Dreams – Ruben Bailey

August 26, 2018

Four Dreads

August 26, 2018

I had a dream where I am with a group of guys. They are all partnered. Each one has his partner with him. I consider my own circumstances and know I don’t have a partner. Feeling alone I look around me and notice a guy standing behind me. How long has he been there. It feel like he has been in my blind spot for a long time. He is obviously my partner because he likes me and is paired with me. Why haven’t i noticed him before? I turn to look at him to see if I can answer the question. I look carefully at him. He is able to change his appearance easily. His appearance changes and now he is wearing dreads. His hair seems to float in space. He turns his head back and forth gently to move fling his hair at me. It seem to move in slow motion. I tell him his dreads look like shoe laces.

I sense it is time for me to leave. I don’t want anyone to know I’ve been here. So I decide to fly out of the space instead of walking through any doors. I begin to fly but instead of flying over the horizon I am flying straight up.

~~~~~ Dream Ends

I found it very curious that the guy changed his hairstyle while I was looking at him and why of all hairstyles he chose to fashion dreads and why he intentionally floated his dreads at me. I have no attraction to dreads, I have nothing against them but I’m not called toward them. I do however like unkempt messy hair which dreads might fall into that category.

As a word dreads is one letter off from dreams so I looked at the neurological values and both D and M share the same value of 4. The word dreams or dreads has a value of 6.

FOUR

The Ruler – Saturn

4 is the number of Foundation – the four winds, the four seasons, the four astrological elements.

4’s are solid, ‘four-square’ reliable, practical, plodding, home-loving, succeed through diligence and perseverance.

4 DESTINY / LIFE PATH

Positive Characteristics:

Number 4s are hard-working, loyal and ambitious and have a great deal of common sense and a practical approach to life. Number 4 Destiny/Life Path people are careful and unlikely to make a decision without giving the matter a great deal of thought. Once number 4s have reached a decision they will be determined on their decided course of action and will follow through.

Other people depend upon number 4’s ability to cope with life’s ups and downs and are drawn to the stability of number 4 Destiny people as they are reliable friends and do not change their opinions easily.

Number 4 Destiny people are able to manifest on all levels and are willing and able to put preparation, proper thought, passion and purpose into all that they do in order to achieve their goals and aspirations.

Number 4’s often end up becoming the pillars of the community as these individuals are hard working, practical and trustworthy. The 4 Destiny person is practical, loyal, security-conscious and business-minded.

You have the potential for great success if you overcome your insecurities – that is your challenge.

April 16, 2018

Jacobs Ladder

This is an old dream that i had maybe a year ago (2017). It has been forever present with me. It was more than just a dream or vision. It felt very real that it has not moved from my consciousness. I think about it all the time wanting to know more about it. Since my recent dream where I discovered I can replay an old dream I thought I should write this one down. A year ago I wasn’t journaling my dreams yet I still have them and the most powerful ones I do still remember. This is one of them.

I wake up in the dream to find that I have been asleep for many many years. I have not aged but somehow it is now at least 25 years into the future. I don’t know this until later in the dream. I am witnessing the President of the United States who doesn’t say a whole lot throughout the dream but his presence is known. It seems only some people are aware of me yet I am there among them. The President has an entourage of people around him constantly. I am observing all that is going on and I somehow I know the topics under discussion. We are all sleeping in close quarters several assistants along with the Press Secretary are constantly attending to the Presidents needs. The President is one of the one’s that is not aware of my presence or at least he has not acknowledged me directly. In the future they’ve made drugs such that they are no longer harmful. Even drugs that were once illegal now have versions that can be taken for pure pleasure with no harmful side affects. They have eliminated the substance abuse problem.

The President needs a prescription and therefore his personal medic is called in to administer the drug. A young man enters who is a member of the a naval academy. He is studying to be a doctor and can already prescribe medicine. He comes in and notices me but doesn’t say anything so I’m not sure he can actually see me or simply senses my presence. As the conversation continues I get more and more signals that confirm he is aware of me. It is as if I can hear his thoughts. The sound of his voice is so beautiful to me. His name is Jacob. He is such a caring individual with a deep curiosity for life. His desires are noble. He tells me he wants to change the world from the inside out. Although he is working for a Republican President he himself is not a Republican. He has only claimed to be a Republican to effect change. We seem to hit it off and begin playing on each other bantering back and forth. The Press Secretary also is fully aware and loves the young man and respects his naivete. His innocence is simply intoxicating. He tells me he finds me very attractive. Something else about life in this century is that sexual expression is more openly accepted as an exchange of energy. It’s not uncommon for people to be intimate and rejoice in one another’s presense. He again tells me he finds me very attractive. I ask for clarification to which he tells me that I am exactly the type of person he has always dreamt about being with. I ask him if he is gay to which he says that’s a thing of the past its more about being with the one you connect with and love. Somehow he understands I’m not from this time period. He then shows me how they are intimate with each other freely male and female without any hangups. He then comes to me and begins to pleasure me. The feeling of pleasure is overwhelming. I tell him I don’t date guys in their 20’s. He again emphasizes that he is in love with me as I AM EXACTLY what he has dreamt about. With his touch I can feel exactly what he is referring to. Knowing what he knows, I too now feel him and sense the connection. I am falling in love with this young navy cadet. He is paying me more attention than his responsibilities. He tells me to wait for him. While I wait he tells me to experience others as he has demonstrated. The sense of pleasure is overwhelming. I can hear a bit of scuttle between him and the President as he has neglected his duties in spending time with me. He then assures me that he has everything under control. I can still over hear the conversation but it sounds like he is loosing his patience with the President. I tell him I don’t want him to risk his career. He then asks me if I would love him regardless meaning if he didn’t have a career would I still love him to which I say of course. I now realize I’ve always wanted someone like him. I tell him to fulfill his duties and come home to sleep with me and cuddle with me. He is welcome to sleep with me anytime. I’m starting to get tired as sleep falls upon me. He is now in my bed cuddled with me late at night. I can feel his body pressed against my body. We dream of a time when we can be together forever.

When I woke up in the morning the presence of him was gone. I felt like I had allowed myself to fall asleep and allowed him to slip away. In my desire to recapture that moment I heard a voice say “You are him. You are the connection you seek.”

And Jacob went out from Beer-sheba, and went toward Haran. And he lighted upon the place, and tarried there all night, because the sun was set; and he took one of the stones of the place, and put it under his head, and lay down in that place to sleep. And he dreamed, and behold a ladder set up on the earth, and the top of it reached to heaven; and behold the angels of God ascending and descending on it. And, behold, the LORD stood beside him, and said: ‘I am the LORD, the God of Abraham thy father, and the God of Isaac. The land whereon thou liest, to thee will I give it, and to thy seed. And thy seed shall be as the dust of the earth, and thou shalt spread abroad to the west, and to the east, and to the north, and to the south. And in thee and in thy seed shall all the families of the earth be blessed. And, behold, I am with thee, and will keep thee whithersoever thou goest, and will bring thee back into this land; for I will not leave thee, until I have done that which I have spoken to thee of.’ And Jacob awaked out of his sleep, and he said: ‘Surely the LORD is in this place; and I knew it not.’ And he was afraid, and said: ‘How full of awe is this place! this is none other than the house of God, and this is the gate of heaven.’

— Genesis 28:10-17 Jewish Publication Society (1917)

April 15, 2018

Cat’s Meow

Wanting a bookcase for my area as I need space to spread my wings.

I’m given a long feather that is now a part of me which gives me the ability to fly. I move with strategic intent. I fly up to the rafters and as I approach I look for something to grip and hold on to. I don’t seem to need much support to remain suspended in flight. I remain here hoping those who enter and pass below me won’t notice me up here. I see someone walk in who immediately sees me. It doesn’t seem to phase them to see me perched high in the ceiling. From this vantage point I see Mocha is in the box that I packed 3 days ago I wonder how she survived there without a way to get out.

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

December 18, 2008

My Mother’s Name Is Penny

Last night I had a dream. I receive in the mail a postcard addressed to a woman who does not live in my house. The woman lives in Washington State whereas I live in Washington, DC. It is addressed to the organization she represents in care of her. My attention is drawn to the name of her organization, “The Foundation of Pennies” which is similar in name to my website “Penny For My Thought.”

The next day again I receive another postcard addresses to the Foundation in care of this woman who I don’t know. Each card I receive gives me a small clue as to the nature of the business she represents. Over the next few days I continue receiving mail for this woman. In my curiosity to find out more about the Foundation and it’s similarity in name to mine, I decide to open her mail. Slowly but surely through the opened correspondences, I learn more about the woman without having ever met her. I learn that she is a lesbian who is an advocate for gay, lesbian and transgender issues. Some of her mail contains newspaper clippings with photographs of her at various events.

One day I receive a package that contains a video tape documentary which tells all about the work the woman is involved in for the Foundation. As I’m watching the documentary I hear a knock at the door. It is a special delivery addressed to this woman. I immediately sign for the package and in walks a little boy. This is her son. He is cute around the age of seven. Since he sees me watching his mom on television he settles in to my house without questioning where he has been sent or that he might have been sent to the wrong address. I think, now I’m really in trouble. How do I explain to the boy or any other authorities my behavior of having opened mail that does not belong to me? I’m sure it is a felony to do so. I want to keep the child along with all the mail I’ve already opened because I am fascinated by the life this woman leads. I’m worried that I would be accused of kidnapping the child even though he was rightfully delivered to my home. For a few days, I say nothing to the boy as he remains happily in my care.

Finally I decide to ask him about his mother. He tells me his mother’s name is Penny. I then tell him that he was delivered to the wrong address and I confess that I don’t personally know his mother. He then shows me the envelope that came with his delivery which he had maintained in his pants pocket. The envelope is sealed and addressed to me. In it are a collection of postage stamps and a letter signed by Penny. I now have the impression this was all done for a reason.

foun·da·tion
Function: noun
Date: 14th century
1: the act of founding
2: a basis (as a tenet, principle, or axiom) upon which something stands or is supported <the foundations of geometry> <the rumor is without foundation in fact>
3 a: funds given for the permanent support of an institution : endowment b: an organization or institution established by endowment with provision for future maintenance
4: an underlying base or support ; especially : the whole masonry substructure of a building
5 a: a body or ground upon which something is built up or overlaid b: a woman’s supporting undergarment : corset c: a cosmetic usually used as a base for makeup

FUTURE REFERENCES: A Family By Choice

October 7, 2008

The Summit in the City of Angels

Last night I had a dream where I am with an old business associate with whom I had unfinished business ties. I ask him about the status of the business and ask whether he and our other business partners were still in communication with each other. To my surprise he answers, “Yes.” I had long since abandoned the business venture as having failed. He on the other hand tells me that the business is still viable and no one has lost anything in the transaction. I’m surprised to hear this but I can’t stop what I’m doing to look into the matter to recover my ownership. I also feel that since I’ve abandoned the idea, I no longer have a place in the transaction.

I am on my way to the top of Angeles Crest Mountain in the Angeles Crest Forest near Los Angeles. This is the highest point in the city of Angels. I can clearly see downtown Los Angeles and the massive sky scrappers. I pause for a minute to admire the majestic beauty when I suddenly realize I’m already at the summit the highest point of the mountain. Fear now begins to set in. I’m afraid to fall because I no longer have a sense of direction. I cannot tell which way is up or which way is down.

September 23, 2008

Open Election

I had a dream where it is open election for choosing a healthcare plan. Spherion is offering two new options and eliminating the current healthcare plan. I had skimmed through the documents and noticed there would be a default option for conversion of all existing plans. Since I am so busy, I don’t want to fuss with the choosing of a plan and I decide to simply allow the default plan to take effect.

Later I am in a panic because I find where I had filled out the forms and never submitted them. “Did I miss understand my own understanding of the election process?” I’m afraid I will now be without insurance coverage. Since I depend heavily on my coverage, I am at a loss as to what to do. I am in a period of limbo between the time when the old policy is to expire and the new policy to begin. I now feel I didn’t choose well. I would have preferred to have taken a more active choice by submitting my form with my election. I am also afraid that I might have inadvertently made myself intelligible because of my pre-existing conditions. I contemplate what I will do if I don’t have coverage come the New Year. I think I would sell my house and move to Canada.

June 1, 2008

Crabby Justice

I had a dream where my ex is involved in a shipping and receiving business that is less than reputable. I want nothing to do with him but we are still tied to the same sleeping quarters. He has taken the sheets and covers off the bed that we share and is having me sleep with paper towels as a cover. I am tired and simply want my own space back in which to comfortably lay my head down. He tries to convince me of the legitimacy of his new business but what he does not realize is that I can see through the false front. I can hear the fire alarms sounding incessantly, and the conversations detailing their shady transactions. I can also see their operations in progress. What he does simply does not interest me anymore. I know him for who he really is. I just want to be removed from him. It is very much a battle to see who is left standing in the end. Seeing my lack of interest and my determination to stand my ground, he makes a comment to me telling me that I’m already dead. We are spirits, he says to me.

I pause to reflect and in looking at myself. I become lucid in the dream. Now with a sense of empowerment, I go after him and grab him by his coattails as he tries to run from me. I held on and held on until I woke up with something scratching my face like tiny claws. I opened my eyes and there in front of me was a female police officer with a venomous look on her face and very bad teeth. In her right hand she held a crab by the legs which she shook at me in an effort to frighten and intimidate me. She was obviously very upset with what I had done. I was not afraid. In a sudden move I leaped forward to grab the crab away from her in an effort to prove to her that her crab could not harm me. I noticed her forearm was bloody from where the crab had clawed her hand. She pulled back exposing her teeth at me like a mad dog. I knew she was a lie. Although she wore a police cap she did not stand for justice. I let her know telepathically that I was not afraid of her and I knew who she was. She remained there at a distance unwilling to withdraw completely from my presence. I grabbed my voice recorder and began recording the details of what I had just experienced emphasizing verbally as a way of reinforcing my lack of intimidation and fear. She then disappeared.

May 23, 2008

Documentary is Now on YouTube

I’m so excited. The video documentary I did for public broadcasting of my near death experience and subsequent dreams and altered states of awareness is now on You Tube in it’s entirety.

http://www.youtube.com/RubenBailey

Thanks to Shortpants Productions I was given a copy of the taping which I promptly converted to Window Media format to compress it and slice it into 19 chapters and posted all of them on You Tube. Even I was surprised when I saw the video for the first time myself. It had me at the edge of my seat. I don’t know where the words came from to fill a total running time of 1hr:41min:20sec but in my opionion it was flawless. It transitioned beautifully. It introduces my book which I published last year.

I wanted to share the link with everyone so you can see it and share it with any of your friends who might be interested. I believe we as Lightworkers have the responsibility of creating the web of light by linking to each other across our global Internet to spread our message. I hope it will help raise awareness of the power of dreams to help us transcend our physical realty and bring us to an awakened state of consciousness.

I’m going to see how I can get the DVD which is (unsliced and not compressed) duplicated to give away and pass around.

I used the Arecibo Message as my backdrop because as with dreams it too uses symbols to relay a message out into the unknown vastness of space. And just like the Areciebo Reply I too feel like someone intelligence out there has received my message and is actively trying to communicate with me through my dreams by they celestial beings, ascended beings from other dimensions or extraterrrestrials. There is no doubt my messages have been received and are being answered.

Also see PBS Link to Documentary on right under Pages

April 3, 2008

Sole Man Out

I had a dream where I am a civil systems engineer in a CPA firm. I am looking at photographs taken at a company picnic. The pictures are spotlighted in the company’s brochure. As I thumb through the brochure looking at the photographs, I realize that I am the only engineer in the entire firm. Many of the photographs involve sporting activities such as soccer. I am not one to be engaged in sports. I feel awkward being the only man out. All of my other co-workers are CPA’s.

There is a guy in one of the photos who attracts me. I go back through the photographs looking for him specifically. My boss comes by my office and catches me thumbing through the photographs. I fain interest in the sporting activities so that he doesn’t become aware of my interest in this guy. He tells me that there is a benefit to being the only man out. He says, “We treat our sole people very special.”