks on water, walks on the surface of the water toward the other woman. Before arriving in front of her she goes under the water and fondles the other woman’s private masculine parts.  I’m surprised at their open display of affection.  I wish I had time to be as free to enjoy that type of intimacy but I have to find a restroom.

I finally couldn’t wait any longer and woke up to go to the real world bathroom.  I did my business and returned to bed.  I quickly returned to the dream.

I am now entering the other bathroom where a man stands.  He is an Amish  man with a full beard with a soft breathable cotton shirt, leather suspenders and a relaxed look.  He wears a suede leather Amish style hat.  He sees me enter the restroom and salutes me by taking off his hat.  Except under the hat he has another hat.  He then proceeds to take the second hat off only to discover under that hat he has yet another hat.  This continues for about 5 hats.  The last hat on his head is small with a 5 inch brim and is tied under his neck.  Atop the crown of the hat are two small Moose with full antlers.  It feels like a magic trick as the outcome is completely unexpected.  Like a child amused with laughter we both laugh with full bellied joy.  It becomes apparent he is doing this to amuse me.  His interest in pleasing me touches my heart and soul.