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I’ve been trying to get off of my anti-depressants because I haven’t felt that they are working for me anymore because I’m always depressed.  I began by discontinuing my Prozac and Seroquil and I tried to stop taking my Remeron but couldn’t because I simply couldn’t sleep without it.  During my last trip to visit my family I continued the Remeron while stopping the others and figured I’d work on discontinuing the Remeron once I returned to DC from LA.  The day of our departure back to DC I had a 6am flight.  In order to have enough time to return the car rental and get to the airport on time I had to wake up at 2:30 in the morning. I had had very little sleep.  I thought upon arriving to DC this would be a great opportunity to stop the Remeron because I thought with my body being so tired it would naturally fall asleep with ease.  For the next few nights I did just that and for the most part it worked.  I was Remeron free although my sleep was less than perfect very broken causing me to awaken every few hours but nevertheless I was dreaming so I felt good.  I even had a visitation from a grey bearded gentleman one morning when I awoke I found him standing beside my bed.  He never said a word but simply looked at me and smiled.  I smiled and waved at him and closed my eyes and hoped for sleep.

 

I thought I had licked the Remeron and was on my way to recovery when the migranes started.  This night I took two Excedrin before bed.  The pain was tremendous but I was determined not to fall back on the Remeron.  My sleep was the worst it had been all week but my dreams on the otherhand were incredibly vivid. I was dreaming while awake.  This night I remained 100% lucid for the entire night because I was so close to the surface of conscious awakening.  

 

I journeyed to some of the most incredible places I have ever seen walking through tunnels with lights that pulsated through them.  At one point I wanted to determine where the beautiful lights were originating from that were pulsating through the tunnels.  I discovered these powerful lights in the depths of darkness were emanating from my spirit.  As I moved the lights moved with me.  I was a beacon of light.  The light essence formed walkways before me that had not existed before upon which I could traverse.  Along the walkways appeared heavily wooded cottages with small gardens that were simply beautiful for as far as my eyes could see.  As I moved through the walkway with a clear line of site before me I noticed the cottages at the end of my line of sight moved with every movement I made.  I was amazed.  They are not only absolutely beautiful but they also respond to my beckoning.  As I walk along the winding road I am amazed that the light from my spirit is so bright going forth and illuminating all the gardens.  At one point I pause stopping for a moment then take a few steps backward to see if the light is still responding to my movements, which it is. 

 

After enjoying the gardens I know it is time for me to wake up.  A woman appears to escort me out of the garden and bid me farewell.  She tells me “What you take with you, you may name or you may keep its name and wait 10 yrs.”   

 

With that I awoke in total amazement from within a very light sleep.

I had a dream where I live on an estate that is located along a golf course.  Many of the homes in these estates have natural hot springs.  My home is one of those with a natural spring.  My sister is visiting me.  In a moment of clarity, I pause to reflex on the ostentatious homes and how unnatural that is to who I am. 

 

My sister and I are planning to spend the day soaking in the hot spring but first we stop in to look through the gift shop situated on the golf course.  Wondering through the gift store, I notice there are many display cases with crystal images of the Egyptian god Sekhmet.  I am captivated by these images.  Sekhmet is the only god honored by the golf course.  I want to know why the golf course has chosen to specifically honor this god and not any other.  Most of the crystal images are large and very expensive. 

 

As I examine the images I notice all of the larger expensive ones contain a fluid within them.  They all seem to serve as decanters for an essence or perfume.  There is also a small solid crystal image that catches my eye.  I am drawn to this smaller one because it is solid whereas the others I regard as inferior because they have hollowed out insides which hold their essence.  This small image of Sekmet is prices at $40.  I buy it setting it on the counter to wait for Grace to finish her shopping.  Grace is looking at some Indian moccasins. 

 

There is a woman in the shop talking to the salesperson about the homes in this area.  She makes a comment regarding the minimum amenities afforded each of the homes.  These are luxury homes, she says.

 

We have spent our whole day in the gift shop and the store is now closing.  I return to the counter where I had set my purchase down and no longer see my item sitting on the counter.  All the display cases are now empty.  The salesperson rummages through some items behind the counter looking for my purchase.  She asks me if it is the large one to which I nod my head to disagree.  She finally finds it and brings it back out on the counter where I examine it a second time.  This time I notice this small version is also a decanter which holds a highly concentrated essence.  I suddenly realize the price is in proportion to the amount of essence which the decanters contain and does not reflect the value of the decanter. 

Last night I had several false awakenings repeatedly one after the other.  I had a dream where I was in communication with a being from another dimension.  As we are talking it occurs to me that I am dreaming or in an altered state of consciousness.  Knowing these being are able to step through and cross over into other dimensions I grab him by the arm and proceed to wake myself up, to get up out of bed to bring him over to my roommate to prove that aliens exist.  I struggle to wake myself up while holding him tightly by the arm; each attempt triggers a false awakening. 

 

In the first false awakening, I get up out of bed with him at my side.  We walk down the hallway hand in hand to my roommate’s bedroom and realize my roommate did not come home this night and is not in his bed.  That realization places me back in the dream where I realize I am in a false awakening and my body is still lying in bed.  Again I explain to him what I am trying to do.  I feel the physical presence of his arm to make sure I have a good grip on him.  I can feel the fingers of his hand as being different than those of a human being.  He graciously agrees to try again and come with me.

 

On the second false awakening, I get up out of bed clearly checking to make sure I am really out of bed.  Taurus is at my side.  We are holding hands.  We walk down the hallway and before we can get to the end of the hallway to my roommate’s bedroom it occurs to me that he is right.  My roommate did not come home last night otherwise I would have heard the house alarm go off in the middle of the night. 

 

This awareness places me back in the dream realizing that I am having another false awakening.  Taurus, my alien friend is still at my side.  I tell him we should try one more time but this time I will gently pull him forward with my other hand on his back bringing him toward me as we roll out of bed.  Once again he agrees.  I then place my other hand on his back side feeling the details of his scaly body and his well defined spin.  I am amazed that I am able to feel his physical presence in this altered state of awareness.  Struggling through sleep paralysis, we proceed to get up out of bed.

 

I wake up sitting up in bed.  In my hand I have the physical presence of an invisible being.  I cannot see him with my physical eyes yet I can feel his physical presence in my hand.  There is something firm, solid and invisible in my hand.  As I sit up in bed I am wondering if I am really awake.  I then remember that there is no point in walking down the hallway because my roommate did not come home last night.  There is no one in the house to witness for me the presence of aliens.  Slowly the sensation of his arm in my hand slips and fades as he returns to his dimension and I remain in mine.   

Mithraism was an initiatory order, passed from initiate to initiate, like the Eleusinian Mysteries. It was not based on a body of scripture, and hence very little written documentary evidence survives. Soldiers and the lower nobility appeared to be the most plentiful followers of Mithraism.

In every Mithraic temple, the place of honor was occupied by a tauroctony, a representation of Mithras killing a sacred bull which was associated with spring. Mithras is depicted as an energetic young man, wearing a Phrygian cap, a short tunic that flares at the hem, pants and a cloak which furls out behind him. Mithras grasps the bull so as to force it into submission, with his knee on its back and one hand forcing back its head while he stabs it in the neck with a short sword. The figure of Mithras is usually shown at a diagonal angle and with the face turned forward. The representations occur as both reliefs, and as three-dimensional sculpture; however the three dimensional images have a strongly frontal aspect.
A serpent and a dog seem to drink from the bull’s open wound which is sometimes depicted as spilling grain rather than blood, and a scorpion (usually interpreted as a sign for autumn) attacks the bull’s testicles, sapping the bull’s strength. Sometimes, a raven or crow is also present, and sometimes also a goblet and small lion. Cautes and Cautopates, the celestial twins of light and darkness, are torch-bearers, standing on either side with their legs crossed, Cautes with his brand pointing up and Cautopates with his turned down. Above Mithras, the symbols for Sol and Luna are present in the starry night sky.

 

Last night I had a lucid dream within the first hour of having fallen asleep. I know this because when the dream was over I immediately got up to go to the bathroom and noted the time that had passed since I had layed my head down to meditate.  

 

In the dream, I am in an open field where all the stars are visible in the night sky. Looking up at the heavens, I want to know whether aliens exist, beings from another dimension, and if they do I want to communicate with them.  A twinkling of lights appear in the sky and I know it is a response to my question.  Space ships appear and hover over the night sky. A voice is heard in the heavens, “Aliens do exist.”  With that a black life preserver falls out of the heavens and into my hands. 

 

Knowing this is my chance to cross over into their world.  I slip the life preserver around my waist.  As my body enters the ring I can see a slice of the Flower of Life in 3 deminsional space.  A being appears to greet me. He is in a form that is pleasing to my awareness.  Knowing this, I tell him I want to see his true form.  His form changes to that of a reptilian being that reminded me of the Egyptian god Sekhmet.   Knowing the truth, I look deep into his eyes and ask myself, “Could I love you?”  My entire being fills with love and I know in my heart that I could love an alien as I love my own family.  My arms reach out to embrace him.  I can feel his upper arms which have a soft rubber feel to them.  He turns to depart back into his world. 

 

Wanting to experience his world fully I follow him stepping through the metrix that is his dimension.  As I step through, I appear on board his space ship.  The interior of the ship has a pale blue grey color to it.  There are 3 beings that I can see aboard the ship.  I notice there is almost no instrumentations.  The metrix from which I entered closes behind me.  He shows me around his vessel answering all my questions concerning interdimensional travel. He tells me the point at which I enter is the point at which I return so it is impossible for me to get lost.

 

Everything is so vivid and real I wonder if I have permanently left my world.  Seeing the others I commit their faces to memory so that if I ever encounter them again I will remember them.  How could I ever forget such an experience?   With that thought I am instantly returned to my bed.  

 Throwable PFDs are often called “life savers”, “life preservers” or “lifebelts” or Lifebuoy (although the terms “life savers” and “life preservers” can also refer to lifejackets/vests). 
Throwable PFDs are deployed from a vessel or land into nearby water, to give the recipient buoyancy. They are often provided on ships, docks and other water-edges in case a person falls in the water. Throwable PFDs are usually ring-shaped (toroidal or torus). Such a shape is easy to throw to a distressed person, can be grasped by a hand or hooked arm even in turbulent conditions, and is much easier to put on in the water than a lifevest. A new form of throwable PFD, known as a “guidable life preserver,” or “hydrofoil-powered life preserver”, is starting to gain widespread acceptance and use, particularly in the field of swiftwater rescue. Guidable life preservers are typically capable of greater distances and accuracy than traditional throwable life preservers, and in some cases can also be used to transport rescue workers across the water. One example of this new form of life preserver is the following shore-based swiftwater rescue system. Certain airplane seat cushions may be used as flotation devices. They typically include two straps on the back to be held onto in the event of an unsuccessful ditching on a body of water. They are designed to be used as personal flotation devices on non-overwater aircraft that are not required to be stocked with a supply of life vests. (Commercial aircraft are also equipped with multiple inflatable “escape slide – raft” devices, just as ships are equipped with inflatable life rafts and other floating survival platforms additional to rigid lifeboats.) 

 

In geometry, a torus (pl. tori) is a surface of revolution generated by revolving a circle in three dimensional space about an axis coplanar with the circle, which does not touch the circle. Examples of tori include the surfaces of doughnuts and inner tubes. The solid contained by the surface is known as a toroid. A circle rotated about a chord of the circle is called a torus in some contexts, but this is not a common usage in mathematics. The shape produced when a circle is rotated about a chord resembles a round cushion. Torus was the Latin word for a cushion of this shape

Taurus is the second astrological sign in the Zodiac, originating from the constellation of Taurus. In western astrology, this sign is no longer aligned with the constellation as a result of the precession of the equinoxes. In astrology, Taurus is considered a “feminine”, negative sign. It is also considered an earth sign and is one of four fixed signs.[3] Taurus is ruled by the planet Venus (which also rules Libra). Being the second sign of the zodiac, Taurus has been associated with the astrological second house. The glyph is also the alchemical symbol for rocksalt.[4]

Individuals born when the Sun was in this sign are considered Taurus individuals. Under the tropical zodiac, the Sun is in Taurus roughly from April 20 to May 20.[1] Under the sidereal zodiac, it is currently there roughly from May 15 to June 15.[5] People born on these juncture dates should have an astrological chart drawn to determine which sign the sun was in at the exact time of their birth.

Taurus is one of the constellations of the zodiac. It sits large and prominent in the Northern Hemisphere winter sky, between Aries to the west and Gemini to the east; to the north lie Perseus and Auriga, to the southeast Orion, and to the southwest Eridanus and Cetus.

In the west of the constellation lie the Pleiades, one of the best known open clusters, easily visible to the eye.  The Pleiades also known as M45, the Seven Sisters, Seven Stars, is an open cluster in the constellation of Taurus. It is among the nearest star clusters, and is probably the best known, and is certainly the most obvious to the naked eye.

Last night I had a dream where I am at an IASD Conference. I am upset because I have temporary residence within the organization.  Little do I know that during the interim sessions all the members who hold residency status must vacate their quarters and return home for a period of time. Then return a new.  All my possessions are being displaced.  I should have known this but I guess I just did not pay attention to the details.  They have already come through and dismantled most of my living quarters.  I demand to see the President but my request is ignored.  

 

Now I lay and wait for the dark night when we all must return home.  My friend Ed and I are sitting around waiting.  He rode his bicycle to the conference and is planning the trip home in the same way.  The distance he must cover is at least 12 hours by car.  It is also the dead of winter with little if any daylight.  The sun never rises during this period.  He plans to head south on his bike by way of Boston.  We are laying in bed watching television just waiting for the right moment.  We are cuddled up with each other to help keep each other warm.  All of the others have long since left.  He then gets up and begins applying tar all over his body as a form of insulation for the long ride home.  He is covered from head to toe in black tar.  He  reminds me of a black crow.  I know my time has come, it is time to ready myself to make the same journey back home. 

 

Dark Night of the Soul (Spanish: La noche oscura del alma) is a treatise written by Spanish poet and Roman Catholic mystic Saint John of the Cross. It has become an expression used to describe a phase in a person’s spiritual life, a metaphor for a certain loneliness and desolation. It is referenced by spiritual traditions throughout the world.

The phrase “dark night of the soul” emerged from the writings of Saint John of the Cross, a Carmelite priest in the 16th century. Dark Night of the Soul, the name of a poem and its theological commentary, are among the Carmelite priest’s most well-known writings. The texts tell of the saint’s mystical development and the stages he is subjected to on his journey towards union with God.

The Dark Night of the Soul is divided into two books that reflect the two phases of the dark night. The first is a purification of the senses. The second and more intense of the two stages is that of the spirit, which is the less common of the two. Dark Night of the Soul further describes the ten steps on the ladder of mystical love, previously described by Saint Thomas Aquinas and in part by Aristotle, referred to by medieval Catholic theologians as the Philosopher, for he established justification for the existence of one true God and thus refuted his master, Plato. The text was written while John of the Cross was imprisoned by his Carmelite brothers, who opposed his reformations to the Order.

Saint Thérèse of Lisieux, a 19th-century French Carmelite, underwent similar experience. Centering on doubts about the afterlife, she reportedly told her fellow nuns, “If you only knew what darkness I am plunged into.”

While this crisis is assured to be temporary in nature, it may be extended. The “dark night” of Saint Paul of the Cross in the 18th century lasted 45 years, from which he ultimately recovered. Mother Teresa of Calcutta, according to letters released in 2007, “may be the most extensive such case on record”, lasting from 1948 almost up until her death in 1997, with only brief interludes of relief between. Franciscan Friar Father Benedict Groeschel, a friend of Mother Teresa for a large part of her life, claims that “the darkness left” towards the end of her life.

The “dark night” might clinically or secularly be described as the letting go of one’s ego as it holds back the psyche, thus making room for some form of transformation, perhaps in one’s way of defining oneself or one’s relationship to God. This interim period can be frightening, hence the perceived “darkness.”

Tar is a viscous black liquid derived from the destructive distillation of organic matter. Most tar is produced from coal as a byproduct of coke production, but it can also be produced from petroleum, peat or wood.Tar is used in treatment of the skin disease psoriasis, where coal tar is the most effective. Tar is also a general disinfectant. Petroleum tar was also used in ancient Egyptian mummification circa 1000 BC.

Crows, and especially ravens, often feature in European legends or mythology as portents or harbingers of doom or death, because of their dark plumage, unnerving calls, and tendency to eat carrion. They are commonly thought to circle above scenes of death such as battles.

In the Epic of Gilgamesh, the Chaldean myth, the character Utnapishtim releases a dove and a raven to find land, however, the dove merely circles and returns. Only then does Utnapishtim send forth the raven, who does not return. Utnapishtim extrapolates from this that the raven has found land, which is why it hasn’t returned. This would seem to indicate some acknowledgement of crow intelligence, which may have been apparent even in ancient times, and to some might imply that the higher intelligence of crows, when compared to other birds, is striking enough that it was known even then.

Amongst Wiccans, crows are often thought to be highly psychic and are associated with the element of ether or spirit, rather than the element of air as with most other birds. This may in part be due to the long-standing occult tradition of associating the color black with “the abyss” of infinite knowledge (see akasha), or perhaps also to the more modern occult belief that wearing the “color” black aids in psychic ability, as it absorbs more electromagnetic energy, since surfaces appear black by absorbing all frequencies in the visible spectrum, reflecting no color.

Last night as I was meditating something very contentious began to happen.  My consciousness seemed to split in two.  My observer half sat back and watched the vision as my active self engaged in the conflict.  I was in a deep trance when this happened.  I observed myself get into an argument with someone else.  The matter was extremely intense.  It was a matter known to me at a very deep level yet I had no conscious awareness of it.  I was amazed how that other part of me handled the situation.  It was intense.  As the violence escalated, I suddenly felt a rush of energy flow though as if the Calvary had been called in.  Someone ran past me brushing up against me as I heard myself scream out loud as I opened my eyes to see who it was. “YOU F**KEN BITCH” 

 

There was no one present in the room.  Wow where did that come from?  I couldn’t believe I had just said that involuntarily from within a deep meditative state.  I wasn’t even asleep or dreaming.  I then immediately forgot the entire issue.  The memory of it all gone and I watched it slip away.  I immediately closed my eyes again to see I could return.  Through my third eye with eyes closed I could see the woman standing in my room.  Who is she and what was that all about?  She gave me a stern look and disappeared. 

 

I closed my eyes and fell asleep.  I then had a dream where I take a trip to San Juan Capistrano located on Santa Catalina Island. (I am aware that San Juan is not on Catalina Island in real life.).  I am traveling with this girl I know. I am curious about everything here wishing to experience it all.  Unfortunately, we are on a time constraint therefore we only have a small amount of time to get something to eat and see a few sites before we need to return to Jaffa Gate to board the bus to in time to return to the mainland. 

 

I am not happy with the food selection here which is hot dogs and chili beans.  I have a friend who lives on the island who I’d like to visit.  I am not paying attention to my girl friend and I proceed to go my own way veering off the prescribed path.  I walk by my friend’s house but no one is home. All the windows are closed.  Unknown to me, the sun doesn’t set here so I am thrown off by my reference to the sun.  Before I know it, it is time to board the bus and I still have not found a place to eat.  I am far from Jaffa Gate where we are to reunite and re-board the bus.  I try calling my friend on my cell phone for help but I can’t remember her number.  Everything is working against me here.  The time is now.  There is no way I can possibly be there now when I am here stranded.  With the confusion I am now lost unable to find my way back without retracing my steps.

 

I finally remember the phone number and the call goes through.  My friend answers and is angry that I missed the bus.  Somehow in denial, I ask her if the bus really left without me. She replies, “Yes of course it did, everyone gathered to see you off including your mother and sisters and you did not show.”  Now I’m angry, “Why was the information kept from me?”  Why would anyone hide information about my family from me?  If I had known they were going to be present, I might have made a different choice. 

Last night I went out with my roommate to the Bear Happy Hour to socialize with friends.  We had a good time talking to people and meeting new people.  The bears are a subculture within the gay community of ultra masculine hairy men, typically with facial hair, either a beard of a goatee and usually a hairy chest.  Some also tend to be rather girth full chubbies or chubby chasers.  I like them because I have an affinity toward furry men. They are probably the friendliest among the gay culture having few issues with self image.  They are simply big, happy, and friendly. 

 

Toward 10:30pm as the crowd began to thin I sat there waiting for my roommate to wrap up a conversation with a guy he had just met.  I was thankful that I know people to talk to.  I was thinking how at times it could be very difficult to get to know people.  I remembered back at times in my life when I was less social and hung out in the corners by myself desperately wishing for someone to talk to.  I stood there leaning against a wall by myself pondering my loneliness, when a young out of place girl came into the bar.  She looked around somewhat lost.  I observed her as I stood there thinking.  To my surprise she came up to me and asked in a high pitched squeaky voice as if she had read my mind, “How does someone talk to anyone in a bar like this?”  Knowing how she felt, I began a conversation with her. 

 

She was visiting DC from Toronto working on a research project.  She was a historian.  She made a comment noting the only other women in the bar 3 of them who sat on a sofa across from where we were standing.  She said they were obviously straight women as if to tell me those women were the only ones who didn’t fit in.  I told her it was about the hour when the patronage shifts from the bears to their normal late evening clientele. I asked if she was a lesbian to which she responded kinda sorta…she said she was a trans.  Come to think about it she looked very androgynous to me at a height of about 4’9” with no visible breasts yet she held his chest out proudly.  She had short spiked bleached blond hair and beautiful big blue eyes. I asked him who she identified with.  Again to my surprise he said confidently that she identified with gay leather men and bikers.  “But they are hard core”, I thought to myself.  “How did she fit in?”  She told me how much she loved the leather culture.  She had even done a research project to find out how leather was first introduced into the gay culture.  She proceeded to tell me all about her research project with an innocence in her voice and demeanor that was so inspiring.  He was proud of who she was.  He said she had a girlfriend and they loved to shop for leather gear.  He said that because they were both so small framed that they both had to have their cloths custom made to fit.  He told me about a leather corset she purchased for her girlfriend that had pink ribbon on the back to tie it with.

 

She said I could be a natural fit in the leather community.  She asked if I had ever been to the Eagle.  The Eagle is an “institution” in the gay community with bars in most major cities.  They cater to the leather Levi and bear communities.   I told her it so happened the Eagle was a big part of my life in my early years but I had moved away from the community having grown tired of the costumes and free love.

 

I reflected inwardly on how all that has defined who I am.  I was enjoying her conversation so much I thought of inviting her to dinner or to accompany us to our next stop where we were headed to meet other friends but before I could invite her she said she had to go.  I asked her if she could tell me her name again.  He said my name is Angela.  “Can I give you a hug, Angela?” I said.  I gave her a hug feeling so grateful to have had the pleasure to be refreshed by her presence. 

 

My roommate, having a change in plans, decided to go grab a bit to eat with the guy he had just met so I proceeded to go by myself to another club where I had agreed to meet another friend.  While waiting at Omega, I continued thinking about my love life and how hard it has been to find someone with whom I can connect with intimately.   It just seems I’ve run out of places to meet people.  After waiting for my friend for about a half hour I decided he probably wasn’t going to show up.  He had expressed some doubt over the phone earlier. 

 

Angela was still on my mind as if she was still in my presence.  Her impression on me was so powerful.  I thought….could Angela be an Angel.  I hadn’t been to the Eagle in ages because I just didn’t identify with the people there anymore, but something about what Angela said stuck with me.  Maybe I should give it another try.  Maybe I could see it the way Angela does.  I used to enjoy very much playing pool there.  I decided to pay the bar a visit on my way home. 

 

The crowd at the Eagle was sparse and there was no one I knew.  There was no one playing pool that I could ask to play a game with. Finally I saw my old friend Tom walk by. He stopped and sat at the bar with me.  We sat there for a long time talking about our relationship issues.  We both complained that there was no one anymore that met our fancy.  Were we just getting old?  What has changed?  Things were not what they used to be. 

 

Then HE walked in.  Something about him called me.  The man was attractive and had somewhat of a bewildered look as if he too was somehow misplaced.  Before you know it we were talking to each other.  We hit it off and found we held many things in common.  His presence felt good and I could relate to him.  Alas, maybe there is hope for a guy like me.  Maybe I am the one who had closed the door too soon.  Maybe it was me who held the door closed. 

 

Somehow, I know Angela is an Angel.  Aren’t all angels historians and aren’t we HIS story?  Sometimes they do walk among us. 

 

 

In looking for a picture to go with my post I did a Wikipedia search for the word angel.  I found there a picture of a sculpture of an angel.  The angel looks just like Angela.  Is it a conincidence.  I think I really saw me an angel tonight. 

I had a dream that I was staying up in Angeles Crest in the Angeles National Forest. I want to visit the nearby area so I set off on a pilgrimage down the Crest where I remembered as a child there being an observatory which sat atop a spire. I want to once again see the view of the city below from this observation point. This is where I was born. As I set off on the path I notice the many novelty shops along the way. I meet a vendor along the road who is wearing a poncho. He is an indigenous Shaman. I admire his poncho and ask him where he acquired it. He tells me there is a thrift store along the way to the spire. I make a note to myself to pick up a poncho for myself on my way back. He then gives me a phone to use in the event I get lost.I arrive at the spire in no time. The heights from this point are incredibly overwhelming. I feel the rush of feelings and emotions rise from the illusion screen below me. The illusion screen is like an IMAX theatre screen on which life itself is played out. Even though I know it to be an illusion, I can not help but feel the rush of emotions produced by the illusion. It is a kaleidoscope of emotion. It feels euphoric. It takes everything within my power to keep from being swept away. I want to head back but the many waves of emotion cause me to become disoriented. I can no longer remember which road I came down. I ask for help but no one seems to be able to offer assistance. I finally decide to descend the spire into the illusion to get my bearings straight. Once within the illusion, I become aware of the church choir room that sits off to the side of the church. I recognize it as the place where I used to perform. This room is hidden and those who perform here are never given any recognition for the value they bring to the church.

I walk outside the church and find myself out on a traffic circle. I recognize it to be Thomas Circle. It is the place where I was baptized as an adult. From this vantage point I can clearly see the overpass and the road that will lead me back up to Angeles Crest.

It is getting late and I know they normally close of the pass off at dusk. I therefore begin to make my way back by climbing the spire. I remember that I have a phone that the Shaman gave me. I telephone him to let him know to please keep the pass open for me. I’m standing waiting for the phone to connect to the other side. The call goes through. The spire phone beside me begins to ring. I answer it saying, “Hello”, while at the same time my call is answered by the Shaman. Trying to do two things at once now I tell the Shaman my request. At the same time on the spire phone I hear the Shaman say “Hello”, followed by my request. I realize I have both ends of the same phone line one in each hand. Confused I then ask the Shaman, which phone should I bring back? He replies…”Bring back the original phone.” I then look at myself and realize I’m wearing a poncho.

I looked up Thomas Circle on Wikipedia and found:

A statue of General George Henry Thomas by John Quincy Adams Ward was erected in Thomas Circle in 1879. The circle is considered to mark the boundary between the downtown section of 14th Street and the emerging uptown 14th Street neighborhood.

This dream was very colorful and extremely detailed.  We are building a new high rise circular tower building.  The building is the tallest building planned for the skyline.  I watch them as they dig down into the core of the earth to secure its foundation.  I notice that at the earth’s core it is frozen like the polar ice caps.  They are melting the ice at the earth’s core and laying tiles down with a chemical adhesive.  In the waters of the earth the construction workers find a small crocodile which is now displaced by the construction of the building.  There is a gigantic crane they have on site. A priest comes and places a cross at the top of the crane so as to bless the building as it is being erected.  As the building nears completions and the office spaces are being readied, I walk the corridors wondering where my office space will be.  I consider the position I hold which is a highly ranked position.  From this, I can deduce that the office space that I will be given will have a spectacular view since most of the offices face exterior windows.  In these last days, I have been sleeping at the office.  I have personal space set aside where I have laid my bed.  They are connecting computers and workstations.  Many of the walls of the office are movable.  The day finally comes around for the grand unveiling.  It is at night, I can see the building at night with all the beautiful spot lights focused on the building.  The lights they are using are lavender and blue with red hues.  It is the most beautiful sight I have ever seen.  There is a great sense of pride in its accomplishment.

 

When I got to work the thing that stuck out in the dream most was the cross that was affixed to the top of the crane.  I looked for a picture of a building crane on Wikipedia and noticed that under ancient crane it showed one used for building the Tower of Babel.  Following the link to the Tower of Babel I noticed that that tower like the one in my dream was circular in shape which I thought was an interesting coincidence.  I’m sure there is something here I need to know.