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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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Circus Disco: Drum on the Catwalk


AliExpress: Gray feather angel wings

February 15, 2019

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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The Guardian: BaghDaddy TOVR

The Guardian: The birth of Baghdad was a landmark for world civilization.

January 5th, 2019

I had a very bizarre dream last night could be as a result of having a terrible cough.  The dream goes like this: I’m attending a theatrical performance.   A tragic drama.  I’m not so much scared at first because after all it is simply a reenactment.  I can see how the scenes play out and how the props are positioned for the show.  A part of me seems familiar with the story line as if I’ve seen it before but it feels live now.

On a side bar, my neighbor and I applied to be extras in the performance for extra money.  Both of us were selected to be audience participants along with a third friend who I am sitting with.  The theatre is dark so I call out to my neighbor Janell and she responds.  She is sitting in a separate section of the audience.

The performance begins.  It is a story similar to the Wizard of Oz where everyone feared the Wizard.  They show us how the Wizard’s face is illuminated on stage.  The actors are given a drug to induce an altered state of consciousness during the performance.  The drug projects their inner world,  their fears and aspirations, onto the stage for all to see.

Once it begins I am somehow sucked into the drama, yet a part of me is aware I might possibly be in a dream or at least I have asked myself the question.  The drama is so moving I am swept up in it and loose myself in the experience.

I now find myself on stage playing out a scene where I am at home looking out my kitchen window and notice the Venetian blinds are broken.  I suspect my neighbor Evelyn has something to do with it.  I wonder if I am actually at her house because I don’t recall a window in my kitchen.  Considering they are broken, I pull the blinds off the window.  We are now sitting around the kitchen table talking about the performance as if it had passed, yet the effects of the performance are still present.  As I look around the room beyond the boundaries of the kitchen I notice it is not actually a kitchen we are in some kind of barn or circular enclosure something similar to where you might heard horses around a circular track to show them.  I am told we are actually in Baghdad and we need to secure passage back to the US.  I am confused how in the F.. did we get to Baghdad.  I tell them this makes no sense.  They explain the performance took place in Baghdad and that’s how we arrived here.

Someone passes out credit cards with pictures of people on them.  They are credentialed cards which we are told to take them and make them our own.  Again I complain, this makes no sense.  I then ask what am I to do with my dog?  They respond that dogs are not allowed passage to which I say well then I’m not going without him.  The person motions to me to simply ignore the dog.  So I place my dog butters under my shirt as if I were pregnant.   I mutter to myself, “I’m sure they will figure this out.”

Next I’m told that we have to each take a bride.    Escorting a line of young women who look way too young to be brides to me.  Each one is already pregnant.  We are told the children need homes and therefor we are to marry them and secure safe passage back to the US for ourselves and the bride we are trying to help.  This is a humanitarian effort to help the women with children.

I am presented with a young girl with long curly brown hair and golden highlights.  Her hair is messy as the living conditions here are not ideal for proper grooming of a young lady.  I’m told to secure safe passage for her and her child to be.  Again I’m thinking this makes no sense.  If this is a dream why does it look so real to me?  I am curious to see outside the circular barn we are confined in.  Looking across the room I can see between the shutters across the way a sign reads vertically,  “TOVR.”

I think to myself, this is too real I’m getting up.  With that thought I awoke from the dream.

~~~~DREAM ENDS

Extremely bizarre dream because it felt so real.  I remember being in the dream and asking if this is a dream why won’t it end.  When I woke, I didn’t know whether to wright it off as a cough sick mind hallucination or something I should actually journal.  I’m glad I did because it was only after I journaled it that things started to make sense to me.  I’ll reserve some of the interpretation to my private musing but will say it rang true on many levels.  Especially when I searched for an image.  I wanted something circular related to Baghdad.  I simply did a Google search for Baghdad.  Half way down the page I came across this circular image.  From the thumbnail, I couldn’t tell much about the image other than it generally resonated with my dream.  Once I clicked through and saw the article from The Guardian which is something I was asked to be for the bride and child in the dream but amazingly it also was about the birth of baghdad.   Obviously and most likely a play on words Bag Dad.

Another striking ah ha moment was the word TOVR.  I was sure the word was nonsense.  Simply ramblings of the mind but I pulled it up on Wikipedia and found some clues to the riddle.

Tobar or Tovar, a Spanish village ruled by the Tovar family in the Middle-Ages, place of origin of the Tovar surname.  Tobar is located in a valley, surrounded of small hills, the Hormazuela river crosses the village from north to south.

The economy is based on agricultural farmers, mainly cultivating cereals, wheat and barley. The soil has lots of lime, but is very fertile, providing good harvests most years.

Tobar has a continental climate, very cold in winter and very hot in summer. The minimum temperature in winter can get to -10 °C; in summer the temperature can get to 35 or 40 °C, but summer evenings are cold, getting sometimes to 10 C°.

 

Tovar, a fictional character from The Strangerhood
Tovar is the token ethnic minority of the group. He has a very strong and silly accent, and tends to be absent-minded, which leads to problems like leaving the stove on and having it catch on fire. Like Wade, Tovar is not the most intelligent member of the group. He also tends to refer to himself in the third person. He claims he has a twin named Tobar, and that being sexy is a crime in his country. It is revealed in episode 17 that the real Tovar was split into two people during the time travel process, creating one that was “pure evil”, and the other “pure moron” (this being the Tovar shown most in the series). Like Evil Tovar, his final fate is unknown, although the 17th episode suggests that his DNA would be liquified and drunk by Catherine, Dutchmiller and Scientist Sam, who stayed on Strangerhood Lane. All that is known of Evil Tovar is that he was sent to his “original time” which apparently is Wall Street, New York 1929, making it possible he started the Great Depression. Tovar reappears in Season 2, having become a Time God and “helping” keep the timeline safe by lighting things on fire along with the Gnomes. Tovar seals Wade’s new Strangerhood away from time because it will ruin time, but after Wade promises not to create his Strangerhood, Tovar allows everyone to leave.

 

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A Beeded Breast

Día de Muertos, Fruitvale, Oakland, California USA; Takasphoto.com

December 28, 2018

I know I say this all the time but last’s night’s dream was very cool.  I am in a stadium.  Apparently I live here.  I am trying to decide where to put my office to make room for the baby.  The stadium is so expansive I want the layout to make sense.  It is recommended to me that I set my office on the stage as then it would be sectioned off for this specific purpose.  I believe it to be a good idea.  I am waiting for people to arrive.  It seems the business we conduct is growing and we therefore can benefit from the added space the stadium provides.  We still have use of some old freight containers where we used to conduct our business.  These containers can be put to other use.  There is a guy here dressed like a flamboyant gypsy.  He is very handsome.   I can see his pants ballooning as he walks.  He seems to be the one providing interior design ideas.  He shows me how he has repurposed the shipping containers.  As I walk through to look at the new layout a man catches me eye.  We look at each other.  There is an immediate intense attraction but I am somewhat distracted by the gypsy and his show and tell.

An opportunity arises for me to visit privately with the man as the gypsy walks off ahead of us.  The man comes over and I immediately offer him a hug.  As he goes to hug me his shirt opens up revealing his chest.  His chest has many beads with an emblem in the center of his heart.  The beads seem to be something I identify with.  I am so happy to see him.  I pull him in close to me. As I reach around to his back with my bear hug my hands feel beeds that hang on his back also.  The beeds offer me an ever greater assurance he is the one I’ve been searching for.

The warmth from our bodies creates ashes that float away in the wind.  When I first notice the ashes they look like bats because the seem to be flying in the air but as I look at them more closely I realize they are not bats but the ashes from the sage I have been burning in my offerings.   The ashes are going everywhere.    I worry they will be upset with me for the mess I am making with the ashes.  I want to continue hugging the man but the hugs are creating more ashes.  I hug him for just a little bit longer giving him one lasting hug.  I look again at the ashes to see what I might need to do to clean up but now I notice the ashes are turning into babies.  Hundreds of babies.  Each ash flake developing into a baby.  Oh no, what I am going to do with so many children.

 

~~~~ DREAM ENDS

I found this image on the internet.  I was thinking where can I possibly find an image of a man with a ton of beeds on his chest.  This one seems so perfect as it has the man wearing an emblem on his chest.  I assume the beeds probably hang down on his back.  He holds the same look the guy did in my dream.  A look of wanting or yearning.  A look that calls you close.

I like that much like the ashes relate to a ritual, the indigenous man probably also has rituals he engages in.

 

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Retracing Our Steps

Board game “Having Fun with Math & Science

September 20, 2018

I woke up feeling very happy this morning.  In my dream I am with someone I’ve met and have established a relationship with.  We have a great deal in common.  He likes games and we play games together.  We go on outings together and when we are apart we reunite when we are free.  In one scene we are separated because he has to address his responsibilities and I have to address my responsibilities but we have a plan to reconvene at a later point in the day.  During my time alone I gather the things I experience to later share with my partner.  It is a fairly new relationship so I am thinking about him all the time.  I am planning on sharing all my adventure with the groups I participate with.   When we do reconvene later in the day, we retrace our steps and share the details of our past.  He is excited and engaged.  He tells me we are recovering the past to which I say we are members in our lives.

~~~DREAM ENDS

I chose this image because my “Partner” likes to play games in the dream.  This image I found of a game board “Having Fun with Math & Science” I liked because of the different activities depicted on the board.  I imagine each experience in that area of the game would be something someone could share about.  It also has a path to follow as represented by the steps you take on the journey.

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A Belief In A Donut Hole for OB

August 12, 2018

The previous night as I was about to fall asleep I had a vision,  In the vision I see a sea of grey blue cilia swaying to and fro.  Each cilia was dimly lit from within by an internal light source.  As my consciousness moved along this bed I came upon a man about the age of 26 among the cilia .  His portrait came in with perfectly and complete clarity.  He wore a blue and grey shirt who’s fibers were also illuminated from within.  His hair was an iridescent  blond.  His eyes a deep blue.    He wore glasses which made me think this is the first time I’ve ever seen a dream vision person wearing glasses.  The intensity of his eyes was striking.  I wondered if this could be OB but being skeptical I looked for reasons why it wouldn’t be him.  I looked carefully at his hair.  He has a full head of hair which was straight with minor waves.  On his forehead his hair went straight up then nicely curved down.  I thought this is not a pattern my hair had when I was young at least I don’t remember it.  My eyes are not blue with this intensity even though I know his donor mom has a family history of blue and green eye and there are green eyes in my family history.  He had a soft shadow beard which I thought could definitely be a trait he received from me.   He looked at me for a long time…..a long time as if in a trance.  His visage moved or changed only slightly.  His image seemed to fade and faze in and out.  As it fazed it felt as if I was seeing two ages at once.  As if I could see through him into a timeline of his life.  I focused on an image of his face around the age of 14.  I compared the two simultaneously and recognized where his maturity came from.  I seemed to understand everything about him.

~~~~ Vision August 11th Ends

Last night I had a dream where my roommate is moving and packing his things.  He has compacted all his belongings into the center of the living room.  It all seems to have melted into a flat round disc about 5 to 6 feet across and about 2 feet deep.  It looks like a round coffee table in the center of the room.  All his belonging are compacted into this disk.  He then takes a donut hole cutter and impresses it into the center of the disk and cuts the hole out.  This center hole now is compressed and glazed down even further.  The glaze is so think I can see it has a glaze depth of about 1 inch all around.   I ask him what happened to all your belongings?  How can you claim this donut hole as a complete collection of all your belonging.  Instead of responding verbally he demonstrates by placing the compressed and glazed donut hole in water.  The donut hole grows and expands with to the size of the original disk before he took the donut hole cutter to it.   I now believe.

~~~~ Dream Ends

This morning I thought I should really take the time to journal my dream and vision from the night before.  I was unsure about journalling the vision of the young man with glasses because it seemed so simple a man with glasses…. what was there to tell?  Not only that, I just knew it would be incredibly difficult to find a picture of a man with characteristics similar to the man in the dream.  Funny enough yesterday I went to the gym and there were about 3 guys who looked SO similar to the guy in my dream.  I almost thought I should try to approach one of them and say hello.  At one point two of the guys were relatively close to one another and I thought should I ask them if they are related? My shyness got the best of me discounting the effort as my conscious mind wanting desperately to see what it wants to see.  Maybe they didn’t look anything alike.  It further enforced my willingness to discount the vision as too simple to journal.  So today, I thought OK I’ll do some searches for “blond haired man with glasses” and see if I get a hit.  I thought if I was to go to a beauty salon and wanted a hair cut like someone in a magazine how would I find the images of the hair cut I wanted.  None of the images seemed to convey the exact hair style.  I changed the search a bit to “long haired man with glasses”  With this search I got a hit that matched perfectly.  The glasses we not quite what I saw as the glasses in my dream where more thin rimmed glasses but the intensity of the eyes were definitely the same.  The hair is a 100% match especially the way it goes up then curls back down on the forehead down to the side of his face.  The way the light hits his face kinda resembled the illumination that was present in the cilia and in the fibers of his shirt.  The lenses reminded me of being able to see into him and his timeline.

Now could it be OB?  Well it wasn’t until I started journaling it that the probability shot through the roof.  It was in the cilia.  As I tried to describe the cilia I remembered the blue and grey.  Those colors have been present in most of my OB dreams so much so that I’ve associated the colors with him.  Also the fact that he had glasses on made it different from any previous vision or dream.  People just do not have a need for glasses in my dreams.

 

 

 

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Welcome the Family

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August 2, 2018

I don’t remember much from last night’s dream except that in the dream I just  had a baby.  One thing I remember is being very surprised at the  amount of support I am getting from friends and family to help me raise the baby.  Even people I don’t feel particularly close to offer to come and support me by helping me care for the child.  I sense their desire to support me as honest yet under normal circumstances an offer like this I would deem dubious and possibly with strings.  I welcome their support.

I then woke up as the alarm sounded.  I quickly snoozed it to try to go back to the dream.  Laying comfortably in my bed I see cartoon people gathered along the right side of my field of vision curving up at the farthest point.   All are short and stubby much like the families in South Park.  My attention is drawn to a blond haired little boy around the 2 o’clock position.  He reminds me of the Butters character in South Park and by the way is where I got the name for my dog Butters.   As my consciousness approaches as if time is passing by the family begins to mature and age.  They mature out of their cartoon characters into human forms.  There are more or less about 7 individuals present.  I know them to be family.   My awareness arrives at the boy who is now around the age of 14 or 15 years of age.  He is slender and blond haired.  I somehow know him to be my son.    As I look around I wonder why the family isn’t larger.  I’m curious to know why my dreaming mind stopped constructing people at a count of 7.  Knowing this moment will pass quickly, I turn to get a good look at my son.  He has slender features and his blond hair is now very long.  I think we should probably cut his hair and give him something to eat and welcome the family.

~~~~ DREAM ENDS

It is always fun to find a picture online that can graphically depict your dream and I’m always amazed at some of the finds that are so perfectly inline with my dream.  Today is a perfect example of that.  In the dream, the family of characters were mostly lined up on the right side curling back around at the furthest point so as to remain in my fields of vision.  I thought if I can find a picture with Butters out front in the 2 o’clock position and maybe the people along a road gathered on the right side that would be the image I would go with.  Voila I found the inverse of what I dreamt.  And to top it off, they have food being served in the background as an after thought just like in my dream.  And the bald man on the stage with a grey beard well who might that be I wonder?  Although I love South Park after all I named my dog after the character Butters, I’ve never seen this episode of South Park so I know my dreaming mind didn’t reconstruct something I’ve seen before.  Did my subconscious foretell I would find this image?  If time is an illusion, which I firmly believe it is, then what came first my dream or this episode of South Park?  In my dream the cartoon characters at the end morph into people. The work of spirit is fascinating to me.  Encountering coincidence like this makes me keep coming back for more.  I love being connected to the collective unconscious mind.

I normally try to find images for my dreams that are not subject to copyright.  But there is no real way of depicting South Park without an actual image of South Park.  One nice thing is where I found the image on FANDOM they had this Fair Use of Copyright disclaimer which I was unaware of.  I guess me having a dream comment on South Park falls under Fair Use in my opinion.