Dreams – Page 2 – Ruben Bailey

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.”

March 26, 2008

The Bear Beard Symphony Orchestra

I had a dream where I am in an auditorium with family and friends. There is an orchestra in the pit tuning their instruments. As the orchestra begins to practice before their performance, the person with me draws my attention to the manner in which they are playing their instruments. The members of the orchestra are flapping their arms like birds. He then says to me, “Look at what they are wearing.” All the members of the orchestra are completely bare without any clothing. Then he says, “…and look who is the conductor.” I turn my attention to conductor who is also without cloths. He is an old stocky grey haired man with a long flowing beard that reaches down to his belly. He has made a dream catcher out of his face and beard by weaving his beard with feathers and beads. I then realize, I am the conductor and he is the dream.

March 25, 2008

Alien Nation

In last night’s dream, my mother was pregnant. At the time of labor I see her assisting the baby through the birth canal. In the end, the baby comes out unborn in a bubble along with the placenta. I tell my mother that the birth sack must be broken to allow the child life. I’m asking those around to please call a doctor so that we can be told what to do. The doctor then confirms that the sack must be broken. I quickly break open the sack. Within the sack is only the head and neck (a very long one) of the infant child. It is an alien child. Not knowing what aliens look like when they are born I decide to pat it a couple times on the back of the neck to encourage it to move. It does not move nor does it open its eyes. I am fearing it might be dead. I want it to live. I want the curiosity of alien child. A part of me wants to know if this is a real child. “Is this a real child?” I run my fingers along the back of its head and down its neck. I feel. I can feel the sensation of its leather like skin against mine. This triggers my awakening. I slowly gain consciousness with the child gaining consciousness along with me.

In awe…I laid there in my bed trying not to loose this state of consciousness. I want to know what happens to the child. I began meditating. I then saw upon a black canvas, blue maroon light. It was a scene from a city at night. I could see people and cars running in chaos. The sky was falling. Large pieces of debris were coming down upon the people. Large birds as big as a house were flying around. I then saw a white disc run across the night sky. The vision ended there.

When I got to work the word that stuck in my mind was alienation. I looked up the exact definition of the work in Merriam-Webster’s dictionary.

Main Entry:

alien·ation

1 : a withdrawing or separation of a person or a person’s affections from an object or position of former attachment : estrangement <alienation…from the values of one’s society and family — S. L. Halleck> 2 : a conveyance of property to another

I then went to Wikipedia and looked up Alien Nation. I was not too surprised to find a movie by that name for which I followed the link. What did surprise me was the promotional poster for the movie. It looked exactly like my vision. Needless to say, I went online to my blockbuster account to order the movie. I had never heard of this movie before today but I assume there is something here for me to discover. Another piece of a very large puzzle.

March 11, 2008

CLEAR PROP!

Last night I had a dream where my family and I are staying in a group of bungalows in somewhat of a resort type place. My aunt Helen is rooming across from me. She is not in her room. I’m in her room and two guys show up at the door and force their way in. They are somewhat known to me but not close friends. They want a place to hang out for a little bit. I can’t seem to shake them so I allow then to stay for a minute. I however don’t want to be around them to I walk out of the room to figure out what to do. I few minutes later I re-enter the room and they have made a mess of her room. All her dry cleaning is strewn on the floor. I sternly ask what the hell they think they are doing to which one of them answers that they are looking for the remote control. Knowing my aunt is a control freak and a neat freak my temper explodes and I yell at the one who answered, “GET OUT OF HERE”. I woke myself up having actually yelled it out loud in my bedroom. “Wow, what was that about,” I thought to myself. I quickly recalled the dream from which I had just jarred myself awake and grabbed my voice recorder and captured the details of the dream.

I returned to bed and had a second dream. I am with a friend who is a pilot. He is a good longtime friend of mine. I’ve always wanted to learn to fly. As a matter of fact when I was in my early twenties I took flying lessens and clock about 10 hours in one of those small Cessna’s. Thinking I would have liked to have gotten my pilots license I ask him if he could possibly tutor me. I’m thinking that since he is my friend he won’t charge me as the lessons and rental of the aircraft were expensive. He agrees to train me. He has me doing odd jobs. Wax on, wax off I’m thinking he doesn’t have any interest in teaching me. He simply has me doing odd wax on wax off jobs. I’m feeling resentful and finally I tell him I’m moving on. He appears to be expressionless. What’s up with him? As I’m walking off with ever step I begin to gain awareness, an awareness that I already know how to fly. I’ve always known how to fly because this is a dream. “CLEAR PROP!”

March 7, 2008

Flight of the Condor

When I woke up this morning I had a sense that answers to my many questions had just been explained to me. It is hard to describe a language that does not use words but simply images to convey meaning. I felt as if I had been granted a higher level of understanding, a voice and a means of expression. I finally understood what had for so long been a mystery.

In the dream I own a building with underground parking. In the building is stored and archived all of my soul journeys. It is also the place where my soul returns to reenergize. To enter one must lay on one’s back head first in the sand. This is a secret that no one tells you. You instinctively know this truth. It is as when the baby in the womb turns at the precise time before birth. In the dream my soul is returning to this place to gain re-entrance. I see the place like a cradle in the sand. Having done this before, I lay head first and allow the sand to swallow me up. My body transitions into the lower dimension below the surface of the earth. There is scaffolding all around me and many tunnels.

I am told that I have just died. I over hear them saying that I am tired because of all my self imposed limitations. I see a beautiful vivid blue stream with a water fall that is frozen. These are my archived memories. I chip off a piece of the frozen waters and take it into myself. The waters heal my soul. Everything here is neatly categorized. There is order here.

With my death arrives an awareness of darkness as my consciousness is split in two. I can see both halves of myself. Yet each half is also a whole being in and of itself. The being of light is lying in a fetal position; he is the same color as the frozen waters. He is surrounded by protective blue netting that is composed of the frozen waters. He is sleeping within his netting and is reenergized by the frozen waters. Of the other being, I can only see his neck and shoulder region. I can see a creamy white skin tone. I can also see that he is beginning to grow black feathers. He is the Condor.

The Condor is developing rapidly. I am afraid that he might gain flight and threaten the one who sleeps. As small as he is the one who sleep begins to move looking to now escape his netting before the Condor takes flight. Miraculously the netting gives way releasing the one without wings who instantly takes flight sending a blue burst of light down through the many tunnels bringing light to all places where darkness existed. Is this the end of the Condor?

I can now see the delivery area and loading dock of the building and the entrance to the parking structure. I have a vast number of parking spaces that are allocated to me and my guests.

If you haven’t noticed this dream sounds very much like child birth. I found it ironic when I went to look up the word condor in Wikipedia I found that the condor is closely related to the stork which we all know is associated with child birth. Condors were nowhere on my radar before this dream.

Condors are part of the family Cathartidae, and are closely related to storks, whereas the 15 species of Old World vultures are in the family Accipitridae, that also includes falcons, hawks, and eagles. The New World and Old World vultures evolved from different ancestors. However, they both are carrion-eaters and have distinctive bare heads.

It is synchronicity such as this of the Condor and the Stork that I’ve come to recognize as spirit’s way of authenticating the message recieved.

October 29, 2007

The Inaugural Address

Last night I had a dream where I am now working for myself but as of yet I don’t have anything that I am called to do. I have a series of voting machines that my aunt Andrea donated to my new business. The power cords are still tie wrapped such that you can tell that the machines have never been used before. I am sitting there waiting for work to come in. I then receive a contract assignment from my former job as a paralegal to handle some state filings. I am happy to have received some work. I am then told that I have been selected to speak at the Presidential Inauguration. I am one of a few who have been hand picked to make a presentation speech. There is a memo being issued to the parents of those selected honoring them. It details the selection process and is apparent that to have been selected is one of the greatest honors based on merit achievement one could receive.

I woke up with a great sense of awe.

September 25, 2007

Mary Magdalene A Ray of Light

I just finished a course on the life of Mary Magdalene. I never had the level of appreciation and respect for her that I do now. I definitely glossed over her importance as I’m sure many Christians have. I do know now that I want to read The Gospel of Mary. The Gospel of Mary is one of the gospels that did not make the cut into the Bible that we know now. One of the reasons I’m sure is because it was from the perspective a woman. She literally was the 12^th apostle or more accurately the 1^st.

One thing is for sure, she was the first to see the risen Christ. I know it was not by chance that Christ revealed himself to her before anyone else. This course illuminated the many theories about Mary and Jesus. Whether you subscribe to the possibilities raised or not it does raise new dimensions of thought surrounding their relationship.

It is a love story so incredibly touching and non-traditional it resonates so deeply within my soul. So many things I was simply unaware of. Whether she was a prostitute, a lesbian or whatever else that might give them cause to want to stone her, she suffered greatly alongside Jesus. Having experienced the Crucifixion had to have been heart wrenching for a loved one to endure. I would have been completely devastated then to be taken up so high upon seeing the risen Christ would have been a rollercoaster ride of emotion to say the least. What a beautiful angle to come in on this story. It is so out of the box it is refreshing. It shows a humanness so tender and yet so divine.

Last night I had a dream, where I am angry at my brother’s wife Maggie for having disrespected my mother. She is lying about her actions and I want her to come clean and admit and repent of what she has done but she does not she simply continues to lie and deny it. She infuriates me so much I slap her across the face. My brother then walks in and tells her he has finally had it with her. She is begging him to reconsider his actions. My brother refuses and in the heart ache of losing her and the decision which is forced upon him, he locks himself in a vaulted room and turns on the gas. He is about to commit suicide because he can no longer endure the pain. They look at each other through a glass window in the vaulted door.

I am driving my mom around in a golf cart to remove her from what she is about to experience; the loss of her son. We ride over to where there are several pools filled with glowing blue waters. My mother is afraid that I’m going to endanger her by driving the cart too close to the edge of the pool. She doesn’t understand the spiritual nature of what she is about to experience by bathing in the refreshing waters of the pools. I am bringing her here to renew her life. I’m trying to reason with her but she is set and determined to remain in her own fear.

I then become lucid and realize it is close to the time when I need to wake up to get ready for work. I observe my surroundings within the dream realizing what I have just done. I’m thinking, I’m now going to get phone calls from everyone in the family blaming me for antagonizing the situation by pushing the issue to a confrontation.

Ray of Light My alarm clock rings. I wake up thinking sarcastically…..”wonderful dream Ruben.” I snoozed the alarm and laid my head back down to meditate. I immediately began having a vision. A ray of beautiful blue light so intense filled every corner of my vision. The rays of light were broken by something; a shadow in the distance. The light was so intense like the blue torch flame on a welder’s gun yet it did not hurt my eyes. I knew something had to be in the distance obstructing the light that was coming through. I stayed within the divine light for 9 minutes until my alarm clock went off a second time.

Again, I hit the snooze button. I returned to my vision where I now saw a bearded man in spirit wearing a long white robe seated with a book on his lap and a pen in one hand. He was writing in his journal. With every couple words that he wrote, he would pause to reflect and meditate on what he had just written. What he was writing was apparently very dear and close to his heart. I could tell by the expression in his face. His fingers gently caressed the pages upon which his pen lay. My alarm sounded a second time.

The connections in this dream did not hit me immediately. Even the obvious connection between Magdalene and my sister-in-law Maggie I missed at first. It wasn’t until I began to write that it made perfect sense. I tried to think back to the last time I saw the light as bright as this. It was the time I had the vision of Christ on the Cross surrounded by concentric circles of arched angles. Had I been that close once again to the presence of the Christ Light? Remembering back to the vision of Christ on the Cross where at his feet were kneeling both Mary the mother of God and Mary Magdalene. Yes it was Mary Magdalene whose image was obstructing the light before my eyes this morning.

I have to ask myself, if I am Maggie, am I dealing too harshly with myself? Are there things, I’m not admitting to that are keeping me set in my old ways preventing me from renewing my life by bathing in the illuminated waters of the Light of Christ. What can I do today to honor this dream as Christ honored his beloved Magdalene as imperfect and divinely human as she was? Maybe I can look at both Maggies in a different light.

September 17, 2007

Stop Procrastinating Little Red Riding Hood

Last night my entire dream was about my procrastination on issuing a single command to change or set the secret key in the system’s configuration file. I know the command that needs to be issued. I’ve issued the command many times in the past. It is a rather long command that centers on the secret key. I am having trouble staying focused, constantly hesitating and waiting for a moment when I’m perfectly situated without distractions. I have one excuse after another. My head hurts from the pressure placed on me to execute the command without endangering the system. I don’t have a development system on which to test it out. The command must be issued against the actual system.

In the morning my alarm clock rings. I had not yet issued the command. I wanted to go back to issue it because I knew it backwards and forwards but why was I hesitating? I snoozed my alarm and began my meditation to try to go back. I see a vision of a memory from my earlier dream where again I was taken back to a corridor laid with marble floors and marble columns lining a beautiful promenade. At the far end I can see a pristine blue ocean. I want to walk the path along the promenade. I want to reach the other side. I am lost in the beauty of my surroundings. My alarm clock rings.

Left with unfinished business, I snooze the alarm a second time and return to my meditative vision. This time I see a caricature of a wolf seated on a sofa with one arm stretched out along the backrest. He is talking to me. His mouth is moving and I can see his facial expressions changing but I hear no sound. He is speaking to me telepathically. He places the story of Red Riding Hood into my mind.

September 15, 2007

Uncovering Layers From My Childhood

Early this morning, I had a dream where a guy who I’ve been working on getting together with for a date, calls me on the phone. He asks me if I’m still interested because he has some free time today. Excited at the prospect of a date, I tell him that I am interested. He tells me it would have to be now since he has a commitment later in the evening. He lives over near the aquarium shop where I frequently go. I’ve traveled his path often. I’m trying to give him directions but for some reason I’m having trouble remembering the turns he should take. He tells me it should only take him about 20 minutes to get to my house. I am thinking it will give me just enough time to shower and get ready.

I hang up the phone and proceed to jump in the shower. I notice the shower is configured exactly like the one we had when I was a child living on Crown Hill. Instead of having the knobs and showerhead at one end, they are mounted along the long part of the shower tub. I feel dirty, sweaty and gritty. I jump in the shower and begin washing myself. I then realize I still have my t-shirt on. I quickly take it off and continue showering. Same thing happens. I’m feeling unclean again. I then notice I have another t-shirt on which is sticking to my skin. Again with a bit of difficulty, I remove the second t-shirt and continue showering.

Again, I’m feeling dirty. I then notice I have yet another shirt on. What is going on? I’m looking at the t-shirt and it is a t-shirt from my childhood which now fits way too tight on me. Underneath that one I have 5 other layers of shirts on underneath. They are all sticking to my skin with the water from the shower. They are all shirts from different periods of my childhood. I can’t get them off because they are simply too tight. I need help getting them off but no one is around to help me.

My ex Joe walks into the bathroom. I feel awkward about asking him to help me get ready for a date but he is the only one around who can help me. At this point, I’m more interested in getting rid of this feeling of being dirty. Underneath the shirts my skin is raw and very sensitive. I realize my skin has not seen the light of day in a very long time. I want to remove the shirts and allow the water to refresh my skin; to breathe freely. I know I won’t be able to be intimate with someone until I allow time for my skin to heal. I ask Joe to help me take the shirts off my back.

September 11, 2007

Dreaming for World Peace

I had another one of my visitation dreams early this morning so I know my meditations are working. I meditated for world peace as I laid in bed before falling asleep last night. In the dream, I see a black woman in spirit who is very beautiful with thick black curly hair with very large and supple lips. I know she has to be an angel even though she represents the shadow self. There is a somber sense of quiet peace about her.In the dream she was passing by my bed as I slept at night (I guess you could call this a false dream). I knew she represented the shadow aspect of humanity that is now coming up to the surface to be given the light of day. I was determined to change and resolve conflict and bring peace into the world. So I swung my paralyzed dream arm as hard as I possibly could to grab her and bring her back with me.

I woke up from out of the dream in that instant as my limp arm went flying in front of me. With my eyes now open, above my head was her hypnopompic image as she looked down at me in surprise. I immediately felt the need to apologize for swinging my arm at her. I saw from about the area of her right shoulder appeared a red laser beam of light like the ones they use to lock on to a military target. I knew I had locked on to my intention for world peace. Her image hovered over me for about 2 minutes while my eyes remained open before she and the red beam of light vanished into daybreak. The veil of separation is slowly losing its grip. Soon I know it will be phenomena that will be commonly accepted.