Category: Family

Posted on

Call of the Green Man

December 24, 2018

Last night’s dream was quite amazing.  As I was falling asleep for the night I had a vision where I am with a young man embarking on a journey.  A man calls out to us from a distance.  As if calling me into the dream.  I’m unaware I am dreaming because I’m still awake and was about to get up to turn off the lights but at that moment am completely pulled into the experience.  I gesture over to the young man standing beside me asking, “Who is this man who calls from a distance?”  His voice is very familiar to me.  I focus on his face and like a mirage it begins to fade in and out.  The first awareness comes to me, I am visioning.  I’m still curious who the man is who calls from a distance.  In this moment, I am unable to discern who is real and who is part of the vision.  The man next to me feels very real.  He is so much a part of me I don’t even question who he is.  When in reality both are dream figures but it just doesn’t occur to me to ask who is the man standing next to me.  I struggle to get a good look at the distant man’s face.

Cleo my cat jumps on the bed and awakens me.  I get up, pet her and turn off the lights.

I lay my head back down and immediately return to the dream this time I am sitting in a charcoal colored pickup truck on the passengers side.  The driver is the ferry man from earlier.  He reaches over and hands me a key ring with about 7 USB thumb drives.  I ask if he can identify the one we were watching earlier, the one he was just now showing me?  He is too busy to pay attention to me focusing instead on pulling strings to ferry us to the other side.  He dismisses me and say’s, “You’ll find it.”

I am now in a Colosseum where hundreds of people are gathered for an event.  With this many people it is hard to control who enters and is present.  I seem to be the head master or person at the top of the ticket but I don’t have full control on what happens at the periphery.  It reminds me of a scene from Harry Potter.  Magic is happening everywhere.  Everyone knows magic here.  Wanting to verify my audience and test whether my minions are in harmony with my ask, I send out a signal which in essence forces all those present to identify themselves.  The responses come back.  There are a few responses I am not happy with.  A second call goes out to try to harmonize correctly.  It is very much like tuning an orchestra.  They must be in tune with my vibration for us to proceed.  I am still not satisfied with the response.  I hear something in a side room the kitchen.  I walk over to the kitchen but don’t see anyone there yet I can here the clatter of dishes. It spooks me for a moment but I am determined to draw us in harmony.  I walk around the kitchen attempting to come closer and closer to where the sound originates.  I end up following the sound unto a brick oven with a chimney.  The brick all around is crimson red.  I wonder if I am going to get buried alive in here.  I try to fly from this position but am unable to reach any heights.   I sink deeper and deeper into the oven as the brick closes in on me.  I refuse to be overtaken.  I send out yet another signal which causes an etheric clearing to open in the walls of the oven.  A swarm of dragon flies enter.  They are of every color of the rainbow.  They dance as they fly creating beautiful shapes and images of all sizes.  The fluttering of their wings create a vibration. The vibration shakes loose the walls and all the surroundings.  It is our frequency which harmonizes dissonance.  I look up and float through an opening in the top of the oven.

I am now back in the Colosseum.  People gather here.  I see many wear green paint.  I assume the green man is among us.  There are many other nature spirits present.  There is one man with an incredibly full beard.  Someone is giving him a shower to hose off some of the green from his thick curly beard.

~~~~~ DREAM ENDS

Thoughts in journaling:  At first, I didn’t know whether to record the visioning part of the dream which came early before I actually fell asleep.  I initially didn’t connect the Ferryman with the other part of the dream that followed until i heard the question I ask him regarding the USB drives.  I wanted to see the one he was showing me earlier.  It is at this point when he is busy pulling strings to “ferry” (Faerie) us over to the other side.  Interesting play on words here.  It wasn’t until the I thought the green man was present since everyone had green paint on that I understood the use of ferry.  A green man is a faerie.  So I think he was the green man.

The USB’s were also interesting.  I thought what could possibly be on them? It wasn’t until later that I recalled watching YouTube videos of 8 week sonograms of pregnant women and noticed the doctors often hand out USB thumb drives with the sonogram images for the parents to keep.  I think this equates places it in an OB  category.

Other observation was my time in the oven.  The oven bricks were red and the space felt closed in.  I wonder if is a reference to a uterus.  Could this be a reference to OB?  Are faeries responsible for delivering children?

 

Posted on

Mom’s Purple Beret

October 24, 2018

Last night I had an amazing dream where I am walking in my old neighborhood.  I enter the house where I used to live.  No one is in the house anymore.  It is very cold.  I walk into the bedroom and feel a presence in the room.  I hear my mothers voice.  I know her spirit is with me.  I am not afraid.  I can not see her but I know she is there.  Knowing I can see spirits indirectly, I look over and see my moms dresser.  I look through the mirror at an angle and see my moms face.  She is dressed like a clown.  How interesting I think to myself.  I decide I want to see my own reflection in the mirror so I walk around the bed and stand in front of the mirror to look at myself.  As my image comes into focus in the mirror, I look exactly like my mother.  I am dressed like a clown with all my facial features accentuated.  We have the exact same face and same make-up.

I decide to walk around the house to see if I recognize anything.  I walk through the kitchen and find it to be much larger than what I remember it to be.  It is not any kitchen I have ever lived in in waking life but yet it is a kitchen I am intimately familiar with.

I decide to walk outside. The landscape has rolling hills.  The village sits along a coast line.  Someone walks with me.  The person is wearing a purple hat.  I believe it is my mother.  I want to show her I have the ability to fly.  I ascend with just a thought soaring high like a kite.  I can see the coast line much better from this perspective.  I fly toward the coast line noticing the depth of the water increases immediately after moving off shore.  I worry I don’t know how to swim so I fly hugging the coast.  I can see the fish swimming in the deep waters.  I feel free.

Posted on

We Are Here

October 17, 2018

In last night’s dream I am with a group of people.  We are enjoying some casual social fun yet working in some capacity.  It is work that is casually fun and social.  A man and woman come up to the podium where I  am stationed and discretely offer me a sandwich bag with squarely folded money.  Along with the money are shavings of white chocolate.  They also offer me a transparent box with an assortment of deserts, danishes and ice cream.  The man and wife identify themselves as old friends.  I take a contemplative second look at them and immediately recognize them.  The man says the sandwich bag is for my personal consumption.  He instructs me to offer the box of deserts to my coworkers.

Inside the box is an ice cream cone with a caramel top nuts.   The cone is beginning to melt so I take it for myself and offer the remaining items to those around me.  I am very happy to see the man and wife.  They follow me as we walk around.  We are in Los Angeles.  We reminisce as we walk past the areas where we used to live.  We arrive at an apartment building with an exterior flight of stairs.   As we walk up the stairs the the woman sees a billboard in the distance and remarks to herself as if speaking to the billboard.  The billboard is a picture of my mom and dad.  The man says to the woman, “Would you stop talking to the billboard, we are here.“

Posted on

You’re Majesty; The Queen

September 15, 2018

In last nights dream, I am in a village in a distant place with my dog Butters.  The village is a place of twin cities which sit along a river.  One side is a population of indigenous Indians like Mayans.  I can see their elaborate and the earth tone colors they wear and beautiful head dresses.  On the northern side is the City of Royals.  They are the crystalline people.  They have outfits made of shimmering particles.

Two women sit on thrones.  One is a grandmother and the other is the great grandmother.   The great grandmother is the furthers away and she sits upon a mount which oversees the City of Royals.

On the other bank of the river there is yet a third area separate from the twin cities where a giant monolith stands.  He stand 100 times taller than any man in the village.  He wears all dark grey silver color.  He is a monolith of granite yet he is animated and alive.  Some time passes before I realize he is standing across the river.  I spend this time visiting with the villagers freely passing between the northern side where the Royals live and the southern side where the villagers live.   I’ve spent time on both sides with them the entire time unaware of a divide.

I hear a voice ask, “Did you pay your respects to You’re Majesty the Queen?” I look around and for the first time witness the Monolith Man.  HUH? Who and what is this?  Who is he referring to as the Queen?  I assume he is referring the the great grandmother who would in essence be the queen.  I am now for the first time aware of the divide between the cities.  I recognize the distinction between the two cities.  I realize the two mothers are queens and they sit on the Royals side of the divide.  The Monolith insists for a second time, “Did you pay your respects to You’re Majesty the Queen?”  If this monolith has been standing here all this time he would be well aware I have visited and played with them for this entire time.  They are family to me.

Overwhelmed by his sheer size I feel obligated to go back to the City of Royals and pretend to satisfy his request.  With deep reluctance I travel back to the northern side where the Great Grandmother Queen sits.  I approach kneel before her and ask in a whisper, “Great Grandmother what’s up with your son?  Is he not paying attention?” Knowing she is regarded as nobility I seek her protection given my size in comparison to the Monolith.  I ask her,  “What should I do?”  To which she answers in a loving tone placing her hand on my head and combing my hair with her fingers,  “Well call me, You’re Majesty and Just go along with it.”  This angers me because it seems unjust after all she is my great grandmother and who is this man who orders me around.  To please the situation I whisper “You’re Majesty is that enough?”  Now with an overwhelming sense of impending defeat beckoning every fiber in my body to respond. I turn inward for a moment to summon a response for the Monolith.  In this moment of deep inner contemplation a rush of energy floods my body.  From the my feet upward, my body fills with the energy and I immediately take flight.  The rush is so great I am forced to temper the energy so as to not fly too high above and out of their sights.  I realize this seems to be an adequate source for power to use in response to the Monolith.

While in flight I take the opportunity to learn how to control flight.  I try different maneuvers.  I suspect I am somewhat lucid here because this seems to be an automatic response to flight some earthly programming I have inserted into the dream to test things pertaining to flight.  I notice some of the makeovers don’t respond as well as others.  As time passes I seem to be losing the ability of flight.  I try navigating to different places in the dream some with success some requiring a great deal of mental effort.  I wonder if the way to more effectively control the dream is not my intent to move toward objects but instead my intent to have the scenery move toward me.  Maybe my power is conserved by having everything else move around me in response to my desire while I remain still.  I look down and behind me and notice I am now sitting on a chair while things are in motion around me.

With this new found awareness, I return to the villagers.  As I approach from the skies I can see the surprise in their eyes as they cheer my return.  I can see them going about their business in their homes.  I am somehow in the mind of everyone here.  I seem to know all that is happening.  There is a feast where we eat and celebrate.  It is now time for me to head back home.  They offer me food to take back with me.  The only place to carry the food is in my suitcase which is not the best place to store food but I do it anyway.

Upon returning home I have a false awakening.  Where I believe I’m back home.  Except the family I am now a part of are Indians from India.  I bring out the food I have packed to share with them.  Their customs are different from mine.  Everyone eats of the food.  I suddenly realize I have traveled back home and forgot to bring Butters with me.  I enter a state of extreme panic like that of  loosing a child.  The dream must have known it needed to intervene to calm me down.   I then felt my dog move who was nestled comfortably between my legs on the bed.  I reached over and patted his head with an overwhelming sense of relief I returned to the dream now fully lucid.

I take advantage of my lucid state an asked the question,  “What gives with the divide.  I wish to understand the separation between the twin cities.”  I instantly found myself on the banks of the river looking at two distinct time windows much like a portrait of each city.  One millennia past and one today.    The one today the river is very over grown with flowers and wild grasses along it’s banks.  The one from past is pristine tranquil in its beauty yet dark and still.

Still wanting to understand more I find myself in the City of Royals.  This time the city is empty only I walk here among the ruins of this place.  I enter the school where I walk through it’s classrooms.  I hear the voices of children play yet no one is here with me.  I find an origami someone has left behind.  I begin to unfold it examining how it was constructed.  Fold by fold, I deconstruct the origami revealing an inner message.  It is a code of secrets.  In the lower right corner as I unfold the last piece of the paper I see a milky white head crowning through the crease in the page.  I pause knowing this is a reference to a baby.  I pause to look at the paper still not wanting to fully open it savoring the moment and trying to take in as much information as possible.  I look back at the writing.  It is not writing I consciously recognize yet I am intimately familiar with it’s message.  At some level I understand.  Deep within its creases I see the face of a woman.  She is talking to me yet I cannot hear her words but I can see her lips move.  I clearly understand the message.   “Its possible if you want it badly enough.”

 

~~~~DREAM ENDS

 

I chose to take the alternate spelling of the word you’re instead of your given my knowledge of dreams and the wordplay that happens in dreams.  Also given that each character in the dream is a reflection of me.  I assume the dream is telling me I am majesty, I am hewn from stone.  The dream I think is also telling me that I am the queen and ruler of my life.  I have motherly instincts.  I need to pay my own regards to myself and recognize and honor this part of me.

This dream is deep with meaning.  I found it interesting that when I approached the queen I didn’t acknowledge her as queen I went back to refer to her as grandmother and asked what was up with her son?  What made me assume the Monolith was her son?  How and why did I equate the monolith as her son?  and am I the monolith?  Am I the son?  Do I need to bring my self down a level and pay for what I want badly enough.  Funny how in so doing I found my energy.

Posted on

Doors Open

September 7, 2018

Last night I had a dream where I am visiting my mom.  She lives in a luxury high rise building.  Only the exterior of the building is luxurious because people in this place don’t spend much time inside their apartments.  They spend most of the time on their balconies and in the shared living spaces on the exterior of the building.  Visitors are allowed to freely visit the balconies and shared spaces adjacent the private units.  I am taking in the breathtaking view of the skyline.  There is a jogging track that corkscrews around the outside the building.  I am afraid of heights so I decide to stay near the pool.  There are many small pools scattered around the perimeter of the building so that each resident does not have to walk far to find a pool or vista to enjoy.  I walk around and visit several of the units.  The view outside each unit is spectacular.  There is one building in the distance which i recognize.  It is slightly hidden behind dense fog it is the World Trade Center.  I ask the person I’m with,  “Isn’t that the World Trade Center?”  The person with me answers,  “Why YES!” in disbelief not that it it the World Trade Center because the World Trade Center is gone but that I have the ability to see it.

I turn inward to visit with my mom in her unit.  She is counting coins which she has collected during her stay.  Apparently they have a casino in the building.  She tells me she doesn’t know how to play but every time she passes a table she places a coin down and walks away.  The casino has now tracked her down to bring her her winnings.  She has so many coins of all types of denominations including large coins of a very high value.  She is rich and doesn’t know it because she doesn’t understand the value of the coins.

My mom is in a wheelchair and I decide to sit with her and take in one of the views.  I notice the unit she is in is empty with absolutely no furnishings.  Again, people don’t spend much time in their quarters.  I notice the door handle to her unit is handicap accessible in that the door knob is a leaver and is positioned low to the ground.  The door knob keeps falling off when I try to use it.  I tell my mom, “I’m going to have to tell the maintenance man to fix it.”  My mom then says to me, “Why do you need to close the door?”

 

Posted on

With Honor

August 20, 2018

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.

Posted on

Welcome the Family

South Park: This file is copyrighted. It will be used in a way that qualifies as fair use under US copyright law.

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.