Mermaid Girl

Mermaid

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.

Ultimate Ultimatum

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.

I'm An Indian Boy

Indian BoyI had a dream. I am at home visiting family for the holidays. My cousin Dieanna is there who I haven’t seen in years. We step out onto the porch late at night. I can see the moon lit sky and the bare tree branches. She offers me a Juanita bud, sparks the flame to light and passes it to me. She doesn’t know that I don’t smoke. I feel I shouldn’t reject her offering so I take it and pretend to inhale. As I exhale, the cool damp night creates the faux smoke.

We then go back inside. I’m worried that some of the smoke might have made it past my own barriers. I quickly make my way to the bathroom. Standing in front of the vanity it occurs to me that I’ve never seen my face in the mirror. I then have a second awakening. I must be dreaming. In anticipation of what I’m about to see, I slowly lift my eyes and glance into the mirror. I can see my face clearly. I am an Indian boy with dark almond skin around the age of 17. My hair is thick jet black. My eyes lids have a subtle shade of blue. I comb through my hair with my fingers and reveal a thin red bandana across my forehead that was hidden underneath my hair. I look deeply into my eyes taking fingers as I caress my eyelids removing some of the blue shade. I’m an Indian Boy.

I turn around and leave the restroom. My cousin is waiting for me with a peace offering. She hands me a croissant and says, Eat!

Sleepy Hollow

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.

 

Spiral Plate – Red Black & White

I had dream where  my sister Grace is making dinner.  She is cooking spiral pasta (red, black and white).    We live in a small and very modest trailer home.  As I glance out the window, I notice there is an unfenced area just outside the back door which appears to be primarily for commercial use but I feel it would make for a nice place for Butters to run and play.  There is a wireless router in the grand room that extends reception to the bedrooms.  Grace sets my plate down on the table.  I look into the plate and find myself mesmerized by the beautiful swirling spirals of colors. I’m then shown a gift tag at the close of the dream which reads:  “FROM VEDGET”.

Honey Just Marry Jewish

Like a Prayer : This dream was so funny I had to post it. So one day God came to Madonna and said, “I have just one commandment for you … Marry Jewish!” So Madonna went on her way. God saw Madonna was trying, so he placed on her path NOT 3 but 4 Honey Bunnies. Madonna was aroused by her new Honey Bunnies. As she lay in bed with her two Black Jewish Lovers, God came to her and said, “Since you have followed my commandment, I promise to have your back. He then taught her to fight her own battles.

Marriage Equality!!

A Killer On The Loose

Swat TeamI had a dream where a killer was on the loose in my building. I fall prey to him and he takes me hostage. He loosely ties me up and stuffs me away in the closet next to my bed. Through the crack in the door, I can see his movements as he nervously paces back and forth to gather his strategy periodically looking out my bedroom windows to determine if the coast is clear.

I am in fear for my life. How could I ever escape his grip? This is a life or death situation and my captor has the upper hand,. In a flash of light, the moment comes for him to make his move to take me to a more secure location. My entre bedroom with me in it is teleported to a place among many. I am one of many similar examination rooms. They now have me under observation in my bed. His swat team is probing me to quickly determine my vital signs my make up and whether I’m still worth the value of a hostage. I get the sense that I’m worth more to them alive than dead. I feel like I’m being detained in a hospital. My arms are strapped with monitoring devices.

They are planning to extend their net to find men similar to me for capture. I need to find a way to send an encrypted message to the authorities those who may be aligned with me. My captors are targeting a group of gay men congregated for an event in a hotel. Telepathically, I can see a room filled with men. I seem to be able to communicate. I’ve successfully alerted them to the danger but will they make the right choice to evade their own capture.

I am struggling to awaken from the dream. My eyes open and I can see a female looking at me in examination. The others quickly push me back down into bed. I fall back into the consciousness of sleep. Their guns are firmly on me as their target. I hear and feel 3 shots into my bed yet none pierce me. I believe the shots were intended to be a warning.

Pharmaceutical Stalk

BambooA 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.

Missing Under the G

FreeMasonryThis is not a dream just an update.  In case anyone has wondered why I’ve been so silent with my dreams I want to say that I’ve been spending alot of time under the G.  I was initiated into FreeMasonry in December 2008.  I spent 2009 working on my degree work to advance from Entered Apprentice to Fellow Craft and finally raised to the sublime degree of Master Mason.  For the 2010 I was appointed to serve as Chaplain of Albert Pike Lodge #33.  For the 2011 year I’ve been asked to serve as Senior Steward.

2011 Installation of Officers

Bill's Boards – A Convertible Meant For Two

ConvertibleI 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.