Baby – Page 3 – Ruben Bailey

November 5, 2018

Who’s Sleeping In My Bed?

November 5, 2018

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

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

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

October 22, 2018

Home Team

October 22, 2018

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

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

October 3, 2018

Signed, Sealed and Delivered

October 3rd, 2018

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

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

September 21, 2018

A Blade of Rainbow Families – The Day My Mother Died

September 21, 2018

In last night’s dream, I am with a group of people at possibly a book store or news stand type store where they sell magazines, periodicals and novelties. I don’t believe I know the people in the store as it seems we are all just passing through and by circumstance we all happen to meet here. There is a large box on the floor where they have placed all the out of date items. I see several copies of the Washington Blade. Believing these are probably throw-away items and therefore free I walk over to look for the most recent edition. The first edition I pick up and open it to the cover page but it no longer has the first page. A guy dressed in all yellow says to me as if he is aware of my thoughts, “That’s not the latest edition.” So I put the copy down and reach for another one which I identify as having all it’s pages.

The second one is complete and is the latest edition of the throw-away items in the box. I proceed to open the pages and notice all the pages are cut revealing an accordion of cut out characters emerging from the pages. I close it quickly not knowing what is happening to it and try again to open it. This time I open it slowly to see what the cut out are. As the pages unfold the cut out characters become two dimensional animated cut out of people. All the cut outs are white cream color with no writing or features merely cut outs. The guy next to me who is all yellow reaches in and pulls out a spinet piano from the pages of the blade. I am amazed because I recognize the piano as the one I had when I was a kid. The yellow man begins playing testing the keys and notices a problem. It is suspected there is a ball of poop in the pages so he is wanting to work around the poop to reconstruct his piano.

With the magazine in my hands I can feel a lump withing the pages still in my left hand. I hold the “poop” tightly and walk over to examine the piano. I lift the lid of the piano to reveal it’s keys and find one of the strings is broken. I tell the yellow man that the piano is so old one would expect a string to be broken but it can be easily repaired. While I’m talking to him still holding the “poop ball” within my hand it begins to squirm in my hand. I let go releasing the tightly held pages and opening the remaining pages of the magazine open. From within the ball emerge a bunch of tiny etheric people 10 times smaller than the cut outs previously. Each one a different color of the rainbow. There are blues, yellows, reds, purple, green. They remind me of little pieces of Play Doh. Now reconstituted they are jumping and playing with each other. When groups of different colors come together they become white and grey and beige then separating again into their individual color. Rainbow colors pulse through their tiny etheric bodies.

September 15, 2018

You’re Majesty; The Queen

September 15, 2018

In last nights dream, I am in a village in a distant place with my dog Butters. The village is a place of twin cities which sit along a river. One side is a population of indigenous Indians like Mayans. I can see their elaborate and the earth tone colors they wear and beautiful head dresses. On the northern side is the City of Royals. They are the crystalline people. They have outfits made of shimmering particles.

Two women sit on thrones. One is a grandmother and the other is the great grandmother. The great grandmother is the furthers away and she sits upon a mount which oversees the City of Royals.

On the other bank of the river there is yet a third area separate from the twin cities where a giant monolith stands. He stand 100 times taller than any man in the village. He wears all dark grey silver color. He is a monolith of granite yet he is animated and alive. Some time passes before I realize he is standing across the river. I spend this time visiting with the villagers freely passing between the northern side where the Royals live and the southern side where the villagers live. I’ve spent time on both sides with them the entire time unaware of a divide.

I hear a voice ask, “Did you pay your respects to You’re Majesty the Queen?” I look around and for the first time witness the Monolith Man. HUH? Who and what is this? Who is he referring to as the Queen? I assume he is referring the the great grandmother who would in essence be the queen. I am now for the first time aware of the divide between the cities. I recognize the distinction between the two cities. I realize the two mothers are queens and they sit on the Royals side of the divide. The Monolith insists for a second time, “Did you pay your respects to You’re Majesty the Queen?” If this monolith has been standing here all this time he would be well aware I have visited and played with them for this entire time. They are family to me.

Overwhelmed by his sheer size I feel obligated to go back to the City of Royals and pretend to satisfy his request. With deep reluctance I travel back to the northern side where the Great Grandmother Queen sits. I approach kneel before her and ask in a whisper, “Great Grandmother what’s up with your son? Is he not paying attention?” Knowing she is regarded as nobility I seek her protection given my size in comparison to the Monolith. I ask her, “What should I do?” To which she answers in a loving tone placing her hand on my head and combing my hair with her fingers, “Well call me, You’re Majesty and Just go along with it.” This angers me because it seems unjust after all she is my great grandmother and who is this man who orders me around. To please the situation I whisper “You’re Majesty is that enough?” Now with an overwhelming sense of impending defeat beckoning every fiber in my body to respond. I turn inward for a moment to summon a response for the Monolith. In this moment of deep inner contemplation a rush of energy floods my body. From the my feet upward, my body fills with the energy and I immediately take flight. The rush is so great I am forced to temper the energy so as to not fly too high above and out of their sights. I realize this seems to be an adequate source for power to use in response to the Monolith.

While in flight I take the opportunity to learn how to control flight. I try different maneuvers. I suspect I am somewhat lucid here because this seems to be an automatic response to flight some earthly programming I have inserted into the dream to test things pertaining to flight. I notice some of the makeovers don’t respond as well as others. As time passes I seem to be losing the ability of flight. I try navigating to different places in the dream some with success some requiring a great deal of mental effort. I wonder if the way to more effectively control the dream is not my intent to move toward objects but instead my intent to have the scenery move toward me. Maybe my power is conserved by having everything else move around me in response to my desire while I remain still. I look down and behind me and notice I am now sitting on a chair while things are in motion around me.

With this new found awareness, I return to the villagers. As I approach from the skies I can see the surprise in their eyes as they cheer my return. I can see them going about their business in their homes. I am somehow in the mind of everyone here. I seem to know all that is happening. There is a feast where we eat and celebrate. It is now time for me to head back home. They offer me food to take back with me. The only place to carry the food is in my suitcase which is not the best place to store food but I do it anyway.

Upon returning home I have a false awakening. Where I believe I’m back home. Except the family I am now a part of are Indians from India. I bring out the food I have packed to share with them. Their customs are different from mine. Everyone eats of the food. I suddenly realize I have traveled back home and forgot to bring Butters with me. I enter a state of extreme panic like that of loosing a child. The dream must have known it needed to intervene to calm me down. I then felt my dog move who was nestled comfortably between my legs on the bed. I reached over and patted his head with an overwhelming sense of relief I returned to the dream now fully lucid.

I take advantage of my lucid state an asked the question, “What gives with the divide. I wish to understand the separation between the twin cities.” I instantly found myself on the banks of the river looking at two distinct time windows much like a portrait of each city. One millennia past and one today. The one today the river is very over grown with flowers and wild grasses along it’s banks. The one from past is pristine tranquil in its beauty yet dark and still.

Still wanting to understand more I find myself in the City of Royals. This time the city is empty only I walk here among the ruins of this place. I enter the school where I walk through it’s classrooms. I hear the voices of children play yet no one is here with me. I find an origami someone has left behind. I begin to unfold it examining how it was constructed. Fold by fold, I deconstruct the origami revealing an inner message. It is a code of secrets. In the lower right corner as I unfold the last piece of the paper I see a milky white head crowning through the crease in the page. I pause knowing this is a reference to a baby. I pause to look at the paper still not wanting to fully open it savoring the moment and trying to take in as much information as possible. I look back at the writing. It is not writing I consciously recognize yet I am intimately familiar with it’s message. At some level I understand. Deep within its creases I see the face of a woman. She is talking to me yet I cannot hear her words but I can see her lips move. I clearly understand the message. “Its possible if you want it badly enough.”

~~~~DREAM ENDS

I chose to take the alternate spelling of the word you’re instead of your given my knowledge of dreams and the wordplay that happens in dreams. Also given that each character in the dream is a reflection of me. I assume the dream is telling me I am majesty, I am hewn from stone. The dream I think is also telling me that I am the queen and ruler of my life. I have motherly instincts. I need to pay my own regards to myself and recognize and honor this part of me.

This dream is deep with meaning. I found it interesting that when I approached the queen I didn’t acknowledge her as queen I went back to refer to her as grandmother and asked what was up with her son? What made me assume the Monolith was her son? How and why did I equate the monolith as her son? and am I the monolith? Am I the son? Do I need to bring my self down a level and pay for what I want badly enough. Funny how in so doing I found my energy.

August 28, 2018

Diaper Duty Delivery

August 28, 2018

In last night’s dream I am in my vehicle sitting in the back seat. I have a sense of waking up yet I am waking up in the dream. I realize where I am “in my car”. I then realize I have a baby with me. Beside me in an infant car seat is my baby who has been delivered to me. I must have fallen asleep during the delivery. I examine him and fix his hoodie so I can see his mouth and chin better. Is he hungry? Should I change him? I better change his diapers. I proceed to change his diaper but first with a sense of tremendous joy, I give him a big hug and kiss. I can smell his baby scent. I am so happy. It occurs to me that his diaper doesn’t smell like poop.

August 27, 2018

Mom Mom Mom

August 27, 2018

I had a dream last night where I am with my friend and surro mom Ivy. She tells me she needs to take a break as an emergency has surfaced that she needs to attend to. She tells me that I will be serviced by one of her other moms. Apparently she is made up of many moms. She is like an octomom able to split herself into many moms and multitask. She presents me with two other mom’s who are a part of her. She tells me I can either choose or allow the universe to choose for me. It seems highly plausible to me to be made up of many parts all of whom can be in many places at once. It seems so natural I don’t even doubt for a moment. So I agree to allow one of the other Ivy’s to carry my baby.

After a while a flash of real world sense comes over me and I realize earthly people don’t split into many parts. I wonder how will the legal agreement we have be affected by this new revelation of her many selves and more importantly what about the Grinch and my dream? Ivy is a dream inspired surro mom. I can’t go with anyone but Ivy.

August 22, 2018

On Board Smile

August 22, 2018

In last nights dream I am waiting in turnstile lines preparing to board a ship. I and a few others are taking our bikes along for the ride. The group in the turnstile next to me have a 3 passenger bike. I remember leaving something behind. Since I’m traveling alone I ask someone in a neighboring line to watch my bike and my space in line.

The the moments before waking up, I recall asking the dream to answer my questions. I told the dream I didn’t want to wake up before knowing what to do. I remained in the dream state when a woman appeared. She looked up at me and gave me a huge smile. I looked at her for a moment thinking a smile isn’t telling me what I want to know. I examined her facial features and recognized her facial expressions on someone I’ve seen before. I wondered who she might be and what she might be trying to tell me.

August 12, 2018

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.

August 10, 2018

Castle Lights

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.