This dream seems to be a continuation of the dream I had the previous night which I haven’t journaled yet. I find myself in the kitchen in my house, and I put a pan on the stove to boil water. I walk away from the boiling water because I have a pressing need to write my book. I am developing the stories in the book. I walk upstairs to find a quiet place to sit and write.
I return sometime later. It feels like a great amount of time has passed. I am again in the kitchen and the pot of water is completely dried out. I am upset, concerned they could have burned the house down by neglecting the pot of water. It then occurs to me that I was the one who left the pan to burn on the stove, but I am in the middle of emphasizing a critical lesson on protecting the home.
It appears all the guests in my house already know about the book even before I’ve completed it. They are talking about the scenes in the book that are possibly explicit and push the boundaries of an R rated book. I feel they are taking things out of context and reading between the lines and weaving in their own interpretations of the book.
I am then given handed leather-bound book. By giving me this book, they are showing me what they know about my writing. This is apparently the completed book. I open the book thinking someone stole my story because I have yet to finish it. I open the book and begin reading. The book is written in Spanish. It is factual the details are correct but told out of sequence. I become semi lucid at this point realizing something very unusual is happening. How is it I am able to read and understand the story written in the book if I’m dreaming. Normally I am unable to make sense of written words in dreams. I can see it is clearly in Spanish. The binding, images and detail in the book is absolutely beautiful. It starts off by reciting a contract between myself and my best friend to do what is described in the pages of the book. Knowing the dream can end at any moment I read as quickly as possible. I am captivated by some symbols in the first few pages. At that moment, I hear my son Oliver ask me if I’m awake. I open my eyes to see him looking at me smiling. Yes, Oliver I am awake. I wasn’t able to finish the reading the story, so I’ll just have to live it.
In last night’s dream, I find myself in a very big house with about 4 stories. I am planning a family reunion. I’m giving instructions over an intercom system so I know everyone can hear me they just don’t know where exactly I am voicing the instructions from. I am summoning them all together and instructing them to meet me in the front room of the house. I tell them it is going to be a magical event. For them to play along, they need to provide three basic pieces of information. 1. Who your grandparents are. 2. Who your parents are. and 3. Who your siblings are. With this information they should then choose the front room to arrive at. In my mind, I can see the game board with the Family Tree. I tell them once you designate these people, you will discover who you are and where you fit in the Family Tree. It occurs to me that they have 1 of 4 choices because there are 4 stories and 4 front rooms in the house, one on each floor. How do I know they will all choose the same room? All I know is I don’t need to choose or move from where I am because I am very confident everyone will choose the same room. I believe in the process and mystery. I think it is because of the way the DNA is structured that everyone is destined to choose the right room. Sure enough, everyone begins arriving as predicted.
Wanting to prepare the house a bit more for all the invited family guests I decide to clean out the refrigerator to get rid of things that were there from before to make room for new stuff. There is some ice cream and tiny Oreo cookies. I begin eating the ice cream and offer some of the Oreo cookies to Oliver. I then notice the dishwasher has been modified. I’m trying to figure out why they felt the need to modify the dishwasher. Why did they have to change it. There is a dishwasher part that has been removed. I save the item since I don’t understand its’ use, I just know it belongs to the dishwasher.
I am then drawn to a potential concern in the house. I am perceiving what might be a threat. There is a daycare facility in the house that watches my children. I decide to pick them up and take them with me. The two children are so cute and are the same size. They remind me of Simone and Linden. I’m walking through the house trying to avoid the place where I perceive the threat but instead of avoiding it, I walk right smack into them. It turns out the people I was avoiding and perceived as a threat were old family members from generations back, WAY back. One of them I feel is my friend Quetta who died from AIDS when I was young. I am so surprised and shocked to see him although i can’t see his face clearly, I feel it is him. What is he doing here? I would never have expected to see him here. The Dream ends abruptly, and I wake up.
~~~~~ Dream ends there.
Interestingly, when I was recoding the dream on my voice memos app on my iphone I came to the end of the dream and was musing over the person I felt was Quetta. It was a strong feeling, but I wasn’t 100% sure. The dream ended so abruptly. It didn’t give me any time to spend with him to better know the moment better. When I finished recording the dream and put my phone down, I must have hit something accidentally on my phone and it kicked open my music app with the song, “FLESH FOR FANTASY” by Billy Idol. I’ve not heard this song in ages. This song was Quetta’s absolute favorite song. We used to sit in the park after school and crank up the volume on this song on his car stereo.
Billy Idol – Flesh For Fantasy
A picture of me and my best friend Quetta (Elmer) and my phone when I finished recording the dream. Some things are a bit more than coincidence and there was more this day had to demonstrate of its magic, but I’ll journal that later.
In last night’s dream I am confronted with a yellow spider with a big belly. It shoots water from its abdomen instead of silk. There is an infestation of these spiders at Joe’s house. I am worried he might bring his infestation to my house. I’m aware the infestation can quickly spread. He holds the spider with its belly pointing at me and squeezes it forcing it the spider to spray water in my direction. The spray is so profound it soaks me completely. I want him to kill the spider to stop its spread, so it won’t infect my house. After infection it causes humans to become like the spider whereby the humans infected by it also spray water from any all orifices.
I need to travel by train to NYC. I can’t remember how exactly to get there or how to buy a metro pass. I remember going there once when I stayed at a friend’s house. I am worried I may not be able to find my way around and I’m thinking I should turn around and go back to DC. I look up at the sky above the train platform and see a sky filled with stars and objects I do not recognize. The sky looks quite beautiful. There is a kiosk on the platform with slips of paper I believe it dispenses directions or fares for the train. It dispenses a ticket for me with the number 3075 on it. I’m not sure what you are supposed to do with it. I scramble to scan it with my phone, but my time expires and the display clears. It then dispenses several more tickets with musical notes on them. Each time thereafter it all the tickets dispenses are simply musical notes.
I go to a girls house a friend of mine who lives with several women. They have so many cosmetics I can barely walk through her living room. One of her roommates is moving out. She is the main renter but she herself does not have any furniture so when her roommate leaves, the house is left empty with just a few things simple items. She offers me to spend the night. The bathroom has a nature room in it that serves as a window. I feel the window could be a perfect place to have an aviary. I decide not to spend the night with her since she really has no furniture on which to sleep on. I tell him not to worry I now remember where I live. It this moment her other roommates arrive. She apparently has many roommates. Her friends are beautiful young vibrant women.
In tonight’s dream. I’ve misplaced my laptop, and I am apparently attending school where there is a paper due soon. I had it all planned out before but now I cannot even remember what I was going to write my paper about. I apparently have some quality time scheduled to spend with my instructor. She follows me around the school library. I feel I’m at square one with trying to complete my school paper. To complicate things further, I don’t even know how reference books are stored here. Is there a card catalog? For my paper, I want something with a song. I want it to be related to a dream. Since I don’t have my laptop with a recorded dream, I decide to do my paper on the topic of FORM AND FUNCTION.
The teacher waits for me to prepare myself and gather what is needed for the paper. I signal to her that I am ready now to sit down with her. She turns and I follow. I notice her hair is short dark and looks exactly like the back of Oliver’s head.
~~~~ DREAM ENDS HERE
Form and function in science refer to the direct relationship between the structure of a thing and the way it functions. Bears have sharp, curved claws that help them catch fish. Walruses have the blubber they need to keep them warm. Giraffes have long necks that help them reach leaves on tall trees.
Dream is about the 4 distinct groups of bison or buffalo. I see them paused in time. I can see them through a window or door. A man has a large camera much like the ones used in movie production, but it is still small enough to carry around about the size of a briefcase. The camera has a small mirror inside it that refracts the light. I study the camera carefully. There is something about the way it refracts light that pauses time. I want to figure it out and understand how it is done.
There is a sliding door much like a boxcar on a freight train. I open the door to look outside. I feel it may reveal a clue on where I am. I close it and immediately start flying. I am looking for Oliver. I feel I am gliding through a long hallway. I can see a shadow of someone in front of me and one behind me. I then see Oliver through the window. He is outside with the Bison and Buffalo. He appears to be helping me solve the riddle. Unlike the bison he is not frozen in time. He tells me there is nothing to worry about don’t be afraid because the buffalo are wooden. He proceeds to show me how their legs are made of wood.
There is a woman who is illuminated by a deep crimson red light. She is speaking to me in sign language. I study the motion of her hands to discern what she might be trying to tell me. She is also speaking with her mouth, but I can’t hear her. Her hand signs I watch closely but I am unable to recognize anything I recognize. I worry I am not understanding her. She seems to be reassuring me I understand. I am determined to figure out all these mysteries. I believe they wouldn’t be happening to me if they were not meant to be understood.
In last night’s dream, I am trying to flee someone who is pursuing me. It somehow feels like an exercise as if this is part of a training program. I am usually very good at moving with great speed in my dreams and have the ability to soar to great heights. However at times, I struggle to muster up these dream abilities. Tonight was one of them. I am fleeing from my pursuer. My power to flee comes in bursts of energy but each time, I am unable to fully evade my pursuer. I am tired and just want to sleep. I wish they would leave me alone. This goes on for what seems like an endless array of attempts. At one point, my mentor places the palm of his hand on my forehead and asks me to try again. The feeling of his palm on my forehead fills me with a great sense of love, hope and warmth. A part of me feels like giving up already and to simply confront whatever is pursuing me. I give it one more attempt and with great power and speed we are thrusted off as if I just pushed off the edge of a pool on my back with my legs pushing me away from my pursuer. I still am unable to get very far from my pursuer. When my body stops moving, I stand there resolved to figure this out. A light suddenly shines from within me bright red. I instantly recall, I have the ability to summon light from within me. I have a rainbow of colors to call forth. This is how I will respond.
~~ The dream ends there.
Something unbelievably strange happened to me this morning and I will share it along with this dream as I somehow feel they relate to each other. We have a block party on my street every year around the end of October or first week of November depending on the weather forecast. At night, the neighbors sit in the middle of the street around a several firepits listening to music and telling stories. It’s a great opportunity to connect with neighbors. Each year I burn sage in the firepits that I grow in my garden. I do it to protect the neighborhood. I offer up blessings as I sit there meditating on flames.
Yesterday was the day I made my sage clippings. To dry them, I roll them up in a magazine and leave them outside in the sun to dry. This year, I didn’t have a magazine, so I used some pink construction paper off a large roll I have. Its the type of roll you buy to protect your floors during painting projects. I cut two long 12 in strips and placed the sage clipping in them. I made two rolls and secured them together with a rubber band. I placed the two rolls rubber banded tightly together on the hood of my car in my backyard. I figured it could serve to bless and protect my car and the hood provided extra warmth for them to dry exposed to direct sunlight.
The next morning therefore this morning when I drove my son to school, I completely forgot to take the rolled-up sage off the hood of my car. We pulled out and drove off. Today is Thursday. Trash pickup is Wednesday. As I drove through the alley, I remarked on the sloppy job the trash collectors did. There was trash laying around on the ground in several places. I rounded the corner in the alley, and I could see 40 feet or so in front of me (near the 15 mile /hour speed marker) pink construction paper. I recognized it as being similar to my pink construction paper but why would my trash end up way over here. I assumed maybe someone just happened to have paper like mine.
I continued and drove Oliver to school to drop him off. Upon returning to my house as I pulled in the alley and got off my car to open my gate, I saw another piece of pink construction paper in the near distance before you round the corner and not quite as far as the original piece of paper I saw earlier. At that point, it was obvious to me what had happened. I forgot to remove the sage from the hood of my car. I parked my car and immediately walked the 40 or so feet up to retrieve my sage. One of the rolled sages was scattered on the ground along with the paper. Wanting to retrieve all my sage which I needed for the firepit, I continued walking to examine the other piece of pink construction paper I had seen. It was undeniably mine and in fact contained my sage. (This picture is from the point at which I noticed the pink construction paper in the distance near the speed limit sign.)
So, the mystery is how is it possible for me to see my sage on the ground no less than 40 feet in front of me if my car had not yet arrived at that position? Simply impossible. Someone would have had to have come into my yard picked up the rolled sage off the hood of my car and distributed in two places in the alley. This would be extremely unlikely a near impossibility. So, what came first, the sage or my car?
Has something like this ever happened to me before??? Well … you wouldn’t believe it but YES. I’ve told this story to family and friends before but have never written about it. It is one of those things I simply cannot explain how it happened. The event occurred in this same alley behind my house. It was the day after I had moved into my house. My old landlord had lent me his station wagon to move some final items from my old house to the new one. My mother was with me in the car. We pulled up in the alley and paused the car right in back of my house. I was just going to quickly drop off the items entering through the back door. For a moment, I sat there sitting in the car talking to my mother when all of the sudden a car came racing through the alley. It was being pursued by the police. The alley only has room for one car with a small amount of space on either side to barely open your car door. The speeding car came racing through the alley and turned and came barreling at us head on. Miraculously it went “around us” where there is physically no room to accommodate a second car. The car sped past us or possibly through us causing only damage to the cars side view mirror on the driver’s side. There was not even a scratch on the car. The police that came in pursuit of the speeding car saw us parked there and instead of coming at us turned and went in the other direction. They alley in back of my house has a Y configuration.
My yard is the one with the indented fence line. My car is stopped behind my neighbor’s yard. This is generally where I stop to make my turn into my yard. I also did not have a fence at the time of the incident however both my neighbors did and are the same one currently there. No damage was done to either of my neighbor’s fences. One of my neighbors also has a tree box that butts up against the alley. A car attempting to go around my car would have to have turned into and out of my yard within the 20 feet that is my property line and still manage to go past me.
Time seems to be out of order. What happened first? I cannot help but wonder, did the sage I dropped today protect me and my mom from a head on collision 25 years ago? If we had not paused to sit in the car for a minute to talk, would we have been run over? Did I die that day and am I living in an alternate reality? Is retro causality possible?
In last night’s dream, I am presented with a new mobile device. It has thick edges to frame the viewing screen much like the original IPad 2 I had given my mother years back except this one is rather thin and made to fit in the palm of your hand which I estimate to be around the width of a typical TV remote control. I observe its new functionality and am struck by the fact that it is able to display any page request. It seems to scale automatically by visually tricking the eyes. I’m told the secret is done by not having the lines perfectly line up like the lines on graph paper. I study the display of the device and watch the lines dynamically grow expanding the screen size to accommodate my needs. No matter what I summon up for it to present it builds the graph paper on which to display it. I stress it by giving it complex requests and yet ever time it delivers. I am wondering if this feature is included in the new model I recently ordered. I also wonder if it will stand up to the test of time.
In last night’s dream, I am at my old place of employment. I recall the layout of the floorplans and the various wings of the building. It’s as if I have returned after being away for a long time. There are several entry points into the building. The entry we are standing in front of is not the one I generally used to use. There is a guard standing out front. He assumes I am planning on entering through this door. In my mind I don’t believe I would have clearance to pass now. I am with someone. As if he knows what I’m thinking he looks down at my wrists and says to me, “Your security wrist band is valid.” He then motions me to enter. I’m not sure if my friend who is with me has been cleared. He seems to want to go through the door we are most familiar with. I concede to his desire and signal to the guard that I will attempt entry through the side entrance.
When I woke up, I felt really good knowing I still have my special access privileges. Not sure what it gets me, but it just felt so good.
Last night I had a very interesting dream. In the dream, I am looking for a place to eat maybe a pub to hang out, eat and maybe unwind. I pass by a restaurant and look in through the glass door. In one of the booths, I recognize two men as former coworkers. I hesitate a minute not really wanting to enter because I would feel obligated to visit with them. I pause to contemplate whether to enter and attempt to avoid them. The moment seems to take a long time as if my thought process is happening in slow motion. As my awareness returns to my hands which are waiting on my decision to open the door or turn away. I decide to turn away.
I instead find a small private room. Upon entering I realize there are two people already in there. I feel as though it didn’t really matter which door I opened I was destined to be required to interact with people. I can see the two people laying there talking. I am also greeted by the bartender who floats over to me on a plane of existence above where the two individuals are sitting. It is as if the man is a greeter. I notice everyone has the same face. I dismiss the bartender and simple tell him I’m fine. Inorder to ingnore the bartender I move my attention toward the two people I’m also trying to avoid. I’m forced to sit with them for a while to pretend I am busy now engaging with them. Again I become very much aware that everyone has the same face. The two men are in a romantic embrace or one that is very intimate. The man on the right exposes his chest. It is a milky white and very delicate. He then shows me his stomach. In his stomach is a cuckoo clock with the little levers and doors. I recognize the cuckoo clock as the one my grandmother used to have. I’ve seen this before. The man then shows me the lower half of his body. He is almost laying down. His lower body is that of a fish much like a merman. His skin color reminds me of a beluga whale.
I feel interested in what I’m experiencing but also feel off point needing to return to my focus of being by myself and unencumbered. I excuse myself indicating that this would take to long for me to entertain at the moment. I’m starting to feel the need to go pee. As turn to leave I walk out into what now looks like the back yard. The yard is filled with new soil. It smells so good. The soil is so deep I can not see over the walls of the yard. I need to find my way to the bathroom. At this point I realize I need to get up out of bed to go pee but a part of me wants to stay in bed and resist the urge. My consciousness then moves beyond the walls of the yard where it feels like I have paused the dream. All I can see is a Merkaba. I’ve never seen one before. The lines are interesting. I study them and follow the lines of the shapes. It feels like I am witnessing a shape that does not conform to the normal dimensions I’m aware of. I’m so captivated by the shape and the fact that the dream is paused and I need to pee. Eventually the need to pee was no longer something I could differ.
So last night I had an amazing dream. It was about 3am when I began to feel the need to pee. I resisted getting up wanting nothing else than to stay comfy in my bed. I noticed someone coming toward me except the person was in a pool of water swimming towards me. I have a sense they are targeting surfacing where I stand. I notice the person’s hair which is all I can see of their face. It reminds me of Oliver’s hair which in turn reminds me of my mother’s hair. The urge to pee is forcing me to get up. As I sit up in bed, the person alters their trajectory as my position has shifted. They are definitely targeting me. Now sitting up in bed I can see them fast approaching between my feet. I immediately stand up to avoid the collision and get out of their way.
I walk to the bathroom and do my business. Upon returning to bed, I immediately return to the dream. I am among a group of people. They feel like aliens to me. They seem to have a purpose which they are carrying out. They are manipulating the eithers. Normally I might be afraid, but I am not having it today. I refuse to be swept away by their will to carry me off somewhere. I’m determined to stand firm in my awareness of what they are doing. I have my own faculties and power to stand on my own in my own desired space of my choosing.
The eithers change as wave upon wave of energy envelopes us. I now see there is a glass wall that has been created separating me from them. They are seated on the other side in an office space that looks somewhat like an auditorium or small theater. They talk among themselves. I am still determined to hold my own space. I decide I am going to ignore this glass partition that separate me from them and demonstrate to them I am unafraid and enter their space. I simply walk through the wall. Transiting the wall, I notice there are two barriers of shimmering strands of rainbow light.
I emerge on the other side and am now able to see from their vantage point. I can now hear their conversation. They are discussing the wealth they had accumulated is somehow sufficient and they turn to observe a church on a hill in front of them. The church is absolutely beautiful and has white opal stones adorning the tower. I am given a bowl which is made of the same white opal stone. I tilt the bowl in every direction enamored by the way the light reflects in the bowl. The more I rotate and tilt the bowl the more the images are produced. I suddenly realize the images in the bowl are scenes from my mother’s life. It is an anthem commemorating my mom’s life. I then look up at the church to better understand where I am standing and what is going on. My attention is drawn to the top of the tower where the name of the church is present. The name is Otilia.
I wonder if my bother Paz is aware of the bowl and its significance. I believe this is something he may have overlooked. I stare at the bowl unable to take my eyes off it. I am mesmerized by the beautiful color and many images presented to me within the bowl.