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February 13, 2019

Cat Box Cove

February 13, 2019

In last night’s dream, I am standing outside my house. Before me are two row houses side by side. One of them is structurally sound the other is in the process of being deconstructed. I can not quite remember which one of the two is my house. Thinking back to when I was inside it felt like I was on one side but standing outside the same side seems reversed. I am hoping it is the one that is structurally sound because I do not want to have to deal with the problem of reconstruction.

I remember feeling so confused I walk back into the row house to see if I can make sense of my home. While I’m inside, I notice the area beside the sofa has a round wooden table with enough space below it to place a cat box. I sense I will have a partner with a cat who will need space for a cat box. I then remember I have some overdue library books and CD’s I need to return. I am worried because the books and CD’s have been in my possession for a long time. I pick up the CD cases and notice the CDs are missing from their case.

I leave and hop on the train. The train travels through a mountainous area. The mountains tops are snow covered and I can see the city lights in the hills of the mountain. There is one group of lights in the distance. I somehow know the lights correspond to my destination. I notice how the mountain seems to move as the train I am traveling on also moves down the track. At times the mountain moves faster or slower in my window depending on the track. As the train pulls up to the next station I can see the light I had seen early. I have arrived.

~~~~~ DREAM ENDS

The cat box in this dream seems very much out of place when I woke up. I also woke up believing I had over due library items that I had not returned. I remember waking up struggling to figure out where I might have left the missing items.

Last night my cat did not come home. When I went to bed I thought she was in the house. I could have sworn I had seen her. I don’t like going to bed knowing one of my cats might have stayed outside. This morning I looked for her everywhere in the house with no success. I called her outside and nothing. I’ve been looking for her all day and she has not surfaced. I have two cat boxes. One is next to the sofa table and is the one she liked to use most. My other cat always used the other one. Seemed like they had self assigned cat boxes. The dream was about Mocha’s cat box. I wonder if Mocha was sending me a message.

February 10, 2019

The Ark of the Covenant; A Water Bottle of Truth

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.

February 9, 2019

I Can Pray For Love

February 9, 2019

I wasn’t happy with last night’s dream so I wasn’t sure if I was going to journal it but I decided to do it anyway. In the dream, I am with my ex Joe down in Miami. We are going through the normal challenges of life. Days pass and we seem to get out of touch with each other until one day I realize I haven’t showered with him in a very long time. I have a longing within me for intimacy but I seem to simply be moving through life from one place to another unable to pause for a moment to enjoy it with anyone. The pain of loneliness strikes me today in a way that it hasn’t before so I pause to see if Joe has taken a shower already. When he passes by me, I can see his hair is combed and styled nicely and still looks wet. There is another guy “a friend” in our house who has been visiting for a long time. I notice he too has his hair nicely styled and looking wet. I ask Joe if they showered together, to which he replies, “Yes.”

I am angry at him for cheating on me and angry at myself for not having asked for what I want. I grab Joe by the neck and tell him this does not work for me. I tell him it is over. Our friend who is now presumably his boyfriend is now angry at me claiming stake to our home. He has installed microwave lights in the ceiling with the intent on slowly causing me to have cancer and die. I am clued in on his plot to destroy my life. They are simply waiting for the effects of the radiation to kill me so they can live out their lives.

There is not much I can do but I remember … there is one thing; I can pray. I open my palms up toward the radiant light coming from the ceiling and pray that it pass through me and reflect back justice on those who might want to cause harm to me. I believe justice with prevail. I remain standing unaffected by the cancer causing light. Joe and our friend are forced to leave and I remain in the house alone.

~~~~~~~ DREAM ENDS

As in the dream sometime I feel cheated in life because I don’t have a relationship and I find myself alone. It also occurred to me that I can’t simply pray for justice i have to pray for the things that matter to me. I have to ask for what I want.

February 4, 2019

Hydra: Come Live On Our Planet

February 2, 2019

In last night’s dream I am applying for a new job along with a few other people. I am the first one hired on by the company and offered my choice of places to work. I choose my home as my location. Two others are also hired and they too choose from the remaining locations available. The 2nd person chooses to work from the business apartment and the 3rd is given an office space at the main headquarters.

I seem to be the lead and I go visit the 2nd person at his new luxury business apartment. Looking around the space, I realize this is where I used to live a long time ago. It is much bigger than I remember it to be. I feel a deep sense of connection to this place as I look around at the many rooms and courtyard. Number 2 is trying to decide which room in the home to make his bedroom. He has an iron bed with tall iron bed posts which he has positioned in the middle of the room. With such fond memories of this space, I am saddened that he has not made it his own yet and hasn’t completely settled in. He seems to still be living out of boxes.

He then receives a delivery at the door. It is a brand new brown fire truck along with many other items of value. The shipping manifest indicates these items are left overs from the previous occupant and he can simply take possession of them. They are now his to use as he pleases. Looking through the items, there is a letter which accompanies a Trust with $250,000 dollars in it. I am a bit saddened that I didn’t choose this space for myself. I could have been the lucky one to inherit all this wealth.

Our first project we need to undertake is sent to us. There is only one copy of the instructions. Given there are not sufficient copies for me to hand out to each team members, I am going to have to convey the instructions as needed. I open the document and read through the instructions. There are sections missing and also sections incorrectly ordered. I seem to be intimately familiar with the instructions even before I read them. I know exactly what is missing and what is out of order. It appears only I am qualified to do this job.

My alarm sounds and I get up to pee then returned to bed for a few minutes of precious snooze time. I immediately return to the dream. I and my team are getting ready to sit down and have coffee. I seem to be a bit envious of the good fortune of #2. I believe with all that money he has been lucky enough to receive he should treat us to coffee. I’m not even sure #2 realizes the value of what he has inherited. As I approach the counter, we walk past the fire truck. The paint on the truck looks brand new. It is a milky chocolate color with polished chrome accents. It is obvious the truck has great value. We continue on to the pastry shop walking through the courtyard. I now worry whether they will have the danishes I enjoy eating. To my surprise, they have the exact cream cheese danishes I love. We order our food and sit down to eat and discuss the instructions.

The instructions seem to be a manuscript for a movie about life on another planet. I can see the trailer of the movie playing before our eyes. The title says, “Come Live on Our Planet.” I then see a three headed dragon pass before the screen.

As the vision fades, I see one last person approach. The colors are muted monotone shades of forest green. He smiles at me as if to confirm, “Communication Received.” I look at his face for a moment to study his expression. He has a friendly and gentle face. His hair is thick and a bit messy. He is young in his mid to upper 20’s. I sense a deep connection to this man.

February 3, 2019

Faerie Godmother Caught On Tape

February 3, 2019

I had fair number of dreams last night where I was very much engaged with the elements of the dream but I can’t quite place my finger on what I was doing. The only thing I can remember is when I woke up to go to the bathroom while I was yet resisting the urge to pee, I had a vision where I can see what is a very magical scene. My awareness is at ground level looking up at a very tall figure elongated from the base to the waist line. The figure is surrounded by what looks like a blue shimmering faerie jelly. It is iridescent with glitter stars all over it. I struggle to look up at the entity. I can see up to it’s waist. Wanting to ascend higher, I relax and allow myself to float up along it’s base. I arrive at the upper body. Upon seeing the head I immediately have a flash of insight, I am seeing myself but what am I doing dressed as a Faerie Godmother? Her wings are infant sized just now growing and developing within the faerie jelly which surrounds her. Her upper body is disproportionate to her lower body which makes me believe she is floating. I am so surprised and awake in a gasp not to mention the sense of urgency around needing to pee is pressing against my bladder.

I immediately get up and head on down to the bathroom. In my head I’m thinking this is a fluke of a dream. Where did that come from? Having done my business I return to bed to cuddle with the dog kissing his head I fall back into the dream. Again I find myself at the base of what is a magical scene. Faerie dust and jelly surrounds me. It feels refreshing and renewing as it cascades over me. I know given the opportunity I must ascend again to see the head. I want to know if what I saw before it in fact correct. Relaxing into this state of consciousness I begin to float up toward the waist. From this new vantage point, I turn to look up at its torso. Again I am astonished to see myself once again playing with this magical jelly floating high above the waist. I must be having a good time all dressing up. How did I get here? What brought me here? I almost feel like when someone walks in on you and surprises you while you are fantasizing and dancing around and you don’t want anyone to see your child like innocence, your playful spirit, an adult being a child. There I stand unnoticed by me yet I know I’m seeing myself. It feels as if someone caught my galavanting on tape and is playing it back to me. The wings are baby wings tiny compared to my size yet I wear them with pride believing I can fly.

January 30, 2019

I HAVE A DREAM: Sunrise Splendor

January 30, 2019

This morning’s dream was so beautiful. I’ve never experienced anything like this. In the dream I had a false awakening where I believed I had been woken up by my cat. I couldn’t fall back asleep so I decide to go outside to see if I can see the sunrise. There is no real clear view of the sunrise from my house in waking life but in the false awakening I go outside. Across the street I see a field of grass. I believe it would offer me the best view of the sunrise. I cross the street. I can feel the cool blades of grass under my feet. Looking toward the sunrise the sky is still dark. As the sun peeks its head ever so slightly upon the horizon the sky bursts into a beautiful flaming red. I can see down to the Mall and all the monuments in DC including The Capital, The Washington Monument and the Lincoln. The sunlight reflects an the glass of the building and on the wet pavement something so bright I’ve never seen before.

I scuttle to position myself for the best view. I want to grab my camera because this is incredible. I am so captivated by the sun I am unable to act on my desire. Within no time, the sun is higher in the sky and the flaming reds give way to golden yellows and the blues of the sky. I am in utter awe of the beauty that is our earth and our National Monuments. Its a good day to be alive.

~~~~~ Dream Ends

With all the light shining in my eyes I awake to the realization that I wasn’t already awake. My alarm has yet to sound. I grab my phone to see the time and it is 7:40 am. I have 10 minutes of cuddle time with the dog and cats. I run to the bathroom and return to bed corralling the dog to snuggle with me. I immediately have a vision. I can see a person with shimmering light brown hair. I take in his or her facial features. I can’t seem to determine if it is a girl or a boy. The person is between 14 and 24 yrs old depending if he is a boy or a girl. The person is wearing bright yellow and green. The person is talking to me but I can’t hear a word. She stands at a 45 degree angle facing me as if she is getting ready to turn and walk away. I feel refreshed and renewed. I am inspired to access both my masculine and feminine. I feel connected to Gaia.

January 28, 2019

Gorilla Morning

January 28, 2019

Last night’s dream was very bizarre and detailed. In the dream I have been frequenting the office building where I work. Day by day the scene changes just a little bit. The change is so slight it is unnoticeable except when I reflect back on the past and recall details no longer present. Everyday I go buy my danish and morning coffee from a small Korean market. On this morning, I again go buy my danish except the sum change over the many years hits me. As I reflect on the past, I perceive the overall change as significant. What is causing the change? I decide to do something different today.

Looking around I decide to follow the others about their morning business. I hop on a bus. The bus takes me up on a mountain to a remote location which is barely accessible. To hide from view I am camouflaged in the back of the bus with leather skins. I can hear the sound of the the animals who wore the skins. The passengers here are being taken hostage by a group of gorilla vandals and made to be slaves. I realize I have to do something to save these people. The gorillas are not yet aware of my presence since I am normally a creature of habit and would not have deviated from my morning routine they simply are not expecting me to be on this bus. I study my environment carefully and decide a course of action. I am unknown here it is almost as if I blend in to the scenery and am simply overlooked by their own force of habit. The gorillas simply do not notice me. I use this to my advantage.

I become lucid enough to know I am in an altered state and most likely dreaming. I decide to try some of my skills to manipulate the dream. I begin threading parts of the dream to alter the tracks slightly. This allows those who are enslaved here to notice a slight change but not large enough for it to be obvious to the gorillas. Those seeking hope can see the light and realize a new day is on the horizon. Little by little, I thread a parallel timeline. I divine a storyline where the Master Gorilla likes to be fed only one particular food his morning crescent. The gorillas seeing the new storyline give instructions to the slaves to make the crescents for the Master Gorilla. Over time the MG begins to gain weight and becomes obese all the while I continue threading the new storyline. The new story line allows the the slaves to enjoy a thanksgiving meal while the gorillas are given a ration beans. They have no awareness I have changed the storyline.

In time I create an opening big enough in the dream to fill with new possibilities. I breath in the vapors of the dream and it feels good. There is a sense of freedom. I am given a chair and a wooden staff. The chair sits on the track I created. The chair moves along the track and through the opening in the dream. I ride it home but on the way I ride past the Master Gorilla who I easily identify because he is very obese now. He is being held to the dream by only a few remaining threads. I take my staff and poke him with it once then twice. The second poke dislodges him from the dream completely. We are all free now.

My chair continues down the track as I return to my bed and I awake from the dream.

~~~~ DREAM ENDS

After my alarm rang I closed my eyes and immediately had a vision of a woman. I studied her features carefully. Her jaw line was thin and pointy. She had similar eyes to my family. She resembled my dad’s side of the family. I wondered if she was representing the female embryo’s. She spoke to me. I could see her lips moving and the expressions she made will speaking. She explained the gorilla dream on some deep level words are not able to describe. When she was done she gave a final blink of her eyes and vanished.

January 26, 2019

Peep Stamps 30 Cents

January 26, 2019

In this dream I am with someone and I invite him to have lunch with me at my old job. As I approach the glass door to enter the building it occurs to me I no longer work here. I wonder if the access code still works for the door and if they would know I entered the building. I try the code and to my surprise the door opens. I walk in but worry about inner access restrictions. I decide to offer him an alternate place to eat across the street at International Square.

We sit down to eat and after we are done I escort him to the metro but he tells me he does not have a metro card. I take him to a vending machine which sells postage stamps. He places his money in the machine and pulls the lever for a stamp. The stamp is returned by the vending machine. It is reads 30 cents. Unsure if this is sufficient to ride the metro, I suggest he try his luck with it. He appears willing to do so.

The cat woke me up so I took advantage of the moment to take a pee break. Upon returning I closed my eyes and immediately had a vision. I am seeing 4 children around the age of 7. All are lined up facing me stooping slightly as if to peer into my life. My attention immediately awakens to the thought one of these young peeps might be OB and if one is OB then the others must be the MBs who are on ice. The first child comes in for a closer look. He has light straight light brown hair with his bangs touching his eye browse. I can see him clear as day. My heart warms with the thought of OB.

January 23, 2019

PDF: Public Displays of Friendship

**How a Lack of Touch is Destroying Men**, by Mark Greene

January 23, 2019

Last night’s dream was very touching for several reasons. I have been feeling very lonely lately and isolated. Even though I have people I know around me there are far and few I can call good friends. My heart yearns for deep connections. In the dream I am at work. My old boss BMo who I worked under for 20 yrs gives me and my team a project to work on. There are many parts to this project which have to come together just right. I have completed my tasks and am waiting on the rest to complete theirs. My boss wants to view the outputs to the project so he can review them. I can see my completed tasks on my phone but I am trying to figure out how I can get it from my phone to where he can see them. I decide to print it which I do but then I realize I do not have a print driver on my cell phone. I then try to create a PDF of the document. It is proving very challenging to transfer the information but I manage to get the information to my boss.

A co-worker is sitting at his computer and asks if I can help him retrieve some data off a hard drive. He has several hard drives taped together with black duck tape possibly to conceal the data. He point to the area beneath the tape where he believes the data is stored. We have to get the data without removing the tape. Jokingly I ask, “Why did you secure it with duck tape? Is it your porn collection?” He simply laughs and grabs my hand to hold it. I sense from his touch he is wanting an excuse to have physical contact with me. I am confused because I know him to be a straight man.

He holds my hand for an extended amount of time not wanting to release it. We work on accessing his data. Feeling more and more comfortable with him holding my hand I stand behind him and place my other hand on his neck. I can feel the little hairs on the back of his neck. My body fills with emotion and a sense of longing. As our final act he gets up and thanks me. As he gets up, I release my grip on his shoulder and my hand slides gently along his chest. I can feel his heart beat and a sense of a warmth pulsating deep within.

Our team project is complete with the help of our team mates. I can see my boss’s sense of satisfaction for a job well done.

~~~~~ DREAM ENDS

I felt so good after waking up. A part of me felt like God or the Universe feels my pain and wants to comfort me by giving me what I need even if it is just in a dream. The is not to belittle the effects of the dream because they feel so real to me. I woke up feeling cuddled and hugged.

I went on my search for a picture to go with the dream and came across this one which is so perfectly suited for the dream. The article “How a Lack of Touch is Destroying Men” so perfectly hit the nail on the head. It is a must read and so applicable to me and my situation now since I am expecting a baby and since I will be a stay at home dad raising my little one I can take the opportunity to teach the value of touch. It is also reassuring for me to know how much I too will receive from the experience of being a parent.

Sometimes the synchronicity of the message in the article that is perfectly suited for where I am and what I need today makes me feel like the Universe is responding directly to my need. How wonderful is that?

January 23, 2019

Care Stamps

January 21, 2019

I had a night full of dreams. During the night I remember thinking this is too much I can’t journal all this so I decided I would not journal anything. Instead, I would simply enjoy the dream.

In one of the dreams, I am looking for someone to watch my dog for the weekend. I respond to an ad in the classified. The gentleman who answers the ad seems like a nice guy. I immediately decide on letting him watch my house. I leave without a care in the world knowing my dog and house will be taken care of.

Upon my return he tells me he decided to rent a new apartment under my name and move all my things. I have only been gone 3 days. He has also taken on a roommate or partner. I am angry and confront him about this. First of all, I want to know where my dog is. I look for him in every room but he is nowhere to be found. He tells me the dog is in the cage outside. OUTSIDE?!? I am fuming mad. I never leave my dog outside. I head outside to look for him. I can see the cage but I do not see Butters anywhere. I call to him. I rush back in to continue venting my disapproval of his actions. He tells me it is too late he has already moved my things. I tell him sorry this is not how you do things. I don’t live here. I threaten to report him to the management for using my name.

Wanting to find my dog. I rush back outside and continue calling out to my dog. “Butters, Butters where are you?” The apartment units are all interconnected with one exiting and immediately entering another or entering a shared space between the units. I become confused not knowing which unit is the one came from? I examine the doors and can distinguish the inside from the outside. I walk out to a common area where they have communal lounge chairs. People are relaxing on the lounge chairs. Some are in communal areas and some are in private units. I call out to Butters again and finally he comes to me. I gather his leash and his cage and proceed to put everything in my car to leave.

I wonder where the management office might be. I would also like to retain details on the unit he rented so I can properly identify and report the situation. I decide to look in a desk drawer. Inside the drawer I see personalized sheets of stamps he has ordered from the post office. The stamps are the type you peel and stick. Each stamp is white with a simple logo with gold lettering. The lettering reads. Care.Com. I wonder how can he be a caring person and have stolen my identity.

Once in the car I see a guard in the parking lot. He also sees me. I want him to know I am not some dazed dreamer. I want him to know I move with intent within my dream. I decide to get out of the car and look in the trunk. The car I am driving is a convertible. I loosen the top and retract it for the ride. Once again I pause to look at him and sit back down in the drivers seat. It occurs to me I don’t know where I am going. Struggling to access my waking memory…..I dig deep within me for my address. I affirm to myself, “I know my address!” I struggle to call it up from waking life. I can see my street in my mind. I plot a destination. MY ADDRESS IS <STREET NAME>.

I instantly woke up having yelled my street name.