Hypnagogia – Ruben Bailey

June 12, 2018

Post It Ruben

I woke up briefly in the middle of the night to roll over half asleep and still dreaming, I got comfy in my new position. I then saw a group of post-it notes fly in front of me as if on a cloths line. The post-its dangled forcefully in front of me as if to imply, THIS IS IMPORTANT. As I examine the writing i notice the writing is in cursive in a faint baby blue color. I can barely make out what it says. Knowing I won’t be able to translate it literally since I am never really successful in reading things in dreams, I take in the note in it’s entirety allowing myself to feel the writing. I imagine myself as the writer and what i felt at the time the note was written. What message do I want to tell myself right now? Still awake in real life, I think to myself, “you better grab your voice recorder under my pillow and try to record what is on the note.. But my tired eyes would not allow the movement of my arms.

The scene changes and now in place of post-it notes I see faces on the line just like the post-it notes. They are still images of a man. I recognize the man. It is me. The picture is of me but it is not a me I recognize yet I know the person in the image to be me. I am the man in the picture.

I then fell deep into my sleep no longer recalling anything that came after.

The minute I woke up in the morning I had the thought, “that was an important dream that must be noted.” I struggled to reflect for a moment what was so important to remember. I thought you’ll never remember since I knew it occurred in the middle of the night and I was doubtful I had recorded anything on my voice recorder. It then came rushing back. I could see once again the post-it notes and the face of the man.

I found this image of anti-bullying post-it notes from Spring High School in Eugene Oregon.

November 10, 2009

May I Clean Your Chandelier?

I went to bed early last night. My head was hurting so bad from crying so much over the break of my recent relationship with Lane. I had so many emotions wrapped up in my head that when I was falling asleep I kept hearing voices. They were the voices of many people. They were so loud and clear that they sounded as if they were in the room with me. I was so irritated because they would not shut up and they were too many voices at once to distinguish the context of the conversations.

I struggled to wake myself up to stop the voices. As I would come back into consciousness the voices would stop. I’d look around my bedroom and see the total darkness and stillness of my bedroom with only a dimmer of light coming in from the street.

Again I would close my eyes and try to fall asleep. Sleep came quickly and as the sleep paralysis would set in the voices would immediately begin. Again I’d struggle to wake up to regain control of my body to stop the voices. Each time I’d reawaken, the voices would immediately stop and I’d come to see the stillness of my bedroom. This happened several times repeatedly. The later and more tired I got and deeper I fell into sleep and the harder it became to reawaken myself to stop the voices.

I then began having false awakenings mixed in with the real awakenings. Eventually I got to the point where I would reawaken to the stillness of my room and immediately close my eyes and enter the false awakening while still fully conscious. In the false awakenings my bedroom became brighter as if I had night vision; I could see the people in my room; those responsible for the voices. There were many people present none who I recognized.

I am irritated that these people have given themselves the liberty of invading my personal space. With my arm I reach out to grab the person closest to me. I point at each person singling them out one by one to let them know I am aware of their presence and there exact location in my dream. But like ghosts my physical movements had no effect on them they simply ignored me. I swung my physical arms harder to make them aware of my disapproval. Finally surrendering to the futility of my efforts, I simply ignored them and fell deeper into the dream.

Angered by their invasion of my personal space, I decide to pick up my belongings and go home. The only belongings I have here in this dimension are a massive crystal chandelier with many fragile pieces and an avocado green upright Hoover vacuum cleaner just like the one my mom had when I was a kid. I am angry with myself. Why do I have this chandelier here in the first place? Why in the world did I remove it from my home to bring it here? The chandelier has been here for so long and uncared for that the glass is completely tarnished yet I know it still has intrinsic value worth keeping so I must take it home with me. I’m embarrassed that the crystals are so dirty from neglect. I grab a cloth sack with a draw string and place the many crystal pieces of varying lengths in the sack. I am careful so as to not break any of them. I carry the sack with caution in front of me. The vacuum cleaner is sitting on a shelf upside down in a closet. I grab it by the handle and turn it right side up and proceed to leave.

Outside is a woman sitting on the curb. I know her to be an Angel but in this dream she is without her wings appearing as a regular person. Since I am lucid, I know her too well. I recognize her even though she is appearing as a regular person her angelic qualities shine through her pale white skin. To temper her brilliance she is wearing a black pearl choker. She is playing with some of the crystals from my chandelier moving them around like chess pieces on the sidewalk. Apparently I had not retrieved all of the pieces. She brings light to the dirty pieces exposing them for all to see.

At this point I’m angry with God for exposing my vulnerabilities and my dirty crystals and the fact that some have escaped my grasp. I grab the Angel by her pearl necklace and demand the return of my crystals. Forcibly I take them from her and release her from my grasp.

I am so angry.

April 20, 2009

Slide Rule of the Dead

I had a dream last night where I am given a slide rule that not only predicts the future but creates the future you wish to have. This slide rule is a prototype for instructional purposes to demonstrate that the concept is feasible. Oddly enough this slide rule is limited to the simple task of giving a shave. It creates a future shave on anyone you choose. I am highly skeptical of its ability. Frankly, I think the idea is absurd but it has my curiosity. I examine it carefully noting the slider and options provided on it for the degree of shave you wish to manifest. By moving the slider, I am able to affect the future. Knowing I’m not one to give myself a shave….I decide to set it to give me a shave at some future date. After moving the slider I place the slide rule down on my night stand and lay back down to sleep.

Moments later after I am supposedly fall back asleep in the dream I begin to feel pressure on the nape of my lower back. This can’t be possible, I’m thinking to myself. Did the device really work? The time is now for a shave. I try to move my arm behind my back to apprehend whatever force is touching my lower back but I am unable to move my arm. I am in sleep paralysis. Struggling to regain consciousness to verify the presence of this supernatural force against my lower back, I finally awaken from the dream but still unable to move completely paralyzed much like a false awakening but I know I am really awake.

There is a woman floating above my bed. She is an oriental woman with beautiful features and well defined ruby red lips. Her hair is pinned up like a china doll. “Who are you,” I ask mentally of her presence. Her presence floats over me in a diagonal direction from my lower right and up toward my right shoulder. Still struggling to regain control of my body my arm finally wakes up and becomes responsive. I move my arm slowly and intentionally in her direction painting a continuous circle with my index finger in the air around her face in a slow and persistent manner to get her attention and let he know I am aware of her presence….once again telepathically asking with stern emphasis, “WHO ARE YOU?” In response to my question she puckers and pinches her lips forward as to point in the direction of my night stand as if it somehow holds the answer to my question. Moments later she disappears.

I then rolled over and went back to sleep. The dream continued….this time the device I am given is a more advanced version with no limits to the possible outcomes of what the device can manipulate. This upgraded version has a tiny video screen where the sliding cursor is located. Impossible I’m thinking to myself as if the last one wasn’t bad enough. Yet a part of me wants to look into its window to see the future. I am very much aware that I am dreaming. I am aware that no harm can come to me by confronting my dream. I am aware of my previous dream and I am emphatically determined to find out where this all leads. I want answers from the depths of the collective consciousness.

Looking into the sliding cursor I can now perceive the future. It is an amazing experience. The beauty and power of this gift suddenly turns gruesome. With its power comes knowledge of darkness. I now see the decade bodies of the dead whose spirits are trapped desperately wanting to communicate but their bodies are no more. These are ancient civilizations forgotten and left to decay in darkness. In shock I woke up with the vivid image of a dead man impressed upon my mind.

I don’t often have nightmares but this one I would certainly classify as such. I don’t know how much of the dream was influenced by my day’s events. I did see a very disturbing movie earlier tonight, Crash High Voltage. It was rated B by Yahoo movies so I considered it a good pick. I was sorely disappointed in the movie. I considered walking out at several points in the movie but since I had gone with a friend I decided to stay. The amount of violence in the movie was very disturbing. I have to ask what kind of society have we become that movies like this receive B ratings.

So who was that woman and what on my night stand was she calling my attention to. On my night stand sits a lamp, my alarm clock, my cell phone, my wallet, my voice recorder for capturing dreams and in the drawer several my personal items including the remote control. At the base of my night stand are several about 5-7 spiritual books.

This one remains a mystery.

March 20, 2009

Clergy With Someone

Last night I had a restless night that resulted in a series of disturbing dreams. In the first dream I am at a party and we are blowing up balloons. They are the type of balloons that are twisted into animal shapes. The balloon I am given is black. The objective is to blow up the balloon to the break point without breaking it. As I begin to blow up my balloon I notice it looks like a penis or dildo. I am disturbed by the image and I want to stop but I feel committed to the challenge. I don’t want to fail. I’m aware that the more I blow the more pleasure is felt by those around me who are observing me. They are urging me on. I’m approaching the break point. Just one more puff. The balloon bursts with a loud pop. I immediately wake up startled by the loud sound and burst of air at my face.

As I open my eyes there is a fat black man looking at me with puffed cheeks, pinched lips and bulging eyes. He reminds me of Louis Armstrong. I am extremely annoyed at his presence. He is the reason why my balloon burst. The look in his eyes tells the whole story. He is making a joke of me. I backhand him and roll on my side to go to sleep.

I then had a dream where I am dating a guy over the internet whose screen name is “ClergyWithSomeone.” Our conversations occur mostly over the internet. At first our chats are pretty typical and very delightful. Then something changes the mood shifts for some reason and I suspect something is wrong. I’m trying to figure out what has changed. Why is it that the internet acting differently? As I examine the computer I realize my hands are stuck to the computer. I am trying to figure out how to detach myself from the device. I’m pulling the computer away from me over my head like a pull over sweater. At this point when I am almost free a white note is passed to me seemingly a chat request. I feel it is from someone trying to help me. I immediately grab for the note in the hope of freeing myself. I’m beginning to wake up.

When I open my eyes I’m completely disoriented. I cannot make heads or tails of my room yet I am awake. I feel like I am recovering from just having passed out as if the blood is just now returning to my brain. As my brain begins to make sense of my bedroom, I see three men floating above my bed. They are standing together in a group facing each other. They are humanoid with the face of an animal specifically a bear or a beaver. Again I am extremely annoyed with them for the dream they have given me. I don’t feel they are making fun of me they are simply telling me the truth, a truth which doesn’t feel so good. I back hand them and turn once again in the other direction and fall back to sleep.

I have another dream. In this dream there is a police officer that has been stocking my house and watching me through my closed windows. He has been watching my movie played on my television screen, a movie of my life. I feel violated. He knows my most personal and intimate details. Upon becoming aware of him I step outside my house onto the front porch to confront him. Given that he is a police officer, I feel I must comply with his demands. He wants to enter my home to inspect it. I turn and walk back toward my front door. Something inside me says, “DON’T DO IT….DON’T BELIEVE HIM…DON’T LET HIM IN. I must react quickly. I make a run for it at a moment in time where he was not expecting it. I slam the iron door closed and quickly turn the dead bolt lock. I tell him he must wait outside while I call the station and confirm that he is in fact who he says he is and has the authority with which to search my home. My actions angers him greatly.

I am in a panic inside the house not knowing what to do next. Who do I call? What should I do? The panic places me in a lucid state a super conscious state where answers are coming to me. I remember that I know how to fly. I am the master of my dreams. I alone am the script writer. I alone must confront him but I will do it prepared with a super conscious awareness. I practice for a moment flying back and forth within my dream house to verify that I can indeed fly and I have my super human powers at my readiness. I then open the door to confront my oppressor. It is dark outside and he is now no where to be found but I know he still lurks in the darkness.

I now go about my business. I walk through the house taking note of all the details. There are mementos of my life and memories of my mother. As I start to remember where I came from, I become lost in the experience. As the wave of information starts to end, I come across a group of photos. They are photos of me with my friends taken in the past. In the first photograph I see the man my oppressor the same man who stood outside my house dressed as a police man. I clearly recognize him now. I hear myself say, “I hate him.” I can’t believe we were once friends but here is the truth on paper. We were friends. I flip through the photos. We are together in a majority of the photos. He smiles like a horse. I remember his presence even in those days was overbearing but he was my friend.

I then hear a sound at the door. He is back and the front door is wide open. He enters the house. We both take flight and confront each other in mid air in a great show of force. He is an extremely powerful opponent with powers that equal mine. His advantage is that he has lived in this underworld for a long time. It is his home turf. I am on his playing field. I on the other hand have been away from my powers having used them only sparingly during the course of my life on earth. The knowledge of how to use them is steadily coming back to me. We collide many times in mid air but I am not backing down. It is not only me for whom I am fighting for. I am fighting for the freedom to be as we really are in our full potential. I am fighting for my family’s right to sovereignty, peace and security. We finally lock each other in a choke hold. I’ve got him by the neck gripped under my arm.

The struggle wakes me up. As I open my eyes there is a face of a man beside me. His face is bright red and he has an expression that is undoubtedly evil. If there is a devil this man is him. Interestingly he has two piercing one on his lip and the other on his nose. He is completely red except for both piercing which are a vibrant luminescent blue. I am amazed that I am seeing this before me in a fully conscious state. I give no expression other that of sheer determinations and steadfast resolve to stand my ground. After a few minutes….his image fades. I then got up and went to the bathroom to pee.

February 18, 2009

Reading River

Last night I had a dream. I am at my house and I look out the front window and notice people gathering. I step outside my front door to and see my neighbor Evelyn standing amongst a group of people. She is giving them the news that she is moving out of the neighborhood after having lived in her house for over 30 years. It is the end of an era.

Upon hearing the news, I begin to cry. I reach over to embrace my neighbor. I am heartbroken. She lovingly hugs me and tells me that everything is going to be ok. She then draws my attention into the distance. In front of my house there lies a river at the bottom of a hillside. Along the bank of the river, I can see my nephew standing with an inflatable raft.

There is something not quite right with the raft and this image. I struggle to get a good look at the raft to figure out what is so unusual about it. I notice that the raft does not have a place in which to sit. It looks more like an inflatable mattress than a survival raft. My nephew is fanning the ground with it causing dust to rise into the air like smoke signals. I’m told he is waiting for his friends to arrive to go into the river with the raft.

My nephew’s behavior strikes me as curious. I stand there puzzled trying to figure this out. I have a vague awareness that I might be dreaming. Nothing makes sense here. As I’m standing there a strange man walks by. I get the feeling the stranger does not belong in my dream. He disappears out of sight.

I then get in my car and drive around the neighborhood trying to be very observant. I drive by old neighborhoods where I used to live. All the housing in this area has been taken over by slumlords. I attempt to read the writing along the streets paying close attention to the words. The words don’t make any sense to me. They are words I do not recognize or much less pronounce. I assume I must be dreaming. At this moment I see the strange man again from before walk by. He quickly gets lost in the heightened confusion but I am determined to make sense of this world.

I continue driving focusing hard on trying to take in all the information from this place. I then notice that my car’s performance is not what it should be. The car is stuck in second gear and it feels like it wants to stall. I want to try to get to a place where I can pull over but I am currently driving through an underpass. I need to make it to the other side. I am looking over all the instrumentation gages in the car to see what might be wrong with it. A small white navigational screen appears in the center console of the car. It is displaying a single word. Initially I do not recognize the word. I can read the letters but not the word.

Aggravated I turn to open the door and get out of the car. The strange man is standing immediately outside my car. Without thinking I reach over and grab him through the window of the car by his neck. I take a firm grip of him and immediately wake up from the dream.

I had literally sat up in bed when I grabbed for the stranger’s neck. As I opened my eyes, I found the man clutched in my fist. I could still see his face in my mind’s eye and before me with my naked physical eyes. It was as if I had two copies of the same man in my head….one in the back of my mind and one out in the physical world in which I live. His ethereal presence faded as I vehemently shook him in my physical world. His expression was one of complete surprise. He was not expecting me to do that.

Because I jerked myself awake when I reached over and grabbed him by the neck I inadvertently hurt my own neck as my sleeping head did not respond as gracefully to the request my body made to attack the man before me. As I sat there in bed it occured to me that I did understand the meaning of the word displayed upon the navigational screen. It’s meaning resonated deep within me with profound truth of which I cannot explain.

3 days later my neck is still hurting from the incident.

December 23, 2008

Love is Perfect; The Bedouin Man

In the middle of the night I woke up with the feeling that someone had taken my wallet from off my nightstand. Before I could even open my eyes, I grabbed for my wallet which was now in the hands of a man who walked beside my bed. To the man’s surprise, I was successful at reclaiming my wallet from him. As I opened my eyes, there standing beside my bed was this man. He was a Bedouin. Although he stood in my bedroom he also stood simultaneously in his world upon a precipice in the high desert. He was a beautiful luminescent blue angelic being whose face radiated pure unconditional love. At times the wind being so strong blew his scarf in front of his face obscuring my view of him. I raised my hand and arm in front of me to hail his presence.

He then placed a vision in my mind; a dream where I am in a sexual embrace at the point of ecstasy with not a person but the entire universe. The universe is inside my body. The feeling was so overwhelming that I completely lost myself forgetting where I was. My being was totally and completely consumed by the experience. For the first time I experienced real LOVE. I understood that when we love our love is felt by everyone. Love is perfect.

As the dream continued and I regain awareness within the dream I realize I forgot to let the dog in from the cold. I quickly run downstairs in the dream to let him back in. My dog is so excited to see me. I kneel upon the floor and my dog jumps into my arms to be cuddled by me. We walk back upstairs and return to bed.

The vision ends and my awareness is returned to the Bedouin man. My arm is still outstretched. My eyes rolled back in my head in utter amazement as my body fell back in bed. After a few moments, I regained my composure and sat up again to look around the room. The Bedouin man was nowhere to be found.

October 6, 2008

My Name is Interpol

Last night, I was visited by a group of extraterrestrials from another dimension. Their lead identified himself as Interpol. He said his name means “communication.” At the time of their visit I was stricken with sleep paralysis and therefore stuck in limbo in between worlds. I could clearly see them standing by my bed partially materialized. They then took me on a journey to their world. There I met a friend whom I refer to as Ben. We walked along their streets and sat in a tiny cabaret. I noticed how everything was so crisp and clean. It was dark out and a moon was hovering closely in the night sky. I felt a bit uncomfortable in their world. We spoke at length about the things we like to do. We both mentioned how we both enjoy a good smoke.

He noticed I was uncomfortable so he asked if there was something I needed. I asked him if we could go outside; out in the open air to walk again. He agreed. Before stepping out in the open there was a display window in the cabaret with various after dinner items. One of the items was a box which had three cigars. I instinctively reached for one of the three cigars. He reached for the second one. I then offered him mine as a gesture of my appreciation. We both smoked off the same cigar.

We then found ourselves in an open pasture that belonged to a nursery for plants. The caretaker gave me a box with a hundred dollar bill in it and a certificate of ownership and deed to the property. He said it was for me. This was my inheritance he said. I was overwhelmed at the gestures. I knew this was everything I ever wanted. I knelt on the ground to see and smell how fertile the soil was. When I kelt I noticed there was a path, a road that lead from my new property to the moon. It was an incredible sight. In disbelief, I stood up and noticed in the sky a red light coming toward us. I knew this was the beacon for the mother ship. I looked squarely into the light waving my arms over my head to flag the ship down.

The entire ship came in closer as it materialized fully in the night sky. I assisted it in landing on my new property. I could clearly see all the details of the ship. I was asked if I could smell their ship as if it smelled bad but I could not smell anything unpleasant. They then came out of the craft to greet me standing beside my bed.

My awareness came full circle again back to the now. My name is Interpol he said it means communication. He then took me on another journey to see the school where I had received my education. There I ran into an old friend named Mary. We reminisced about her wedding where we were in the presence of our mutual friends. I was carrying a backpack at the time with school supplies. I was responsible for assisting with registrations at the school.

My awareness came full circle again back to the now. My name is Interpol he said.

The whole night I could not move. I couldn’t even move to grab my voice recorder so what I did is I kept repeating the details of the dream in my mind so that I would not forget. It also helped that I needed to pee but I couldn’t get up for that either.

The first unusual thing that caught my attention was his name, Interpol. I had never even heard of it until I looked it up in Wikipedia.

INTERPOL is the world’s largest police organization. INTERPOL’s mission is to assist law enforcement agencies in each of its 186 member countries to combat all forms of transnational crime. Its six areas of priority are: drugs and criminal organizations, public safety and terrorism, financial and high tech crimes, trafficking of human beings, corruption, and fugitives.

The second thing was the cigars and the issue of smoking. I don’t smoke cigars or cigarettes. Somehow I equate the smoke with peace, harmony and tranquility.

Cigars are often smoked to celebrate special occasion: the birth of a child, a graduation, a big sale.

September 15, 2008

The Dragon's Lair; Sinfully Nothing to Fear

This dream was so long it started one night and continued on the next. Both dreams were so amazing and detailed I can only hope to give a glimpse of what happened.. I was also fully lucid in both dreams. I remember reentering the dream half a dozen times or more just because it was so exhilarating to do so. I wanted to experience it again and again and again. With each re-entry the dream changed slightly with my new awareness.

On the first night I am retracing human history and find the Elohim. I somehow know that if I find enough of the pieces where they were left it will be enough to piece it all back together. I fly and soar to heights only dreamed of. My last clue is found in the crystals.

On the next night I reentered the dream again soaring to heights well above the earth. I can see a planet in the distance. This planet is similar to the moon but darker as it does not reflect much light. I allow myself to enter into orbit around the planet. I want to see the life that is on this planet. There are many dark caves yet I can see in the darkness. The caves are protected by many uncircumcised penis like creatures with wings that fly like bats in the night. They scratch and bite at my hands. I can hear them talking. “This is the dragon’s lair.”

By entering I defied the dragon and angered him. I could also hear my own thoughts. I knew they could hear my thoughts. I wanted them to know I wanted them to “Bring it on”. I then said in a slow deliberate thought, “Simply nothing to fear” but for some reason my saliva got my tongue stuck and the word “Sinfully” came out instead of “Simply.” I then felt my own dribble hit my forehead in a wet creamy paste.

Knowing I am the beast and I am the dream, there is nothing for me to fear. I’ve basically forever been afraid of my own shadow. Hell then became a very cold place. My metabolism slowed to a crawl. I heard them say will he be able to make it back. I didn’t care I felt I had already died a million times. If this was the realization of death then so be it. One of them noticed I was wearing a cell phone.

August 22, 2008

A Game of Hide and Seek

Last night as I lay in bed I began to meditate. I immediately started seeing a depth of vision within my third eye as if I was lying on a table within a large empty room. I could see beautiful bright blue lights panning back and forth in a spiraling motion. The lights and depth of perception were so vivid and intense which is very uncommon for this early stage of meditation. I had just shut my eyes. I decided to open them again to see if what I was seeing was within me or outside of me.

I opened my eyes as the lights intensified. I could now see them both with my eyes open and with my eyes closed. Except now the phenomena was supper imposed upon my bedroom. Beside me were standing 3 beings that I could barely make out. I carefully looked around the room knowing wherever there is such lights beings are normally present. They were 3 completely etheric being that stood immediately to my left. They were each about 4 ½ feet tall. I could see completely through them yet I know they were there because I could see the vibratory signature of their energy. I held out the palm of my left hand to them right side up in a welcoming gesture. The one next to me reached out and as she did a vortex of light came streaming from here as she reached and placed her palm in mine. As she moved her essence seemed to be electrified and magnetized by the movement and the interaction with my aura which I could now clearly see. Her energy was a deep burgundy maroon in color. She held my hand for a few minutes. Vortexes opened up in front of the other two which then connected to the energy of my aura. I could see into these light filled vortexes. The light so excited completely filled my bedroom. The one who held my hand telepathically suggested that I close my close my eyes and meditate.

I promptly responded to her request by closing my eyes. I was now in another room, a place on a different plane of existence. I could clearly see them walking around me examining me from above. I could see their shadows move against the wall. I could see them only as shadows. In there shadows, I could make out their form. Although humanoid they were significantly different from me. They were however completely benevolent. I could tell this because I felt their energy. I had connected to their auras and I knew them and their intentions. They have allowed me to see a little more of them each time and with each time understand why they are here and what my roll is in all the change that is about to sweep our globe.

I then fell asleep and had dreams about them all night long. I kept trying to get at them because they like to hide in the dreams. It was an all night game of hid and seek. I never tired of looking for them and I always found them. I would have them for a minute and then they’d get away from me again. At one point in the early morning, I nearly had them cornered under my bed sheets. As I went to grab him he slide out onto the floor next to the closet door beside my bed. I slid out of the bed with him the act of sliding woke me up. I was sitting there looking at him and my closet door for about two minutes before I had realized where I was. He instantly vanished.

June 25, 2008

Mary Poppins: A First Amoung Equals

Bedgown Last night as I was meditating I had a vision which I can only equate to a scene from Mary Poppins. In the vision I am traveling in the countryside. Out in the distance are standing a women and a young girl. They have baroque style clothing each with a long puffy crinoline style bedgown and petticoat. The woman is holding an open umbrella which she uses to shade herself and the young girl who is close at her side. They begin to walk toward a canyon about 20 feet in front of them. I am mesmerized by the graceful way in which the woman’s bedgown sways at her feet. When they reach the canyon’s edge they simply continue walking. As they step off the cliff a wind carries them using their crinolines as parachutes. The wind is so strong and mighty that it carries them to new heights well above me. My consciousness watches them as they pass overhead.

I ended my mediation and rolled over to fall asleep. I then had a dream where I find that someone has laid claim on my house. We both exist within the house. He has been residing on the upstairs and I on the downstairs. I have not had reason to venture upstairs so I am not displaced by his presence. On this day he comes downstairs to make himself known to me. He attempts to take possession of my favorite armchair. I stop him in his tracks letting him know definitively that I am the master of this house and the chair is mine.

He leaves me with the chair but I remain curious to find out how he manages to live upstairs. Determined to find out for myself, I venture up the stairs to the second level to look around. It is a grand space that is very old and weathered but has a uniquely old world charm. The floors, he is now refinishing. I think to myself that it might not be a bad idea to allow him to remain in the house since he is actually adding value by the work he is performing on renovating the floors.

As I get ready to go back downstairs I notice a bird sitting on a table out on the terrace. It is a Sun Conure; a pet I had many years ago. His name was Ollie Bird. He is dazed and his feathers are haggard. Feeling compassion for Ollie Bird my immediate inclination is to try to revive him and bring him back inside but now the man wants me to get on my way. My pets can’t stay outside they must come into the house where they can be protected. I now realize that the upper level of the house has been left open and unattended for many years. An open door or window would allow my cat Sable to get out. I insist on securing the house. He does not want me upstairs. He wants me to leave. In our struggle for control I awaken from the dream to find a woman floating above my head. She looks at me through a round portal that has opened up above my bed. There is a green light coming though.

Mentally I challenge her to bring it on. I am committed to stand my ground. She then turns to the side such that I can see her profile. From her mouth streams forth all sorts of creatures, animals, plants, and geometric shapes. Everything is alive with a vibration. Even though we were at a confrontation, what I experienced was very beautiful. Life in all it’s many forms is simply beautiful.

What struck me unusual was that the dream wanted the chair. So I proceeded to look up the meaning and here is what I found:

The chair is of extreme antiquity. Although for many centuries and indeed for thousands of years it was an article of state and dignity rather than an article of ordinary use. “The chair” is still extensively used as the emblem of authority in the House of Commons in the United Kingdom and Canada, and in public meetings.

The House of Commons is the lower house of the Parliament of the United Kingdom, which also comprises the Sovereign and the House of Lords (the upper house). Both Commons and Lords meet in the Palace of Westminster.

Historically, prime ministers are often referred to as Primus inter pares, a Latin term translated as first among equals, and which reflects the original concept of a prime minister as merely the first minister or most senior minister to the monarch, not the dominant or presiding minister, a role later assumed by many prime ministers in many states.

Coincidence how looking up information on the history of the chair had anything to do with an upper and lower house.