In last night’s dream, I am visiting my oldest brother Paz. We are at his house and I am helping him clean and empty his house out so that he can sell it. In the wall between the living room and dining room he has built a nativity manger scene for his daughters to play with. It is about the size of a shoe box with miniature characters. His girls have left it with the last scene they had set up in the box before they grew up and had no need for it anymore. It is the only remaining piece in his house given the box is built it into the wall.
Standing in front of it, I reflect on how life might have been for him raising three daughters. I exclaim, “The house is much bigger now!” My other brother Louie and his family arrive at the house. His wife Maggie mentions there was a snow storm overnight which dropped heavy snow and now the roads are covered. I attempt to look out the window to see the road conditions for myself but I am unable to tear myself away from the manger box. I ask him if he is planning to hit the road for home? He nods as to affirm his decision. I am saddened because it is the last time I will be in this space. Tears roll down my face with a feeling of abandon filling my heart. Why is it our family always has to leave in separate directions?
~~~~~ DREAM ENDS
This dream was unusual in that I don’t often find myself crying in a dream. I remember the feeling of loss was so overwhelming. Mainly it was a separation anxiety that I was having to leave on my own and I would need to manage with the snow myself.
In last night’s dream, I have gone back to Circus Disco in Los Angeles where I used to dance when I was in my early 20’s. I am one of the first to arrive here and have the pick of parking spaces. I pick a space closest to the gate where you enter the disco. This space is such a perfect space I wonder why it has not been claimed by the staff for it’s proximity to the entrance.
I get out of the car wearing my black trench coat. I walk around the lot trying to remember where the original disco stood. It looks like they are using some of the other spaces around the disco for classes and places to lounge. There is also an automobile service station located on the premises. I walk into the entry area where I see some vendors setting up booths to sell things. There is one guy I stop to talk to in a booth. He has a table with what might be cosmetics or possibly drugs. He has a bag full of them. I obviously want to ask what he is setting up but I feel it might be personal in nature and premature for me to ask considering I arrived early he may not have had enough time to properly set up and present to the public. My attention is drawn to a drum he has on the display at his table. I tell him I completely forgot to bring my drum for tonight.
I leave his station and wonder into one of the lounge areas which also serves as a classroom or possibly a yoga studio. There are a few tree stumps they have crafted into stools for people to sit on. They are crafted in a natural way. I see many of the stools have already been spoken for with people having left their writing instruments, coats and bags beside each stool. I spot one stool which does not appear to be spoken for so I place my trench coat on it to claim it for later. As I leave the room to look around, I see an announcement for the class that is scheduled there. The teacher comes out to call her students. Believing she may need the stool I just claimed for her class I pick up my trench coat again. As the students enter her class I pause to read the announcement. Even though I can see the writing clearly I simply does not register with me. Its not something I can put words to or interpret. I simply know what it is about. It is familiar to me. It reminds of of the part of the dream you can not remember yet you know you were there.
I leave and head toward an open area in the hangar which is the main area of what used to be Circus Disco. Standing in the middle of the hanger, I place my self back in time to when I used to dance here. I envision where things used to be the sound of the music, the people dancing and the disco lights. What a wonderful time I had here. There are open doors on all sides of the hanger. Not knowing which door is the best door for me to return to the entrance I simply start walking straight ahead. To the left is the automobile service area which looks a bit greasy so I continue straight instead. The path I walk is a long one to arrive at the door. I calculate the distance traveled in each step and how long it will take me to reach the door. I take a few more steps and notice with each step I’ve cover the door still feels further away. It is as if the path is elongating as I walk. I sense it will be a long time before I finally reach the door.
Considering the door is a long way off, I decide to explore some of the areas which lay closer to me. Near the automobile service area is a mechanics office with a catwalk which is raised above the dance floor. The moment I turn to walk in that direction I immediately find myself on the catwalk. I wonder if this is restricted space for the mechanics only. I feel good here because the view from this vantage point is good and things are closer to me. There are men inside the office who I believe may come out to to converse with. I yearn to see the space filled with people dancing. I also feel I may learn something from the mechanics here.
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So I was looking for an image to go with the dream and this picture popped up. The guy who looks like he might belong in a gay bar is wearing wings. What a great Halloween costume something I’d expect to see at Circus Disco. I remember the shows they had there were spectacular. The way the wings hang down his side reminded me of the feeling the trench coat had on me as it trailed behind me as I walked. Could the trench coat have been spirit wings? Quite possibly. A very cool costume prop to have. I wonder if they would fit in my closet.
It just occurred to me that Circus Disco was in Los Angeles the City of Angels. So very fitting to have wings.
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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.
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.
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.
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.
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.“
Last night I had a dream where I am visiting my mom. She lives in a luxury high rise building. Only the exterior of the building is luxurious because people in this place don’t spend much time inside their apartments. They spend most of the time on their balconies and in the shared living spaces on the exterior of the building. Visitors are allowed to freely visit the balconies and shared spaces adjacent the private units. I am taking in the breathtaking view of the skyline. There is a jogging track that corkscrews around the outside the building. I am afraid of heights so I decide to stay near the pool. There are many small pools scattered around the perimeter of the building so that each resident does not have to walk far to find a pool or vista to enjoy. I walk around and visit several of the units. The view outside each unit is spectacular. There is one building in the distance which i recognize. It is slightly hidden behind dense fog it is the World Trade Center. I ask the person I’m with, “Isn’t that the World Trade Center?” The person with me answers, “Why YES!” in disbelief not that it it the World Trade Center because the World Trade Center is gone but that I have the ability to see it.
I turn inward to visit with my mom in her unit. She is counting coins which she has collected during her stay. Apparently they have a casino in the building. She tells me she doesn’t know how to play but every time she passes a table she places a coin down and walks away. The casino has now tracked her down to bring her her winnings. She has so many coins of all types of denominations including large coins of a very high value. She is rich and doesn’t know it because she doesn’t understand the value of the coins.
My mom is in a wheelchair and I decide to sit with her and take in one of the views. I notice the unit she is in is empty with absolutely no furnishings. Again, people don’t spend much time in their quarters. I notice the door handle to her unit is handicap accessible in that the door knob is a leaver and is positioned low to the ground. The door knob keeps falling off when I try to use it. I tell my mom, “I’m going to have to tell the maintenance man to fix it.” My mom then says to me, “Why do you need to close the door?”
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.
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).
