I don’t remember much from last night’s dream. What I do recall was immediately before I woke up to go to the bathroom I was attempting flight to try to evade some threat. I remember not being sure whether I could pull it off or not. I summoned my strength and flapped my arms and off I went into the heavens. I recall looking down and finding myself over a large body of water. I thought I should probably avoid flying over water since I am not a great swimmer.
While in flight it occurs to me to ask how is it I got here? As I am flapping my arms like a bird to try to maintain altitude a voice says to me, “Your ability to fly comes from within your core there is no need to flap your arms.” With a new awareness of my core, I feel the energy rising from within creating lift.
I then woke up and marched confidently to the bathroom. Once I was done, I flushed and flapped my arms as I returned to bed. I remember thinking, “Flapping doesn’t really help.”
Yesterday I took a nap and had the following vision/dream. I am looking at a model of the universe. The model is futuristic in that it is an actual real time representation of the universe as it is now. It is a miniature representation such that you can understand all concepts. There are two orbs which intersect and in them spins not just the universe but all multiverses. I am in utter awe of the representation. I feel connected to it in that it is knowable to me. As my awareness and understanding grows of the model my awareness takes a step back to discover this model is contained within a man’s chest. The two orbs fit perfectly in the man and are represented by his pectoral muscles.
I immediately think this man must be someone important maybe even God. I want to study the man’s face and see if I can recognize him. He has long hair and is not a someone I have ever seen before. There is something very magical about his face. His face seems to have many of the same properties of the universe.
In last night’s dream I am on a construction site. I am part of a critical team of highly specialized workers responsible for construction of a building. There are specialized teams on site each assigned their secure locations to store their secret wares. Each team completes their tasks without knowledge of the other team. I seem to have some add on guest responsibilities requiring me to also act as a liaison between the teams. I can speak and talk to their point person. So I am familiar with where the point person is located but nothing more.
We have just completed building the ramp which the vehicles will use to traverse the site. The ramp is constructed with highly packed gravel. I drive my car over the gravel to test the structure. The structure is sound.
This dream I had several days ago around the 1st. I haven’t had a chance to journal it but it did seem significant and special. In the dream, a young boy runs up to me he is around 6 or 7 years old. He is excited to see me and is wanting to share some pictures with me. I immediately recognize the boy as OB. He is telling me all the things he will accomplish during his lifetime. I am fixated on his features trying to remember in detail what he looks like to bring back with me into my waking life.
Excited, he shows me three picture frames. Within each frame is a video of his life representing the epoch bound by the frame. As I become aware I am seeing him at different stages of his life, I again examine his facial features mentally comparing the difference in my mind on how he has grown and changed. I am so focus on his features I become inattentive to the story line as he is narrating it for me. I simply watch the video as if it had no audio mesmerized by what I am watching.
Each frame I mentally compare with the last frame. I am very pleased with his life and as I perceive from his excitement he too is proud of what he will accomplish.
In last night’s dream I am busy doing things with my mom. We have a lot of activities planned. I question whether she has her cell phone with her. I vaguely remember having deactivated it. I excuse myself with her telling my mom I’m not sure what happened but I can have another cell phone issued for her. I make the arrangements for a new cell phone. She tells me she left her coat at my house. I tell her I can retrieve it and bring it to her the next time I come to visit. I decide why wait, I can just go get the coat and grab the cell phone for her quickly and return. I travel back to my house to retrieve the coat and quickly head on back. Once back at my mom’s house, I notice she has another coat she left there. My mom is now nowhere to be found. I think this would be a good time for me to use the cell phone to get a hold of her and determine her whereabouts. With her cell phone in my hand I flip it open and sense her presence. I find she is in a neighbors house. I walk over to the house and find her there. I notice she has a coat on. How many coats do you have mom and why do you keep leaving them in places.
The question triggers a recall of my mom’s death but I must be mistaken because she is right here. I’m somewhat aware I am dreaming yet in the dream I am waiting for the dream to trigger a lucid awareness. This seems too real for it to be a dream. Yet a part of me does recall her death. I also recall having kept among several things a coat she used to wear. I kept the coat to remember her by. I could still smell her scent on the coat. I remember it brought me comfort to have something associated with her.
At the end of the dream I am so puzzled about my predicament. I can’t understand why I would be thinking my mom had passed. This dream if it is a dream seems so real it can not possibly be a dream. I decide to walk over to a mirror to look at myself. In the mirror I clearly see my face except one detail is changed. My eyes are blue. I blink and blink to see if it is my imagination. My eyes remain blue. I close my eyes for an extended amount of time, reopening them to again see blue eyes. I know my eyes are brown. I close my eyes once again……and opening them I awaken from the dream. My eyes are brown.
In last night’s dream I am a superhero like superman. There are two superhero’s myself and another guy who looks like the hulk but not green. He backs me up and watches over me and steps in when I am in serious trouble. I take care of the day to day emergencies and keeping the peace and I can call on him when I need an extra hand.
In this dream I am fighting a villain. I can see him working his way toward me. I can either evade him or confront him. It is best to confront him early because if I don’t he grows in size gaining power. I decide to confront him while he is still small. I take the air out of him and fold him up small. Something in me does not allow me to destroy it. I feel compassion for the villain and my desire is not to hurt him but simply contain him.
A long time passes and the villain returns. I look at him and think to myself why didn’t you destroy him the first time. Again I am hit with compassion over him. I then realize I am in a dream. For some reason I sense the night is almost over and I will be waking up soon. I decide to allow the villain some freedom but I’ll just confine him instead to the dream space and I will just wake up.
I am trying to figure out how to exit the dream. Through what opening shall I go through to wake up. Logic tells me to exit through a window or door or try to fly high in the sky. I consciousness hears my request and head down down down toward the drain. My consciousness wants to leave through the drain except there is a glass door I have to get through before I can access the drain. I am thinking this is very risky since I will be under the weight of the world and within a very narrow space. I zoom at full speed toward the door and end up hitting my head on the glass door. The door is not ready to open. Finally a woman come in through the door allowing me a brief opportunity to exit through the open door. Whoosh ….. I pass through the drain to wake up in my bed.
In last night’s dream I am somewhere outside in the garden and see a hose like the one on my vacuum cleaner. For some strange reason, I pick it up and sniff the inside of the tube to see what’s in it. Come to find out there is a strange chemical smell seeping out of the tube. When inhaled this substances transforms the person giving the person the power to fly. We are being invaded by aliens from other planets. The invaders are unusual spider or octopus like creatures with many tentacles. Their space ships are cigar shaped. Come to find out the chemical in the tube was left there to allow us to persevere the aliens attack. The gas also creates an acrylic bubble the aliens are not able to penetrate.
I can see the alien ships coming toward the bubble. I can see them crossing dimensions. I can tell when they are crossing dimensions because it creates a distortion in my vision which looks like a ripple effect. I discover I now have the power of flight and fly high to survey the area. The effects of the aliens is coming in waves. I can see the coast lines where all the ships are coming in to dock. The waves on the ocean are flowing only in one direction toward the coast. It seems to be against the natural laws of physics. I am able to assist things in between the waves discovering who is needing help and what the current conditions are. People are dispersed in all directions but we seem to not be affected by the effects of the waves.
I wonder when and if my power to fly will wear off but so far I am able to fly at will. I soar with great ease as if I have flown my entire life. It is curious to me I am not afraid of heights. I finally return to the bubble where I decide to take a shower after a long day’s work.
In last night’s dream I suddenly find myself in a conversation with someone I have not seen in a long time. I am totally engrossed in the conversation with a single point of focus. I am present for nothing else but to engage in this conversation. I am so deep in thought with him and so happy to share my life with him I blurt out the words, “His name is David”. I am telling him about the baby I am expecting. I have not shared the name or sex of the baby with anyone other than the baby’s gestational mom. Immediately I realize I have given away too much information. I look around me and to the left of where I am sitting is seated my sister who is reading a magazine and not paying attention to the conversation. Her face is hidden behind the magazine. I discretely tell the guy not to share the information because it is supposed to be a secret. In doing this it occurs to me David is not the name I have selected for the baby yet I do not feel the need to correct the record.
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It felt so bizarre to find myself so engrossed in the conversation and slowly becoming aware of my surroundings. Little by little I awakened in the dream to my present life yet everything felt true.
I don’t remember much of last night’s dream which I know there was a lot more to it. I do remember thinking this dream is too complex for me to journal. Mainly the dream was a night of working through logistics what needs to happen when and for what purpose and how it should be set up and effectuated was the general theme. Toward the morning right before I woke up, I found myself at the hospital where baby OB was just delivered. I arrive to see the baby who has already been born. It is the first time I am to hold the baby in my arms. Knowing this is a precious moment to be savored and also worried about how to do it correctly, I reach into the bassinet and place my left hand under the baby’s back and head while my right hand reaches in and scoops the baby up from the bum.
With the weight of the baby in my hands, I recall a conversation with mama Ivy who had bestowed on me a few words of wisdom earlier in real life. She advised I not rush the fun part. The memory of the conversation triggered a lucid state in the dream given OB isn’t due until late August. With the advice in hand, I pause to take in the baby’s facial features. OB’s eyes are wide open and making baby faces as OB looks around the room in every direction as to take in it’s surroundings. I question inwardly whether I have come to OB or if OB has come to me.
I last night’s dream I find a suggestion box and in it is an announcement for a Good-Will giveaway. Someone has offered to give some old stuff away which belonged to an air force pilot. This pilot was part of an elite secret force. The items are high quality leather bomber jackets and memorabilia from his accomplishments. I see three jackets which I like very much. I set the jackets apart to try them on. I try one one then another and each time the guy who is hosting the give away reclaims the item as soon as I put it back down. I keep trying to tell him I have claimed them for myself. It is almost as if I am only allowed to claim what I can hold in my hand or wear. My attention is drawn over to a wall plaque with an award he received. The award has a symbol which is embedded in a crystal. I seem to connect with the symbol as having meaning in my own life. It seems I have a deep connection to the pilot.
