I spent most of the evening dreaming with OB. We are in his dimension traveling the astral plane. He is showing me the many changing tables they have to offer in his realm. There is an array of changing tables each within private rooms of many sizes and accommodations. He basically has the keys to the Kingdom to access me the many rooms. We are on an exhaustive day as there is so much to see with each changing table.
Toward the end of the dream as I sense I am nearing the time to wake up. OB and I depart company. As I am headed back to my realm it occurs to me, I forgot my bag at one of the changing tables. I immediately head back to recover it. Upon arriving at the changing room where I believe I left my belongings, I am confronted with the fact I don’t possess the key to unlock the door. At this moment, the door opens and my old boss BMo exits the room. Since I know him and he knows me, I ask if he would allow me to grab my belongings from within the changing room. He is hesitant believing he is not authorized to allow me back in. He tells me I will need to be creative on how I retrieve what belongs to me. He then departs and I am left there to ponder my dilemma.
I sit still envisioning the room and what is contained within my bag. I muse over what I will be leaving behind. Examining the contents of my bag in my mind I pick through the objects categorizing what I want to keep and what I would leave behind. While this self reflection is occurring my surrounding begin to change but I don’t immediately notice the subtle changes happening. It is not until I am content with my decisions to cull through my bag that I become aware I am the key. I have my bag and I know what I want to keep.
With this realization I immediately awake from the dream.
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Wow what a profound dream. This morning when I awoke I didn’t really think much of the dream. I knew it was special and lighthearted given I was with OB. It was a happy dream to remember. I knew I would journal it to cherish the time spent with OB. Of course life happens and I quickly got pulled into my morning. I have guests arriving today so had to clean and vacuum the house. By the time I sat down to journal the dream I had pretty much forgotten the entire dream. The only bits I recalled were OB and the changing tables.
It wasn’t until I shared the dream with Ivy that more bits and pieces came streaming in giving meaning to what would have otherwise been a forgotten dream.
I think it is clear there is great change coming my way and with fatherhood and searching for a new job I am going to have to get creative. Its a good feeling knowing the keys to the answers are already within me.
Whats also interesting as I reflect back now is OB wasn’t a baby in the dream although he was showing me changing tables. He was a young man. I remember in the dream taking note of his appearance and the level of detail with which I perceived him. I’m always looking for clues on what he might look like. Of course now I can’t recall much of anything as to his looks. I do remember he had a very dark rich complexion very tanned skin. The lighting was dim so that also added to the dark complexion. There was also an element of mystery as to not be too revealing. He also had dark hair. I recall items in the dream being illuminated from within so as to reveal just the object. It was a very magical and carefree place. And although OB wasn’t in character toward the end of the dream when I awoke I felt he was there very close to me. Makes me wonder if when we come into this world if we have a say in picking our parents. With as much love I had for my parents I’m sure this is the case.
This dream happened after I had already woken up in the morning had my coffee and danish. I was feeling very tired and decided to go back to bed. I didn’t think I’d fall asleep since I had a full cup of coffee. My sleep was very much on the surface and I knew I was dreaming the entire time. The things I saw were incredible.
In the dream I find a type of transport vehicle. It is a very small car made for only one person. The wheels are flat as the do not turn but yet they look like rubber. I open the car door and take a look at the instrumentation panel. I get in thinking I want to take it for a ride. The minute I step into the vehicle before I even close the door the vehicle starts moving at what seems to be an incredible speed. A part of me knows where I have programmed the car to go. It takes me to the top of a snow capped mountain. where on one side of the slope live a tribal civilization and on the other side is a the valley of hope. I come to rest on the dividing line between the two. I don’t want the tribal villagers to see me because I know nothing good can come from visiting their side of the mountain.
I scoot over toward the Valley of Hope but it is a very steep drop from which I must fall to arrive in the valley. Although I know I am dreaming my surroundings appear so real to me I have no idea whether I would survive a fall from these heights. A part of me doesn’t really care. This just seems a much better place to be. I know my destiny is in the valley of hope. I get out of my one man vehicle and take the leap into the valley. It feels like I am skydiving. It is a long descent before I will know if I arrive safe on the valley floor. The feeling in the air is of utter exhilaration yet there is a knowing I can trust in the process and I will be safe.
Along the way many things come into focus. I see things I’ve never seen before. As I am nearing my touch down I can see a welcome mat. It is made of a natural fiber like bamboo which is woven like a basket. The weave will provide a netting to catch my fall.
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I recall sitting inside the little car which reminded me of a VW Beetle from its shape and given it was so small. When I sat in the bug I remember thinking this is what OB must feel like to be inside a one man vessel.
Last night’s dream was very unique and extremely vivid. In the dream, I am with family and friends when I notice something in the sky. The moon is much larger than normal. Seeing this as a very important moment in time, I pause everything I am doing and instruct those around me to pay close attention to the details of the moon so I can preserve a record to take back with me when I awake. I am obviously lucid in the dream. I focus all my intention on the moon whose clarity is like looking at something through a microscope. I can see details I have never seen before. I remember thinking to myself, this is not a moon but a circular space ship.
The moon ship passes slowly over my head. I then see another object in the sky as it come closer into focus I can tell it is my moms cell phone. What is her cell phone doing in the sky? I instruct everyone to take notes for later.
Later we are comparing notes. In comparing our notes we have insight into what is going on. There is a demon who is influencing this period of my life. But what we discover is the demon is simply part of the process as is night to day. They are cycles that happen in life and now is the dark night. We have good times and we have bad. Wanting to understand more about what motivations this dark energy, I follow the demon in an effort to confront it. I am determined to pursue it and collect all the information so there is nothing hidden from me. In pursuing it I come across clues along the path. There is so much information here it is taking me a long time to process all the information.
For a brief moment, I am distracted with all the data analysis and notice my mom walking by. The whole picture and understanding on how things are connected is starting to make sense to me. I am now confronted with a choice. I have to decide whether to continue trying to solve the mystery or if I want to catch up with my mom to see her again. I decide nothing is more important than reaching my mom. I just have to trust I will retain what I need to retain so I put down all the information I have gathered and call out to my mom who is walking up a flight of stairs in an outdoor walkway which lead to the top of a hill. The street is narrow with buildings on both sides and plants and grasses along the walk. The hill has a steep pitch but she is doing what she can to take each step one at a time. Although I am calling out to her my voice is simply not loud enough to carry and she does not hear me. I call and call but nothing. I worry once she reaches the top of the hill and is past my line of sight I will miss her altogether.
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I never really catch up to my mom and I wasn’t able to bring back the mystery. The only thing which was very clear in my mind was that it all made perfect sense even with the presence of the demon. It seemed to make sense.
Last nights dream was very emotional. In the dream I am at an MKP type of event where we have been asked to participate in a ceremony. I am so not having it. I tell them I don’t want to be part of the group anymore and to count me out. I list out the many ways I am in disagreement with the things they do. What I didn’t realize is my essence is intrinsically tied to the the group. So when it comes time for me them to go on stage to perform I am there with them in the background showing my discontent. The whole thing becomes part of the storyline. In essence they got me to play my role in true form.
After it is all said and done the work needed to get me to the other side doesn’t seem excessive. There is a woman from the Good Will Store who is collecting donations. I see her and immediately think to donate from my stash of unused things. She is collecting Toys for Tots. I walk around my place gathering items as she followsclose behind. I narrate the story of each item to her. There are stuffed animals of all kinds I gather for her cause.
I open a cabinet and find two baby blue piggy banks. They look like a pretend television set and a pretend car both around the same size. As the memory of the story related to the piggy banks streams into my consciousness, I begin to well up inside with emotion. I go into the TV set recalling the memories within it. Inside the TV set is a pink toy computer. It has distinct ridges and the appearance of a real computer with its USB connections. This pink computer was my moms toy. I break down into full tears. I can feel the connection with my mom as my hand touches the ridges of the computer.
I pause in the narration of the story behind the items to recompose myself. I tell her the biggy banks might be too large for her to carry now but she is welcome to come back for them.
I want to go see my mom. She offer me a ride to Glendale in her car where I can visit with my mom. The car we are in can fly. We stop at the gas station at Pacific and Stocker in Glendale. Her driver tells me this is as far as they can take me and I will have to walk the rest of the journey myself. Knowing my mom lives just round the corner I get out and thank them.
As I cross the street I notice storm clouds on the horizon with what looks to be heavy rain headed my way. I need to reach my moms house before the downpour comes. Without a second thought I decide to fly instead of walk. I take to the sky with no problem at all. After I am high up in the sky I can see from this vantage the magnitude of the storm headed my way and realize I have never flown in the rain. For this reason I have reservations regarding my safety.
I can see my moms house in the distance and i try to descend but the winds are kicking me up higher and higher. I am forced to come in for a landing with a very steep descent. I touch down safely at my moms house. Relieved I open my eyes.
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.
I had a dream where I am trying to coordinate a flight with my ex Joe. I have to find a place to park my car but the airport parking lot is full and I'm told by the parking attendant that there is a detour and he advises me to…
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.
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. …
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.