OB1 – Page 2 – Ruben Bailey

March 1, 2019

Bums Up Diaper Free Time

March 1, 2019

In last night’s dream. I am visiting a day care center to view how they care for the babies. In one room there are two babies laying side by side in bassinets. These two babies are my niece Daisy’s children. There is poopie stuff oozing out of one of their diapers. Since I am their uncle, I decide to attempt to change the diaper myself. The diaper are rubber and has held like a cup all the pee. I notice the poop is much more stinky than I would have thought. For a moment, I become nauseous. Daisy walks in at the nick of time with some replacement diapers. She cleans them up and decides to allow them both some diaper free time. She lays the two babies on the floor in the center of the small room on a peach colored carpet. Both babies are bums up. I can see their tiny little hands which are so small I worry I may handle them incorrectly if I were to attempt to play with them or give them some attention.

As I leave the room I run into my friend Stephen who has arrived with his baby. He tells me he feels he doesn’t want to leave my on my own without any help. I had no idea Stephen also has a baby. His baby is much bigger and walks already. He has grey hair and is bald but he still refers to him as his baby.

~~~~~ DREAM ENDS

A few things which stuck out in this dream were the peach color of the carpet. I remember thinking, I hope that carpet is water proof. I had the same color carpet in when I lived in Palmdale. The idea I could experience nausea in the dream was a first and that I was actually able to smell.

I am very interested in doing elimination communication when the baby arrives so this might be a sign from beyond that it is worth trying and an assurance that I’m not alone. The image I found to go with the dream has helpful tips on EC. Its interesting I glance at all the images available with an idea of what I’m trying to convey looking for the best match. This one I liked and it just so happened it was linked to an EC website.

February 26, 2019

Prince Harry’s Blue Parasol

February 26, 2019

This seems like an important dream. One element has repeated over the last 2 night’s although I didn’t have a chance to journal the earlier dream. In last night’s dream, I appear to be an elementary school teacher. One of my students is Prince Harry. He is so adorably cute with his red hair. Even though he is a child he already has a beautiful beard. He has specifically asked to be in my class therefore it is a huge honor for me and recognition of my teaching lessons which he is wanting to receive. We spend much time learning new things with all the other students in my class. Although I’m the teacher I seem to also be a participant with the students. We all have a shared purpose.

At the end of the semester the final project is for the class to participate in a parade. The kids ready themselves early and surprise me by giving me a pre-parade march. I can see them coming down the street twirling their baby blue parasols. (I am standing at the corner of Union and Miramar walking up toward my elementary school.)

On a side bar the part of the dream that repeated from the night before was my friend Luis was in my dream as one of my students. He didn’t have a big role in the dream I was simply aware he was there. I’ve not seen him in a long long time in real life. Same was true in the previous night. Again he didn’t seem to play a major role I simply knew he was there.

On another side bar….yesterday I took a nap after dinner. All of the sudden I woke myself up with a puff of air. I blew air out of my mouth just like my dad used to do to me when he would pass by me and blow a puff of air in my ear. Still in a twilight state, I quickly realized what happened and closed my eyes again. I immediately saw the face of a man. He looked just like my friend Luis which is also my dad’s name. He wore a baby blue fedora. He was talking to me very fast as if he had a lot to say to me and very little time in which to do it. Common with these type of visions I could see him talking but I heard nothing. At some level in my subconscious I felt the meaning and importance but I can not put it in words. The best I can say is it had something to do with my roots and how I can ground myself by returning to the beginning; the corner of Union and Miramar.

As I write this I just realized that is where the blue parasol parade took place. I was standing at the corner of Union and Miramar when the parade of children walk up to me twirling their baby blue parasols. As a kid I used to walk down Union Avenue to get to my elementary school. A girl named Nina used to live in that house lived at the house on Union and Miramar.

~~~~~~~ DREAM ENDS

Meaning of Nina: Nina is a feminine name with unclear etymology. … The name Nina may originate from the old Slavic word Ninati, meaning “dreamer” or “dream“. Other origins for the name Nina include – Serbian, Native American, Spanish, English, Croatian, and Indian. Also the Spanish word niña meaning “little girl”

Meaning of Miramar: Miramar is a place name of Portuguese and Spanish origin. It means “sea-view” or “sea sight” from mirar (“to look at, to watch”) and mar (“sea”).

Meaning of Union: act or instance of uniting or joining two or more things into one: such as
(1) : the formation of a single political unit from two or more separate and independent units
(2) : a uniting in marriage
also : sexual intercourse
(3) : the growing together of severed parts

January 26, 2019

Peep Stamps 30 Cents

January 26, 2019

In this dream I am with someone and I invite him to have lunch with me at my old job. As I approach the glass door to enter the building it occurs to me I no longer work here. I wonder if the access code still works for the door and if they would know I entered the building. I try the code and to my surprise the door opens. I walk in but worry about inner access restrictions. I decide to offer him an alternate place to eat across the street at International Square.

We sit down to eat and after we are done I escort him to the metro but he tells me he does not have a metro card. I take him to a vending machine which sells postage stamps. He places his money in the machine and pulls the lever for a stamp. The stamp is returned by the vending machine. It is reads 30 cents. Unsure if this is sufficient to ride the metro, I suggest he try his luck with it. He appears willing to do so.

The cat woke me up so I took advantage of the moment to take a pee break. Upon returning I closed my eyes and immediately had a vision. I am seeing 4 children around the age of 7. All are lined up facing me stooping slightly as if to peer into my life. My attention immediately awakens to the thought one of these young peeps might be OB and if one is OB then the others must be the MBs who are on ice. The first child comes in for a closer look. He has light straight light brown hair with his bangs touching his eye browse. I can see him clear as day. My heart warms with the thought of OB.

January 16, 2019

Souls for Santa’s Shoes

January 16, 2019

In last night’s dream two story lines are playing at the same time. I am at work and have given notice that I will be changing positions. As I’m ready to leave, I am having flashbacks reminiscing of the times I have spent here. In the flashbacks is where the story lines diverge. The story lines are my work and my home life with Joe. I am separating from both of them yet they share common elements.

I can see the work stations at the helpdesk where I sat for many years. There are two stations, plus one for the supervisor that is off to the side and an office with a door for the boss. I consider what my life would be like if I stay at this job. I’m looking to gather my computer equipment to take home with me but I seem to be missing my monitor. There is something I need to do on the computer before I leave and I am unable to visualize what that is without the monitor. My mind computes what needs to be done to separate myself from my ex Joe. I think back to the many days I spent in Miami. I am trying to gather my things and account for everything. The monitor was working when it was in Miami. I reconcile with the fact that during these last years I’ve not been with Joe so it seems an easy decision to part ways with him. I ask why didn’t it work? The thought comes to me it is neither here nor there but I am confident I will be able to access what I need without the monitor.

There is a little boy with me. He is having a slumber party with a friend of his who he is trying out as a sibling. I think he is considering whether he wants a sibling or not. He tells me it was fun for the first day but that the baby sleeps too much so we should leave and go on our way. Feeling this is an acceptable response I gather my things and ready myself to go.

I am now looking for my desk chair to take with me. I reminisce back to the day I first sat in this chair. We were making shoes, Santa’s shoes. We were deciding which souls to put in them. I can see the leather shoes Peter Jelen is stitching for me. (I met Peter at the Green Man Festival one year in Greenbelt and he made some shoes for me. I had him make the shoes with an ambigram of the word DNA. The letters were cursive and read the same right side up or upside down.) In the dream, I can see the red and green shoes he is stitching together. They are still without souls. I look around me for material suitable for the souls. I know the material needs to be durable and long lasting because their journey is long.

December 24, 2018

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?

December 19, 2018

Party Coordinator’s Kaleidoscope

December 19, 2018

In this dream, I am at a party and I meet a guy who I believe on some level is Travis but in the dream I don’t know him to be Travis. I would say he feels like Travis. After spending time with him, I feel he is someone I would want to date. The Party Coordinator walks over to me to show me the Party Log of Events which has in it all possibilities. The Log is a Wheel that looks like a Kaleidoscope made of many tiny crystals each reflecting a distinct possibility. In it I see where the Party Coordinator also met this same guy Travis and also had feelings for him. Knowing we both like him to the same degree, I tell him he can have him since I have a baby. Wanting to see the baby but not recalling where the baby is in the dream, I take a moment to reflect where I might have left him. The baby sleeps off to my left in a blue bassinet. I stroke the baby’s face lightly so as to not startle it. The baby opens one eye followed by the other. Without words he communicates to me, “You forgot to change my diaper.” I look down at his puffy blue diaper and stick my finger in it to check. It is neither wet nor soiled. The baby then chuckles.

With his chuckle, I sense this is a dream.

As I awoke from the dream, I still held in my minds eye the Kaleidoscope shining so brightly it looked at times like the sun. It’s edges glowed a fiery of red.

December 4, 2018

The Cosmic Egg

December 3rd, 2018

Last night’s dream was absolutely incredible. My body is being elevated. I am ascending in the universe at an incredible speed. I can see the stars all around me. I come to a point in space where a picture frame hangs in front of me. I am positioned at a 45 degree angle to the frame. The frame is metallic and in the center is a white egg shape symbol. The frame is reflective much like a mirror.

Out of the blue I decide to hold my right palm in front of the image much like swearing an oath to the object but my intention is to offer the object a blessing by sending it healing energy. The egg begins radiating an intense light. I am amazed at how beautiful the light appears in the heavens.

The light causes an elevator door to appear to the right of the frame. I notice many beings approaching from the left. I turn to look at the beings now congregating around the frame, immediately to my left. Taking a good look at them I can see they are shadows of angels because they all have wings.

The elevator door opens and a man appears in the elevator. The man has dark olive skin and wears a big head dress. His face looks larger than a typical human might look but yet he has human features. I wonder if he might be an alien or a heavenly being. I wonder if this is some kind of space ship. Why would he need an elevator? Not wanting the man to see me I take two steps back to blend in and hide among the angles present. Feeling as though I’m not quite camouflaged sufficiently behind the angels I take two steps to my right. This last move places me more in line of sight with the being in the elevator. I turn to slightly giving him my profile. I can still see his profile out of the corner of my eye. The man’s features are striking and I wonder if I am the man. I ponder the coincidence he too offers me his profile.

All of the sudden my consciousness begins to fly at an incredible speed ascending even higher traversing many levels of the stratosphere. I turn to look behind me to see what happened to the angels who were standing with me. They appear to be following in flight right behind me. I attempt to understand what is going on and wonder if I am trying to flee or if they are simply following me. I turn again to wave at the angels behind me. The wave causes a few of the angels to dissipate but they are quickly replaced by more angels.

I then find myself in a cargo bay with all the angels we are sitting around after a long flight. It feels like we are getting comfortable maybe taking off our shoes or flight gear and getting dressed into our normal day cloths. As I look around I can see their faces clearly and I think to myself, I need to remember all this because it is so incredible. Someone looks at me as if reading my mind and gives me a peace sign with two fingers. He is indicating there are two types of dreams, one which I’m familiar with and the other ….. he goes silent here even though he is not really saying anything but yet he is communicating with me. The second type are those you feel but instead of messaging me telepathically he sends me his feelings.

November 14, 2018

Toning Up On Crossfit

November 13, 2018

In last night’s dream I am trying to get a friend to park his car in a certain space so that he can join us. I’ve sent a friend to help guide him but he seems to be reluctant to park in the designated space reserved for him. We are having fun and he is missing the excitement because he is still struggling to park.

There are indigenous people here amazonian people who appear scary and threatening but it is more of a show than a real threat but people don’t know that. The amazonians seem to be my friends. I have mastered the game and therefore am able to bypass the threats placed on my path. As an on looker one might think it is dangerous this may be why my friend is hesitating in parking his car.

The effort required to stay alive is challenging. It is like crossfit exercise. I am able to do the track with ease. It is strenuous but I am completing the tasks.

My friend calls me on the phone to tell me he is not going to be able to make it. He has been unable to park his car. I feel rejected. While I have him on the phone I tell him that I have sent him help what seems to be the problem? I am a bit disturbed.

After the fun is over I return to my home where I have a package that has been delivered to me. The package is a box. I open it to find a wire trace and toner. It is one of those devices used to trace wires in the wall. I am surprised because it is something I have been wanting. I am pleasantly surprised because it is a high end toner with a lot of professional grade features. The device is yellow. I wonder if I can keep it since there is a part of me that knows I didn’t order this myself and it must be a coincident.

October 22, 2018

Home Team

October 22, 2018

I don’t remember much of last night’s dream except when I woke up to snooze the alarm I laid my head back down and got comfortable then I immediately entered a dream state where I am looking at family photographs. I see a few where the people in the photographs are playing sports. There is one picture of two guys standing together for the photograph. I try to make out the faces. The man on the right is in his college years. I can see his face clearly. The one on the left his face is notably blurred. I flip the page to look at another photograph. It is the photograph of a young man around the age of 7. The boy in the photograph begins talking to me. I can see his lips move but I can’t hear anything audibly but on some level deep within me I seem to understand.

Sitting with his message inside me I pause to examine his appearance. His face is shaped like my dad’s with sandy brown hair. I take note of the items in the background. The colors in the background are monochromatic. I see a safari jeep and zebra both having black and white colors. His jersey is red and white. My alarm rings a second time.

October 3, 2018

Signed, Sealed and Delivered

October 3rd, 2018

In last night dream I remember receiving a package in the mail. It’s a tiny little box with what and inside the box in a stamp and seal the kind a notary would use to certify documents. My mind takes me to when I worked as a paralegal in Los Angeles when I was a notary. I assume this package and it’s contents are to be used in my work. As I prepare to certify documents I notice the package also contains powdered sugar or what appears to be powdered sugar. Believing the package may be contaminated I contact the authorities who come to examine the package. One of the authorities is an older man probably around my age. He tells me he has found a child in the package. This being so unusual to me I ask where did you come from? He seems noticeably nervous trying to put the items back into the package. I can now see the young child who sits beside him. At this moment I feel something touch my side. I look beside me and see the little boy is now under my arm. I kiss his head and ask him, “Is that you?” At this point I awaken enough to hear my own voice in real life say “Is that you? Butters is under my arm sleeping. I immediately fall asleep.

Now back in the dream I see the toddler seated next to the man. I walk over and ask. “How old is the child?” The man looks puzzled. I continue saying, “He has to have an age?” I begin counting in an effort to awaken the man to my questioning. Is he 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9? Visibly nervous he responds he is non of those. At this moment realize the dream has a different concept of time.