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I had a dream yesterday where i saw what looked like coral and possibly a palm tree which was fading into a coffee cream color. I then saw a man who was talking to me in a gentle and loving way. Lucid at this point and while I had the chance I asked him, Who are you?

Today the answer came back. As I was waking up a saw what looked like scales.

Having my morning coffee at my dining table I thought to myself, would be in their wisdom to answer with a picture. Feeling no further enlightened than when I had asked the questions I searched the internet for the term “scales” and was drawn to this image of the fish. I’ve started blogging my dreams again since returning from the MKP weekend. https://rubenbailey.com/ I was thinking what picture can I use for this dream. Not knowing what to put I though my alter flowers would go nicely. So I took this this picture. I wanted both picture but have a rule of only using one picture per dream. So I thought why not super impose them. This is what I got.

NOW I ASK YOU?????

Read yesterday’s dream where I asked the question Who are you? and look at the picture. My sheet music is in the background. The middle flower looks like a palm tree. The table looks like scales. My sheet music has scales, the fish has scales, this is where I sit and have my coffee and meditate and start my day with a sense of connection to God.

It is nothing less than magical the way spirit works. I consider yesterday’s dream precognitive because it foresaw today’s dream and arrangement of life events all summarized in one image. Truth to the saying a picture says 1000 words.

I’m struck by the placement of things and the word play in this dream.

This morning I woke up thinking I couldn’t remember my dream. I then got up and went to the bathroom and returned to bed to do my 10 minute snooze. I then closed my eyes. 10 minutes later my alarm rang for the second time. I turned it off thinking I guess I wasn’t going to have a dream or morning visions that I could remember. I waddled in the warmth of my bed a minute longer and suddenly had a vision. I could see what appeared to be forest green colored coral which was moving as if it was on a turntable. As it turned on the left of my field of vision the coral would fade into a coffee cream color. I noticed some of the coral reminded my of palm trees. I then suddenly saw a man who approached from the coffee colored cream on the left of my vision. I noticed he had a short stubble sandy blond beard. He acknowledged me. I could see he was talking to me. Knowing I only had less than a minute to be with him I asked him my one question. Who are you?

Stone of Mystic Diplomacy

Once thought to be a plant, Coral has been considered the “garden of the sea”, even in so much as the variety of coloring it presents in. Coral symbolizes happiness and joy, enabling it’s bearer to enjoy life to its fullest.

The ancient texts tell us that people once believed that the planet Mars was actually composed of Coral due to its coloring and striations. Records date back thousands and thousands of years confirming that Coral has been used as jewelry and in decorative objects by peoples all over the world.

According to historians and Greek mythology, when Perseus cut off the head of the Medusa Gorgon, some of the blood dropped into the sea and solidified into Coral.

Ancient Egyptians would place Coral pieces in tombs of those that passed as protection against evil spirits in the afterworld, as they thought that it truly contained a drop a divine blood.

Coral may be found in colors such as red, pink, orange, black, blue and white.

What is considered an Organic Gem? Source

As I woke up this morning I saw a mermaid girl with thick long hair suspended in the weightlessness of space.  I recognize her.  She looks at me and smiles to acknowledge me then immediately looks down.  I could feel her sadness.

March 15, 2018
Maybe the ultimate dream to have. In this dream I find myself fully awake praying for myself which in hearing myself pray struck me as odd that I would pray for my own needs prior to praying for the good of others. Not wanting to disturb the dream I decided to allow myself to listen to my subconscious prayers. After the prayer completed my body was raised up into the brightest most incredibly intense light. The space in which i found myself was rather small just enough room for me to stand within it. It felt like being in a phone booth. It was then explained to me that what I put in, I get back. Everything comes back to me. I then felt myself say, U L T I M A T U M. As word manifested, I wasn’t sure if it was going to be Ultimate or Ultimatum.

ul·ti·mate
being or happening at the end of a process; final.
the best achievable or imaginable of its kind.
a final or fundamental fact or principle.

ul·ti·ma·tum
a final demand or statement of terms, the rejection of which will result in retaliation or a breakdown in relations

a final communication by a party, esp a government, setting forth conditions on which it insists, as during negotiations on some topic
any final or peremptory demand, offer, or proposal

So in analyzing this dream, I was trying to figure out what picture I could possibly include to represent this dream on my WordPress dream blog. I also felt a bit uneasy believing that either I was putting an Ultimatum on God or God was putting an Ultimatum on me to do something. Uneasy is to say the least since I always want to be right with God. So in looking for images I saw this site. https://ultimatumtheme.com/. I guess they offer software to help you develop your WordPress themes. Is the dream telling me God ultimatum is for me to use Ultimatum to develop my WordPress blog. I know blogging my dreams is somehow part of my mission.

So I’m going to look into this software and maybe you should too. I think this dream is telling me I need to get back to blogging my dreams. I had procrastinated on blogging this dream until today March 25th, 2018 15 days after the dream happened. I just learned how to edit the posting date. Come to find out if you take it chronologically this dream was the first one after the Mermaid which pushed me to blogging again as it had been 4 years since the Indian Boy which was my last dream blogged until the Mermaid girl.

Last night as my eyes weigh heavy I forget for a moment where I am as a bright light fills my field of vision.  Startled for a moment, I hesitate and from the right corner of my eye appear a little boy wearing suspenders.  He is a furry little boy who looks like a bear.  He is as surprised to see me, as I am to see him.   He is unsure where to go first.  We pause and sit by a hollow.  He tells me he wants to explore but I sense someone is holding him back as if attached to me.   This is a beautiful place he rightly aught to enjoy.  I feel I’m holding on to something that I can’t let go.  My heart is heavy and sadness comes over me.  I look into his eyes and tell him I wish not to hold him up.  He is free.

 

A common practice of mine is to make a large pitcher of Crystal Light. Today I am at the pharmacy preparing my brew of Crystal Light.  I have a 5 gallon pitcher.  Questionable sanitation has been on my mind so I decide to throw in a small amount no more than a couple teaspoons full of nail polish and bleach to improve the water quality into my 5 gallon brew.  Diluted I don’t think it would kill me. The pharmacy has a bathroom that adjoins it.  They have my wrong identity (address).  Thet tell me the correct address which matches my Rx is 1228 not 1328. For a moment I become lucid to wonder with myself, could I even remember where you lived if you were in a dream?

 

My only possessions in this realm are a bicycle and my winter coat. The bicycle would be cheaper to ship to Los Angeles if it had no wheels.  In conversing with the pharmacist he tells me there are no CVS’s in Los Angeles but I vaguely remember there was one somewhere.  I’ll just have to find it when I get there.  It used to be so easy to call in a prescription while I lived in DC.  LA’s dispensation of drugs is the old fashioned way by last names not by Rx numbers.  The Oriental man at the pharmacy counter is cruising my friend who is sitting in the waiting area waiting for me to complete my transaction. I suspect he is looking for an opportunity to be alone at the counter with him. 

The pharmacist goes to the back to process my refill request.  In the meantime, I step into the men’s room to relieve myself.  As I walk in I notice there is a door which has been left wide open between the enclosed side of the pharmacy (behind the counter) and the men’s room.   

A female staff member of the pharmacy is going on a 20 min lunch break.  As she leaves, she pokes her head in to tell me she’ll be right back.  This message comes while I’m standing at the urinal with my zipper down.  She is standing on the customer side of the counter.  Why did she feel the need to tell me this?  Her message is traversing 3 distinct regions, Customer area, Pharmacy Staff area and Adjoining Men’s Room.  I turn to acknowledge her and glance at a shinny penny on the floor next to the pharmacy cash register.  She can’t see it because she is on the other side of the counter…whereas I have a clear line of sight with the penny.  Can I cross the line and take it a as a sign that my friend will now have a private moment to meet with the Oriental Pharmacist “alone.” If I reach in across the line of separation to grab the penny would it be stealing?  Pennies are after all intended to be my sign from above that everything is on track. 

 

Bamboo shoots with beautiful ornate leaves are growing in the bathroom through cracks in the floor.  They are even growing out of the trash bins. These weeds are springing forth from every nook and cranny.  It gives the appearance that this décor is intentional but I know they are weeds of neglect and not some Oriental theme.  The bamboo show signs of having been pruned before but that only strengthens the stalk. 

 

I turn full circle thinking again, why would they have left the door between the Pharmacy and the Men’s Room open? 

 

When I do finally arrive home in Los Angeles, if it had not been for my dealing with the pharmacy I would not have known my address because I apparently can’t remember my address while in a dream.  Upon arrival the car leaves me on the street in close vicinity to my given address. Both addresses 1228 and 1328 are right next to each other side by side.  They both look identical but from having just been to the pharmacy where I found the penny I know my home address is a 2 not a 3.  It is the penny that assures my return home.

I am in high school.  It is morning and the sun is shining.  I am walking to school and am caught by a series of humorously ironic billboards.  As I continue down the street I am joined by a female friend who is on her way to school.  My preference is to be alone and I am somewhat disturbed that she has invaded my solitude.

As we cross the street we pass by a vintage Chevrolet convertible.  In the driver seat is a very attractive sun baked man.  He is sitting in his car completely naked stroking himself.  The heat of the day has made his skin very glossy.  My impression is that he is trying to pick up on guys passing by. Other cars can’t see that he is naked.  It would be my luck that I am accompanied and can’t stop to inquire about him.  An opportunity missed I’m thinking to myself.

As we enter the school building it occurs to me that he could be arrested for indecent exposure.  I decide to tell security but I want to do it anonymously so that the driver of the car can not find out who told on him.  I think I’m probably far enough past him that I can tell security without him knowing I told and simply have them appear as though they found out on their own.  As I pass by the school’s security officer, I whisper to him and point to the convertible across the street.  As soon as I do an overwhelming feeling over comes me as if I did the wrong thing and will now surely incur the wrath.

I look around and see a winding stair case leading to the annex building.  I quickly set off up the stairs.  As they wind back around a bright light shines through the window blinding my sight.  As the stair case wraps around the light follows me no matter where I go.

He has found out I told on him.  They are his headlights shining in my eyes.  The light is so bright that I become lucid.  As I awake from within the dream, I can see the man.  We seem to be standing in the annex of the dream as if the dream paused.  He is a handsome man with soft blond hair and a gentle gaze. He is now wearing a pale blue robe.  He looks at me and asks me to explain the billboards.  Why did I find them humorous?  Thinking this is not the wrath I expected to incur and knowing it is my moment to bring back something from this lucid state, I pause for a moment to look at the billboards a second time.  Knowing a test to do in a lucid state is to see if words make sense.  I can clearly see the words.  It is common English.  As I read them a second time they don’t seem to conjure up the humor they initially had.  I’m surprised the words actually make sense they just don’t happen to be humorous anymore.  I tell him although the words make sense this is not what I understood them to be.

I had a dream where I am at work.  As in real life I have a shared office with two other co-workers.  In our office space there are over head speakers with music playing.  The music is so loud that it is getting on my nerves.  I look for the control pad to regulate the sound level but I can’t remember where the control pad is.  I also can’t remember who our administrative assistant is. 

 

I finally send a broadcast message out to everyone letting them know that I am annoyed by the sound but no one in the office can remember where the control pad is.  To compensate for this issue I’m told that I will be given a private office space with no over head speakers.  The new office space is much nicer and private with windows and a frosted glass door. 

 

I begin moving my belongings and notice that the previous occupant left some of his belongings behind namely two leather belts and a wallet.  Both belts are too big for me but the wallet is perfect.  Not only that the wallet has a wad of cash still in it.  What a find I’m thinking to myself.  You always inherit the things left behind by the previous occupant.  The office space has been vacant for some time so I think I can keep the wallet and the money.  Before I have time to count the cash, I hear my co-worker coming down the hall to see my new space.  I quickly hide the wallet under a pair of jeans that are sitting on a bookshelf. 

 

My co-worker walks in and remarks how cheerful my new space is.  She also tells me that she is very content with her current office space.  She likes the view out her window.  I’m eager for her to leave so that I can know exactly how much money is in the wallet.