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The Number of the Universe is 4: In Case You Need Me, Speed Dial 4 on Your Cell Phone

Dream taken from: IN THE COURSE OF A DREAM EMANUEL FOR LOVE page 98

ANGELS AND SPIRIT GUIDES

I am at a county fair where we are guests at a hotel. One of the rooms in the hotel has dining tables that are laid out with orange and red tablecloths. Each table has a center piece that is garnished with pieces of dried fruit. Adjacent to this room is an outdoor white cloth tent where they store fruit that they have grown organically. Each type of fruit is stored in its own personal wooden crate. It reminds me of something you might see displayed at Pottery Barn, except that at Pottery Barn they might be selling fruit scented candles individually packed in their own little crates. By force of habit, I take the bug spray and spray the fruit. I am told that I do not need to do that because the fruit grown here does not have bugs. I am thinking I might have spoiled their organic crop. I realize my mistake and quickly discard the bug spray. Far away in an adjacent tent, I can see that there is a black lioness who is giving birth to her cub. I felt a tap on my shoulder which caused me to awaken suddenly.

As I opened my eyes, beside me was the figure of an old bearded man who sat in a lotus position on my bed. I instantly recognized the man to be Sri Yukteswar, who was the Guru of Paramahansa Yogananda, who in turn was the founder of the Self Realization Fellowship. I was a student of SRF many years ago when I first ventured away from my Christian upbringing. I had studied with them for about two years but never went through with their Kriya Yoga initiation. It was through the lessons of SRF and their many references back to the Bible and other scriptures that gave me a renewed and fresh appreciation for scripture. They helped me recognize God as one and the same across all religions. Sri Yukteswar began talking to me about the universe and how the number of the universe was 4. I could clearly see his lips moving but I heard no sound. I laid there puzzled, wondering why of all people Sri Yukteswar. I could understand finding Paramahansa on my bed but not Sri Yukteswar. I knew very little about him other than that he was Paramahansa’s Guru. He kept talking and talking and making facial expressions. I kept trying to tell him in my mind that I could not hear him. “I can’t hear you; I can only see your lips move.” He would respond, “Yes you can.” I would tell him again, “No, I’m sorry but I can’t hear you; I can only see your lips moving.” He would patiently reply yet again, “Yes, you can hear me.” Looking back in hindsight, I realize that even though I did not hear anything audibly with my ears, I did apparently receive his message telepathically, otherwise how would I have known what his responses were and his message to me about the properties of the universe. I did not know how that bit of information would help me until much later when it became apparent that much meaning is hidden in astrology and numerology. He finally faded and I rolled over and fell back to sleep.

A couple hours later, I awoke suddenly to again find him standing beside my bed asking me for the time. I looked at my wrist watch but since I was not wearing my glasses, I could not read the time on my watch. Instead, I held out my arm and tapped my index finger on the face of my watch, indicating for him to look at it for himself. He apparently did not want to make the effort himself to look at it but instead wanted me to tell him the time. Knowing he was not going to leave me alone until I told him the time, I sat up in bed to look over at my alarm clock, which sat on the nightstand on the other side of my bed. The digital clock read 5:45am. “It’s 5:45am.”

This was the morning for sudden awakenings because for a third time I would be roused yet again and with magic and grace given a code by which I would confirm the existence of my guardian angel. I had been in a dream where I was with a group of friends. One of my friends named Jennifer had taken a special interest in me. (In real life, I do not have a friend named Jennifer) She gave me a cell phone that had her phone number preprogrammed in it so that I could call upon her any time I needed her for any reason. She then showed me how, by simply pushing a single button, it would autodial and connect me with her. As I was standing there with her, she pushed the button to test the phone. In that same moment in real life, I awoke suddenly. Without even thinking, I reached over to grab my voice recorder to record the details of the dream I had just had regarding the preprogrammed cell phone. As I got to the part where I recorded, “….and she tested it by pushing the button like this,” my real phone on my nightstand rang. The sound of the phone ringing was captured on my voice recorder. I did not answer it because it was too early in the morning so I assumed it had to be a wrong number. I also did not correlate the testing of the preprogrammed cell phone with the synchronicity of my real phone ringing at precisely the same time. It was not until later that day when I went to journal my dream into my computer that I replayed my voice recording and heard the phone ringing in the background. Then the synchronicity behind it all hit me.

Mysteriously, ever since then whenever I have dreamt about my guardian angel and have gone to journal the dream, the message indicator on my cell phone would beep to let me know that I have a message. It would beep at precisely the right time and not as a result of having been moved such that it had come into cell range. I did not know if my cell phone was faulty, but it could go the entire day and not beep at all to let me know that I have a message. It always beeped at precisely the right time to let me know my guardian angel was with me. We are the fruit of the vine. We are spirit having a human experience. That experience can never adversely affect our spirit no matter what it is that we experience. We are bug-proof. Our fruit may dry and be boxed away but our mother, the lioness, is continually giving birth to its cubs.

Since that dream, I have learned from one of my spirit guides that Jennifer, whose name is actually Guinevere (which means “white fay” or “white ghost”), is in fact my guardian angel. I have one spirit guide named Felicity who is around me all the time. She reminds me of my older sister. She has shoulder length straight hair and short bangs down to her eyebrows. Her hair curls forward as it comes to rest upon her shoulders. She has a signature trait of closing her eyes and softly shaking her head from side to side like in the shampoo commercials. In the etheric world, her hair moves with great body and bounce as if in slow motion. Every time I see her, she does her signature move as it has a way of pacifying me. As I am sure you might be wondering, I would like to share here how I came to know their names. For a long time, I did not know. I just recognized my spirit guides as nameless, simply having seen them before. It happened one day in a guided meditation that was ironically titled, “Channeling Your Spirit Guides.” While focused inward on my third eye in that meditation, I had a vision where my spirit guide came and did the little thing she always does with her hair. I had my headphones on, listening to the guided meditation, and on the recording as if on queue it said, “If you should see any of your spirit guides simply ask them their name.” So I did. To my surprise, I heard a voice say, “My name is Felicity.” Shocked, yet knowing I had to take advantage of this moment, I asked her to please also tell me the name of my guardian angel, to which I heard the voice say, “Don’t you remember? Her name is Jennifer and she is the one that calls you on the phone.” I had not equated Jennifer with an angel. In the dream she appeared simply as a person and not as an angel. Recalling the memory of Jennifer from the dream and the times when my guardian angel had appeared, it suddenly rang true. I had a moment of clarity and I remembered all the places I had seen her in visions and dreams and I knew Felicity was telling the truth. She was the same person. Angels do not always appear in visions or dreams in their winged form. They come to teach a lesson and will appear in whatever form necessary to carry the intended message. One must look to the soul of the person or spirit to know who is there.

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It’s Time

August 18, 2019

Last night’s dream came somewhere in the middle of the night when suddenly I sensed someone’s presence beside my bed. This person was here to announce “The Phone Call” meaning it was time for labor. I had not heard the phone ring but I assumed if someone had to come get me out of bed I had better get up.

I immediately stood up out of bed and looked around to gather my composure and ascertain what is happening to me. At first, my world was befuddled and unclear. I am frustrated I am unable to wake up fully yet I stand in the feet of the man who has announced the call. I imagine if I am dreaming, I must be having an out of body experience. I struggle to break free to move from this stand. If I am dreaming I must be able to fly. I struggle to take flight but a tether seems to keep me connected to the dreaming man. Is he not hearing the phone ring? Does he not recognize the urgency which surrounds him?

Unable to awaken the man, I am determined to find out if the call is real. I seem to be able to move in the direction from which the call is originating. The direction is Richmond. I set on my way there. The journey is long.

I can’t remember specific details after this point. What I do recall was what it felt like to travel there. The journey was so profoundly incredible. I recall thinking in the dream there is so much here to remember how will I ever journal this. I knew in the dream there was no way I could put the experience to words. In the end, I came away with a great sense of accomplishment and success at getting there on time and being a part of the experience of birthing my child into the world. An experience I am sure never to forget.

~~~~~~~~~ DREAM ENDS

Just out of curiosity I looked up the meaning of Richmond.

The name Richmond is a German Baby Name. In German Baby Names the meaning of the name Richmond is: Strong protector.

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Wizard’s Pie

June 17, 2019

In last night’s dream I am with my MKP group at a retreat. There are many activities planned for the weekend. At the very end there is a ceremonial reception for the MKP Members and their guests. I walk into the auditorium thinking I’ve done this before so I should remember the routine but there is a laissez faire attitude about me where I am not really concerned about getting it right. I simply want things to unfold naturally without my input. Someone comes to assist the new initiates get to where they need to be. Since I am haphazard, I enter through the door where family, friends and other invites are to enter and be seated. I decide to help out with the initiates since now that I have entered through the wrong door I will have to make my way to the member waiting area so I may as well help them make there way to the secret area. I remember there is a door one can use from this side to access the other side. As I am about to escort the initiate through the secret door my cousin Jeanette appears unexpectedly. She is excited to see me and say hello. I pause for a minute to greet her and introduce her to the initiate. In doing so, I become aware of the ceremonial robe I am wearing which is my Halloween Cloak.

After a short greeting Jeanette retreats to the guest area to view the ceremony and I continue on with the initiate to escort him to the designated area where the members wait. Passing through the door we walk down a dark corridor. I reach for my cell phone so it may light my path and upon looking at it, I can see it is smaller and of a higher technology than the one I remember having in real life. When did I change my phone? I can not recall ordering a new phone so this must not be my phone yet it seems to respond to me as if it were my cell phone. Intrigued, I examine it carefully and think back to the last place where I charged my phone. It was in the member waiting area where we are going now. I will attempt to retrieve my cell phone and leave this one in its place as someone may be looking for it.

Now in the member waiting area, I look around for my charger and phone. Not finding the charger I pat down my pockets again for a second time and feel the cell phone in my right hand side. I reach in and retrieve the cell phone. Looking at it, It is in fact my cell phone. With the other hand I reach in to retrieve the other cell phone and notice it is now only the box it came in with the shrink wrap plastic.

At the end of the ceremony everyone is invited to take with them any left over food. I have a particular interest in the fruit pies. They must have been a big hit because they are pretty much all gone. I decide not to take anything back with me because nothing can substitute for apple crumb and peach pie.

~~~~~~~~ DREAM ENDS

After waking up and thinking about the dream two things really struck me, the Halloween Cloak and the cell phone. First off cell phone always are an indication my guardian angel Jennifer is near by. It wasn’t until that thought crossed my mind that I equated Jeannette with Jennifer since they both sound similar. My mind went back to the first dream where my Guardian Angel Jennifer gave me a cell phone I can use to call her anytime I need her.

Here is the original dream when Jennifer first showed up. Taken from my book, In the Course of a Dream, Emmanuel For Love pg 97.

In Case You Need Me, Speed Dial 4 on Your Cell Phone

            I am at a county fair where we are guests at a hotel.  One of the rooms in the hotel has dining tables that are laid out with orange and red tablecloths.  Each table has a center piece that is garnished with pieces of dried fruit.  Adjacent to this room is an outdoor white cloth tent where they store fruit that they have grown organically.  Each type of fruit is stored in its own personal wooden crate.  It reminds me of something you might see displayed at Pottery Barn, except that at Pottery Barn they might be selling fruit scented candles individually packed in their own little crates. 

By force of habit, I take the bug spray and spray the fruit.  I am told that I do not need to do that because the fruit grown here does not have bugs.  I am thinking I might have spoiled their organic crop.  I realize my mistake and quickly discard the bug spray.  Far away in an adjacent tent, I can see that there is a black lioness who is giving birth to her cub.

            I felt a tap on my shoulder which caused me to awaken suddenly.  As I opened my eyes, beside me was the figure of an old bearded man who sat in a lotus position on my bed.  I instantly recognized the man to be Sri Yukteswar, who was the Guru of Paramahansa Yogananda, who in turn was the founder of the Self Realization Fellowship.  I was a student of SRF many years ago when I first ventured away from my Christian upbringing.  I had studied with them for about two years but never went through with their Kriya Yoga initiation.  It was through the lessons of SRF and their many references back to the Bible and other scriptures that gave me a renewed and fresh appreciation for scripture.  They helped me recognize God as one and the same across all religions. 

            Sri Yukteswar began talking to me about the universe and how the number of the universe was 4.  I could clearly see his lips moving but I heard no sound.  I laid there puzzled, wondering why of all people Sri Yukteswar.  I could understand finding Paramahansa on my bed but not Sri Yukteswar.   I knew very little about him other than that he was Paramahansa’s Guru.  He kept talking and talking and making facial expressions.  I kept trying to tell him in my mind that I could not hear him. 

“I can’t hear you; I can only see your lips move.” 

He would respond, “Yes you can.” 

I would tell him again, “No, I’m sorry but I can’t hear you; I can only see your lips moving.” 

He would patiently reply yet again, “Yes, you can hear me.” 

Looking back in hindsight, I realize that even though I did not hear anything audibly with my ears, I did apparently receive his message telepathically, otherwise how would I have known what his responses were and his message to me about the properties of the universe. I did not know how that bit of information would help me until much later when it became apparent that much meaning is hidden in astrology and numerology. 

            He finally faded and I rolled over and fell back to sleep.  A couple hours later, I awoke suddenly to again find him standing beside my bed asking me for the time. I looked at my wrist watch but since I was not wearing my glasses, I could not read the time on my watch.  Instead, I held out my arm and tapped my index finger on the face of my watch, indicating for him to look at it for himself.  He apparently did not want to make the effort himself to look at it but instead wanted me to tell him the time.  Knowing he was not going to leave me alone until I told him the time, I sat up in bed to look over at my alarm clock, which sat on the nightstand on the other side of my bed.  The digital clock read 5:45am.  “It’s 5:45am.” 

            This was the morning for sudden awakenings because for a third time I would be roused yet again and with magic and grace given a code by which I would confirm the existence of my guardian angel.  I had been in a dream where I was with a group of friends.  One of my friends named Jennifer had taken a special interest in me.  (In real life, I do not have a friend named Jennifer) She gave me a cell phone that had her phone number preprogrammed in it so that I could call upon her any time I needed her for any reason.  She then showed me how, by simply pushing a single button, it would autodial and connect me with her. 

As I was standing there with her, she pushed the button to test the phone.  In that same moment in real life, I awoke suddenly.  Without even thinking, I reached over to grab my voice recorder to record the details of the dream I had just had regarding the preprogrammed cell phone.  As I got to the part where I recorded, “….and she tested it by pushing the button like this,” my real phone on my nightstand rang. The sound of the phone ringing was captured on my voice recorder.  I did not answer it because it was too early in the morning so I assumed it had to be a wrong number.  I also did not correlate the testing of the preprogrammed cell phone with the synchronicity of my real phone ringing at precisely the same time. 

It was not until later that day when I went to journal my dream into my computer that I replayed my voice recording and heard the phone ringing in the background. Then the synchronicity behind it all hit me.  Mysteriously, ever since then whenever I have dreamt about my guardian angel and have gone to journal the dream, the message indicator on my cell phone would beep to let me know that I have a message.  It would beep at precisely the right time and not as a result of having been moved such that it had come into cell range.  

I did not know if my cell phone was faulty, but it could go the entire day and not beep at all to let me know that I have a message.  It always beeped at precisely the right time to let me know my guardian angel was with me.

            We are the fruit of the vine.  We are spirit having a human experience.  That experience can never adversely affect our spirit no matter what it is that we experience.  We are bug-proof. Our fruit may dry and be boxed away but our mother, the lioness, is continually giving birth to its cubs.

            Since that dream, I have learned from one of my spirit guides that Jennifer, whose name is actually Guinevere (which means “white fay” or “white ghost”), is in fact my guardian angel.  I have one spirit guide named Felicity who is around me all the time.  She reminds me of my older sister.  She has shoulder length straight hair and short bangs down to her eyebrows.  Her hair curls forward as it comes to rest upon her shoulders.  She has a signature trait of closing her eyes and softly shaking her head from side to side like in the shampoo commercials.  In the etheric world, her hair moves with great body and bounce as if in slow motion.  Every time I see her, she does her signature move as it has a way of pacifying me.

            As I am sure you might be wondering, I would like to share here how I came to know their names.  For a long time, I did not know.  I just recognized my spirit guides as nameless, simply having seen them before.  It happened one day in a guided meditation that was ironically titled, “Channeling Your Spirit Guides.”  While focused inward on my third eye in that meditation, I had a vision where my spirit guide came and did the little thing she always does with her hair.  I had my headphones on, listening to the guided meditation, and on the recording as if on queue it said, “If you should see any of your spirit guides simply ask them their name.” So I did.  To my surprise, I heard a voice say, “My name is Felicity.” 

Shocked, yet knowing I had to take advantage of this moment, I asked her to please also tell me the name of my guardian angel, to which I heard the voice say, “Don’t you remember? Her name is Jennifer and she is the one that calls you on the phone.” 

I had not equated Jennifer with an angel. In the dream she appeared simply as a person and not as an angel.  Recalling the memory of Jennifer from the dream and the times when my guardian angel had appeared, it suddenly rang true.  I had a moment of clarity and I remembered all the places I had seen her in visions and dreams and I knew Felicity was telling the truth.  She was the same person. 

Angels do not always appear in visions or dreams in their winged form.  They come to teach a lesson and will appear in whatever form necessary to carry the intended message.  One must look to the soul of the person or spirit to know who is there. 

~~~~~~~ END

As I read this now for the first time I am in amazement. It has been 10 years at least since I’ve re-read my own words from my book. What struck me were two things, the numerology and lioness having her cub. First I am currently unemployed trying to find a job. ….. SO HERE IS WHERE THE MIRACLE HAPPENED…….. the phone rang my cell phone and it was a job offer. I am no longer unemployed. I didn’t even have time to connect all the other dots. The coincidence that my original dream had the lioness giving birth to her cub and here I am about to have a baby in just a little more than 2 month. The fruit from the original dream and the fruit pies from the second dream. The initiates and the initiation into Kryia Yoga. Bizarre similarities including the phone call ushering hope that my Guardian Angel has not abandoned me at my time of greatest need.

And here I was going to translate this as simply message of faith. God has a greater plan. Well now I can say God definitely has a greater plan and a new job and that lioness is about to give birth to a little cub. AMEN AND AMEN!!

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An Epoch Of Time

May 1, 2019

This dream I had several days ago around the 1st. I haven’t had a chance to journal it but it did seem significant and special. In the dream, a young boy runs up to me he is around 6 or 7 years old. He is excited to see me and is wanting to share some pictures with me. I immediately recognize the boy as OB. He is telling me all the things he will accomplish during his lifetime. I am fixated on his features trying to remember in detail what he looks like to bring back with me into my waking life.

Excited, he shows me three picture frames. Within each frame is a video of his life representing the epoch bound by the frame. As I become aware I am seeing him at different stages of his life, I again examine his facial features mentally comparing the difference in my mind on how he has grown and changed. I am so focus on his features I become inattentive to the story line as he is narrating it for me. I simply watch the video as if it had no audio mesmerized by what I am watching.

Each frame I mentally compare with the last frame. I am very pleased with his life and as I perceive from his excitement he too is proud of what he will accomplish.

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His Name Is David

In last night’s dream I suddenly find myself in a conversation with someone I have not seen in a long time. I am totally engrossed in the conversation with a single point of focus. I am present for nothing else but to engage in this conversation. I am so deep in thought with him and so happy to share my life with him I blurt out the words, “His name is David”. I am telling him about the baby I am expecting. I have not shared the name or sex of the baby with anyone other than the baby’s gestational mom. Immediately I realize I have given away too much information. I look around me and to the left of where I am sitting is seated my sister who is reading a magazine and not paying attention to the conversation. Her face is hidden behind the magazine. I discretely tell the guy not to share the information because it is supposed to be a secret. In doing this it occurs to me David is not the name I have selected for the baby yet I do not feel the need to correct the record.

~~~~~~~~ DREAM ENDS

It felt so bizarre to find myself so engrossed in the conversation and slowly becoming aware of my surroundings. Little by little I awakened in the dream to my present life yet everything felt true.

David Meaning: Beloved or dearly loved.

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Don’t Rush The Fun Part

April 15, 2019

I don’t remember much of last night’s dream which I know there was a lot more to it. I do remember thinking this dream is too complex for me to journal. Mainly the dream was a night of working through logistics what needs to happen when and for what purpose and how it should be set up and effectuated was the general theme. Toward the morning right before I woke up, I found myself at the hospital where baby OB was just delivered. I arrive to see the baby who has already been born. It is the first time I am to hold the baby in my arms. Knowing this is a precious moment to be savored and also worried about how to do it correctly, I reach into the bassinet and place my left hand under the baby’s back and head while my right hand reaches in and scoops the baby up from the bum.

With the weight of the baby in my hands, I recall a conversation with mama Ivy who had bestowed on me a few words of wisdom earlier in real life. She advised I not rush the fun part. The memory of the conversation triggered a lucid state in the dream given OB isn’t due until late August. With the advice in hand, I pause to take in the baby’s facial features. OB’s eyes are wide open and making baby faces as OB looks around the room in every direction as to take in it’s surroundings. I question inwardly whether I have come to OB or if OB has come to me.

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Fisher of an Asian Man

March 23, 2019

In last nights dream, I am away from home at my work site. I see many trucks and construction men around me. They are breaking ground to build a new work site. I become aware of a fissure in the foundation which threatens to divide the site. I somehow know this fissure to be in my house also as it’s effects are felt by the entire neighborhood. I decide to leave the job site and travel back home to secure my belongings. My house is just a few blocks away and adjacent to the job site. There is havoc as people scurry to evacuate the area. The rush of people is causing delays in getting home. A truck driver offers me a ride. Assuming this to be the speediest route home, I accept.

Once in the truck, it becomes apparent he would need to travel the long way around the work site to get to my house. The offer now seems a bit backhanded as it really was of no help to me and is taking me further out of my way. I decide to get off and head back to the parking lot to cut through to the other side. I feel the urgent need to poop but I still have a long way to go. A small wet fart slips out which causes me to soil my pants. While in the parking lot, I ask one of the cleaning ladies if she can offer me a restroom where I can clean up a bit. She offers one of her janitor closets which has a small shallow sink with fresh water and some paper towels. I clean up a bit but notice the poop is alive with fish and tiny animals. It is a muddy river teaming with life. Where the poops runs into the clear waters in the sink I examine the various life forms. There are animals of all kinds. This is not standard poop but poop which must be preserved.

After depositing all the poop into the small utility sink with water I leave to continue my journey home. I have very little time to get there so I decide to travel in somewhat unconventional ways. I assume I must be dreaming and therefore must have special powers within this dream. Taking an example from one of the frogs in the sink I decide to try to leap frog my way out of the parking structure. My leap frogging works and I am able to quickly scale my way out of the parking structure only to find it does not exit out where I need to be. Once again, I am confronted with having to find an alternate route.

The animals from my poop are now fully constituted and offer me other resources and new ideas for getting home. There is one fish who is especially beautiful and a gifted swimmer. Following his intuitive lead, I follow him to my home.

I am secure and safe in bed where I immediately have a false awakening. An Airbnb guest arrives. I hear him enter and walk up the steps to the second level. I get up out of bed knowing I already have a guest in the upstairs bedroom. I am greeted by an Asian man and his 10 yrs old son. Something unusual catches my attention about the Asian man I recognize him from before and if I do it must be a guest who previously stayed with me and is returning. Knowing I haven’t changed the pass-code on the door I assume he simply used the old pass-code to enter the house. The boy runs into my bedroom to play with things in my room as if this was his home. At the top of the stairs I explain to the man I already have a guest staying with me and don’t have available space to accommodate him. I sense he has come for an ulterior motive. I sense he is secretly attracted to me. I can see he is getting an erection in his pants. I don’t think it is a match since I am generally not attracted to Asian men. He excuses himself and proceeds to leave with his son.

It occurs to me to check to see if my son is with me. I return to the my bedroom where his son was playing only to find the infant car seat is empty. I go into a panic wondering where I might have left my child and in who’s care did I leave him. I head downstairs where my nieces are gathered. I suspect one of them might have smuggled my child with them. My niece Ester smiles at me with a mouth full of teeth so white they look fake. She smiles a second time long enough for me to carefully examine her digital teeth. There is something electronic about them. Maybe it is the means she uses to whiten her teeth. As they leave, my niece Daisy is the last to say goodbye. She places her hand on my voicebox and transmits a message like a ventriloquist. I immediately feel the vibration of her voice within my voicebox but the sound is muffled I can not understand the words. The look on her face tells me she is very happy for me and is confident I will find my missing child.

I next walk toward one of my guest bedrooms passing through the kitchen and dinning room where the Asian man’s son is sitting at the table waiting for someone to feed him. Knowing the Asian man must still be in my house I open the other bedroom door. The Asian man is in there but blocks the door from opening fully. All I can see is his face and the baby blue t-shirt he wears. One thing which strikes me are his soft youthful features. I have a feeling my son is with the Asian man.

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Tinker Bell’s Bassinet

March 15, 2019

Last night’s dream was a repeating dream as if the dream wanted to make sure I got the message. In the dream, I am readying the baby stroller checking it over and learning how it functions. The documentation on the stroller says it comes with an optional bassinet available at a significantly reduced price. It is not the bassinet I had intended on buying so I am somewhat reluctant to inquire about getting it. Slowly with each iteration of the dream, I become more open minded. Each time looking over the features of the bassinet they offer. The features seem very nice and acceptable but I still have my heart set on a different one which I had previously previously picked out. Again the dream repeats until finally my alarm clock sounds.

I quickly snoozed it pausing for a moment to reflect on the bassinet offered at a significant discount. I am torn between the one I want and the one which is being offered in the dream. As I fell back into my snooze, I see a woman who looks at me as if to ask, “Have you decided yet?” I think she can tell I am having difficulty with this one. A thought comes to her mind and she opens her eyes wide open implying she has a bright idea. Her image disappears when my alarm rings for a second time.

Wanting to know more about the bright idea, I quickly snoozed the alarm. I grabbed the dog gave him some morning kisses and readied myself to receive the gift. I slowly fell back into my dream state where I am now looking through an obfuscated window. The glass on the window is made of honey combs. I can see through the hexagons, through the golden jelly which fills each hexagon and off into the distance where blinking lights seem to be fluttering. As the lights approach the window, I can tell they are not lights but instead flying butterflies or possibly dragonflies. The light is produced by the sun shining on the wings of the butterflies. Their wings are flapping slower than a bee or humming bird. They approach even closer to reveal their little bodies which look more like Tinker Bells. At times the light coming through the honey combs is refracted off the Tinker Bells which reminded me of a kaleidoscope. It was beautiful beyond words. Again my alarm sounds.

I quickly snoozed it yet again feeling I needed more clarity on the vision. I quickly fell back into the dream state. This time, I could see shooting stars falling toward me. Each star when it entered the atmosphere of the night sky in my mind blazed in a splendor of color, yellows, orange and peach tones.

Before the alarm sounded again I knew I had no sleep left. I turned off the alarm and laid in bed meditating on the meaning.

~~~~~ DREAM ENDS

The subconscious speaks in pictures which are not easily translated. Maybe they are meant to be felt and experienced. Where the images come from I don’t know. What amazes me is the clarity with which the mind can formulate the images with such perfection. I am not an artist with any ability to draw so how does my mind create such things. Simply amazing.

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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.

 

 

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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.