Doors Open

September 7, 2018

Last night I had a dream where I am visiting my mom.  She lives in a luxury high rise building.  Only the exterior of the building is luxurious because people in this place don’t spend much time inside their apartments.  They spend most of the time on their balconies and in the shared living spaces on the exterior of the building.  Visitors are allowed to freely visit the balconies and shared spaces adjacent the private units.  I am taking in the breathtaking view of the skyline.  There is a jogging track that corkscrews around the outside the building.  I am afraid of heights so I decide to stay near the pool.  There are many small pools scattered around the perimeter of the building so that each resident does not have to walk far to find a pool or vista to enjoy.  I walk around and visit several of the units.  The view outside each unit is spectacular.  There is one building in the distance which i recognize.  It is slightly hidden behind dense fog it is the World Trade Center.  I ask the person I’m with,  “Isn’t that the World Trade Center?”  The person with me answers,  “Why YES!” in disbelief not that it it the World Trade Center because the World Trade Center is gone but that I have the ability to see it.

I turn inward to visit with my mom in her unit.  She is counting coins which she has collected during her stay.  Apparently they have a casino in the building.  She tells me she doesn’t know how to play but every time she passes a table she places a coin down and walks away.  The casino has now tracked her down to bring her her winnings.  She has so many coins of all types of denominations including large coins of a very high value.  She is rich and doesn’t know it because she doesn’t understand the value of the coins.

My mom is in a wheelchair and I decide to sit with her and take in one of the views.  I notice the unit she is in is empty with absolutely no furnishings.  Again, people don’t spend much time in their quarters.  I notice the door handle to her unit is handicap accessible in that the door knob is a leaver and is positioned low to the ground.  The door knob keeps falling off when I try to use it.  I tell my mom, “I’m going to have to tell the maintenance man to fix it.”  My mom then says to me, “Why do you need to close the door?”

 

With Honor

August 20, 2018

Last night I had a dream where I am preparing to be married.  There are a number of people around my bed.  I am told I can see my soon to be partner who is a woman.  She stands at the foot of my bed.  They convince me this is my destiny and I am guaranteed protection.  Surprisingly I’m convinced.   I ask how I am to identify my “wife” in the future?  See they are all etheric beings and therefore transparent to me so I’m afraid my “wife” would be hidden from me so I ask If I can place a tattoo on her neck. 

Something jars me awake.  Where’s my protection, I think to myself?  For about 2 seconds as I opened my eyes to find beside my bed was standing a female honor guard.  Her hair is burgundy in color.  She stands at attention guarding over my sleep.

Mum’s Nun But A Moose

Dame’s Portrait Gallery Alanna Wood, Sechelt, BC, CANADA. Bar Nun and Moose

Last night I had a dream where it felt like I was in a silent movie.  No words are spoken.  Everything is communicated in silence.  My friend Dinah is sharing my house with me and has rented one of the rooms.  She has a guest, a man she is interested in who comes to visit.  I examine the locks on the door to ensure she is safe.  It feels like the world is shifting and changing.  I now find myself seating in church pews.  There is a canopy above my head which I secure in front and behind me.  I am now aware of Nuns who are seated in front of me.  They in turn take the canopy and extend it to the pews in front of them.  There are now Nuns seated in front of them.  They too take the canopy and extend it to the seats in front of them.  This goes on several times maybe 5 – 7 times such that it now feels like I’m riding in a bus.  The world is shifting around us except under this canopy.  It feels like we too are moving but we are moving as a collective.

A faerie is seated beside me to my right and below my under arm.  He hands me Moose antlers with the understanding that I am to use them for flight.  I’m a bit confused as I am unsure how I am to use them for this purpose. Do I put them on my head or to I extend my arms?  I extend my had to accept the antlers from the faerie.  As soon as I do their power pulses through my body.

~~~~~ DREAM ENDS

As I sat here trying to remember my dream to journal it.  I thought about what the name would be and what image could possibly go with it.  I wanted to use both the Nun and the Moose in the title but how in the world was I going to find an image.  Well it appears  an artist Alanna Wood has created a work of art that depicts just that?  As I clicked through to the larger image I was drawn to the way the grass is depicted in the image the texture reminded me of the canopy in my dream.  The antlers were very similar.   I also found another picture with  nun holding deer antlers but the antlers didn’t match my dream.  Very interesting similarities.

SYMBOLISM OF MOOSE:

They are symbolic of bravery and dominance. Antlers are a moose’s greatest system of defense. They also come in handy to get the ladies. To explain…during mating season (in the Fall), male moose vie for the attention of the cows (female moose).

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In the previous night when I look at this same screen I am unaware of the roller coaster.  All I know is I am somehow a contributor to this effort.  We have work to do.  As I start reading the screen it contains information on the work being conducted.  I recognize the work and it becomes apparent it is a journal of the work which has been performed to date.  I ask someone nearby if they can confirm my assumption.  The person confirms it is in fact a record of the work conducted.  It somehow feels like a story of my life and my life’s mission.  The record is missing the latest developments and the course for the future.  I begin typing into a tiny keyboard that is very very small.  Someone notices I am struggling with data entry and hands me a cell phone which has voice to text dictation.  I begin using it to input the data stream.

My awareness now returns to the present moment in the dream.   The roller coaster now contains new instructions.  I no longer feel fearful or reluctant to embark on the coaster once again.  I am ready for the ride of my life.

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Last night I find myself within a community of people.  My mom is there in a wheel chair.  She wants so sleep outside in her wheel chair where she can enjoy the fresh air.  I’m concerned about being outside and not in her designated home but I want to do what I can do grant her her desire.  I decide to secure the perimeter and do what I can to make the neighborhood a safe place.  I don’t know where the courage is going to come from to police or enforce my objective.  I tell people who are resistant to my idea.  I am somehow forcing them to adopt my solution and submit to a secure zone.  I come up with an idea to make the proposition mutually beneficial.  The more I give the more I receive.  I demonstrate how it works in building a better place and the small amount of effort that is magnified if everyone is moving toward a common goal by doing what we enjoy doing as long as what we do also have a benefit to a greater and shared goal we all win.  After seeing the benefits for themselves they are eager to participate.

I now see the ladies in their front yards.  Their beautiful golden hair is braided and the sunlight reflecting off their locks reflects pastel colors of the rainbow.  I am pleasantly surprised another added benefit.

Look At Me Bobby

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I had a dream where my mom has a museum where she displays artifacts from history.  The artifacts have religious or spiritual connotations.  Things like tuning bowls, instruments, mandalas etc.  My mom lives in the house behind the museum.  Someone comes into the museum looking for her wanting to borrow my bike. The person is a cousin possibly Victor.  I’m thinking I hope my mom hasn’t started lending out my things to people because these things are things I cherish and have great value and memories tied to them.  I don’t seem to remember how to get to her house.  He tells me they need access to the water lines.  As he is leaving, I tell him,  I am the son of Otilia.  I then discretely follow behind him knowing if I follow him he will lead me to where my mom is or lives.  I may learn more about my mom.  Behind the house is a natural body of water which is very deep.  The water glows orange and yellow in the light of the sun.  He now has lion hair and a furr coat on.  He now reminds me of my cousin Jeannette.  She dives in to retrieve what they need to access the water main.  When she comes out at the other end I tell her she didn’t have to jump in the water with her coat on.  She then takes the coat off to dry it and now she is a man with a beautiful hairy chest.  I think to myself, why would you cover that up his beautiful furry chest with a furr coat?  He rushes off to get his firetruck.  I am looking in the direction where he went waiting to see him return when from behind a truck and trailer approach.  The truck has no sides or top.  I ask him if it is legal to drive around like that.  He gets off the truck and tells me this is his firetruck.

Scenes flash before me like short 3 second movie clips.  Messages from these people come rushing in.  In one clip, I see my son when he is young.  I stop the clip because after all its my dream and I want to see my son.  The dream pauses for just a moment long enough for me to get a good look.

(Click on above image it’s a 3 second clip)

In the time span of a breath I take in his image.  Feeling complete I exhale allowing the dream to continue.  I then see a man who looks at me.  I am still coming off the intense high of seeing my son so I am not paying much attention to anything else.  I feel like I have what I came for.  Again he makes a facial gesture indicating he too has a message for me.  I am still unable to focus.  He looks directly into my eyes and says,  “Look at me.”  I pause long enough for me to get a good look at this man.  The dream ends here as his image slowly fades from my mind.  Who is this man?

~~~~ DREAM ENDS HERE

I then woke up and recorded the details of the dream.  After my coffee I wanted to know who this man was.  Why was it so important for me to look into his eyes.  I said a prayer and walked into my library glancing slowly at the pictures on the shelves.  I wanted to find a picture with someone I can look into their eyes.  I then came to my Grandmothers photograph.  I stared at my Grandma for a few minutes and felt complete.

I then went upstairs to start my day.  The man’s face a man I’ve never seen before yet clear as day in my mind’s eye sat there not wanting to leave me.  I turned on the TV to watch MSNBC.  The news was having a segment honoring Robert F Kennedy.  It was a long segment on his life.  I am slightly annoyed because I want the regular news.  What is going on with Bobby Kennedy today that they are taking so much time recounting his life.  They then turned to a picture of him and OMG it was his face in my dream.  It was his face exactly.

I then went online to look for pictures of him to possibly look into his eyes.  Come to find out today it is the 50th anniversary of his death.  He died 50 years ago at Good Samaritan Hospital in Los Angeles.

My grandmother Simona Camargo also died at Good Samaritan Hospital when I was in the 8th grade probably 1978.  This is the picture I have of my Grandmother in my library.  I worked at Good Samaritan as a candy stripper the summer she died.  My aunt Helen also worked there as a nurse.  I thought it unusual when I came to her picture how perfect it felt to looking into her eyes.  I felt it must have been her.  I thought maybe my grandma came to me as a man in my dream but why would she do that?  Apparently there was so much more to be told.  What is the coincidence that today would be the anniversary of Bobby’s death.  Curious too the image I found online of bobby near the body of water is a 3 second clip much like the clips presented to me in the dream.  Had he possibly been swimming there in that picture?  And apparently he has a hairy chest.  So many coincidences.

I know beyond a shadow of a doubt it was OB I saw before this man showed his face.  Was it then OB all along showing me his firetruck?  I like the picture of Bobby and the little girl.  I imaging myself someday with OB.  I wonder is that was his daughter.  I don’t know much about Bobby Kennedy.  Was OB my Grandma and Bobby all in heaven conspiring to send me messages.  I think so. I am a blessed man to have a direct connection to the higher realms.

May you rest in Peace Bobby.  And to my Grandma I remember you like it was yesterday.  I will never forget you.  Le tengo mucho amor abuelita.

 

Mom, I Love You

The only thing I can remember from today’s dream was as I was waking up.  I felt it time to leave the dream but I didn’t want to leave.  I am sitting close with my mom holding onto her arm.  I tell her how much I love her.  The expression of love is so profound.  I am awe struck at how deep the feeling is.  I don’t want to leave.  I tell her again, Mom I Love You.

Communicate!

I had a dream where again I am at my old job and I realize where my desk is.  I have configured some communications equipment and I am showing someone how to establish the same communication.  I can see the offices and the walls between the offices.  I remember there used to be a bathroom between the wall but I can’t see it now from this vantage point.  I then suddenly find myself in the men’s stall between the walls.

At this point I have a false awakening believing I was somewhere in a men’s room stall.  Having to pee I proceed to pee in the bowl. I then recognize that the water line is unusually high.  As I pee into the bowl I wonder if my urine will cause the bowl to over flow.  The bowl then starts to overflow.  I’m worried that it will affect those others who may possibly be in the rest room with me.  No one wants to step in urine.  As I exit the stall i see someone passing me to leave the restroom.  I ask him if there was a problem to which he says no, no problem.  I then look at the time and recall

I leave out and find myself at a store front similar to the old shops on Alvarado Ave in Downtown Los Angeles.  The shops have display windows as outside before you enter.  The store sells musical instruments.  I can see a beautiful violin in the window.  I notice the deep honey yellow color similar to the color of the urine in the bathroom and also similar to a previous dream.  For a moment something feels out of place.  I notice the time and remember the days when I used to arrive at work at 10 am.  Now I know I start work at 8:30 am.  I wonder where the day’s have gone since I seem to have less time during the day than what I used to have starting my day later in the day.

I then walk into the music store and see some unusual bubbles being blown.  I believe these bubbles are used to make alien space crafts.  They are showing me how the ships take form.

elderly man who is flying in the air so i know he shouldn’t be able to fly in the air the way is doing it.  I immediately take advantage of having seen something that doesn’t square with my reality and walk over to the old man.  As I’m walking over I can see there is a concert that is letting out.  I see my Aunt Lupe walking toward me but she doesn’t notice me.  I look at her and the old man and say why ain’t you looking at me.  I want them to know I am really there.  I demand to be seen.  

 

 

May I Clean Your Chandelier?

Green Room ChandelierI went to bed early last night.  My head was hurting so bad from crying so much over the break of my recent relationship with Lane. I had so many emotions wrapped up in my head that when I was falling asleep I kept hearing voices.  They were the voices of many people. They were so loud and clear that they sounded as if they were in the room with me.  I was so irritated because they would not shut up and they were too many voices at once to distinguish the context of the conversations. 

 

I struggled to wake myself up to stop the voices.  As I would come back into consciousness the voices would stop.  I’d look around my bedroom and see the total darkness and stillness of my bedroom with only a dimmer of light coming in from the street. 

 

Again I would close my eyes and try to fall asleep.  Sleep came quickly and as the sleep paralysis would set in the voices would immediately begin.  Again I’d struggle to wake up to regain control of my body to stop the voices.  Each time I’d reawaken, the voices would immediately stop and I’d come to see the stillness of my bedroom.  This happened several times repeatedly.  The later and more tired I got and deeper I fell into sleep and the harder it became to reawaken myself to stop the voices. 

 

I then began having false awakenings mixed in with the real awakenings.  Eventually I got to the point where I would reawaken to the stillness of my room and immediately close my eyes and enter the false awakening while still fully conscious.  In the false awakenings my bedroom became brighter as if I had night vision; I could see the people in my room; those responsible for the voices.  There were many people present none who I recognized. 

 

I am irritated that these people have given themselves the liberty of invading my personal space.  With my arm I reach out to grab the person closest to me.  I point at each person singling them out one by one to let them know I am aware of their presence and there exact location in my dream.  But like ghosts my physical movements had no effect on them they simply ignored me. I swung my physical arms harder to make them aware of my disapproval.  Finally surrendering to the futility of my efforts, I simply ignored them and fell deeper into the dream. 

 

Angered by their invasion of my personal space, I decide to pick up my belongings and go home.  The only belongings I have here in this dimension are a massive crystal chandelier with many fragile pieces and an avocado green upright Hoover vacuum cleaner just like the one my mom had when I was a kid. I am angry with myself.  Why do I have this chandelier here in the first place?  Why in the world did I remove it from my home to bring it here?  The chandelier has been here for so long and uncared for that the glass is completely tarnished yet I know it still has intrinsic value worth keeping so I must take it home with me.  I’m embarrassed that the crystals are so dirty from neglect.  I grab a cloth sack with a draw string and place the many crystal pieces of varying lengths in the sack. I am careful so as to not break any of them. I carry the sack with caution in front of me.  The vacuum cleaner is sitting on a shelf upside down in a closet.  I grab it by the handle and turn it right side up and proceed to leave.

 

Outside is a woman sitting on the curb.  I know her to be an Angel but in this dream she is without her wings appearing as a regular person.  Since I am lucid, I know her too well.  I recognize her even though she is appearing as a regular person her angelic qualities shine through her pale white skin.  To temper her brilliance she is wearing a black pearl choker.  She is playing with some of the crystals from my chandelier moving them around like chess pieces on the sidewalk.  Apparently I had not retrieved all of the pieces.  She brings light to the dirty pieces exposing them for all to see.

 

At this point I’m angry with God for exposing my vulnerabilities and my dirty crystals and the fact that some have escaped my grasp.  I grab the Angel by her pearl necklace and demand the return of my crystals.  Forcibly I take them from her and release her from my grasp.

 

I am so angry.