I had a dream where I was lucid. A part of me knows this is not a dream but instead I am actually in an alternate reality. I realize I am on a space ship that is about to land on its home planet. Knowing I am experiencing something that I have always dreamed of experiencing I take advantage of my lucid state and closely examine, validate and test everything I see. I look closely out the windows to the dry desert landscape below. I closely examine the make up of the space ship. It is not made of metal but instead of a very light cardboard type substance that is extremely durable. The ship is a metallic green color. The windows are very large such that observation is the purpose of the windows. I can see that this planet has streets and fairways very similar to those you’d expect to find on earth. In otherwords, people here have similar needs as those on earth. This is a newly populated planet. I can see clearly that the technology here far exceeds that of earth. The cars are made to resist accidental damage. I have been invited here to help establish the first colonies on this planet. I ask someone, “What planet is this?” To this question, I receive no verbal response, yet a part of me knows everything about this place in the universe. It is completely and totally known to me. We debark from the craft and enter a building complex adjacent to the landing pad. Everything here is new. I’m shown where I will live. My family is with me.
This dream was very colorful and extremely detailed. We are building a new high rise circular tower building. The building is the tallest building planned for the skyline. I watch them as they dig down into the core of the earth to secure its foundation. I notice that at the earth’s core it is frozen like the polar ice caps. They are melting the ice at the earth’s core and laying tiles down with a chemical adhesive. In the waters of the earth the construction workers find a small crocodile which is now displaced by the construction of the building. There is a gigantic crane they have on site. A priest comes and places a cross at the top of the crane so as to bless the building as it is being erected. As the building nears completions and the office spaces are being readied, I walk the corridors wondering where my office space will be. I consider the position I hold which is a highly ranked position. From this, I can deduce that the office space that I will be given will have a spectacular view since most of the offices face exterior windows. In these last days, I have been sleeping at the office. I have personal space set aside where I have laid my bed. They are connecting computers and workstations. Many of the walls of the office are movable. The day finally comes around for the grand unveiling. It is at night, I can see the building at night with all the beautiful spot lights focused on the building. The lights they are using are lavender and blue with red hues. It is the most beautiful sight I have ever seen. There is a great sense of pride in its accomplishment.
When I got to work the thing that stuck out in the dream most was the cross that was affixed to the top of the crane. I looked for a picture of a building crane on Wikipedia and noticed that under ancient crane it showed one used for building the Tower of Babel. Following the link to the Tower of Babel I noticed that that tower like the one in my dream was circular in shape which I thought was an interesting coincidence. I’m sure there is something here I need to know.
The holidays are often a difficult time for some. I fell into this category this holiday season. Being away from family and not having a special someone in my life has made for a somewhat lonely season. I’ve tried to busy myself with friends and chores. I can say my house is spotless including my oven inside and out. All my laundry is done, the beds are all made with clean sheets and the aquariums have all had their change of water. I’ve been doing anything and everything to keep myself busy. I have now settled into a little routine. With the basement being just a tad too cold for comfort I have moved my writing and night hours upstairs to my spare bedroom. I have pulled out my comfy pajamas and a nice reading lamp. Oh it is so comfortable. Butters, Sable and me all curled up. Life is good even when you are alone.
My best friend Daniel to whom I dedicated my book has been visiting me recently in my dreams. In his most recent appearance, we were looking for burial plots and attending burial open houses all in an effort to secure us the best burial plots where we can all be together for eternity. In talking, he begins telling me of his last trip to Mexico. He describes the beaches so perfectly placing a mental image of the scenes in my mind which he is describing. These are beaches I know to be in middle earth. I’m worried that he hasn’t been eating properly. He responds by giving me a platter full of French Fries. I then realize that his description of his last trip to Mexico took place just months before his death and that he is already dead. I realize that the scenes I’m witnessing are of his last days on earth. I then realize that his appearance in my dream is also a vision, a scene placed in my mind.
In this dream I am taking several courses in preparation for my Ph.D. One of these courses is an advanced math class dealing with complex shapes and patterns. I’m told I need to prepare for an exam. I don’t even remember having attended any of the classes. I’m told I already know the material covered and if I was to just look at the questions I would be able to answer them with the knowledge I already have. I sit down looking for a way out because I don’t believe I am prepared for this. I’m thinking of ways I might cheat. After looking at the questions they are questions that are more life based than theory based. I realize that all I have to do is apply life experience to the questions to answer them effectively. There are others in my class. I want to get the best grade possible but I don’t seem to have patience enough to sit through the exam and call up my experience. It requires a slow methodical approach.
In this dream I am witness to my own processes. This person who I am watching (me) is an expert at entering and exiting shifting realities. I watch him as he enters and embodies the physical realm. He works as a team many of who stay behind in the other dimension to monitor his progress. They then go in and try to find him to recover his soul. His soul is encapsulated in a copper bar. The copper bar is not on him but is within the system he entered. In this one instance, he enters into another reality and becomes a red head boy. I watch the process as the others then go in to try to locate the boy and recover his soul. Each time they are successful. He knows his work well. I seem to have all knowledge they share as though I am in their mind. Wanting to insert myself in one of these reality shifts I position my observer self where the next reality shift is to occur. As if programmed, I carry out the instructions. I am hiding in a closet as the shift begins to occur. I descend into this new reality not knowing what to expect. I am immediately discovered by those present. I think I was expecting to be invisible to them but I wasn’t. There are more people keyed in to the truth than I had originally expected. They know why I’m here. I am in someone’s bedroom where I decide to change something in this new reality. I decide to open a window. I’m worried that the change I made might be too obvious but I’m reassured that the change I made is acceptable. I then get a phone call. It is the phone call that determines where I am in the system. They then recover my copper bar containing my soul. I’m amazed at how all the events are orchestrated with such precision.
I had a dream in which there were a group of sticky people who would stick to you and assimilate you. Their sticky nature was seen as a sexual act. If they stick to you, you in essence become them and you look to stick to others to spread your new cohesive nature. I was now one of them helping spread their intentions. They are cunning and have scissor hands with which to protect themselves. In the middle of this dream I awoke and there above my bed was floating the image of a man wearing a cowboy hat. From his right pupil I could see a red beam of light as if he had locked onto me as he would a target. He is the one who placed this dream in my mind.
This past weekend I gave my first talk on my book which was held at the Martin Luther King Library in downtown DC. It was organized by Sheila Cash who is the organizer for the DC Metro Metaphysics and Enlightenment Group. The talk lasted for about an hour and 20 min and about 30 people were in attendance. The talk was well received with great feedback. I didn’t prepare much in advance I simply allowed the talk to flow naturally. I was very relaxed. All in all it was a great experience. I even sold a few books and made a few new friends.
Your talk was extraordinary! You are an incredible speaker……..sincere, humble, interesting and engaging! Thanx so much!
These were incredible dreams as usual. I was having a dream where I am in a movie theatre. As I’m waiting for the movie to begin I notice it is awfully dark. It then occurs to me to stick my hands in front of my face to see if I can see them. I immediately become lucid. I then notice that the further from me that I place my hands my hands seem to disappear with distance. Wanting to disappear myself into the unknown matrix before me I decide to move forward into the disappearing unknown. I then have a false awakening yet I remain within the theatre. I can’t seem to move. I’m stuck as if I am being held down by some invisible force. I relax and mediate knowing I’ve been able to trigger an out of body experience before under these circumstances. I manage to move forward just a few inches. I then realize if I can’t move forward let me grab on to whatever is in front of me and pull back into my reality. I then leap forward grabbing whatever I can and immediately pull back.
I immediately awoke from the dream. Held tightly in my arms was the spirit of a man. He looked at me in shock and said to me, “…but you died?” “I am not dead,” I said. I allowed him to look around at my world for a few moments then I gently guided him back into the dimension from where he came.
I then meditated and gently returned to the wakeful dream. I then heard him telling others about his vision of me and how I had died and had now come back as a ghost. As he is saying this to the others I appear in their world. I am now apparently a ghost within their world. They showed me how I had died. I had been pushed out of a moving vehicle. My body went rolling down a mountainous ravine. I relived the painful event as they recounted the story and when my spirit left my body I awoke in another dimension. It was a beautiful and peaceful experience even though the death was very tragic and very painful. I somehow knew it was meant to happen that way. I welcomed my death. I was shown around my celestial home where many were congregating to greet me on my return. It felt like a mystical place in India with many scents and musical tones. I then heard the sound of a baby cry in the distance. I understood their language even though it was not English. I understood it to be my native tongue.
I could now see the baby who was wearing bangles on my wrists, waist and feet. He was learning to stand up on his own and walk. I somehow knew this child to be the Little Buddha. I asked to see him. I wanted to hold him and meet him. I felt he was being concealed by his family for reasons unknown to me. His importance was shrouded in great secrecy. No one knew, but I somehow knew the truth. I was allowed to go over and hold him in my arms. He seemed to want to cling to me as if I was its mother. As I gave him back he made one final gesture by out stretching his little hand toward me. I grabbed his little hand and immediately dropped into a painful state of ecstasy. There was great joy and bliss to be found in the pain. It was like nothing I had ever felt before in my life.
I was then given a tour of this celestial home. I was taken to meet an androgynous being who reminded me of a Hindu god. He was so peaceful I felt his bliss. Streams of light flowed from his body. He looked at me with endearing and passionate eyes. His story he did tell me in a single glance. I then knew he was the Buddha. I was then allowed to choose a souvenir to bring back with me. I chose a thimble. In the thimble I had concealed the etheric essence of this celestial world. They caught on to what I was trying to do. So they took the thimble from me and removed the spiritual embers that burned with passion within the thimble. They said I could not take them with me for their home was in the heavens, so they emptied the thimble and handed it back to me.
They then said that instead they would allow me to bring back a secret. They walked me down a long corridor to a room with a double door. They opened the doors to reveal the system responsible for the physical laws required to achieve interstellar travel. He said I could reproduce this system on earth. My eyes must have bulged out 10 times their normal size. “Are you kidding me? I’m not a physicist,” I said. He replied, “But I just gave you the secret, would you like me to show that to you again?” I said, “You better because I don’t know what you are talking about.” He then showed me a model simulation that would make it easier for me to understand. It looked something like a lava lamp with electrical impulses that flowed through the interstellar medium similar to a light bulb. I understood the interior space to represent outer space. I could see the luminous jelly like space ships within the lava lamp taking their needed energy from the space within. Underneath the belly of each craft was a spinning wheel that spun rhythmically with sacred geometry and the light stream of consciousness.
In the story of the Little Buddha, a Hindu Prince called Siddhartha embarks on a journey to attain enlightenment and is viewed by the children in the Story. Mara, a jealous demon, senses that Siddhartha (Keanu Reeves) is about to attain enlightenment and sends his daughters to distract him. Failing to do so, he attempts to shatter Siddhartha’s resolve and thus begins an onslaught of threats, intimidation and temptation. Mara summons a terrifying horde of monsters of every conceivable description but even something as horrific as this still leaves Siddhartha unmoved, unperturbed. Instead he transforms the weapons which these hosts threw at him into lotus petals which exude a lovely fragrance as they gently floated down to earth. Mara decides that Siddhartha will not deny himself and turns into his image in a reflection on a pool of water. Instead Siddhartha reaches and pulls the image out of the water. The classic Buddhist dialogue between Mara and Siddhartha takes place:
Mara: “You who go where others dare not; Will you be my God? The architect of my house?” Siddhartha: “Finally I meet the illusion of self; Your evil house will not be built again.” Mara: “But you live in me; I am your house.” Siddhartha: “O, trickster; phantom of my own ego, you are pure illusion. You, self, do not exist. The earth is my witness to this Supreme Enlightenment.”
Lama Norbu explains that Siddhartha defeated an army of demons, simply through his observance of patience and tolerance. He achieved great peacefulness and compassion, through self-detachment from illusions.
I was currious why of all things I had chosen a thimble to bring back. So I went to my trusted Wikipedia and learned that thimbles were used to measure spirits. Interesting play on words.
I was also unfamiliar with the exact meaning of Interstellar so I promptly looked it up on Wikipedia which lead me to Interstellar Medium.
Before modern electromagnetic theory early physicists postulated that an invisible luminiferous aether existed as a medium to carry lightwaves. It was assumed that this aether extended into interstellar space, as R. H. Patterson wrote in 1862, “This efflux occasions a thrill, or vibratory motion, in the ether which fills the interstellar spaces” (Ess. Hist. & Art 10).
In the late 19th century, luminiferous aether (or ether), meaning light-bearing aether, was the term used to describe a medium for the propagation of light. The word aether stems via Latin from the Greek αἰθήρ, from a root meaning to kindle, burn, or shine. It signified the substance thought in ancient times to fill the upper regions of space, beyond the clouds.
Later theories including special relativity were formulated without the concept of aether. Today the aether is regarded as a superseded scientific theory.
Maybe it is time we revisit those old theories. They may hold more truth than our skeptical minds assume.
Last night’s dream was most interesting. I find myself on the fifth floor of a school house. Strangely I’m able to see through the walls and floors of the building. We have been tasked to re-arrange the furniture in such a way that would allow for the maintenance crew to easily access the interior spaces of the building. In re-arranging the furniture, I notice that as I re-arrange the furniture on my floor the furniture on the lower floors is also mysteriously re-arranged as if there is a trickle down effect. I realize my approach to re-arranging the furniture must be with an awareness of the global affect on all floors. Now with the ability to see the overall picture, I become aware that the arrangement I’ve chosen makes it impossible for the maintenance people to come in and do their work because the entrances to the living quarters are blocked on the lower floors. I’m then told that I have not properly considered how the maintenance people would be entering the building. I had assumed they would be entering through the front door. I’m then told the arrangement does work because the maintenance people are able to enter through the windows on every floor and are not limited to the use of the front door. Even with this description, I have a sense of being trapped. Unhappy with the arrangement I know there must be a better alternative. I determine there is a sofa on my floor that is the cause of the bottleneck and my sense of entrapment. The sofa is lodged tightly between some other furniture pieces. I begin jumping up and down on the sofa attempting to dislodge it when suddenly the sofa becomes dislodged. All the furniture is now floating as if the floors have completely disappeared. All the furniture now moves freely with grace and ease between the many floors.
I am a fraternity pledge. Knowing this I’m now aware that the pledge master of the house has been ruthlessly working his pledges for his own personal interests. I want to expose him and free myself and the others who are under his control. I now have a clear path to freedom. I receive a signal from a fellow pledge who indicates to me that now is the time to run. I know I can fly. I know my powers are now greater and flight is now longer a matter of simply flapping my wings. I have the ability to soar free with merely a thought. I take a deep breath and soar to a point atop a high tower that is many stories tall. I turn to see the pain of my pledge brothers. I must free them. By seeing me, they know they are enslaved. They now know they can be set free. Standing atop the tower, I spread my wings. I can see my shadow upon the ground below and the incredible wingspan. They now know what is possible. Again I spread my wings shaking them and my body vigorously. I see the black talons on my back come loose. I am free.
I woke up and the first thought that entered my mind was that of Peter Pan. The only thing I remembered of the Peter Pan story was that he flew around with Tinker Bell. Outside of that, I knew nothing about Peter Pan. When I arrived at work I looked up the story. I was surprised to find some striking similarities to my dream. Peter Pan lived in Neverland and was the leader of the Lost Boys. Peter had the ability to fly. One night, Peter is spotted and, while trying to escape, he loses his shadow. On returning to re-claim his shadow he meets Wendy who manages to reattach his shadow.
The most apparent thematic thread in the story concerns “growing up” (or not), with the character of Peter wanting to remain a child forever in order to avoid the responsibilities of adulthood. “Peter Pan syndrome” has become a psychiatric term named by Dr. Dan Kiley to describe an adult who is afraid of commitment or refuses to act his age. It is also sometimes used to positively describe an innocent, childlike approach to life.
This seemed an appropriate dream to place here. In the dream I am about to take a shower. I walk into the shower stall and turn on the water. I then notice the stream of water isn’t hitting me. The stream seems to be falling short vanishing in mid air. I step out of the shower to look at this peculiarity from a distance. Sure enough the water stream is vanishing just above where my head would be. Somehow I know the cause of the interference. It is the sonar stream; an intense sound wave that scatters the water and creates a fine mist. I stick my hand in to prove to myself that my hand would be wet if I passed it through the stream. I do so feeling my fingers. Sure enough my fingers are wet. I decide to attempt to take a shower allowing the stream to do its work. I have faith that my body will be cleansed when I am done. Upon stepping out of the shower my partner tells me that he has received an invitation. Knowing there is something strange going on here for which I need more direct answers to I decide to ask him a probing question. I’m now semi-lucid. Turning to him, I ask point-blank, “Where are they inviting you to?” Seemingly confused that I am asking him a probing question, he does not answer. Again I ask him sternly, “Where are they inviting you to?” I hear the sound of my voice clearly as it resonates within me waking me up from out of the dream. I maintain my dream awareness and remain in bed with my eyes closed. Tongue tied he still does not answer looking around not knowing what to do. Knowing I must get an answer from him before the dream slips, I again in an unwavering voice ask him, “WHERE ARE THEY INVITING YOU TO!?!” Somewhat annoyed, he finally answers, “I’m not gay.”