In last night’s dream I am somewhere outside in the garden and see a hose like the one on my vacuum cleaner. For some strange reason, I pick it up and sniff the inside of the tube to see what’s in it. Come to find out there is a strange chemical smell seeping out of the tube. When inhaled this substances transforms the person giving the person the power to fly. We are being invaded by aliens from other planets. The invaders are unusual spider or octopus like creatures with many tentacles. Their space ships are cigar shaped. Come to find out the chemical in the tube was left there to allow us to persevere the aliens attack. The gas also creates an acrylic bubble the aliens are not able to penetrate.
I can see the alien ships coming toward the bubble. I can see them crossing dimensions. I can tell when they are crossing dimensions because it creates a distortion in my vision which looks like a ripple effect. I discover I now have the power of flight and fly high to survey the area. The effects of the aliens is coming in waves. I can see the coast lines where all the ships are coming in to dock. The waves on the ocean are flowing only in one direction toward the coast. It seems to be against the natural laws of physics. I am able to assist things in between the waves discovering who is needing help and what the current conditions are. People are dispersed in all directions but we seem to not be affected by the effects of the waves.
I wonder when and if my power to fly will wear off but so far I am able to fly at will. I soar with great ease as if I have flown my entire life. It is curious to me I am not afraid of heights. I finally return to the bubble where I decide to take a shower after a long day’s work.
Last night’s dream was filled with very cool greater than life visuals. In the dream, I am on a spaceship although it is not until later in the dream where I discover the ship can fly and is actually a spaceship. At first, I am simply aware I am on a ship; a large vessel with many decks for various purposes. We are on a mission in a foreign world. The adversaries or targets of interest are not really adversaries simply a group of people from whom we would like to acquire more information. It feels like a practice game to prepare for survival among an enemy. I know this because both groups of people are on the same ship and the ship is mine. I appear to be intimately familiar with it except since I am in an altered state some of the memories need to be retrieved. At times, I simply have to go with my gut feeling.
We are working in teams. I’ve also played this Hide and Seek game before. There is a cloaking mechanism we use to hide from the adversary. It seems to be based on an inter-dimensional shift. I can tell because the ethers vibrate causing a kaleidoscope of color which makes the embers glow. It looks like smoke or fog with an opaque obscurity which helps conceal. There is something about my eyes where people can easily detect my presence. My eyes seem to be projecting images onto a movie screen. At this point, I open my eyes because I had to go to the bathroom. I open them slowly because I wasn’t quite sure which eyes would open, my waking eyes or my dream eyes. I didn’t want to give away my position in the hide and seek game. As I opened my eyes I peered out into my bedroom to try to determine where I am. My bedroom was glowing filled with etheric embers. Both worlds were super imposed on one another. I lift my comforter slightly to allow myself to slip out of bed unnoticed. The embers within the dream also glowed a golden color. One of my team members came over to remind me he could see my eyes. This was expected but yet not expected because after all I was awake and getting up out of bed and this person is not from my waking world.
I took it as a nod, I can take my pee break and return to bed. Upon returning to bed I immediately fell back into the dream. I can see the space ship has detached. The space ship has an upper deck and a lower deck and like the saucer on the enterprise it can detach from its’ base. The base is the part where most of the power is stored so to fly fast it needs to be returned to it’s base. I am worried it will not be reunited with it’s base. As the top zooms off in the distance, I see moments later the base zoom by at twice the speed to catch up to the top. As it readies to reunite with the top I am shown how the reunification process works. The top fits on the bottom like a lid fits on a saucepan. There are guard rails along the rim which guides the lid into place.
Once they reunite, I find myself on the ship once again. The training is over and now I am visiting with a little girl. She has found my mothers iPad which I still have after her passing away. The little girl seems to be intrigued by the iPad. Since I don’t have use for it anymore I offer it to the little girl. She swipes the screen and it illuminates revealing a picture background which reminds me I should wipe the data clean so she can put her own stuff on there.
In last night’s dream I seem to be traveling to another planet. It is a planet which we are in the process of terraform. I wake up from being incubated for the flight. I still have a sleep drape which also acts as an invisibility cloak. It is how people are transported. I am one of the first to arrive as the terraforming has just begun. When I awake in the dream, I guess you can call it a false awakening because I am not truly awake in real life. What is surprising here is as I awaken I immediately recognize the process used to transport people. The invisibility protects you just in case you were to surface in a hostile environment. The threads of the invisibility drape conduct light and are multi-dimensional. It is how you pass between dimensions. The first thing upon arrival is the process of re-hydration. There is a clear needle that looks much like an orange peeler. It is a smart needle knowing exactly where to enter your body. I can see one of the other men on the mission who is also in the process of being re-hydrated. The re-hydration liquid is a silicon based material as it has an oily aspect to it. As I wait my turn for processing, I am very happy to spend time with the dream drape of invisibility viewing all the beautiful colors and peering into many many dimensions. It is so beautiful.
~~~~~~~ DREAM ENDS
This was a truly spectacular dream and so surreal. It felt so real to me as if it were just another part of my waking life. It seemed purposeful with intent. Makes me wonder if there is a place beyond the physical to which we return to and originate from.
Last night’s dream was very cool and futuristic. In the dream, I am on another planet where I have an Airbnb I am renting. The renters have invited additional guests. I knock on the door and enter the unit to count the number of guest. They are clearly well over the number specified on the reservation. While in the unit as I am counting heads, it becomes apparent the space is much larger than I remember it to be. For a moment I question myself why I have a limit on the number of occupants if the unit itself is so big. This is when I am keyed in to the fact I am on another planet and this is an alternate reality to my daily life. Curious enough, I am intimately familiar with everything here. I know the type of guests I service in this reality.
The guests quickly agree they have exceeded the limit as there are 50 or more individuals here. They start gathering their belongings and proceed to return to their ship. Their exit is unusual in that they are exiting through the walls. They simply become part of the wall as they leave. There is one iron door that looks like a submarine ship door. It has a 5 pointed star on it with a circle around it. The circle is blue on one side and pink on the other side. As each individual disappears into the wall the circle illuminates. Once all are gone, the entire wall disappears and I am now able to see through it. I can see a blue opal gemstone cut like a diamond with multiple facets suspended within a triangle. There are 3 of these triangles each with an opal inside floating off in the distance toward the mother ship. I am amazed. I sense what I am seeing is of the utmost importance.
Next I see their ship take off. It looks like AirForce 1 with the pale blue and white colors. As it turns the wings cut a line in the ground and I am able to see the back side of the ship as it departs. The back side reminds me of the Millennium Falcon from Star Wars.
As I was waking up I had the name of Tom Soufer. Not sure who he as I don’t know any Tom nor any Soufers, but I was talking to him. The name was so clear in my mind as if I was talking to him in real life.
In last night’s dream, I have gone back to Circus Disco in Los Angeles where I used to dance when I was in my early 20’s. I am one of the first to arrive here and have the pick of parking spaces. I pick a space closest to the gate where you enter the disco. This space is such a perfect space I wonder why it has not been claimed by the staff for it’s proximity to the entrance.
I get out of the car wearing my black trench coat. I walk around the lot trying to remember where the original disco stood. It looks like they are using some of the other spaces around the disco for classes and places to lounge. There is also an automobile service station located on the premises. I walk into the entry area where I see some vendors setting up booths to sell things. There is one guy I stop to talk to in a booth. He has a table with what might be cosmetics or possibly drugs. He has a bag full of them. I obviously want to ask what he is setting up but I feel it might be personal in nature and premature for me to ask considering I arrived early he may not have had enough time to properly set up and present to the public. My attention is drawn to a drum he has on the display at his table. I tell him I completely forgot to bring my drum for tonight.
I leave his station and wonder into one of the lounge areas which also serves as a classroom or possibly a yoga studio. There are a few tree stumps they have crafted into stools for people to sit on. They are crafted in a natural way. I see many of the stools have already been spoken for with people having left their writing instruments, coats and bags beside each stool. I spot one stool which does not appear to be spoken for so I place my trench coat on it to claim it for later. As I leave the room to look around, I see an announcement for the class that is scheduled there. The teacher comes out to call her students. Believing she may need the stool I just claimed for her class I pick up my trench coat again. As the students enter her class I pause to read the announcement. Even though I can see the writing clearly I simply does not register with me. Its not something I can put words to or interpret. I simply know what it is about. It is familiar to me. It reminds of of the part of the dream you can not remember yet you know you were there.
I leave and head toward an open area in the hangar which is the main area of what used to be Circus Disco. Standing in the middle of the hanger, I place my self back in time to when I used to dance here. I envision where things used to be the sound of the music, the people dancing and the disco lights. What a wonderful time I had here. There are open doors on all sides of the hanger. Not knowing which door is the best door for me to return to the entrance I simply start walking straight ahead. To the left is the automobile service area which looks a bit greasy so I continue straight instead. The path I walk is a long one to arrive at the door. I calculate the distance traveled in each step and how long it will take me to reach the door. I take a few more steps and notice with each step I’ve cover the door still feels further away. It is as if the path is elongating as I walk. I sense it will be a long time before I finally reach the door.
Considering the door is a long way off, I decide to explore some of the areas which lay closer to me. Near the automobile service area is a mechanics office with a catwalk which is raised above the dance floor. The moment I turn to walk in that direction I immediately find myself on the catwalk. I wonder if this is restricted space for the mechanics only. I feel good here because the view from this vantage point is good and things are closer to me. There are men inside the office who I believe may come out to to converse with. I yearn to see the space filled with people dancing. I also feel I may learn something from the mechanics here.
~~~~~~ DREAM ENDS
So I was looking for an image to go with the dream and this picture popped up. The guy who looks like he might belong in a gay bar is wearing wings. What a great Halloween costume something I’d expect to see at Circus Disco. I remember the shows they had there were spectacular. The way the wings hang down his side reminded me of the feeling the trench coat had on me as it trailed behind me as I walked. Could the trench coat have been spirit wings? Quite possibly. A very cool costume prop to have. I wonder if they would fit in my closet.
It just occurred to me that Circus Disco was in Los Angeles the City of Angels. So very fitting to have wings.
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Last night’s dream was absolutely incredible. My body is being elevated. I am ascending in the universe at an incredible speed. I can see the stars all around me. I come to a point in space where a picture frame hangs in front of me. I am positioned at a 45 degree angle to the frame. The frame is metallic and in the center is a white egg shape symbol. The frame is reflective much like a mirror.
Out of the blue I decide to hold my right palm in front of the image much like swearing an oath to the object but my intention is to offer the object a blessing by sending it healing energy. The egg begins radiating an intense light. I am amazed at how beautiful the light appears in the heavens.
The light causes an elevator door to appear to the right of the frame. I notice many beings approaching from the left. I turn to look at the beings now congregating around the frame, immediately to my left. Taking a good look at them I can see they are shadows of angels because they all have wings.
The elevator door opens and a man appears in the elevator. The man has dark olive skin and wears a big head dress. His face looks larger than a typical human might look but yet he has human features. I wonder if he might be an alien or a heavenly being. I wonder if this is some kind of space ship. Why would he need an elevator? Not wanting the man to see me I take two steps back to blend in and hide among the angles present. Feeling as though I’m not quite camouflaged sufficiently behind the angels I take two steps to my right. This last move places me more in line of sight with the being in the elevator. I turn to slightly giving him my profile. I can still see his profile out of the corner of my eye. The man’s features are striking and I wonder if I am the man. I ponder the coincidence he too offers me his profile.
All of the sudden my consciousness begins to fly at an incredible speed ascending even higher traversing many levels of the stratosphere. I turn to look behind me to see what happened to the angels who were standing with me. They appear to be following in flight right behind me. I attempt to understand what is going on and wonder if I am trying to flee or if they are simply following me. I turn again to wave at the angels behind me. The wave causes a few of the angels to dissipate but they are quickly replaced by more angels.
I then find myself in a cargo bay with all the angels we are sitting around after a long flight. It feels like we are getting comfortable maybe taking off our shoes or flight gear and getting dressed into our normal day cloths. As I look around I can see their faces clearly and I think to myself, I need to remember all this because it is so incredible. Someone looks at me as if reading my mind and gives me a peace sign with two fingers. He is indicating there are two types of dreams, one which I’m familiar with and the other ….. he goes silent here even though he is not really saying anything but yet he is communicating with me. The second type are those you feel but instead of messaging me telepathically he sends me his feelings.
Last night I had a dream where I am preparing to be married. There are a number of people around my bed. I am told I can see my soon to be partner who is a woman. She stands at the foot of my bed. They convince me this is my destiny and I am guaranteed protection. Surprisingly I’m convinced. I ask how I am to identify my “wife” in the future? See they are all etheric beings and therefore transparent to me so I’m afraid my “wife” would be hidden from me so I ask If I can place a tattoo on her neck.
Something jars me awake. Where’s my protection, I think to myself? For about 2 seconds as I opened my eyes to find beside my bed was standing a female honor guard. Her hair is burgundy in color. She stands at attention guarding over my sleep.
I had a dream where I was lucid. A part of me knows this is not a dream but instead I am actually in an alternate reality. I realize I am on a space ship that is about to land on its home planet. Knowing I am experiencing something that I have always dreamed of experiencing I take advantage of my lucid state and closely examine, validate and test everything I see. I look closely out the windows to the dry desert landscape below. I closely examine the make up of the space ship. It is not made of metal but instead of a very light cardboard type substance that is extremely durable. The ship is a metallic green color. The windows are very large such that observation is the purpose of the windows. I can see that this planet has streets and fairways very similar to those you’d expect to find on earth. In otherwords, people here have similar needs as those on earth. This is a newly populated planet. I can see clearly that the technology here far exceeds that of earth. The cars are made to resist accidental damage. I have been invited here to help establish the first colonies on this planet. I ask someone, “What planet is this?” To this question, I receive no verbal response, yet a part of me knows everything about this place in the universe. It is completely and totally known to me. We debark from the craft and enter a building complex adjacent to the landing pad. Everything here is new. I’m shown where I will live. My family is with me.
λs I was drifting off to sleep. I begλn to see beautiful spiraling strands of light pulsating through the ethers. It reminds me of the heavens where Angels dance. Their density increases as the strands begin to take form. Cartoon like images appear and take form as they cluster together. I can see cells form forming tubules that gather in stands of tubules which began forming a mesh that then enveloped me to carry me off as if in a worm hole.
I then find myself at work. I feel I have a bone to pick with my co-workers. I somewhat know I am in a dream cocky in my attitude and with mandate in hand. I am determined to find what I am looking for. I WANT THE TRUTH. I want to know what has been hidden from me and why I have been made to struggle to find it. I can see the people working in their respective office spaces. Each has a role to play. There is a science about it with precision and certainty. I know my job here to be one in communications. I study the setup I have in place. I know it intimately for I am the one who set it up. The overlords have been using my equipment to their benefit and withholding information. I want clarity. I want transparency. I see a woman in her cubicle who shares a wall with me. She is not aware or possibly she is aware but hiding the fact that she knows I am overlooking. She works to decipher the communication on the wire. She inconspicuously looks through a post card that serves a dual purpose. One of concealment and the other of insight. Used in combination with her computer she is able to decipher the transmission on the wire. λs I eavesdrop through the transparency of the post card she holds I clearly perceive the hidden strands. They are not unlike the stands which brought me here when I entered the dream portal.
I know I must press forward. I leave my cube and enter the main area of this section of the pod where I work. There is a mobile mail station at a junction point. Assuming if I work here I must have mail being addressed to me at this location. I look at the many mail slots on the mobile station not knowing what name I work under. I can’t seem to find my mail. The λλale Carrier approaches from the right junction and looks at me. With authority, I ask him to hand me my male. He then asks, “Who are you?”. Taking a chance, I answer, Ruben Bailey. I add a clarifying statement and disclose I often don’t pick up mail here so it may have been backlogged. He then answers, “I’m not aware of any male.” but hands me several flyers which he is delivering to all employees. I pause somewhat disappointed yet knowing any information received is the next clue and its more than what I had when I arrived. I am empowered to change. Turning inward, I glance at the flyers and look around to see what is within my control to change. The flyers indicate there is a ωelcome πeception today. I move forward to excuse myself with the young λλale Carrier end enter the restricted space where the ωelcome Party is being held. There are λliens here and I am aboard a space ship which has just landed. I can clearly see out the windows of the çraft. I move to a position where I see clearly. The windows are full length floor to ceiling in 360 degrees all the way around around çraft. There are so many λliens here who look very different from humans. I am unafraid yet a bit overwhelmed by their numbers. I reach beyond any fear and wave in their direction letting then know I have arrived.
Knowing my time is limited, I return to my duties to see what changes I can make to give me an edge with the overlords. I know they need me for their business. I also know they can’t do it without me. They rely on me to harvest the fruit of my labor. I sit and ponder how I might effect a paradigm shift to better harmonize with my desire and intent. I play the scenarios to determine their possible outcomes and come to the decision to leave things as they are and take no action.
When i woke up I looked at my phone and noticed my niece had sent me a message. It became the image of the dream. It seemed fitting for this dream.
CEDELIA craft = 3- Self-expression, Joy of Living, Creativity, Perfection. Art, Inspiration, Enthusiasm, Perfection, Spiritual-Physical Connection, Communication and Triad Paradigm.
On the positive side, the energy attributes of the number three resonates with love demonstration, creative imagination, fulfillment, encouragement, and talent. It’s also related to culture, innovative skills, wit, pleasure, freedom-seeking, adventure, free-form, brilliance, non-confrontational, natural rhythm, self-expression, enthusiasm, psychic ability, holy triad knowledge (heaven-human-earth, father-son-holy spirit, past-present-future, thought-word-action). The number three resonates with the energies of the Ascended Masters and their guidance. Three also resonates with expression both artistic (writing, painting, singing, sculpture, etc.) as well as feelings (love, affection, friendship, etc.)
On the negative side, the number three resonates with indifference through superiority, lack of concentration or focus.
I had a dream where again I am at my old job and I realize where my desk is. I have configured some communications equipment and I am showing someone how to establish the same communication. I can see the offices and the walls between the offices. I remember there used to be a bathroom between the wall but I can’t see it now from this vantage point. I then suddenly find myself in the men’s stall between the walls.
At this point I have a false awakening believing I was somewhere in a men’s room stall. Having to pee I proceed to pee in the bowl. I then recognize that the water line is unusually high. As I pee into the bowl I wonder if my urine will cause the bowl to over flow. The bowl then starts to overflow. I’m worried that it will affect those others who may possibly be in the rest room with me. No one wants to step in urine. As I exit the stall i see someone passing me to leave the restroom. I ask him if there was a problem to which he says no, no problem. I then look at the time and recall
I leave out and find myself at a store front similar to the old shops on Alvarado Ave in Downtown Los Angeles. The shops have display windows as outside before you enter. The store sells musical instruments. I can see a beautiful violin in the window. I notice the deep honey yellow color similar to the color of the urine in the bathroom and also similar to a previous dream. For a moment something feels out of place. I notice the time and remember the days when I used to arrive at work at 10 am. Now I know I start work at 8:30 am. I wonder where the day’s have gone since I seem to have less time during the day than what I used to have starting my day later in the day.
I then walk into the music store and see some unusual bubbles being blown. I believe these bubbles are used to make alien space crafts. They are showing me how the ships take form.
elderly man who is flying in the air so i know he shouldn’t be able to fly in the air the way is doing it. I immediately take advantage of having seen something that doesn’t square with my reality and walk over to the old man. As I’m walking over I can see there is a concert that is letting out. I see my Aunt Lupe walking toward me but she doesn’t notice me. I look at her and the old man and say why ain’t you looking at me. I want them to know I am really there. I demand to be seen.