Ruben Bailey – Page 26 – Penny For My Thought ©

April 22, 2009

Cat Scratch Fever

I had a dream where my house is on fire and about to burn down. We have to evacuate immediately. I only have a minute or two to decide what of importance I might take with me. I immediately reach for my cat Sable and wrap him in a sheet because he is not an outdoor cat while at the same time instructing everyone in the house to “GET OUT.”

Once outside in all the commotion my cat Sable slips through my grip and runs off into the brush. He has seldom been loose outside the house and on the rare occasions that he has he has managed to find his way back home. I’m worried that if my house burns down there will be no place for him to return to. The neighbor lady is a cat lady. She has hundreds of cats that come to her front porch. As I walk past her home I notice all the cats are identical and more than that they all look exactly like my cat Sable. I can see into her living room where the television is tuned to the news station. They are showing coverage of my house burning. My niece Esther unknowingly arrives on the scene and is captured on camera. I’m surprised because she lives in California and has never been to the East Coast to visit me. What is she doing at my house unannounced? Clearly without a doubt that is her on the television screen in front of my house. I’ve got to go back to the house but first I have to get Sable.

Looking at the hundreds of cats on the porch I instinctively reach for one of the cats not even questioning whether I have the right cat or not. As I walk away with Sable in my arms. Looking into his eyes, I become aware that I have the ability to recognize my own kind.

April 20, 2009

Slide Rule of the Dead

I had a dream last night where I am given a slide rule that not only predicts the future but creates the future you wish to have. This slide rule is a prototype for instructional purposes to demonstrate that the concept is feasible. Oddly enough this slide rule is limited to the simple task of giving a shave. It creates a future shave on anyone you choose. I am highly skeptical of its ability. Frankly, I think the idea is absurd but it has my curiosity. I examine it carefully noting the slider and options provided on it for the degree of shave you wish to manifest. By moving the slider, I am able to affect the future. Knowing I’m not one to give myself a shave….I decide to set it to give me a shave at some future date. After moving the slider I place the slide rule down on my night stand and lay back down to sleep.

Moments later after I am supposedly fall back asleep in the dream I begin to feel pressure on the nape of my lower back. This can’t be possible, I’m thinking to myself. Did the device really work? The time is now for a shave. I try to move my arm behind my back to apprehend whatever force is touching my lower back but I am unable to move my arm. I am in sleep paralysis. Struggling to regain consciousness to verify the presence of this supernatural force against my lower back, I finally awaken from the dream but still unable to move completely paralyzed much like a false awakening but I know I am really awake.

There is a woman floating above my bed. She is an oriental woman with beautiful features and well defined ruby red lips. Her hair is pinned up like a china doll. “Who are you,” I ask mentally of her presence. Her presence floats over me in a diagonal direction from my lower right and up toward my right shoulder. Still struggling to regain control of my body my arm finally wakes up and becomes responsive. I move my arm slowly and intentionally in her direction painting a continuous circle with my index finger in the air around her face in a slow and persistent manner to get her attention and let he know I am aware of her presence….once again telepathically asking with stern emphasis, “WHO ARE YOU?” In response to my question she puckers and pinches her lips forward as to point in the direction of my night stand as if it somehow holds the answer to my question. Moments later she disappears.

I then rolled over and went back to sleep. The dream continued….this time the device I am given is a more advanced version with no limits to the possible outcomes of what the device can manipulate. This upgraded version has a tiny video screen where the sliding cursor is located. Impossible I’m thinking to myself as if the last one wasn’t bad enough. Yet a part of me wants to look into its window to see the future. I am very much aware that I am dreaming. I am aware that no harm can come to me by confronting my dream. I am aware of my previous dream and I am emphatically determined to find out where this all leads. I want answers from the depths of the collective consciousness.

Looking into the sliding cursor I can now perceive the future. It is an amazing experience. The beauty and power of this gift suddenly turns gruesome. With its power comes knowledge of darkness. I now see the decade bodies of the dead whose spirits are trapped desperately wanting to communicate but their bodies are no more. These are ancient civilizations forgotten and left to decay in darkness. In shock I woke up with the vivid image of a dead man impressed upon my mind.

I don’t often have nightmares but this one I would certainly classify as such. I don’t know how much of the dream was influenced by my day’s events. I did see a very disturbing movie earlier tonight, Crash High Voltage. It was rated B by Yahoo movies so I considered it a good pick. I was sorely disappointed in the movie. I considered walking out at several points in the movie but since I had gone with a friend I decided to stay. The amount of violence in the movie was very disturbing. I have to ask what kind of society have we become that movies like this receive B ratings.

So who was that woman and what on my night stand was she calling my attention to. On my night stand sits a lamp, my alarm clock, my cell phone, my wallet, my voice recorder for capturing dreams and in the drawer several my personal items including the remote control. At the base of my night stand are several about 5-7 spiritual books.

This one remains a mystery.

April 17, 2009

Gypsy Dance

Last night I had a dream where I am on the 3^rd floor of my house. The windows are open but the bamboo shades are down. I can feel a light breeze blowing through the room. I am desperately trying to clean out my living quarters to prepare myself for something that is about to happen. I am preparing for a major change in my life and I want my life and my house to be in perfect order to give me the best possible start. I have things laid out from my early life that no longer serve me. I am wrapping these things in old cloths and throwing them out the window. At the same time I am mentally working through my financial budget in my head. I am aware that I have 10 thousand dollars at my disposal and I am mulling over how to best apportion the money. My rational mind is telling me the last thing I want to do is buy a new car.

As I am hurriedly emptying my living quarters I notice I no longer have any cloths left with which to wrap my possessions. The only thing remaining are the bamboo shades which cover the windows and now look very old and extremely worn out. Considering their present condition they too need to be thrown out so I decide to pull them off the windows and use them to wrap the final remaining items.

Without the shades on the windows I now have a clear view of the wasteland just outside my house. I start to feel a sense of panic. Have I done something wrong? Have I thrown away something of value to me? My next thought is, “Where have I placed my mother? Have I thrown her out the window?” I lean over the window sill to visually scan the landscape below for signs of my mother. I can’t tell for sure. Everything I’ve wrapped looks like bodies to me. It is possible I’ve accidentally thrown my mother out. I then start looking around the house for my mother. The wave of panic now manifests as a large zebra skinned serpent. It is coiling itself around me. I can sense its incredible power. Angry, I am fighting it off me while frantically looking for my mother. I have half my focus on the serpent and half on finding my mother. Distracted by my mother I can’t tell which end of the serpent is closest to me…the head or the tail. Knowing the only way to effectively deal with the serpent is to confront it head on I turn to grab the serpent by the neck.

In the scuffle, I sat up in bed and woke up to find a man standing at the foot of my bed. His form was so dense I thought he might actually be a real man in my bedroom. He held his right arm out with his palm facing down and his body slightly bent forward. He wore a turban on his head and a flimsy shirt and baggy pants that were tight around his lower legs and a cloth tied around his waist. He looked just like a Gypsy. He was trying to communicate something to me but I could not hear his voice. I pointed at him fiercely saying you, you, you are the one who is preying on me. He stood there for a long time and would not disappear. I finally laid back down and ignored him but since I had to go to the restroom I angrily through the covers to the side and jumped out of bed. When I returned the man was finally gone.

March 31, 2009

The Apocalypse

Last night I had a dream. I am busy entertaining guests in my house so busy that I forget what day it is. As I look around I notice people are tense busily preparing for something. I stop to ask one of my neighbors, “What’s up?” He answers, “It’s the end of the world.” “Is that today”, I ask him? I am not surprised by his response. There are people in the know who have been aware of the events of 2012 for a long time. I am one of those people. I simply forgot it was today. Yes…I do remember today is the day of the Apocalypse, the day the Earth is to stand still in awe of a great change. Today is the day when the Earth as we know it will change.

Wanting to be fully present for the day’s events, a day that will go down in history, I step out on the deck where I have a clear view of the sky. It is early afternoon but the sky is dark with dense cloud cover. As I look out over the heavens watching for any anomalies, I notice a dark disk shaped ring approaching. It’s them, they are here. You can clearly make out the shape of the space ship through the dense clouds. We are about to be invaded by aliens.

Their ship stops just above my house. As the ship hovers over my house, crewmembers begin to disembark on ropes landing on my deck by the dozens. Those who are not afraid of the aliens are gathered to witness the event. To my surprise the aliens look just like humans with the exception that they have agility that far surpasses that of any human being. At first they are focused on finding someone. I know they are looking for me but for some reason they are not picking up on where or for that matter, who I am. I know that if I surrender to them they will leave Earth quickly and not prolong their stay. This would be good for those who might be in a state of fear. I decide to surrender to them but first I disguise my friend Dinah as my dog to take her with me.

They quickly confirm who I am and accept me and my dog Dinah to board the ship. The invasion is over and we are now headed back to their home planet. These people live high up in the trees and they get around like Tarzan by swinging on ropes. For most of the trip I’m asleep. When I awaken, I’m perched high up in the trees but my dog Dinah is not with me. I’m immediately filled with the energy of this planet. I feel like one of them. I’m suddenly aware of all their abilities. I grab for a rope and begin swinging in the trees completely unafraid. I now have their agility.

There are two races here on this planet, those who live in the trees and those who dwell on the land. I want to experience both races. I also want to find my dog Dinah. To remain up in the trees, with every swing of the rope I must pull the rope toward me. Instead I begin to descend finally reaching ground level where I allow those who dwell on the land to take me. They place me in a trash bin to hide me from the tree dwellers who are now looking for me. Dinah is in the trash bin with me. I guess they knew I’d come looking for her.

The trash bin is on a rail car that begins to move. They are transporting me somewhere. They instruct me to keep my head down to remain out of sight from the tree people. Since I’m with Dinah I’m happy and I remain quiet.

I then heard my alarm sound. I reached over, snoozed the alarm and rolled over for a few more precious minutes of sleep. Before I had even fallen back to sleep I could still clearly see the dream in my minds eye. I am still on board the moving rail car. I can see Dinah sleeping next to me disguised as my dog. Looking at her disguise I’m surprised they didn’t figure it out. She doesn’t look anything like a real dog. I chuckle for a moment inwardly.

Wanting to explore my surroundings in this wakeful dream state, I get up out of the trash bin which is empty of any trash. It was only used to transport us. I peak over the top and look at the other cars. I am in what looks to be a mine shaft, some internal caverns probably deep in some mountains. There are others riding in the other bins. There is a blond guy in the car in front of me who noticing me turns around to look at me. I am amazed that this dream figure before me has every facial feature and quality of real life. He is perfect in ever sense. Yet it is not someone I have ever seen in this lifetime. How has my mind constructed such an image? There is something about him I recognize. He smiles at me showing me his teeth and playfully makes a face at me. I’m expecting him to say Boo! He doesn’t. The more I look at him the more I’m amazed by the experience when suddenly it occurs to me. This is my face yet not the face I wear in this life. It’s as if I’m looking in the mirror. Without a doubt he is me. My alarm rings a second time.

March 30, 2009

The Truth Above A Lie

Last night I had a dream as soon as I laid my head down on my pillow. In the dream I pick up the phone to call my first partner, now my ex, Jerry who lives in Los Angeles. I’m waiting for him to answer the phone. The minute he answers I not only hear his voice but I can see him sitting in his house alone. He appears to be seated in front of a hidden video camera. He sits directly in front of me but is unaware that I can see him. In the background, I can see the furnishings inside his house. I am confused not knowing how it is possible I can see into his house. Is this a true representation of his house? I assume it is not. What I am seeing must be my own surroundings. He is completely unaware that I can see him as he is focused solely on our voice conversation.

I ask him how he is doing and if he is seeing anyone in his life. He responds by telling me a long story about how he has been alone all this time. As he is telling me this someone walks down a flight of stairs into the room where he is. It is a very good looking young man who has apparently overheard our conversation. He is making a great deal of noise as he walks into the room. The sound I hear over the phone corresponds with his movement and noise the man is making in the house. The man evidently is aware of me and wants me to make the connection with the truth. I hear a distinct voice tell me, “He is lying to you.” An inner knowing tells me the man in his house is the man he is seeing and what I am seeing is the truth.

March 20, 2009

Clergy With Someone

Last night I had a restless night that resulted in a series of disturbing dreams. In the first dream I am at a party and we are blowing up balloons. They are the type of balloons that are twisted into animal shapes. The balloon I am given is black. The objective is to blow up the balloon to the break point without breaking it. As I begin to blow up my balloon I notice it looks like a penis or dildo. I am disturbed by the image and I want to stop but I feel committed to the challenge. I don’t want to fail. I’m aware that the more I blow the more pleasure is felt by those around me who are observing me. They are urging me on. I’m approaching the break point. Just one more puff. The balloon bursts with a loud pop. I immediately wake up startled by the loud sound and burst of air at my face.

As I open my eyes there is a fat black man looking at me with puffed cheeks, pinched lips and bulging eyes. He reminds me of Louis Armstrong. I am extremely annoyed at his presence. He is the reason why my balloon burst. The look in his eyes tells the whole story. He is making a joke of me. I backhand him and roll on my side to go to sleep.

I then had a dream where I am dating a guy over the internet whose screen name is “ClergyWithSomeone.” Our conversations occur mostly over the internet. At first our chats are pretty typical and very delightful. Then something changes the mood shifts for some reason and I suspect something is wrong. I’m trying to figure out what has changed. Why is it that the internet acting differently? As I examine the computer I realize my hands are stuck to the computer. I am trying to figure out how to detach myself from the device. I’m pulling the computer away from me over my head like a pull over sweater. At this point when I am almost free a white note is passed to me seemingly a chat request. I feel it is from someone trying to help me. I immediately grab for the note in the hope of freeing myself. I’m beginning to wake up.

When I open my eyes I’m completely disoriented. I cannot make heads or tails of my room yet I am awake. I feel like I am recovering from just having passed out as if the blood is just now returning to my brain. As my brain begins to make sense of my bedroom, I see three men floating above my bed. They are standing together in a group facing each other. They are humanoid with the face of an animal specifically a bear or a beaver. Again I am extremely annoyed with them for the dream they have given me. I don’t feel they are making fun of me they are simply telling me the truth, a truth which doesn’t feel so good. I back hand them and turn once again in the other direction and fall back to sleep.

I have another dream. In this dream there is a police officer that has been stocking my house and watching me through my closed windows. He has been watching my movie played on my television screen, a movie of my life. I feel violated. He knows my most personal and intimate details. Upon becoming aware of him I step outside my house onto the front porch to confront him. Given that he is a police officer, I feel I must comply with his demands. He wants to enter my home to inspect it. I turn and walk back toward my front door. Something inside me says, “DON’T DO IT….DON’T BELIEVE HIM…DON’T LET HIM IN. I must react quickly. I make a run for it at a moment in time where he was not expecting it. I slam the iron door closed and quickly turn the dead bolt lock. I tell him he must wait outside while I call the station and confirm that he is in fact who he says he is and has the authority with which to search my home. My actions angers him greatly.

I am in a panic inside the house not knowing what to do next. Who do I call? What should I do? The panic places me in a lucid state a super conscious state where answers are coming to me. I remember that I know how to fly. I am the master of my dreams. I alone am the script writer. I alone must confront him but I will do it prepared with a super conscious awareness. I practice for a moment flying back and forth within my dream house to verify that I can indeed fly and I have my super human powers at my readiness. I then open the door to confront my oppressor. It is dark outside and he is now no where to be found but I know he still lurks in the darkness.

I now go about my business. I walk through the house taking note of all the details. There are mementos of my life and memories of my mother. As I start to remember where I came from, I become lost in the experience. As the wave of information starts to end, I come across a group of photos. They are photos of me with my friends taken in the past. In the first photograph I see the man my oppressor the same man who stood outside my house dressed as a police man. I clearly recognize him now. I hear myself say, “I hate him.” I can’t believe we were once friends but here is the truth on paper. We were friends. I flip through the photos. We are together in a majority of the photos. He smiles like a horse. I remember his presence even in those days was overbearing but he was my friend.

I then hear a sound at the door. He is back and the front door is wide open. He enters the house. We both take flight and confront each other in mid air in a great show of force. He is an extremely powerful opponent with powers that equal mine. His advantage is that he has lived in this underworld for a long time. It is his home turf. I am on his playing field. I on the other hand have been away from my powers having used them only sparingly during the course of my life on earth. The knowledge of how to use them is steadily coming back to me. We collide many times in mid air but I am not backing down. It is not only me for whom I am fighting for. I am fighting for the freedom to be as we really are in our full potential. I am fighting for my family’s right to sovereignty, peace and security. We finally lock each other in a choke hold. I’ve got him by the neck gripped under my arm.

The struggle wakes me up. As I open my eyes there is a face of a man beside me. His face is bright red and he has an expression that is undoubtedly evil. If there is a devil this man is him. Interestingly he has two piercing one on his lip and the other on his nose. He is completely red except for both piercing which are a vibrant luminescent blue. I am amazed that I am seeing this before me in a fully conscious state. I give no expression other that of sheer determinations and steadfast resolve to stand my ground. After a few minutes….his image fades. I then got up and went to the bathroom to pee.

March 10, 2009

Fresh Drinking Water

I had a dream where I am at my house. I have guests staying with me. A cleaning lady is busy in one of the other rooms of the house cleaning. There is bird feed all over the floor. I’m wondering where the bird feed came from. In the corner of the room I find a small wicker basket with a cotton cloth lining that is filled with colorful bird feed. Knowing the source of the feed, I turn and ask the cleaning lady to please tidy up the room and to be sure to pick up all the bird feed that has fallen on the floor. After asking her I ask myself if I might have been a bit presumptuous in asking her to clean up for me after all I don’t have a maid in real life and I can very easily do it myself. At this point, I’m obviously aware that I am dreaming. I allow her to carry on her business not offering her any help…after all she is the cleaning lady be it only in the dream.

I then walk over to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Instead of turning on the water from the filtered tap I decide to use the regular tap to fill my glass. I’m curious what the consistency of water is like in a dream. After filling the glass with water I hold it up to a light that shines above my head. In the water I can see tiny colorful micro organisms swimming about the glass that remind me of Sea Monkeys. Puzzled I set the glass down on the counter and ask myself, where did the light above my head come from?

With my hand firmly holding the glass on the counter I look up into the light and see billowing clouds gathering. Within the clouds I can see a face begin to emerge. It is the face of God. Knowing this is my opportunity to ask God for a favor, a favor he cannot refuse, a favor that might change the course of human history, I quickly think ….if you had only one question or favor to ask of God what would it be? I want to ask for something universal that would benefit all mankind and not just myself. Immediately I know what to ask for. I look him straight in the eyes and ask, “God can you please give us clean drinking water from the tap.” God looks up and away, slightly rolling his eyes at me while at the same time smiling in a way that lets me know I have in fact cornered him with the perfect request. It is something that everyone needs and cannot live without. After a short pause he turns to me and with seeming reluctance he agrees to grant my wish.

The scene instantly changes and I now find myself standing outdoors in an open courtyard. All peoples are gathering and gazing up at lights in the heavens. There is a great display of beautiful lights in the sky in shapes that are unfamiliar to me. I am disoriented not sure of where I am or what exactly we are looking at. I immediately realize the awesomeness of that which we are beholding. Celestial beings are arriving in space ships by the dozens. Very soon we will know our true origins.

As we are gazing up at the approaching ships one of the landing gears falls off and lands next to me. At first I think it is accidental but as I examine the landing gear which looks like a shoe to me it becomes apparent that they dropped it for me to retrieve. The shoe is metallic with very sharp edges. I turn the shoe over and inside it deep within the sole of the shoe is concealed a very bright light. I am absolutely sure the shoe was not an accident. The shoe was delivered to me deliberately to conceal the light. Unfortunately, I don’t know what to do with it or how to use it. I assume I should place the shoe in such a way that the light reflects back to the approaching ships as a beacon or light house a way for them to find me and take us home. I try placing it over my head but its enormous size makes it difficult to work with. It is about two thirds the size of my body.

I finally give up and leave the shoe behind. I decide to head for the country and away from the city and all the on lookers that are beginning to gather. I feel as though I wasn’t able to fulfill my purpose.

I get into my car and start driving. The car I am driving is a convertible. As I reflect in the rear view mirror I suddenly realize I am now three people; the observer, the driver and the passenger who is seated in the back seat of the car. As the observer I see myself as God sees me. As the observer I am looking at the passenger who is completely unaware that I am looking at him. I see myself in him. I can see the light coming from within him perched on his shoulder. He is unaware, unaware that I am with him, unaware that I am in him, unaware that I and he are one, unaware that the three are one..unaware that although he sits as a passenger in the back seat of the car…he drives the car. He is unaware that he carries the light upon his shoulder.

February 18, 2009

Reading River

Last night I had a dream. I am at my house and I look out the front window and notice people gathering. I step outside my front door to and see my neighbor Evelyn standing amongst a group of people. She is giving them the news that she is moving out of the neighborhood after having lived in her house for over 30 years. It is the end of an era.

Upon hearing the news, I begin to cry. I reach over to embrace my neighbor. I am heartbroken. She lovingly hugs me and tells me that everything is going to be ok. She then draws my attention into the distance. In front of my house there lies a river at the bottom of a hillside. Along the bank of the river, I can see my nephew standing with an inflatable raft.

There is something not quite right with the raft and this image. I struggle to get a good look at the raft to figure out what is so unusual about it. I notice that the raft does not have a place in which to sit. It looks more like an inflatable mattress than a survival raft. My nephew is fanning the ground with it causing dust to rise into the air like smoke signals. I’m told he is waiting for his friends to arrive to go into the river with the raft.

My nephew’s behavior strikes me as curious. I stand there puzzled trying to figure this out. I have a vague awareness that I might be dreaming. Nothing makes sense here. As I’m standing there a strange man walks by. I get the feeling the stranger does not belong in my dream. He disappears out of sight.

I then get in my car and drive around the neighborhood trying to be very observant. I drive by old neighborhoods where I used to live. All the housing in this area has been taken over by slumlords. I attempt to read the writing along the streets paying close attention to the words. The words don’t make any sense to me. They are words I do not recognize or much less pronounce. I assume I must be dreaming. At this moment I see the strange man again from before walk by. He quickly gets lost in the heightened confusion but I am determined to make sense of this world.

I continue driving focusing hard on trying to take in all the information from this place. I then notice that my car’s performance is not what it should be. The car is stuck in second gear and it feels like it wants to stall. I want to try to get to a place where I can pull over but I am currently driving through an underpass. I need to make it to the other side. I am looking over all the instrumentation gages in the car to see what might be wrong with it. A small white navigational screen appears in the center console of the car. It is displaying a single word. Initially I do not recognize the word. I can read the letters but not the word.

Aggravated I turn to open the door and get out of the car. The strange man is standing immediately outside my car. Without thinking I reach over and grab him through the window of the car by his neck. I take a firm grip of him and immediately wake up from the dream.

I had literally sat up in bed when I grabbed for the stranger’s neck. As I opened my eyes, I found the man clutched in my fist. I could still see his face in my mind’s eye and before me with my naked physical eyes. It was as if I had two copies of the same man in my head….one in the back of my mind and one out in the physical world in which I live. His ethereal presence faded as I vehemently shook him in my physical world. His expression was one of complete surprise. He was not expecting me to do that.

Because I jerked myself awake when I reached over and grabbed him by the neck I inadvertently hurt my own neck as my sleeping head did not respond as gracefully to the request my body made to attack the man before me. As I sat there in bed it occured to me that I did understand the meaning of the word displayed upon the navigational screen. It’s meaning resonated deep within me with profound truth of which I cannot explain.

3 days later my neck is still hurting from the incident.

February 6, 2009

Addicted to Cold Cream

Cold Cream Last night I had a dream where I am living with my extended family in a big house. I have a son in his late teens or early twenties who is mentally challenged. There are some animosities among the family members because many have there own personal agendas they’d like to see materialize and some of those agendas conflict with one another. Because of my son’s disability, we all share in the responsibility of his care. Of course being that he is my son, he is my primary responsibility.

On this day, I am away from the house for a short period of time. While I am gone someone in the house purposely gave my son access to cold cream. My son is addicted to cold cream. When I arrive back at the house, I find him in the corner gorging himself with cold cream. I am infuriated because I know this could have only happened on purpose. I inform my mother who is unaware of the situation. She has a look of surprise as her eyebrows go up and her eyes enlarge to the size of grapefruit in total disbelief.

As I go into action to bring justice to the situation, I experience a false awakening. I am aware I am having a false awakening. I am now standing in my bedroom and my roommate is standing beside me hunched over trying to hide from me. I can see the dream I just left appear a like another dimension before me. Everything is fuzzy. It is as if life paused for a moment in a state of timelessness. Knowing my roommate is responsible for the cold cream incident I place my arm around him and tell him that he must go back into the dream. I know for justice to be served he can not remain in this in between state where he has too much influence over the events in my life.

With the full pressure of my body and a forward thrust of my hips I push him forward returning him to the dimension of the dream from which we came. Now that he is back in the dream I am confronted by the faces of others as they float one by one in front of me. These faces are talking to me but I can’t hear what they are saying I can only see there lips move.

A worm hole opens up and suddenly I’m in another dimension. Before me I can see my reflection but it is more than just a reflection it is the other half of who I am. Knowing this I struggle to get my attention. I think if I can touch myself I can get my attention but in my present state I am an ethereal being unable to apply pressure to make my presence known. I finally figure out a way to touch myself such that I might question what is going on. He (the other part of me) turns to look at me. Things seem to be happening in slow motion. As he turns to look at me a wave of energy goes forward from my being in his direction. I can see the wave brush against his face. He becomes aware of my presence.

An 1814 poem credited to “Dr. Russell” gives the following account of the benefits attributed to cold cream in that day:
WHEN a pot of cold cream to Eliza you send,
You with words to this purpose your present commend;
Whoe’er with this cream shall her countenance smear,
All redness and roughness will strait disappear,
And the skin to a wonder be charmingly clear;
If pimples arise, this will take them away;
If the small-pox should mark you, those marks will decay;
If wrinkled through age, or dawbing the face is,
‘Twill be smooth in a trice, as the best Venice glass is;
All this and much more, could I spare time to write it,
Or my pen go as fast, as your lips would endite it)
You affirm of your cream: and I would not abuse it,
But pray tell me one thing–Do you yourself use it?

January 13, 2009

Sleeping On The Train Tracks

Last night I had a dream where my house is built on the train tracks. The trains literally pass through my house. Every night as the trains pass through one by one I am able to see into the sleeping cars and experience what the occupants of each sleeping car are doing. They appear to pass through my awareness in slow motion such that I am able to get a good glimpse into their lives. At first the experience of looking into peoples lives is very intriguing but as the nights progress I become very sleep deprived. I am becoming more and more tired and my vision is becoming tunneled.

There is a man who rides one of the nightly trains. I am very intrigued with his life so I maintain in my mind a mental image of him. I specifically look for him at night to pass through. The house is in need of repair as the air conditioning is no longer functioning. All the windows in the house are open but there is little relief from the heat of the day. This adds to the discomfort of the night.

On this day, I decide to leave the house to try to find someone to repair the air conditioning. As I step out the front door I turn around to go back as I believe I forgot something in the house. I am in a hurry. I can hear the next train approaching. I am just about to jump the tracks to go back inside when it occurs to me the severity of my approach. I could be killed by the oncoming train. Although I can hear the train, I don’t know what track it is traveling on or in which direction it is headed. I realize I need sleep because my judgment is impaired.

I reach for my cell phone to call my doctor. My doctor answers the phone and I proceed to explain the circumstances under which I am living. He tells me I do not need sleep. Angry with his response, I insist emphasizing our working relationship. I am his patient and I am the one who is paying for his service and I want him to prescribe some sleeping pills.

At this point, I begin to awaken from the dream. I can now see my bedroom but my vision is still tunneled. In the tunnel is walking a man through the corridor of the oncoming train. My first thought is to ask whether this is the man I seek? Knowing the dream is about to end. I quickly place his mental image in my mind and rush through the corridor to pass him to get a good look at his face. As I pass him up I turn around and look squarely into his eyes. I can see the soul of the man before me. By this time I am now fully awake. The man is now standing next to my bed. He is in fact the same man I’ve been pursuing on the nightly train. He is the image in my head. There is a moment of clarity as his image slowly fades.