Angels – Page 3 – Ruben Bailey

August 1, 2018

Ready to Ride

August 1, 2019

This dream i had two days ago but I didn’t get around to adding it. Last night’s dream seemed to dove tail into it. The dream is complex but simple. I am on a roller coaster ride that continuously comes back to the same place for me to do something and then get back on. The something I have to do is journal the dream from the night before. I remember feeling very very tired of continuously looping around and around on the track. At one point, I simply can’t ride it anymore and I get off. This is when I recall being in the dream from the previous night where I notice a computer screen this is the same computer screen from the night before which I remember has journal entries. Again as I did in the previous night I read the journal entries presented on the screen. I am keenly aware the screen controls the track the roller coaster uses and I must write the script to differentiate the track to effect a new path.

In the previous night when I look at this same screen I am unaware of the roller coaster. All I know is I am somehow a contributor to this effort. We have work to do. As I start reading the screen it contains information on the work being conducted. I recognize the work and it becomes apparent it is a journal of the work which has been performed to date. I ask someone nearby if they can confirm my assumption. The person confirms it is in fact a record of the work conducted. It somehow feels like a story of my life and my life’s mission. The record is missing the latest developments and the course for the future. I begin typing into a tiny keyboard that is very very small. Someone notices I am struggling with data entry and hands me a cell phone which has voice to text dictation. I begin using it to input the data stream.

My awareness now returns to the present moment in the dream. The roller coaster now contains new instructions. I no longer feel fearful or reluctant to embark on the coaster once again. I am ready for the ride of my life.

July 19, 2018

AAA Air Mail

July 19. 2018

Last night I had a dream where I am responsible for the AAA memberships. I’m new to this role. I am receiving all undelivered mail on memberships. I see the envelops with the names of the members on them. I am not entirely sure what I should do with them but I feel obligated to get the mail delivered to the addressees.

I am invited to a party. We are waiting for the doctor to arrive with the drugs that are needed to support our work. I am not aware of anything and feeling a bit lost and confused. The host serves dinner. I eat then prepare to leave. The host says, “The doctor has not arrived yet.” I can’t stay here all night long I have work to do and mail to deliver. They are blocking my departure so I find an alternate route down a spiral staircase. On one of the lower floors someone intercepts me and tells me not to leave yet. The doctor is simply running late.

July 9, 2018

Rainbow Braid

July 9th, 2018

Last night I find myself within a community of people. My mom is there in a wheel chair. She wants so sleep outside in her wheel chair where she can enjoy the fresh air. I’m concerned about being outside and not in her designated home but I want to do what I can do grant her her desire. I decide to secure the perimeter and do what I can to make the neighborhood a safe place. I don’t know where the courage is going to come from to police or enforce my objective. I tell people who are resistant to my idea. I am somehow forcing them to adopt my solution and submit to a secure zone. I come up with an idea to make the proposition mutually beneficial. The more I give the more I receive. I demonstrate how it works in building a better place and the small amount of effort that is magnified if everyone is moving toward a common goal by doing what we enjoy doing as long as what we do also have a benefit to a greater and shared goal we all win. After seeing the benefits for themselves they are eager to participate.

I now see the ladies in their front yards. Their beautiful golden hair is braided and the sunlight reflecting off their locks reflects pastel colors of the rainbow. I am pleasantly surprised another added benefit.

June 6, 2018

Look At Me Bobby

June 6th, 2018

I had a dream where my mom has a museum where she displays artifacts from history. The artifacts have religious or spiritual connotations. Things like tuning bowls, instruments, mandalas etc. My mom lives in the house behind the museum. Someone comes into the museum looking for her wanting to borrow my bike. The person is a cousin possibly Victor. I’m thinking I hope my mom hasn’t started lending out my things to people because these things are things I cherish and have great value and memories tied to them. I don’t seem to remember how to get to her house. He tells me they need access to the water lines. As he is leaving, I tell him, I am the son of Otilia. I then discretely follow behind him knowing if I follow him he will lead me to where my mom is or lives. I may learn more about my mom. Behind the house is a natural body of water which is very deep. The water glows orange and yellow in the light of the sun. He now has lion hair and a furr coat on. He now reminds me of my cousin Jeannette. She dives in to retrieve what they need to access the water main. When she comes out at the other end I tell her she didn’t have to jump in the water with her coat on. She then takes the coat off to dry it and now she is a man with a beautiful hairy chest. I think to myself, why would you cover that up his beautiful furry chest with a furr coat? He rushes off to get his firetruck. I am looking in the direction where he went waiting to see him return when from behind a truck and trailer approach. The truck has no sides or top. I ask him if it is legal to drive around like that. He gets off the truck and tells me this is his firetruck.

Scenes flash before me like short 3 second movie clips. Messages from these people come rushing in. In one clip, I see my son when he is young. I stop the clip because after all its my dream and I want to see my son. The dream pauses for just a moment long enough for me to get a good look.

(Click on above image it’s a 3 second clip)

In the time span of a breath I take in his image. Feeling complete I exhale allowing the dream to continue. I then see a man who looks at me. I am still coming off the intense high of seeing my son so I am not paying much attention to anything else. I feel like I have what I came for. Again he makes a facial gesture indicating he too has a message for me. I am still unable to focus. He looks directly into my eyes and says, “Look at me.” I pause long enough for me to get a good look at this man. The dream ends here as his image slowly fades from my mind. Who is this man?

~~~~ DREAM ENDS HERE

I then woke up and recorded the details of the dream. After my coffee I wanted to know who this man was. Why was it so important for me to look into his eyes. I said a prayer and walked into my library glancing slowly at the pictures on the shelves. I wanted to find a picture with someone I can look into their eyes. I then came to my Grandmothers photograph. I stared at my Grandma for a few minutes and felt complete.

I then went upstairs to start my day. The man’s face a man I’ve never seen before yet clear as day in my mind’s eye sat there not wanting to leave me. I turned on the TV to watch MSNBC. The news was having a segment honoring Robert F Kennedy. It was a long segment on his life. I am slightly annoyed because I want the regular news. What is going on with Bobby Kennedy today that they are taking so much time recounting his life. They then turned to a picture of him and OMG it was his face in my dream. It was his face exactly.

I then went online to look for pictures of him to possibly look into his eyes. Come to find out today it is the 50th anniversary of his death. He died 50 years ago at Good Samaritan Hospital in Los Angeles.

My grandmother Simona Camargo also died at Good Samaritan Hospital when I was in the 8th grade probably 1978. This is the picture I have of my Grandmother in my library. I worked at Good Samaritan as a candy stripper the summer she died. My aunt Helen also worked there as a nurse. I thought it unusual when I came to her picture how perfect it felt to looking into her eyes. I felt it must have been her. I thought maybe my grandma came to me as a man in my dream but why would she do that? Apparently there was so much more to be told. What is the coincidence that today would be the anniversary of Bobby’s death. Curious too the image I found online of bobby near the body of water is a 3 second clip much like the clips presented to me in the dream. Had he possibly been swimming there in that picture? And apparently he has a hairy chest. So many coincidences.

I know beyond a shadow of a doubt it was OB I saw before this man showed his face. Was it then OB all along showing me his firetruck? I like the picture of Bobby and the little girl. I imaging myself someday with OB. I wonder is that was his daughter. I don’t know much about Bobby Kennedy. Was OB my Grandma and Bobby all in heaven conspiring to send me messages. I think so. I am a blessed man to have a direct connection to the higher realms.

May you rest in Peace Bobby. And to my Grandma I remember you like it was yesterday. I will never forget you. Le tengo mucho amor abuelita.

April 25, 2018

Mom, I Love You

The only thing I can remember from today’s dream was as I was waking up. I felt it time to leave the dream but I didn’t want to leave. I am sitting close with my mom holding onto her arm. I tell her how much I love her. The expression of love is so profound. I am awe struck at how deep the feeling is. I don’t want to leave. I tell her again, Mom I Love You.

April 18, 2018

Communicate!

I had a dream where again I am at my old job and I realize where my desk is. I have configured some communications equipment and I am showing someone how to establish the same communication. I can see the offices and the walls between the offices. I remember there used to be a bathroom between the wall but I can’t see it now from this vantage point. I then suddenly find myself in the men’s stall between the walls.

At this point I have a false awakening believing I was somewhere in a men’s room stall. Having to pee I proceed to pee in the bowl. I then recognize that the water line is unusually high. As I pee into the bowl I wonder if my urine will cause the bowl to over flow. The bowl then starts to overflow. I’m worried that it will affect those others who may possibly be in the rest room with me. No one wants to step in urine. As I exit the stall i see someone passing me to leave the restroom. I ask him if there was a problem to which he says no, no problem. I then look at the time and recall

I leave out and find myself at a store front similar to the old shops on Alvarado Ave in Downtown Los Angeles. The shops have display windows as outside before you enter. The store sells musical instruments. I can see a beautiful violin in the window. I notice the deep honey yellow color similar to the color of the urine in the bathroom and also similar to a previous dream. For a moment something feels out of place. I notice the time and remember the days when I used to arrive at work at 10 am. Now I know I start work at 8:30 am. I wonder where the day’s have gone since I seem to have less time during the day than what I used to have starting my day later in the day.

I then walk into the music store and see some unusual bubbles being blown. I believe these bubbles are used to make alien space crafts. They are showing me how the ships take form.

elderly man who is flying in the air so i know he shouldn’t be able to fly in the air the way is doing it. I immediately take advantage of having seen something that doesn’t square with my reality and walk over to the old man. As I’m walking over I can see there is a concert that is letting out. I see my Aunt Lupe walking toward me but she doesn’t notice me. I look at her and the old man and say why ain’t you looking at me. I want them to know I am really there. I demand to be seen.

November 10, 2009

May I Clean Your Chandelier?

I went to bed early last night. My head was hurting so bad from crying so much over the break of my recent relationship with Lane. I had so many emotions wrapped up in my head that when I was falling asleep I kept hearing voices. They were the voices of many people. They were so loud and clear that they sounded as if they were in the room with me. I was so irritated because they would not shut up and they were too many voices at once to distinguish the context of the conversations.

I struggled to wake myself up to stop the voices. As I would come back into consciousness the voices would stop. I’d look around my bedroom and see the total darkness and stillness of my bedroom with only a dimmer of light coming in from the street.

Again I would close my eyes and try to fall asleep. Sleep came quickly and as the sleep paralysis would set in the voices would immediately begin. Again I’d struggle to wake up to regain control of my body to stop the voices. Each time I’d reawaken, the voices would immediately stop and I’d come to see the stillness of my bedroom. This happened several times repeatedly. The later and more tired I got and deeper I fell into sleep and the harder it became to reawaken myself to stop the voices.

I then began having false awakenings mixed in with the real awakenings. Eventually I got to the point where I would reawaken to the stillness of my room and immediately close my eyes and enter the false awakening while still fully conscious. In the false awakenings my bedroom became brighter as if I had night vision; I could see the people in my room; those responsible for the voices. There were many people present none who I recognized.

I am irritated that these people have given themselves the liberty of invading my personal space. With my arm I reach out to grab the person closest to me. I point at each person singling them out one by one to let them know I am aware of their presence and there exact location in my dream. But like ghosts my physical movements had no effect on them they simply ignored me. I swung my physical arms harder to make them aware of my disapproval. Finally surrendering to the futility of my efforts, I simply ignored them and fell deeper into the dream.

Angered by their invasion of my personal space, I decide to pick up my belongings and go home. The only belongings I have here in this dimension are a massive crystal chandelier with many fragile pieces and an avocado green upright Hoover vacuum cleaner just like the one my mom had when I was a kid. I am angry with myself. Why do I have this chandelier here in the first place? Why in the world did I remove it from my home to bring it here? The chandelier has been here for so long and uncared for that the glass is completely tarnished yet I know it still has intrinsic value worth keeping so I must take it home with me. I’m embarrassed that the crystals are so dirty from neglect. I grab a cloth sack with a draw string and place the many crystal pieces of varying lengths in the sack. I am careful so as to not break any of them. I carry the sack with caution in front of me. The vacuum cleaner is sitting on a shelf upside down in a closet. I grab it by the handle and turn it right side up and proceed to leave.

Outside is a woman sitting on the curb. I know her to be an Angel but in this dream she is without her wings appearing as a regular person. Since I am lucid, I know her too well. I recognize her even though she is appearing as a regular person her angelic qualities shine through her pale white skin. To temper her brilliance she is wearing a black pearl choker. She is playing with some of the crystals from my chandelier moving them around like chess pieces on the sidewalk. Apparently I had not retrieved all of the pieces. She brings light to the dirty pieces exposing them for all to see.

At this point I’m angry with God for exposing my vulnerabilities and my dirty crystals and the fact that some have escaped my grasp. I grab the Angel by her pearl necklace and demand the return of my crystals. Forcibly I take them from her and release her from my grasp.

I am so angry.

October 26, 2009

The Promised Land – A Place of Healing

Last night I had an incredible and extremely vivid lucid dream. In the dream I am in what appears to be a psychiatric ward of a hospital where people come to recover from mental and emotional trauma. I notice the ward is mostly occupied by young men. Most of the attending staff of doctors and nurses are women. I am given a private room for my stay. The layout reminds me of a honey comb. Every room has 6 sides and is adjacent to another room with six sides which is adjacent to another room with six sides and so on and so forth for as far as you can see. The layout strikes me as unusual so I walk through the rooms. There are no corridors. Every room simply leads into another room. Many of the rooms are empty so there are plenty of open rooms available for new arrivals. I see patients playing board games with each other and there is a very good communal atmosphere present.

A nurse approaches me to perform my intake. She encourages me noting the success of the hospital to treat trauma. She tells me if I choose I will never have to suffer again. This all seems so bizarre to me and I suddenly realize I am dreaming. In this now wakeful state I begin to pay very close attention to everything she is telling me about their treatment program. It sounds so appealing and makes perfect sense to me except I’m in a dream and I am lucid so I must investigate my surroundings. I tell her I need some time to run some personal errands before committing to my stay. She tells me there is no problem. I can leave at any time and come back at will but I’m thinking a program this good is sure to fill up quickly. I want to benefit from the program as well as conduct my research into this lucid state in which I find myself. With her assurance that a space is reserved for me, I leave through the door in the courtyard.

Outside I run into my sister Grace who is going to accompany me on my journey. I tell Grace that we are in a lucid dream and to pay close attention to everything she sees and hears and make a mental not of it. I want to find the extent to which the illusion we are in persists. At what point does the illusion of the dream break down?

What I am seeing through my mind’s eye is simply breathtaking. I can see the sky and clouds and the moon and the stars with such clarity and beauty that is simply indescribable. Upon the horizon is a massive thunderstorm approaching. It is dark and ominous yet quite contained to a very specific area in the sky. It is not threatening. It is beautiful in the power and force it holds within it.

I continue to walk and walk till I finally reach the end of the illusion like walking through quicksand nothing else exists except the raw material from which reality is created. I have long left my sister behind and only I stand alone in a thick sticky substance as if I had a sheet draped over me. Feeling I’ve reached my goal and found my end I turn back and soon reencounter my sister who escorts me back to the hospital.

I’m given the same room that I had been assigned before. I’m surprised that they actually held the room for me. They in fact saved my place. I sit in the courtyard looking up at the sky knowing that now I can benefit from all the healing properties of the dream. I also can’t believe that I am fully aware of everything around me. There is nothing out of place. I have examined every detail of this dream, this reality and found every part to be complete in every detail. Every word and sound makes perfect sense. I am in the process of healing my wounded soul.

After thought:

I was very struck by the honey combs. Is this what a sixth dimension reality looks like, feels like? Within a hexagon is found the 6 pointed star or Star of David which is a reference to God. Honey is a reference to love.

“And thy Lord taught the bee to build its cells in hills, on trees and in (men’s) habitations…there issues from within their bodies a drink of varying colors, wherein is healing for mankind. Verily in this is a Sign for those who give thought”.

Translation of Quran 16:68–69

February 18, 2009

Reading River

Last night I had a dream. I am at my house and I look out the front window and notice people gathering. I step outside my front door to and see my neighbor Evelyn standing amongst a group of people. She is giving them the news that she is moving out of the neighborhood after having lived in her house for over 30 years. It is the end of an era.

Upon hearing the news, I begin to cry. I reach over to embrace my neighbor. I am heartbroken. She lovingly hugs me and tells me that everything is going to be ok. She then draws my attention into the distance. In front of my house there lies a river at the bottom of a hillside. Along the bank of the river, I can see my nephew standing with an inflatable raft.

There is something not quite right with the raft and this image. I struggle to get a good look at the raft to figure out what is so unusual about it. I notice that the raft does not have a place in which to sit. It looks more like an inflatable mattress than a survival raft. My nephew is fanning the ground with it causing dust to rise into the air like smoke signals. I’m told he is waiting for his friends to arrive to go into the river with the raft.

My nephew’s behavior strikes me as curious. I stand there puzzled trying to figure this out. I have a vague awareness that I might be dreaming. Nothing makes sense here. As I’m standing there a strange man walks by. I get the feeling the stranger does not belong in my dream. He disappears out of sight.

I then get in my car and drive around the neighborhood trying to be very observant. I drive by old neighborhoods where I used to live. All the housing in this area has been taken over by slumlords. I attempt to read the writing along the streets paying close attention to the words. The words don’t make any sense to me. They are words I do not recognize or much less pronounce. I assume I must be dreaming. At this moment I see the strange man again from before walk by. He quickly gets lost in the heightened confusion but I am determined to make sense of this world.

I continue driving focusing hard on trying to take in all the information from this place. I then notice that my car’s performance is not what it should be. The car is stuck in second gear and it feels like it wants to stall. I want to try to get to a place where I can pull over but I am currently driving through an underpass. I need to make it to the other side. I am looking over all the instrumentation gages in the car to see what might be wrong with it. A small white navigational screen appears in the center console of the car. It is displaying a single word. Initially I do not recognize the word. I can read the letters but not the word.

Aggravated I turn to open the door and get out of the car. The strange man is standing immediately outside my car. Without thinking I reach over and grab him through the window of the car by his neck. I take a firm grip of him and immediately wake up from the dream.

I had literally sat up in bed when I grabbed for the stranger’s neck. As I opened my eyes, I found the man clutched in my fist. I could still see his face in my mind’s eye and before me with my naked physical eyes. It was as if I had two copies of the same man in my head….one in the back of my mind and one out in the physical world in which I live. His ethereal presence faded as I vehemently shook him in my physical world. His expression was one of complete surprise. He was not expecting me to do that.

Because I jerked myself awake when I reached over and grabbed him by the neck I inadvertently hurt my own neck as my sleeping head did not respond as gracefully to the request my body made to attack the man before me. As I sat there in bed it occured to me that I did understand the meaning of the word displayed upon the navigational screen. It’s meaning resonated deep within me with profound truth of which I cannot explain.

3 days later my neck is still hurting from the incident.

December 23, 2008

Love is Perfect; The Bedouin Man

In the middle of the night I woke up with the feeling that someone had taken my wallet from off my nightstand. Before I could even open my eyes, I grabbed for my wallet which was now in the hands of a man who walked beside my bed. To the man’s surprise, I was successful at reclaiming my wallet from him. As I opened my eyes, there standing beside my bed was this man. He was a Bedouin. Although he stood in my bedroom he also stood simultaneously in his world upon a precipice in the high desert. He was a beautiful luminescent blue angelic being whose face radiated pure unconditional love. At times the wind being so strong blew his scarf in front of his face obscuring my view of him. I raised my hand and arm in front of me to hail his presence.

He then placed a vision in my mind; a dream where I am in a sexual embrace at the point of ecstasy with not a person but the entire universe. The universe is inside my body. The feeling was so overwhelming that I completely lost myself forgetting where I was. My being was totally and completely consumed by the experience. For the first time I experienced real LOVE. I understood that when we love our love is felt by everyone. Love is perfect.

As the dream continued and I regain awareness within the dream I realize I forgot to let the dog in from the cold. I quickly run downstairs in the dream to let him back in. My dog is so excited to see me. I kneel upon the floor and my dog jumps into my arms to be cuddled by me. We walk back upstairs and return to bed.

The vision ends and my awareness is returned to the Bedouin man. My arm is still outstretched. My eyes rolled back in my head in utter amazement as my body fell back in bed. After a few moments, I regained my composure and sat up again to look around the room. The Bedouin man was nowhere to be found.