In last night’s dream, I am traveling with a small group of people but specifically with one person a guy who I am interested in romantically. It is as if we had gone on this adventure together and accompanied by a small group of people but him and I are together as a unit. Once at our destination it is nearing the time for us to return home. It is as if everyone has an inner calling on when to return home. Once the call comes in it really doesn’t matter who you went with you have to answer the call yourself and find your way back home. Once the call comes in everyone in your group hears a small summary of how far you traveled in your journey. The information is of a personal nature yet everyone is allowed to hear it as a public announcement. When I hear my partners call I find out a little more about him. It turns out he has a very high clearance with the government and is some kind of Central Intelligence Chief. He has achieved the highest or among the highest standing possible. I ruminate over his success and imagine what it would be like to have that type of high paying job. I’m a bit envious but happy that I am with him since we would both benefit from his good fortune. I am also happy we both share the same interest and type of job experience within cyber security.
In the call also reveals the return path we’ve selected for ourselves. We are currently in Baltimore and needing to return to Washington, DC. I have chosen to ride the train back. He has also chosen to ride the train back but in a very unconventional way. For some reason, he has inside information about a delay on the track that will allow him to purchase a later train and arrive in D.C. at the same time I do. This allows him to enjoy Baltimore a bit longer before having to return. For me, the effect is I too am able to enjoy my time with friends a bit longer and since we are still on the same track we can still in essence be connected with each other.
I then see a fellow group member who flies by telling us how the delay is impacting him. He tells us how happy he is that he was able to meet someone earlier in the day and got “Lucky” and now with the delay is going to be able to prolong his happiness. He winks at us indicating he just might get “Lucky” a second time. Our distinct paths home now seem to create a triangle.
Now with some assurance I won’t be missing my return path I decide to try to fly. My body flies high like a kite in the wind flying flying flying but not changing position. The feeling is exhilarating.
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.
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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.
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.
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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
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.
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.