Game of Hide and Seek

March 25, 2019

Last night’s dream was filled with very cool greater than life visuals. In the dream, I am on a spaceship although it is not until later in the dream where I discover the ship can fly and is actually a spaceship. At first, I am simply aware I am on a ship; a large vessel with many decks for various purposes. We are on a mission in a foreign world. The adversaries or targets of interest are not really adversaries simply a group of people from whom we would like to acquire more information. It feels like a practice game to prepare for survival among an enemy. I know this because both groups of people are on the same ship and the ship is mine. I appear to be intimately familiar with it except since I am in an altered state some of the memories need to be retrieved. At times, I simply have to go with my gut feeling.

We are working in teams. I’ve also played this Hide and Seek game before. There is a cloaking mechanism we use to hide from the adversary. It seems to be based on an inter-dimensional shift. I can tell because the ethers vibrate causing a kaleidoscope of color which makes the embers glow. It looks like smoke or fog with an opaque obscurity which helps conceal. There is something about my eyes where people can easily detect my presence. My eyes seem to be projecting images onto a movie screen. At this point, I open my eyes because I had to go to the bathroom. I open them slowly because I wasn’t quite sure which eyes would open, my waking eyes or my dream eyes. I didn’t want to give away my position in the hide and seek game. As I opened my eyes I peered out into my bedroom to try to determine where I am. My bedroom was glowing filled with etheric embers. Both worlds were super imposed on one another. I lift my comforter slightly to allow myself to slip out of bed unnoticed. The embers within the dream also glowed a golden color. One of my team members came over to remind me he could see my eyes. This was expected but yet not expected because after all I was awake and getting up out of bed and this person is not from my waking world.

I took it as a nod, I can take my pee break and return to bed. Upon returning to bed I immediately fell back into the dream. I can see the space ship has detached. The space ship has an upper deck and a lower deck and like the saucer on the enterprise it can detach from its’ base. The base is the part where most of the power is stored so to fly fast it needs to be returned to it’s base. I am worried it will not be reunited with it’s base. As the top zooms off in the distance, I see moments later the base zoom by at twice the speed to catch up to the top. As it readies to reunite with the top I am shown how the reunification process works. The top fits on the bottom like a lid fits on a saucepan. There are guard rails along the rim which guides the lid into place.

Once they reunite, I find myself on the ship once again. The training is over and now I am visiting with a little girl. She has found my mothers iPad which I still have after her passing away. The little girl seems to be intrigued by the iPad. Since I don’t have use for it anymore I offer it to the little girl. She swipes the screen and it illuminates revealing a picture background which reminds me I should wipe the data clean so she can put her own stuff on there.

Dream Drape

March 8, 2019

In last night’s dream I seem to be traveling to another planet. It is a planet which we are in the process of terraform. I wake up from being incubated for the flight. I still have a sleep drape which also acts as an invisibility cloak. It is how people are transported. I am one of the first to arrive as the terraforming has just begun. When I awake in the dream, I guess you can call it a false awakening because I am not truly awake in real life. What is surprising here is as I awaken I immediately recognize the process used to transport people. The invisibility protects you just in case you were to surface in a hostile environment. The threads of the invisibility drape conduct light and are multi-dimensional. It is how you pass between dimensions. The first thing upon arrival is the process of re-hydration. There is a clear needle that looks much like an orange peeler. It is a smart needle knowing exactly where to enter your body. I can see one of the other men on the mission who is also in the process of being re-hydrated. The re-hydration liquid is a silicon based material as it has an oily aspect to it. As I wait my turn for processing, I am very happy to spend time with the dream drape of invisibility viewing all the beautiful colors and peering into many many dimensions. It is so beautiful.

~~~~~~~ DREAM ENDS

This was a truly spectacular dream and so surreal. It felt so real to me as if it were just another part of my waking life. It seemed purposeful with intent. Makes me wonder if there is a place beyond the physical to which we return to and originate from.

Tom Soufer and the Millennium Falcon

February 19, 2019

Last night’s dream was very cool and futuristic. In the dream, I am on another planet where I have an Airbnb I am renting. The renters have invited additional guests. I knock on the door and enter the unit to count the number of guest. They are clearly well over the number specified on the reservation. While in the unit as I am counting heads, it becomes apparent the space is much larger than I remember it to be. For a moment I question myself why I have a limit on the number of occupants if the unit itself is so big. This is when I am keyed in to the fact I am on another planet and this is an alternate reality to my daily life. Curious enough, I am intimately familiar with everything here. I know the type of guests I service in this reality.

The guests quickly agree they have exceeded the limit as there are 50 or more individuals here. They start gathering their belongings and proceed to return to their ship. Their exit is unusual in that they are exiting through the walls. They simply become part of the wall as they leave. There is one iron door that looks like a submarine ship door. It has a 5 pointed star on it with a circle around it. The circle is blue on one side and pink on the other side. As each individual disappears into the wall the circle illuminates. Once all are gone, the entire wall disappears and I am now able to see through it. I can see a blue opal gemstone cut like a diamond with multiple facets suspended within a triangle. There are 3 of these triangles each with an opal inside floating off in the distance toward the mother ship. I am amazed. I sense what I am seeing is of the utmost importance.

Next I see their ship take off. It looks like AirForce 1 with the pale blue and white colors. As it turns the wings cut a line in the ground and I am able to see the back side of the ship as it departs. The back side reminds me of the Millennium Falcon from Star Wars.

As I was waking up I had the name of Tom Soufer. Not sure who he as I don’t know any Tom nor any Soufers, but I was talking to him. The name was so clear in my mind as if I was talking to him in real life.

Belle-Aire

February 18, 2019

In last night’s dream, I am having some kind of party at my house. I have a lot of invited guest who are over visiting. It is possibly a baby shower but I’m not entirely sure. The party is planned to continue as a slumber party. I am pleasantly surprised how successful a host I’ve become. There is food and people look happy and they even want to spend the night because they are all having so much fun.

I guess there is a part of me who is curious how this party was planned. So out of the blue I ask, “Where are we?” I feel I have caught them off guard. Some possibly believe I’m playing a game with them. Someone answers with the name of the city. To which I respond, “You have to show me on a map like pin the tail on the donkey.” They quickly bring a map to me and drop a pin in the city. I study the map not recognizing the land formation. I sense this place is situated near Nova Scotia. How is it my city where I live and am hosting this party also exists in Nova Scotia?

Still in some disbelief, my consciousness zooms in on the land formation and comes in closer to see the name of the city. (I can’t remember the name.) Sure enough as the name comes into focus it is the same as my city. It exists here too. I suddenly sense this is where I am now and not back in DC where I normally live.

~~~~~~ DREAM ENDS

I struggled to remember the name of the city. It was so clear in my mind at the time and interestingly it never occurred to me to say well that is not DC. All I remember is it ended in “aire” possibly Bell-Aire. The name was also hyphenated and the hypen on the map lay between the area of what looked like Halifax and Dartmouth. I remember the land mass was evenly split there. I don’t know it was actually Nova Scotia for sure but the shape of the land mass was similar and it felt like my consciousness was up in that area.

I Can Pray For Love

February 9, 2019

I wasn’t happy with last night’s dream so I wasn’t sure if I was going to journal it but I decided to do it anyway.  In the dream, I am with my ex Joe down in Miami.  We are going through the normal challenges of life.  Days pass and we seem to get out of touch with each other until one day I realize I haven’t showered with him in a very long time.  I have a longing within me for intimacy but I seem to simply be moving through life from one place to another unable to pause for a moment to enjoy it with anyone.  The pain of loneliness strikes me today in a way that it hasn’t before so I pause to see if Joe has taken a shower already.  When he passes by me, I can see his hair is combed and styled nicely and still looks wet.  There is another guy “a friend” in our house who has been visiting for a long time.  I notice he too has his hair nicely styled and looking wet.  I ask Joe if they showered together, to which he replies, “Yes.”

I am angry at him for cheating on me and angry at myself for not having asked for what I want.  I grab Joe by the neck and tell him this does not work for me.  I tell him it is over.  Our friend who is now presumably his boyfriend is now angry at me claiming stake to our home.  He has installed microwave lights in the ceiling with the intent on slowly causing me to have cancer and die.  I am clued in on his plot to destroy my life.  They are simply waiting for the effects of the radiation to kill me so they can live out their lives.

There is not much I can do but I remember … there is one thing; I can pray.  I open my palms up toward the radiant light coming from the ceiling and pray that it pass through me and reflect back justice on those who might want to cause harm to me.  I believe justice with prevail.  I remain standing unaffected by the cancer causing light.  Joe and our friend are forced to leave and I remain in the house alone.

~~~~~~~ DREAM ENDS

As in the dream sometime I feel cheated in life because I don’t have a relationship and I find myself alone.  It also occurred to me that I can’t simply pray for justice i have to pray for the things that matter to me.  I have to ask for what I want.

Gorilla Morning

January 28, 2019

Last night’s dream was very bizarre and detailed.  In the dream I have been frequenting the office building where I work.  Day by day the scene changes just a little bit.  The change is so slight it is unnoticeable except when I reflect back on the past and recall details no longer present.  Everyday I go buy my danish and morning coffee from a small Korean market.  On this morning, I again go buy my danish except the sum change over the many years hits me.  As I reflect on the past, I perceive the overall change as significant.  What is causing the change?  I decide to do something different today.

Looking around I decide to follow the others about their morning business.  I hop on a bus.  The bus takes me up on a mountain to a remote location which is barely accessible.  To hide from view I am camouflaged in the back of the bus with leather skins.  I can hear the sound of the the animals who wore the skins.   The passengers here are being taken hostage by a group of gorilla vandals and made to be slaves.  I realize I have to do something to save these people.   The gorillas are not yet aware of my presence since I am normally a creature of habit and would not have deviated from my morning routine they simply are not expecting me to be on this bus.  I study my environment carefully and decide a course of action.  I am unknown here it is almost as if I blend in to the scenery and am simply overlooked by their own force of habit. The gorillas simply do not notice me.   I use this to my advantage.

I become lucid enough to know I am in an altered state and most likely dreaming.  I decide to try some of my skills to manipulate the dream.  I begin threading parts of the dream to alter the tracks slightly.  This allows those who are enslaved here to notice a slight change but not large enough for it to be obvious to the gorillas.  Those seeking hope can see the light and realize a new day is on the horizon.  Little by little, I thread a parallel timeline.  I divine a storyline where the Master Gorilla likes to be fed only one particular food his morning crescent.  The gorillas seeing the new storyline give instructions to the slaves to make the crescents for the Master Gorilla. Over time the MG begins to gain weight and becomes obese all the while I continue threading the new storyline.  The new story line allows the the slaves to enjoy a thanksgiving meal while the gorillas are given a ration beans.  They have no awareness I have changed the storyline.

In time I create an opening big enough in the dream to fill with new possibilities.  I breath in the vapors of the dream and it feels good.  There is a sense of freedom.  I am given a chair and a wooden staff.  The chair sits on the track I created.  The chair moves along the track and through the opening in the dream.  I ride it home but on the way I ride past the Master Gorilla who I easily identify because he is very obese now.  He is being held to the dream by only a few remaining threads.  I take my staff and poke him with it once then twice.  The second poke dislodges him from the dream completely.  We are all free now.

My chair continues down the track as I return to my bed and I awake from the dream.

~~~~ DREAM ENDS

After my alarm rang I closed my eyes and immediately had a vision of a woman.  I studied her features carefully.  Her jaw line was thin and pointy.  She had similar eyes to my family.  She resembled my dad’s side of the family.  I wondered if she was representing the female embryo’s.  She spoke to me.  I could see her lips moving and the expressions she made will speaking.  She explained the gorilla dream on some deep level words are not able to describe.  When she was done she gave a final blink of her eyes and vanished.

 

 

à Daris: Itsay Ouryay Assyay Ownpay

May 26, 2018

After waking up in the morning and doing my usual bathroom break, I returned to bed for the precious snooze.  I immediately find myself in a restaurant.  We are seated at a long picnic style table which reminds me of the last supper because everyone is sitting on one side.  There is a male family member seated at the other end of the table who stands up.  His act of not conforming to what we are doing namely sitting to eat outrages me.  In a stern tone I tell him, “Sit your ass down!”  I am looking through the menu deciding what to order.  I decide to order empanadas but the waiter tells me the empanadas have to be picked up from a location in Columbia which would take me a day to travel there.  Curiously, I recall Columbia referenced in a previous dream but this doesn’t quite yet trigger a lucid state.  I decide to order pizza instead but cannot decide on the size of the pie.  The waiter shows me the square pizza boxes.  They are twice as deep as you would expect them to be.  He opens a 16 inch box which has a double decker wedding cake inside.  It reminds me of my new Shamanic drum which I just purchased.  He cuts the cake in gesture saying, “Your pizza fits inside.”

A waitress tells me the game played at the restaurant is Pig Latin.  Whatever you say you must substitute the p’s for d’s.  They seem to be very good at substituting the sound.  They do this effortless.  This frustrates me because there is always a new requirement.

I am given an envelope with seeds to occupy my time while I wait.  I walk outside so as to not be required to participate in the Pig Latin game. The envelope is getting wet as the day is cloudy, drizzly and grey.  The fibers in the envelope are breaking down exposing the seed to the moisture.  I worry the seeds will germinate before I am able to plant them in an appropriate place.  I begin walking looking for a place to plant them and discover I am in Paris.  Knowing I don’t have to be anywhere until tomorrow, I decide to take advantage of the situation and walk up the Champs-Élysées toward Rue de Rivoli and the Le Marais district.  I’ve been here before so I know my way around.  I will find an appropriate park to plant the seeds on my walk.

The sites are so beautiful I want to take a picture.  As in a dream from yesterday I don’t have a camera with me.  This awareness triggers a lucid state.  The walk is longer than I remember it to be so I sit down.  My seat then begins to move continuing in the direction of Le Marais.  Beneath my seat, I hear a pipe or muffler dragging on the ground behind me.  I smile with an inner knowing, this is just a sound effect let it drag I am not worried about it.   The chair is now moving at a good clip.  I turn and look back taking in the sites, “That muffler doesn’t seem to be impeding my progress.”

Refuge for a Clover Dragonfly

 

I am laying in bed watching the ethers gather in what look like hands massaging clay where I am the clay.  I want to know who is placing hands on me.  I carefully time my attack targeting one of the hands like a cat getting ready to stalk it’s prey.  Snap!, I grab at the hand with precision.  When my hand grabs the etheric hand I can feel it as if it had substance and form.  The density of the hand startles me as it is not what I expected.  The shock immediately wakes me up with eyes wide open.

I close my eyes in an attempt to return to the dream.  I am with my friend Dinah when a package arrives at her door.  She accepts the package from the post master and proceeds to open it. I immediately recognize the package as one I sent.  I know the box of chocolates is within the packing box.  The packing box is one I used to pack a speaker which was left behind by an Airbnb guest.  Before she opens the package, I know it is not a speaker inside, she will find the box of chocolates which mysteriously went missing in my house.  A box to this day I have not been able to locate.  “I must have sent it to Dinah,” I hear my mind say.  She snips the last piece of tape and opens the box.  Sure enough the chocolates are inside along with some larvae.  I recognize the larvae as faerie larvae.  The larvae are undergoing their metamorphoses.  They are long and white with narrow wings.  Each has a purple and green luminescence within their body much like a dragon fly.  A man walks over and asks, ” Can I buy them from you.  We have great need for those here.  They serve a good purpose.”  To which I reply, “You can have them.”  He then replies, “Oh no they have great value. ”  “In that case give me one dollar for each,” I say.  Another man steps in and says, “Oh no, they are worth far more than one dollar.”  To which I say, “Well then how about $45 dollars.”

One of the insects stings me in in left arm burrowing its head below my skin much like a tick.  Having read how one should respond to ticks, I pull the body back stretching the neck like an umbilical cord cinching it to cut the blood supply.  I wrap the cord around the head which is still below my skin.  The eyes look back at me as if in an effort to ask for it’s protection.  I believe it will now simply come out when its ready.

My attention is now drawn to a set of windows in the distance where the government of Columbia is torturing Space Aliens.  I can see the Aliens have hands raised as if to surrender.  I only see their forearms to the tips of their fingers.  One of the aliens has three long fingers typical of aliens.  The other has five possibly an alien closer in resemblance of humans.  Both are showing sings with their fingers in an attempt to communicate a message to me.  The three fingered one has it’s fingers with the symbol of a triangle.  The other has fingers and knuckles in the symbol of clovers.  I feel compassion for the suffering of the aliens as I believe all life is sacred.  I then see a tiny alien laying rigid on a table.  He looks to be dead.  I ask if we should dispose of the body.  To which I’m told we can leave him there.  As we turn to walk away, I look back to give the dead alien a second look.  I somehow know he is simply playing dead.  He moves to signal he is OK.  I wink and feel good know he is alive.

~~~ END OF DREAM

Dragonfly Meaning

The dragonfly is generally associated with the symbolic meaning of transformation. Here are common meanings for this animal totem:

  • Change and transformation
  • Adaptability
  • Joy, lightness of being
  • Symbol of the realm of emotions, invitation to dive deeper into your feeling
  • Being on the lookout for illusions and deceits, whether are external or personal
  • Connection with nature’s spirits, fairies realms

 

Columbia also came up in my dream:  à Daris: Itsay Ouryay Assyay Ownpay

Marigold Crystal Biosphere

I’m in a biosphere.  They are planting grasses and cultivating the soil.  Some here are partially naked.  There is a light skinned black guy with a curved semi erect penis who smiles at me as if I know him but he doesn’t really look familiar.  He apparently likes me.  There is a baby blue and grey car nearby which they are licking clean.

I then see a man dressed in a deep orange red suit.  He has stitching down his arm like an embroidery.  The stitching is being sown in real time.  My eyes follow the stitch down his arm.  The process of watching the stitch pulls my consciousness into a new dream where I am in a bathroom in a building.  I find myself standing in front of the sink.  Someone has left a freezer bag with crystals in it.  I believe them to be of some value and I would like to keep them but I feel I might get caught for stealing it.  I think it might be a trap.  I see a vent in the ceiling and have an idea to stuff the bag in the vent to hide it temporarily.  As I open the vent and attempt to reach in I can hear someone in the vent possibly watching my action.  I decide to take a risk and keep the bag with me.  The bag then becomes a wooden crystal bowl allowing me to hold it such that no one would recognize it as the bag of crystals.  Leaving the building I’m confronted with a man in an elevator pushing a stroller.  He pushes the stroller past me and exits the elevator.  I then exit the elevator too letting him know by my action that he needs to step into the elevator and take responsibility of the child. “This is your baby you brought him here.”  I’m thinking he needs to take care of his child.  I then go looking for another elevator closer to the room where I was previously.  I am looking for room 1736 and the bank of elevators that will take me to 1736.

When I woke up I grabbed my voice recorder and began recording the dream.  In a rush because I had over slept I was recording the dream and making my coffee and heating up my croissant all while recording the dream.  I knew all the noise would be on the recording but figured I’d still make out the important parts of the dream to journal.  Here is where the magic happens.

I remember having a ceramic singing bowl so I went looking for it but couldn’t find it.  The next best thing I could find was a Tibetan bowl which I grabbed thinking I could honor the dream by setting the bowl possibly with some water on my alter.  Sitting there having my coffee and breakfast I thought water just didn’t feel right.  I had to put something else in the bowl as an offering.   I then thought I’d grab a few seeds from last years harvest of flowers from my garden an place them in the bowl.  Remembering where I had stored my seeds I grabbed from the cupboard a freezer bag which contained other bags of various seeds.  Standing there looking at the bag I had an ah ha moment.  The bag looked just like the bag of crystals in my dream.  I then placed my marigold seeds in the bowl and sat back down wondering to myself whether that was a coincidence or the magic of the dream.  I then pushed the play button on my voice recorder to listen to the playback of my dream.  I then heard the playback of my dream regarding the man in the orange red suit when my violin caught my eye it was the same color that the man had worn.  I then had another ah ha moment looking at the strings of the violin which if played would run down my arm.  At that precise moment I could hear the noise of me in the kitchen mucking with the microwave closing the door and setting the time which the microwave plays a tone for every button you push it was as if my violin or the thought of my violin on my arm was playing a song.  Just more than an eerie coincidence.

When I sat to journal the dream I couldn’t really place where the dream took place.  I didn’t yet have a word for the biosphere reference.  When the word came to me with which to describe the dream it all made sense.  They were sowing seeds and planting a biosphere.

 

 

 

 

 

 

λλale Carrier

λs I was drifting off to sleep.  I begλn to see beautiful spiraling strands of light pulsating through the ethers.  It reminds me of the heavens where Angels dance.  Their density increases as the strands begin to take form.  Cartoon like images appear and take form as they cluster together.  I can see cells form forming tubules that gather in stands of tubules which began forming a mesh that then enveloped me to carry me off as if in a worm hole.

I then find myself at work.  I feel I have a bone to pick with my co-workers.  I somewhat know I am in a dream cocky in my attitude and with mandate in hand.  I am determined to find what I am looking for.  I WANT THE TRUTH.  I want to know what has been hidden from me and why I have been made to struggle to find it.  I can see the people working in their respective office spaces.  Each has a role to play.  There is a science about it with precision and certainty.  I know my job here to be one in communications.  I study the setup I have in place.  I know it intimately for I am the one who set it up.  The overlords  have been using my equipment to their benefit and withholding information.  I want clarity.  I want transparency.  I see a woman in her cubicle who shares a wall with me.  She is not aware or possibly she is aware but hiding the fact that she knows I am overlooking.  She works to decipher the communication on the wire.  She inconspicuously looks through a post card that serves a dual purpose.  One of concealment and the other of insight.  Used in combination with her computer she is able to decipher the transmission on the wire.   λs I eavesdrop through the transparency of the post card she holds I clearly perceive the hidden strands.  They are not unlike the stands which brought me here when I entered the dream portal.

I know I must press forward.  I leave my cube and enter the main area of this section of the pod where I work.  There is a mobile mail station at a junction point.  Assuming if I work here I must have mail being addressed to me at this location.  I look at the many mail slots on the mobile station not knowing what name I work under.  I can’t seem to find my mail.  The λλale Carrier approaches from the right junction and looks at me.  With authority,  I ask him to hand me my male.   He then asks, “Who are you?”.  Taking a chance, I answer, Ruben Bailey.  I add a clarifying statement and disclose I often don’t pick up mail here so it may have been backlogged.  He then answers, “I’m not aware of any male.” but hands me several flyers which he is delivering to all employees.  I pause somewhat disappointed yet knowing any information received is the next clue and its more than what I had when I arrived.  I am empowered to change. Turning inward, I glance at the flyers and look around to see what is within my control to change.  The flyers indicate there is a ωelcome πeception today.  I move forward to excuse myself with the young λλale Carrier end enter the restricted space where the ωelcome Party is being held.  There are λliens here and I am aboard a space ship which has just landed.  I can clearly see out the windows of the çraft.  I move to a position where I see clearly.  The windows are full length floor to ceiling in 360 degrees all the way around around çraft.  There are so many λliens here who look very different from humans.  I am unafraid yet a bit overwhelmed by their numbers.  I reach beyond any fear and wave in their direction letting then know I have arrived.

Knowing my time is limited, I return to my duties to see what changes I can make to give me an edge with the overlords.  I know they need me for their business.  I also know they can’t do it without me.  They rely on me to harvest the fruit of my labor.  I sit and ponder how I might effect a paradigm shift to better harmonize with my desire and intent.  I play the scenarios to determine their possible outcomes and come to the decision to leave things as they are and take no action.

When i woke up I looked at my phone and noticed my niece had sent me a message.  It became the image of the dream.  It seemed fitting for this dream.

CEDELIA craft = 3- Self-expression, Joy of Living, Creativity, Perfection. Art, Inspiration, Enthusiasm, Perfection, Spiritual-Physical Connection, Communication and Triad Paradigm.
Positive Traits
On the positive side, the energy attributes of the number three resonates with love demonstration, creative imagination, fulfillment, encouragement, and talent. It’s also related to culture, innovative skills, wit, pleasure, freedom-seeking, adventure, free-form, brilliance, non-confrontational, natural rhythm, self-expression, enthusiasm, psychic ability, holy triad knowledge (heaven-human-earth, father-son-holy spirit, past-present-future, thought-word-action). The number three resonates with the energies of the Ascended Masters and their guidance. Three also resonates with expression both artistic (writing, painting, singing, sculpture, etc.) as well as feelings (love, affection, friendship, etc.)
Negative Traits
On the negative side, the number three resonates with indifference through superiority, lack of concentration or focus.