Ruben Bailey – Page 13 – Penny For My Thought ©

November 5, 2018

Who’s Sleeping In My Bed?

November 5, 2018

In last night’s dream I find myself returning to my living quarters. I am in a hurry. I seem to be on auto-pilot. I am walking down a long corridor with a lot of doors. I turn into the door which corresponds to my room. I know exactly where I am going.

Once in the room, I notice someone has brought a wooden head board into my space along with a small twin bed. The head board is not yet attached to the bed. This is something I am expecting to occur but I didn’t think they were delivering it before I got here so the room isn’t arranged to my liking or maybe I am just offended someone made the changes made during my absence without my input. After studying the layout it seems my bed has been moved to one side to make room for the twin bed. I image the head board being placed in its appropriate place and with a little tidying up the room should be acceptable again.

Somewhat lucid now it occurs to me I don’t know who the twin bed is for. Who is sleeping in the twin bed? With that thought I seem to remember David from yesterday’s dream. Is he sleeping in my bed? I have a warm feeling come over me as if the dream has given me some small indication that I won’t be alone anymore. Are these new sleeping arrangements waiting for me? Are changes coming to my life?

October 31, 2018

Let Me Know If You Need Help With That

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October 31, 2018

In last night’s dream I am in a warehouse where I work with my family. I have a bunch of kids who work with me. They are my children but they are now young adults in their 20’s. My son has developed some new airbags for cars that are made of a space age material which is super strong. The material is able to withstand any impact. It will protect your car from the outside.

I walk into the warehouse and a few of the airbags are inflated an sitting in a lounge area. No one is in the warehouse so I lay on the ground to relax using one of the airbags as a cushion. I don’t want the kids to see me “playing” with the balloons as I have to maintain the persona of the adult father but I just can’t help it I want to play with the balloons.

One of my sons enters and starts to chuckle. He has caught me playing with the balloons. He then shows me the technical details of the airbags emphasizing that they are not toys but have science behind their application. The airbags are metallic grey and fold up like accordions. As he demonstrate I can see the back of his neck and become fixated on his medulla oblongata and the youthfulness of his skin. I become so mesmerized by his demonstration that I am not paying attention to what he is actually saying to me. As he completes his lecture of the product I thank him by kissing him on the neck. The then turns to me and says, “Let me know if you need any help with that.”

My alarm rings and I awaken to snooze the alarm. I immediately the face of a woman. She had glowing red hair with white beads braided in her hair. She smiled at me. My consciousness was then swept back to the warehouse where I young man dressed in grey sat he was talking to me as if I still layed there on the floor listening to him. When he was done talking he turned to me the real me and smiled.

My alarm rings for a second time.

~~~~~ DREAM ENDS HERE

When I woke up the thing that stuck most with me was the accordion like nature of the balloon and the woman’s red hair. I sat at my desk to work and pulled up Facebook. The first image on my feed was the one I selected for this post. It embodied precisely the accordion like nature of the balloons and how everything fit and moved with such precision and in harmony with itself. The red strips in the fan blades reminded me of the woman’s hair color and the white metallic circle the blades form reminded me of the white dots in her hair.

October 24, 2018

Mom’s Purple Beret

October 24, 2018

Last night I had an amazing dream where I am walking in my old neighborhood. I enter the house where I used to live. No one is in the house anymore. It is very cold. I walk into the bedroom and feel a presence in the room. I hear my mothers voice. I know her spirit is with me. I am not afraid. I can not see her but I know she is there. Knowing I can see spirits indirectly, I look over and see my moms dresser. I look through the mirror at an angle and see my moms face. She is dressed like a clown. How interesting I think to myself. I decide I want to see my own reflection in the mirror so I walk around the bed and stand in front of the mirror to look at myself. As my image comes into focus in the mirror, I look exactly like my mother. I am dressed like a clown with all my facial features accentuated. We have the exact same face and same make-up.

I decide to walk around the house to see if I recognize anything. I walk through the kitchen and find it to be much larger than what I remember it to be. It is not any kitchen I have ever lived in in waking life but yet it is a kitchen I am intimately familiar with.

I decide to walk outside. The landscape has rolling hills. The village sits along a coast line. Someone walks with me. The person is wearing a purple hat. I believe it is my mother. I want to show her I have the ability to fly. I ascend with just a thought soaring high like a kite. I can see the coast line much better from this perspective. I fly toward the coast line noticing the depth of the water increases immediately after moving off shore. I worry I don’t know how to swim so I fly hugging the coast. I can see the fish swimming in the deep waters. I feel free.

October 22, 2018

Home Team

October 22, 2018

I don’t remember much of last night’s dream except when I woke up to snooze the alarm I laid my head back down and got comfortable then I immediately entered a dream state where I am looking at family photographs. I see a few where the people in the photographs are playing sports. There is one picture of two guys standing together for the photograph. I try to make out the faces. The man on the right is in his college years. I can see his face clearly. The one on the left his face is notably blurred. I flip the page to look at another photograph. It is the photograph of a young man around the age of 7. The boy in the photograph begins talking to me. I can see his lips move but I can’t hear anything audibly but on some level deep within me I seem to understand.

Sitting with his message inside me I pause to examine his appearance. His face is shaped like my dad’s with sandy brown hair. I take note of the items in the background. The colors in the background are monochromatic. I see a safari jeep and zebra both having black and white colors. His jersey is red and white. My alarm rings a second time.

October 17, 2018

We Are Here

October 17, 2018

In last night’s dream I am with a group of people. We are enjoying some casual social fun yet working in some capacity. It is work that is casually fun and social. A man and woman come up to the podium where I am stationed and discretely offer me a sandwich bag with squarely folded money. Along with the money are shavings of white chocolate. They also offer me a transparent box with an assortment of deserts, danishes and ice cream. The man and wife identify themselves as old friends. I take a contemplative second look at them and immediately recognize them. The man says the sandwich bag is for my personal consumption. He instructs me to offer the box of deserts to my coworkers.

Inside the box is an ice cream cone with a caramel top nuts. The cone is beginning to melt so I take it for myself and offer the remaining items to those around me. I am very happy to see the man and wife. They follow me as we walk around. We are in Los Angeles. We reminisce as we walk past the areas where we used to live. We arrive at an apartment building with an exterior flight of stairs. As we walk up the stairs the the woman sees a billboard in the distance and remarks to herself as if speaking to the billboard. The billboard is a picture of my mom and dad. The man says to the woman, “Would you stop talking to the billboard, we are here.“

October 5, 2018

Wedding Song On The High Sea’s

October 5, 2018

In last night’s dream I am part of a group of people. I am with a partner she seems to be androgynous of both male and female sex. At times I refer to her in the feminine and at other times she appears to me in the masculine. We are getting married or are engaged. Her life seems easy to me. She happens to be at the right place at the right time. In one instance she invests in a start up and makes a huge amount of money. I want to bring something to the relationship that is special and of my own doing. I wonder if there are interesting start up that I can invest in that would bring similar returns. I decide to buy some stock. The stock certificates are guaranteed to have a gain. This certificate is multi faceted. It is a marriage certificate, a birth certificate and a stock certificate all at the same time. I place the certificate on a sheet of cake upon which the marriage cake will be placed. I plan on revealing the certificate when the cake is cut.

My jealousy is showing a bit toward her easy gains. I want the time to come soon for me to reveal my surprise but so many other things have to be done in preparation before we can have our celebration and reveal. I seem to have a deja-vue within the dream and recall having been here before. I seem to know the events which will play out. I try to recall where I’ve come to know the truth. I recall a movie like Titanic and realize my life is playing out just like in the movie. I seem to know the ending. I remember from the movie that the couple have a fight and the cake is thrown in the ocean. Along with the cake so too are lost the certificates. In the end they live together happily but without knowledge of what was lost. I feel I have to do something to change the course of events and maybe I can recover the cake and certificates so we can have a much better life together. I go to her to discuss what she is going to wear for the wedding. She shows me a black leather harness. In my mind, I think oh no how could you wear a leather harness to your wedding. Without me even saying anything she replies, “It’s in the way you wear it.” She who is now in the masculine form twists the suspenders so as to make a new use for the harness. She then proceeds to create bearded tassels which look very similar to my beard in color and form. She / He gives the impression it will keep us together. I look at him and think how beautiful he is even though I’m not fond of the leather harness. In the back of my mind I still want to find a way to safeguard the certificates so they aren’t lost to sea or does happiness lie not in material wealth.

October 3, 2018

Signed, Sealed and Delivered

October 3rd, 2018

In last night dream I remember receiving a package in the mail. It’s a tiny little box with what and inside the box in a stamp and seal the kind a notary would use to certify documents. My mind takes me to when I worked as a paralegal in Los Angeles when I was a notary. I assume this package and it’s contents are to be used in my work. As I prepare to certify documents I notice the package also contains powdered sugar or what appears to be powdered sugar. Believing the package may be contaminated I contact the authorities who come to examine the package. One of the authorities is an older man probably around my age. He tells me he has found a child in the package. This being so unusual to me I ask where did you come from? He seems noticeably nervous trying to put the items back into the package. I can now see the young child who sits beside him. At this moment I feel something touch my side. I look beside me and see the little boy is now under my arm. I kiss his head and ask him, “Is that you?” At this point I awaken enough to hear my own voice in real life say “Is that you? Butters is under my arm sleeping. I immediately fall asleep.

Now back in the dream I see the toddler seated next to the man. I walk over and ask. “How old is the child?” The man looks puzzled. I continue saying, “He has to have an age?” I begin counting in an effort to awaken the man to my questioning. Is he 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9? Visibly nervous he responds he is non of those. At this moment realize the dream has a different concept of time.

September 25, 2018

I Am You; We Are

September 25, 2018

Yesterday after my dinner I laid on the couch to watch TV and began to doze off. I resisted falling completely out because I had things to do so I was only allowing myself a short respite from my chores. I began to dream in 2 to 3 second snippets. Each snippet was completely different and unrelated to the previous one. I mussed over the selection of images being presented to me. In one I saw a vacuum cleaner nozzle scoop up particles off the floor. It reminded me of my mom since she cleaned houses for a living when I was young. The nozzle didn’t move but the particles it scooped up did. The dust particles moved quickly in a horizontal direction from from left to right. I remember thinking they are too precise to be random. The images seemed to have a very specific intent. In one I saw a tennis shoe stepping into the frame followed by the left foot. I focus on the ankles. There were so many of these snippets in quick succession like flash cards quickly passing through. The way they would enter and leave my field of vision seemed calculated. In some cases the scene would rotate and swipe off my minds screen like 3 dimensional computer graphics.

For a moment, there was a pause in the presentation which served to clear my mind of all thought. I suddenly peered into a dimly lit living room where a man stood in the center. Behind him was a window. I could see his entire body from about the knees up. He wore dark grey pants and a grainy blue t-shirt. I immediately recognized him as me as if I am looking at myself in a mirror but yet the scene behind him was not the scene where my physical body stood. He smiled at me as if to acknowledge the mirror image. I am the man in the mirror.

~~~~~ DREAM ENDS

I am struck by the deep sense of knowing when I see thyself. Just like when you unexpectedly step in front of a mirror you KNOW you are looking at yourself. There must be a greater part of me beyond space and time maybe its my higher self. Maybe a part of me exist in multiple dimensions.

In the moment when I saw myself. I was more taken by the feeling of recognizing self than of what I was wearing. It was only in journaling it that I caught the colors. The colors were those I’ve associated previously with OB. Blue and Grey. Why was I wearing blue and grey. Of all colors why does my consciousness choose these colors. They are not even my favorite colors. Why was there a window in the background and why was the room dimly lite. I feel everything has a message nothing is by chance. Everything has meaning.

September 22, 2018

Pool Cat Mamma

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September 22, 2019

So I’ve been in a deep depression as yesterday my mother died. Last night was the first night I was hoping for a dream of my mom to know she is OK. The entire night I never really achieved a deep sleep or at least I never really felt rested. I was on constant vigil looking for my mom. When I did wake up I couldn’t remember anything not a damn thing and I was even more sad that my dreams had let me down. Then I remembered something what seemed so trivial and unrelated to my mom.

In the dream, we are positioning an above ground pool. This is a pool we had before and it has sat outside with the sides down to the ground. There is a puddle of water dark with debris at the bottom. The wind during the long winter has moved the pool a bit taking it out of it’s original shape. There are several men here attempting to bring the sides up and re position it. They are doing it wrong. They have it going in a triangular shape when it was originally a square. I attempt to tell them without actually telling them that there is something wrong. I want them to see the error of their way. I decide to use hand signals to convey the message. I wave my arms much like a ground traffic controllers does with their flash light to direct the planes in and out of the airport gates. There is one man standing on the pool ladder who is overseeing the positioning of the pool. At him I say “1L” and wave my arms to my right. I then say “2L” and wave my arms behind me. Then something quite out of character happens. The face of a huge ginormous cat appears behind him. Light is shining from behind the cat such that I am unable to see the cat’s facial feature simply the shadow outline of the cat.

_____Dream Ends

I was so depressed and resentful this morning that my dream had not revealed anything about my mom. I didn’t even want to journal it. I sat in front of my computer looking at my Facebook page crying watching a video I created of my mother years back. The end of the video has a full screen picture of my mom looking at me. The video ended and spontaneously Facebook queued up the next video. The image of the video above is what I saw. It was Mamma.

The name of the video also has meaning. I describe my mom in my video as The Most Beautiful Woman I’ve Ever Known. The name of the cat video is The Worlds Most Adorable Smile. They both have superlative titles of beauty. Was the appearance of the completely out of place cat Mamma? I believe it was. I think my dad has shown her how to send subtle message to me because he has been good at it so far.

syn·chro·nic·i·ty
the simultaneous occurrence of events that appear significantly related but have no discernible causal connection

September 21, 2018

A Blade of Rainbow Families – The Day My Mother Died

September 21, 2018

In last night’s dream, I am with a group of people at possibly a book store or news stand type store where they sell magazines, periodicals and novelties. I don’t believe I know the people in the store as it seems we are all just passing through and by circumstance we all happen to meet here. There is a large box on the floor where they have placed all the out of date items. I see several copies of the Washington Blade. Believing these are probably throw-away items and therefore free I walk over to look for the most recent edition. The first edition I pick up and open it to the cover page but it no longer has the first page. A guy dressed in all yellow says to me as if he is aware of my thoughts, “That’s not the latest edition.” So I put the copy down and reach for another one which I identify as having all it’s pages.

The second one is complete and is the latest edition of the throw-away items in the box. I proceed to open the pages and notice all the pages are cut revealing an accordion of cut out characters emerging from the pages. I close it quickly not knowing what is happening to it and try again to open it. This time I open it slowly to see what the cut out are. As the pages unfold the cut out characters become two dimensional animated cut out of people. All the cut outs are white cream color with no writing or features merely cut outs. The guy next to me who is all yellow reaches in and pulls out a spinet piano from the pages of the blade. I am amazed because I recognize the piano as the one I had when I was a kid. The yellow man begins playing testing the keys and notices a problem. It is suspected there is a ball of poop in the pages so he is wanting to work around the poop to reconstruct his piano.

With the magazine in my hands I can feel a lump withing the pages still in my left hand. I hold the “poop” tightly and walk over to examine the piano. I lift the lid of the piano to reveal it’s keys and find one of the strings is broken. I tell the yellow man that the piano is so old one would expect a string to be broken but it can be easily repaired. While I’m talking to him still holding the “poop ball” within my hand it begins to squirm in my hand. I let go releasing the tightly held pages and opening the remaining pages of the magazine open. From within the ball emerge a bunch of tiny etheric people 10 times smaller than the cut outs previously. Each one a different color of the rainbow. There are blues, yellows, reds, purple, green. They remind me of little pieces of Play Doh. Now reconstituted they are jumping and playing with each other. When groups of different colors come together they become white and grey and beige then separating again into their individual color. Rainbow colors pulse through their tiny etheric bodies.