Last night’s dream was super cool. It reminded me of an episode of Harry Potter. In the dream, I discover a pattern to make money. I have observed people often drop dollar bills at the metro. The dollars fall into the cracks in between the floor tiles. Most are in a rush to get to where they are going so they are completely oblivious to the treasures that lie at their feet. On this day and every day, I rummage through the tiles on the platform looking for lost treasures. It is my lucky day. I find many $20 dollar bills. People are finding out about my good fortune and want in on my secret but they just haven’t got the knack of looking in between the tiles. You also want to wait long enough for the person who dropped the dollar bill to be gone so you are not considered stealing. The items have to be lost for the finder to pick them up and consider them his own treasures.
I repeat my daily routine of scouring the platform for lost dollars. On a subsequent day, I discover a small box someone has left behind. I look into the box and see a wad of cash. I’ve hit the jackpot. I quickly check to make sure this qualifies as lost. There is so much cash here and other treasures I am having trouble finding a place to put them on my person. My pockets are stuffed full. A few of my follows grab a couple items to help me haul them off.
My name is David Butler and I work in a castle as a teacher of archaeology. I also have a store front in the castle where I sell some of my found treasure which I’ve determined can be sold. On this day a student arrives unexpectedly early and takes the liberty of opening the storefront windows revealing my artifacts from the previous day. I tell her I am still in the process of cataloging the items. I am particularly interested in the wad of dough. The dollar bills are not of this epoch. The symbols and faces on the money are from a time long ago. The symbols are animated just like the pictures in a Harry Potter movie. From watching David Butler work it become apparent he is not interested in the value of the items but is mainly interested in the message the items communicate much like reading a tarot deck. One of the bills has a 3D image of 3 swords. David pulls one of the swards out of the dollar bill to measure it. He hesitates for a moment realizing this is a big one.
He is now secretly planning a spectacular event to show off his findings. The dresses up as a night with armor and a veiled face. His fail is made of animal fur. He looks at me and shows me his sward and banner, implying he is expecting feedback on how he looks. I on the other hand am captivated by the man in furr. I respond, I’m interested more in the man.
He takes off to position himself in the castle for the opening festivities. He is so high on the euphoria of his find he is unable to land. His excitement has caused him to take flight. To solve this he reaches for his long sword and point it to the ground. The tip of the sword touches the top step of the baluster anchoring him firmly to the castle.
This is David Butler.
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This was such a dramatic dream. It also felt so real when I was there especially when we were in the castle and his work area. What was very interesting to me in the dream was when the dream morphed and I went from being the main character to that of the observer. It seemed to happen when I reached a point where I was more interested in learning about what it is I am doing in the dream that my consciousness moved to a position of observer. This split also coincided with the revelation that David Butler was more interested in what he was learning from the objects (the symbols on the bills) than the value of the bills themselves. This is also when the character took on the identity of David Butler. I don’t know where the name came from but it was very loud and clear. The climax of course was when David Bulter laid down his sword on the baluster to touch the earth.
Phenomenal simply phenomenal!!
I’m going to put this in the romance category because of the word armor. I think this is a play on words with amore which means love in Italian. When I told him I was more interested in the man under the fur it felt very sexual and intimate and the sword lent itself to the part of a man. At the moment when I responded I felt the dream was hinting at a love to come my way.
Definition of butler. 1 : a manservant having charge of the wines and liquors. 2 : the chief male servant of a household who has charge of other employees, receives guests, directs the serving of meals, and performs various personal services.
In last night’s dream I am with my MKP group at a retreat. There are many activities planned for the weekend. At the very end there is a ceremonial reception for the MKP Members and their guests. I walk into the auditorium thinking I’ve done this before so I should remember the routine but there is a laissez faire attitude about me where I am not really concerned about getting it right. I simply want things to unfold naturally without my input. Someone comes to assist the new initiates get to where they need to be. Since I am haphazard, I enter through the door where family, friends and other invites are to enter and be seated. I decide to help out with the initiates since now that I have entered through the wrong door I will have to make my way to the member waiting area so I may as well help them make there way to the secret area. I remember there is a door one can use from this side to access the other side. As I am about to escort the initiate through the secret door my cousin Jeanette appears unexpectedly. She is excited to see me and say hello. I pause for a minute to greet her and introduce her to the initiate. In doing so, I become aware of the ceremonial robe I am wearing which is my Halloween Cloak.
After a short greeting Jeanette retreats to the guest area to view the ceremony and I continue on with the initiate to escort him to the designated area where the members wait. Passing through the door we walk down a dark corridor. I reach for my cell phone so it may light my path and upon looking at it, I can see it is smaller and of a higher technology than the one I remember having in real life. When did I change my phone? I can not recall ordering a new phone so this must not be my phone yet it seems to respond to me as if it were my cell phone. Intrigued, I examine it carefully and think back to the last place where I charged my phone. It was in the member waiting area where we are going now. I will attempt to retrieve my cell phone and leave this one in its place as someone may be looking for it.
Now in the member waiting area, I look around for my charger and phone. Not finding the charger I pat down my pockets again for a second time and feel the cell phone in my right hand side. I reach in and retrieve the cell phone. Looking at it, It is in fact my cell phone. With the other hand I reach in to retrieve the other cell phone and notice it is now only the box it came in with the shrink wrap plastic.
At the end of the ceremony everyone is invited to take with them any left over food. I have a particular interest in the fruit pies. They must have been a big hit because they are pretty much all gone. I decide not to take anything back with me because nothing can substitute for apple crumb and peach pie.
~~~~~~~~ DREAM ENDS
After waking up and thinking about the dream two things really struck me, the Halloween Cloak and the cell phone. First off cell phone always are an indication my guardian angel Jennifer is near by. It wasn’t until that thought crossed my mind that I equated Jeannette with Jennifer since they both sound similar. My mind went back to the first dream where my Guardian Angel Jennifer gave me a cell phone I can use to call her anytime I need her.
Here is the original dream when Jennifer first showed up. Taken from my book, In the Course of a Dream, Emmanuel For Love pg 97.
In Case You Need Me, Speed Dial 4 on Your Cell Phone
am at a county fair where we are guests at a hotel. One of the rooms in the hotel has dining
tables that are laid out with orange and red tablecloths. Each table has a center piece that is
garnished with pieces of dried fruit.
Adjacent to this room is an outdoor white cloth tent where they store
fruit that they have grown organically.
Each type of fruit is stored in its own personal wooden crate. It reminds me of something you might see
displayed at Pottery Barn, except that at Pottery Barn they might be selling
fruit scented candles individually packed in their own little crates.
By force of habit, I take the bug spray and
spray the fruit. I am told that I do not
need to do that because the fruit grown here does not have bugs. I am thinking I might have spoiled their
organic crop. I realize my mistake and
quickly discard the bug spray. Far away
in an adjacent tent, I can see that there is a black lioness who is giving
birth to her cub.
I felt a tap on my shoulder which
caused me to awaken suddenly. As I
opened my eyes, beside me was the figure of an old bearded man who sat in a
lotus position on my bed. I instantly
recognized the man to be Sri Yukteswar, who was the Guru of Paramahansa
Yogananda, who in turn was the founder of the Self Realization Fellowship. I was a student of SRF many years ago when I
first ventured away from my Christian upbringing. I had studied with them for about two years
but never went through with their Kriya Yoga initiation. It was through the lessons of SRF and their
many references back to the Bible and other scriptures that gave me a renewed
and fresh appreciation for scripture.
They helped me recognize God as one and the same across all
Sri Yukteswar began talking to me
about the universe and how the number of the universe was 4. I could clearly see his lips moving but I
heard no sound. I laid there puzzled, wondering
why of all people Sri Yukteswar. I could
understand finding Paramahansa on my bed but not Sri Yukteswar. I knew very little about him other than that
he was Paramahansa’s Guru. He kept
talking and talking and making facial expressions. I kept trying to tell him in my mind that I
could not hear him.
can’t hear you; I can only see your lips move.”
would respond, “Yes you can.”
would tell him again, “No, I’m sorry but I can’t hear you; I can only see your
would patiently reply yet again, “Yes, you can hear me.”
back in hindsight, I realize that even though I did not hear anything audibly
with my ears, I did apparently receive his message telepathically, otherwise
how would I have known what his responses were and his message to me about the
properties of the universe. I did not know how that bit of information would
help me until much later when it became apparent that much meaning is hidden in
astrology and numerology.
He finally faded and I rolled over
and fell back to sleep. A couple hours
later, I awoke suddenly to again find him standing beside my bed asking me for
the time. I looked at my wrist watch but since I was not wearing my glasses, I
could not read the time on my watch.
Instead, I held out my arm and tapped my index finger on the face of my
watch, indicating for him to look at it for himself. He apparently did not want to make the effort
himself to look at it but instead wanted me to tell him the time. Knowing he was not going to leave me alone
until I told him the time, I sat up in bed to look over at my alarm clock,
which sat on the nightstand on the other side of my bed. The digital clock read 5:45am. “It’s 5:45am.”
This was the morning for sudden
awakenings because for a third time I would be roused yet again and with magic
and grace given a code by which I would confirm the existence of my guardian
angel. I had been in a dream where I was
with a group of friends. One of my
friends named Jennifer had taken a special interest in me. (In real life, I do not have a friend named
Jennifer) She gave me a cell phone that had her phone number preprogrammed in
it so that I could call upon her any time I needed her for any reason. She then showed me how, by simply pushing a
single button, it would autodial and connect me with her.
I was standing there with her, she pushed the button to test the phone. In that same moment in real life, I awoke
suddenly. Without even thinking, I
reached over to grab my voice recorder to record the details of the dream I had
just had regarding the preprogrammed cell phone. As I got to the part where I recorded,
“….and she tested it by pushing the button like this,” my real phone on my
nightstand rang. The sound of the phone ringing was captured on my voice
recorder. I did not answer it because it
was too early in the morning so I assumed it had to be a wrong number. I also did not correlate the testing of the
preprogrammed cell phone with the synchronicity of my real phone ringing at
precisely the same time.
was not until later that day when I went to journal my dream into my computer
that I replayed my voice recording and heard the phone ringing in the
background. Then the synchronicity behind it all hit me. Mysteriously, ever since then whenever I have
dreamt about my guardian angel and have gone to journal the dream, the message
indicator on my cell phone would beep to let me know that I have a
message. It would beep at precisely the
right time and not as a result of having been moved such that it had come into
did not know if my cell phone was faulty, but it could go the entire day and
not beep at all to let me know that I have a message. It always beeped at precisely the right time
to let me know my guardian angel was with me.
We are the fruit of the vine. We are spirit having a human experience. That experience can never adversely affect
our spirit no matter what it is that we experience. We are bug-proof. Our fruit may dry and be
boxed away but our mother, the lioness, is continually giving birth to its
Since that dream, I have learned
from one of my spirit guides that Jennifer, whose name is actually Guinevere
(which means “white fay” or “white ghost”), is in fact my guardian angel. I have one spirit guide named Felicity who is
around me all the time. She reminds me
of my older sister. She has shoulder
length straight hair and short bangs down to her eyebrows. Her hair curls forward as it comes to rest
upon her shoulders. She has a signature
trait of closing her eyes and softly shaking her head from side to side like in
the shampoo commercials. In the etheric
world, her hair moves with great body and bounce as if in slow motion. Every time I see her, she does her signature
move as it has a way of pacifying me.
As I am sure you might be wondering,
I would like to share here how I came to know their names. For a long time, I did not know. I just recognized my spirit guides as
nameless, simply having seen them before.
It happened one day in a guided meditation that was ironically titled,
“Channeling Your Spirit Guides.” While
focused inward on my third eye in that meditation, I had a vision where my
spirit guide came and did the little thing she always does with her hair. I had my headphones on, listening to the
guided meditation, and on the recording as if on queue it said, “If you should
see any of your spirit guides simply ask them their name.” So I did. To my surprise, I heard a voice say, “My name
yet knowing I had to take advantage of this moment, I asked her to please also
tell me the name of my guardian angel, to which I heard the voice say, “Don’t
you remember? Her name is Jennifer and she is the one that calls you on the
had not equated Jennifer with an angel. In the dream she appeared simply as a
person and not as an angel. Recalling
the memory of Jennifer from the dream and the times when my guardian angel had
appeared, it suddenly rang true. I had a
moment of clarity and I remembered all the places I had seen her in visions and
dreams and I knew Felicity was telling the truth. She was the same person.
Angels do not always appear in visions or dreams in their winged form. They come to teach a lesson and will appear in whatever form necessary to carry the intended message. One must look to the soul of the person or spirit to know who is there.
As I read this now for the first time I am in amazement. It has been 10 years at least since I’ve re-read my own words from my book. What struck me were two things, the numerology and lioness having her cub. First I am currently unemployed trying to find a job. ….. SO HERE IS WHERE THE MIRACLE HAPPENED…….. the phone rang my cell phone and it was a job offer. I am no longer unemployed. I didn’t even have time to connect all the other dots. The coincidence that my original dream had the lioness giving birth to her cub and here I am about to have a baby in just a little more than 2 month. The fruit from the original dream and the fruit pies from the second dream. The initiates and the initiation into Kryia Yoga. Bizarre similarities including the phone call ushering hope that my Guardian Angel has not abandoned me at my time of greatest need.
And here I was going to translate this as simply message of faith. God has a greater plan. Well now I can say God definitely has a greater plan and a new job and that lioness is about to give birth to a little cub. AMEN AND AMEN!!
In last night’s dream I am with a group of friends. We normally hang out and eat at a restaurant. I am feeling a bit disconnected from the group not really knowing what has been on the agenda or what they have been planning recently. It feels like I have been away for sometime.
I become aware of a person who has been stalking the group with very large arrows. The arrows are thick like walking sticks. I am heading over to meet the guys for lunch when the stalker comes into focus. He is a grown man, shirtless, with long darj hair. He sits on billowing clouds that look like cotton balls. He has what appears to be white cotton wings. He grabs for his bow and shoots an arrow in my direction but misses. Angered by his threat, I reach up and grab the arrow. I examine the arrow carefully. It has a white leathery sheath and twine which holds the sheath against the inner wood of the arrow. I notice the tip is a blunt rubber which could not kill or injure anyone. I look up at him and he looks at me. Wanting to communicate with him I hold his arrow up to him and break the arrow against my knee. The arrow breaks but the leather sheath keeps the arrow from coming apart.
I peak in the arrow and notice the arrow is reinforced with a strap much like you would have on a back pack to secure around your shoulders. I want to split the inner strap but without a pair of scissors it would be would be impossible to separate. The arrow is collapsed down in two pieces securely connected by the leather sheath, twine and straps.
I continue on my way looking around at what this angelic being has done to the neighborhood. What threats has he been placing in the community? I now see my dad who is a very young man. How did my dad get here if he is already passed away. I presume my mother must be here too.
Having been distracted for a while dealing with the Archer, I receive a message from my group requesting I join them for lunch at Teds Bulletin. How interesting to have been called. I feel wanted and desired. The group wants specifically to include me. I am a part of. Having always felt like a loner I am a touched by the invitation.
I head over to their table at the restaurant and look around for a seat to occupy. There are several men already here scattered among two rectangular tables. Should I sit on the end or in the middle? I am inclined to sit on the end but something tells me to look under the table. I do so and notice the men are wearing loose billowing shorts which barely hide their privates. Some are so scanty their privates are in full view. Feeling more at ease I decide to sit at center of the first table. I sit back relax and cross my legs and realize I too am exposing my privates. My shorts are a vibrant blue color and the prettiest shorts at the table but they don’t do a very good job of concealing my privates.
Last night’s dream was very unusual. I remember entering into a small stone room and looking for a corner against which to lean on for support. I had a feeling something was about to change and I needed to have my bearings. I take a seat in the corner with on hand each on opposing walls. As soon as I placed my palms on the walls the room began to shift and turn as if I was on some kind of ride. Back and forth up and down and rotated in every direction. The turns felt like they were measured with precision according to some master plan on how I was to realign myself.
In the end, I get up to stand and realize I am missing a ticket to pay for the alignment. Everyone has to have one. I am offered a box of postage stamps which are used as tickets. They belong to someone else. Without even asking knowing I need to fork over a ticket I reach for one of the stamps and offer it up as compensation for the change.
~~~~ DREAM ENDS.
When I was in the process of waking up I recall feeling the turns and thinking to myself, “Here comes another one.” I also wondered how many more turns would I need before I could wake up from the dream. I knew it was an unusual dream so I didn’t want to rush it.
When I finally did wake up I felt like some major shift had just happened in my life. As if the whole universe shifted to accommodate this change that just occurred.
This vision happened yesterday when I laid down to take a cat nap. I was feeling very tired and shortly after closing my eyes and before falling into dreamland I began seeing scenes play out. Not uncommon for me to see images like this what was a first is the images were animated sketches. I viewed entire scenes play out with these people and picturesque settings with trees and nature. People going about their daily lives out in what appeared to be a nature setting. I’ve never seen sketch art in my dream and for it to be animated I thought of the level of efforts and creativity my minds eye had to exercise to create such a thing.
The scenes were playing out a a very rapid speed and in some places scenes were spliced together to create of change of scenery. It was like a coming together of various ideas to create something new.
The scenes reminded me of the music video for the 1984 song Take On Me by A-Ha
Lyrics – Take On Me – A-Ha 1984
We're talking away I don't know what I'm to say I'll say it anyway Today's another day to find you Shying away I'll be coming for your love, okay?
Take on me (take on me) Take me on (take on me) I'll be gone In a day or two
So needless to say I'm odds and ends But I'll be stumbling away Slowly learning that life is okay Say after me It's no better to be safe than sorry
Take on me (take on me) Take me on (take on me) I'll be gone In a day or two
Last Night’s dream felt like a continuation of my night from the 6th. I had gone out to the Green Lantern to take in some of the Pride festivities. I met Robert there. In the dream I am with Robert trying to find his shirt. I suggest while he is looking for an appropriate shirt to wear he should sample the Fish Bread. It is a yellow pound cake that looks like a yellow tuna. Others at around us are expressing disinterest in the bread. I remark to Robert. What do they expect for $6 dollars inferring it is good bread for the price.
~~~~~~ DREAM ENDS
Although the dream was short the evening seemed to simply go on from real life to the dream where it picked back up seamlessly like the pages of a book. I remember thinking how real the it felt in the dream. It made me question whether I had really gone to the Green Lantern of if that too was simply part of a dream.
I never knew such a thing existed as fish bread but I found pictures online.
In last night’s dream I am given a double cassette tape which contains cyber code someone wants me to evaluate. I am suspicious of the methods by which it was given to me. I’ve never seen code on a cassette tape. I open the jewel cassette case to reveal the two tapes inside. The cassettes illuminate a beautiful lime green color. I think they are too beautiful to be malicious but I am still not convinced. The packaging is extremely high tech. I take the tape and tell them I will get back to them with my response but in truth I just want to get away from them just in case they have a malicious motive. I see my old boss Juan come by and he tells me I can take an alternate route. It is a route I’ve never driven down before. He says while on the route, I can visit a lodge that sits along the road. He tells me they have many activities I can take part in. He smiles and remarks it is frequented by a group of red headed men. I am riding my motorcycle while he is walking. I tell him he is welcome to ride on the back of my cycle but I don’t have a helmet for him to wear. He says he is just going to enjoy a leisurely walk and will meet me there.
Evading my pursuers who had given me the tape I arrive at the lodge and walk in. Immediately I see a bunch of red headed men. They are beautiful Norwegian and Scandinavian men. I love red heads so I feel like I have died and gone to heaven. They are woodsmen with messy long vibrant red hair and beautiful flowing beards. They welcome me and invite me to look around.
I decide to explore the lodge and all the rooms including some of the dormitories for the residents. I enter one large room where a couple of black men are seated with their dogs. The dogs are chows. The chows are digging in sandboxes appearing to have a good time. The men are seated looking out 4 extremely large windows.
I continue on and run into Juan again. He tells me they teach music here and he encourages me to take a look at the music room. I walk around and come upon a room with many pianos some are smaller for kids to play and others are full sized. There is also a large bucket at the entrance with many woodwind instruments. All are welcome to enter and play a woodwind. The space is small but very welcoming. A Jamaican lady with a headdress is inside teaching a little boy to play the piano.
As I am readying to leave, I stop at the reception desk where two women are talking about their volunteer work. All the people here apparently volunteer their time for the benefit of the lodge. I think I too would like to be a part of this place.
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.
~~~~~~~~~ DREAM ENDS
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.
~~~~~~ DREAM ENDS
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.
~~~~~ DREAM ENDS
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.