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 suddenly find myself in a conversation with someone I have not seen in a long time. I am totally engrossed in the conversation with a single point of focus. I am present for nothing else but to engage in this conversation. I am so deep in thought with him and so happy to share my life with him I blurt out the words, “His name is David”. I am telling him about the baby I am expecting. I have not shared the name or sex of the baby with anyone other than the baby’s gestational mom. Immediately I realize I have given away too much information. I look around me and to the left of where I am sitting is seated my sister who is reading a magazine and not paying attention to the conversation. Her face is hidden behind the magazine. I discretely tell the guy not to share the information because it is supposed to be a secret. In doing this it occurs to me David is not the name I have selected for the baby yet I do not feel the need to correct the record.
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It felt so bizarre to find myself so engrossed in the conversation and slowly becoming aware of my surroundings. Little by little I awakened in the dream to my present life yet everything felt true.
I don’t remember much of last night’s dream which I know there was a lot more to it. I do remember thinking this dream is too complex for me to journal. Mainly the dream was a night of working through logistics what needs to happen when and for what purpose and how it should be set up and effectuated was the general theme. Toward the morning right before I woke up, I found myself at the hospital where baby OB was just delivered. I arrive to see the baby who has already been born. It is the first time I am to hold the baby in my arms. Knowing this is a precious moment to be savored and also worried about how to do it correctly, I reach into the bassinet and place my left hand under the baby’s back and head while my right hand reaches in and scoops the baby up from the bum.
With the weight of the baby in my hands, I recall a conversation with mama Ivy who had bestowed on me a few words of wisdom earlier in real life. She advised I not rush the fun part. The memory of the conversation triggered a lucid state in the dream given OB isn’t due until late August. With the advice in hand, I pause to take in the baby’s facial features. OB’s eyes are wide open and making baby faces as OB looks around the room in every direction as to take in it’s surroundings. I question inwardly whether I have come to OB or if OB has come to me.
In last nights dream, I am away from home at my work site. I see many trucks and construction men around me. They are breaking ground to build a new work site. I become aware of a fissure in the foundation which threatens to divide the site. I somehow know this fissure to be in my house also as it’s effects are felt by the entire neighborhood. I decide to leave the job site and travel back home to secure my belongings. My house is just a few blocks away and adjacent to the job site. There is havoc as people scurry to evacuate the area. The rush of people is causing delays in getting home. A truck driver offers me a ride. Assuming this to be the speediest route home, I accept.
Once in the truck, it becomes apparent he would need to travel the long way around the work site to get to my house. The offer now seems a bit backhanded as it really was of no help to me and is taking me further out of my way. I decide to get off and head back to the parking lot to cut through to the other side. I feel the urgent need to poop but I still have a long way to go. A small wet fart slips out which causes me to soil my pants. While in the parking lot, I ask one of the cleaning ladies if she can offer me a restroom where I can clean up a bit. She offers one of her janitor closets which has a small shallow sink with fresh water and some paper towels. I clean up a bit but notice the poop is alive with fish and tiny animals. It is a muddy river teaming with life. Where the poops runs into the clear waters in the sink I examine the various life forms. There are animals of all kinds. This is not standard poop but poop which must be preserved.
After depositing all the poop into the small utility sink with water I leave to continue my journey home. I have very little time to get there so I decide to travel in somewhat unconventional ways. I assume I must be dreaming and therefore must have special powers within this dream. Taking an example from one of the frogs in the sink I decide to try to leap frog my way out of the parking structure. My leap frogging works and I am able to quickly scale my way out of the parking structure only to find it does not exit out where I need to be. Once again, I am confronted with having to find an alternate route.
The animals from my poop are now fully constituted and offer me other resources and new ideas for getting home. There is one fish who is especially beautiful and a gifted swimmer. Following his intuitive lead, I follow him to my home.
I am secure and safe in bed where I immediately have a false awakening. An Airbnb guest arrives. I hear him enter and walk up the steps to the second level. I get up out of bed knowing I already have a guest in the upstairs bedroom. I am greeted by an Asian man and his 10 yrs old son. Something unusual catches my attention about the Asian man I recognize him from before and if I do it must be a guest who previously stayed with me and is returning. Knowing I haven’t changed the pass-code on the door I assume he simply used the old pass-code to enter the house. The boy runs into my bedroom to play with things in my room as if this was his home. At the top of the stairs I explain to the man I already have a guest staying with me and don’t have available space to accommodate him. I sense he has come for an ulterior motive. I sense he is secretly attracted to me. I can see he is getting an erection in his pants. I don’t think it is a match since I am generally not attracted to Asian men. He excuses himself and proceeds to leave with his son.
It occurs to me to check to see if my son is with me. I return to the my bedroom where his son was playing only to find the infant car seat is empty. I go into a panic wondering where I might have left my child and in who’s care did I leave him. I head downstairs where my nieces are gathered. I suspect one of them might have smuggled my child with them. My niece Ester smiles at me with a mouth full of teeth so white they look fake. She smiles a second time long enough for me to carefully examine her digital teeth. There is something electronic about them. Maybe it is the means she uses to whiten her teeth. As they leave, my niece Daisy is the last to say goodbye. She places her hand on my voicebox and transmits a message like a ventriloquist. I immediately feel the vibration of her voice within my voicebox but the sound is muffled I can not understand the words. The look on her face tells me she is very happy for me and is confident I will find my missing child.
I next walk toward one of my guest bedrooms passing through the kitchen and dinning room where the Asian man’s son is sitting at the table waiting for someone to feed him. Knowing the Asian man must still be in my house I open the other bedroom door. The Asian man is in there but blocks the door from opening fully. All I can see is his face and the baby blue t-shirt he wears. One thing which strikes me are his soft youthful features. I have a feeling my son is with the Asian man.
July 12, 2018 I find myself busy in the dream playing with my dogs and talking to friends. I realize it is my bedtime and I need to retire to my bed yet I still have so much yet to accomplish. I sit on my bed and before I can…
Last night’s dream was a repeating dream as if the dream wanted to make sure I got the message. In the dream, I am readying the baby stroller checking it over and learning how it functions. The documentation on the stroller says it comes with an optional bassinet available at a significantly reduced price. It is not the bassinet I had intended on buying so I am somewhat reluctant to inquire about getting it. Slowly with each iteration of the dream, I become more open minded. Each time looking over the features of the bassinet they offer. The features seem very nice and acceptable but I still have my heart set on a different one which I had previously previously picked out. Again the dream repeats until finally my alarm clock sounds.
I quickly snoozed it pausing for a moment to reflect on the bassinet offered at a significant discount. I am torn between the one I want and the one which is being offered in the dream. As I fell back into my snooze, I see a woman who looks at me as if to ask, “Have you decided yet?” I think she can tell I am having difficulty with this one. A thought comes to her mind and she opens her eyes wide open implying she has a bright idea. Her image disappears when my alarm rings for a second time.
Wanting to know more about the bright idea, I quickly snoozed the alarm. I grabbed the dog gave him some morning kisses and readied myself to receive the gift. I slowly fell back into my dream state where I am now looking through an obfuscated window. The glass on the window is made of honey combs. I can see through the hexagons, through the golden jelly which fills each hexagon and off into the distance where blinking lights seem to be fluttering. As the lights approach the window, I can tell they are not lights but instead flying butterflies or possibly dragonflies. The light is produced by the sun shining on the wings of the butterflies. Their wings are flapping slower than a bee or humming bird. They approach even closer to reveal their little bodies which look more like Tinker Bells. At times the light coming through the honey combs is refracted off the Tinker Bells which reminded me of a kaleidoscope. It was beautiful beyond words. Again my alarm sounds.
I quickly snoozed it yet again feeling I needed more clarity on the vision. I quickly fell back into the dream state. This time, I could see shooting stars falling toward me. Each star when it entered the atmosphere of the night sky in my mind blazed in a splendor of color, yellows, orange and peach tones.
Before the alarm sounded again I knew I had no sleep left. I turned off the alarm and laid in bed meditating on the meaning.
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The subconscious speaks in pictures which are not easily translated. Maybe they are meant to be felt and experienced. Where the images come from I don’t know. What amazes me is the clarity with which the mind can formulate the images with such perfection. I am not an artist with any ability to draw so how does my mind create such things. Simply amazing.
December 19, 2018 In this dream, I am at a party and I meet a guy who I believe on some level is Travis but in the dream I don't know him to be Travis. I would say he feels like Travis. After spending time with him, I feel he…
I had a dream that I was staying up in Angeles Crest in the Angeles National Forest. I want to visit the nearby area so I set off on a pilgrimage down the Crest where I remembered as a child there being an observatory which sat atop a spire. I…
I had fair number of dreams last night where I was very much engaged with the elements of the dream but I can’t quite place my finger on what I was doing. The only thing I can remember is when I woke up to go to the bathroom while I was yet resisting the urge to pee, I had a vision where I can see what is a very magical scene. My awareness is at ground level looking up at a very tall figure elongated from the base to the waist line. The figure is surrounded by what looks like a blue shimmering faerie jelly. It is iridescent with glitter stars all over it. I struggle to look up at the entity. I can see up to it’s waist. Wanting to ascend higher, I relax and allow myself to float up along it’s base. I arrive at the upper body. Upon seeing the head I immediately have a flash of insight, I am seeing myself but what am I doing dressed as a Faerie Godmother? Her wings are infant sized just now growing and developing within the faerie jelly which surrounds her. Her upper body is disproportionate to her lower body which makes me believe she is floating. I am so surprised and awake in a gasp not to mention the sense of urgency around needing to pee is pressing against my bladder.
I immediately get up and head on down to the bathroom. In my head I’m thinking this is a fluke of a dream. Where did that come from? Having done my business I return to bed to cuddle with the dog kissing his head I fall back into the dream. Again I find myself at the base of what is a magical scene. Faerie dust and jelly surrounds me. It feels refreshing and renewing as it cascades over me. I know given the opportunity I must ascend again to see the head. I want to know if what I saw before it in fact correct. Relaxing into this state of consciousness I begin to float up toward the waist. From this new vantage point, I turn to look up at its torso. Again I am astonished to see myself once again playing with this magical jelly floating high above the waist. I must be having a good time all dressing up. How did I get here? What brought me here? I almost feel like when someone walks in on you and surprises you while you are fantasizing and dancing around and you don’t want anyone to see your child like innocence, your playful spirit, an adult being a child. There I stand unnoticed by me yet I know I’m seeing myself. It feels as if someone caught my galavanting on tape and is playing it back to me. The wings are baby wings tiny compared to my size yet I wear them with pride believing I can fly.
Last night’s dream was very bizarre and detailed. In the dream I have been frequenting the office building where I work. Day by day the scene changes just a little bit. The change is so slight it is unnoticeable except when I reflect back on the past and recall details no longer present. Everyday I go buy my danish and morning coffee from a small Korean market. On this morning, I again go buy my danish except the sum change over the many years hits me. As I reflect on the past, I perceive the overall change as significant. What is causing the change? I decide to do something different today.
Looking around I decide to follow the others about their morning business. I hop on a bus. The bus takes me up on a mountain to a remote location which is barely accessible. To hide from view I am camouflaged in the back of the bus with leather skins. I can hear the sound of the the animals who wore the skins. The passengers here are being taken hostage by a group of gorilla vandals and made to be slaves. I realize I have to do something to save these people. The gorillas are not yet aware of my presence since I am normally a creature of habit and would not have deviated from my morning routine they simply are not expecting me to be on this bus. I study my environment carefully and decide a course of action. I am unknown here it is almost as if I blend in to the scenery and am simply overlooked by their own force of habit. The gorillas simply do not notice me. I use this to my advantage.
I become lucid enough to know I am in an altered state and most likely dreaming. I decide to try some of my skills to manipulate the dream. I begin threading parts of the dream to alter the tracks slightly. This allows those who are enslaved here to notice a slight change but not large enough for it to be obvious to the gorillas. Those seeking hope can see the light and realize a new day is on the horizon. Little by little, I thread a parallel timeline. I divine a storyline where the Master Gorilla likes to be fed only one particular food his morning crescent. The gorillas seeing the new storyline give instructions to the slaves to make the crescents for the Master Gorilla. Over time the MG begins to gain weight and becomes obese all the while I continue threading the new storyline. The new story line allows the the slaves to enjoy a thanksgiving meal while the gorillas are given a ration beans. They have no awareness I have changed the storyline.
In time I create an opening big enough in the dream to fill with new possibilities. I breath in the vapors of the dream and it feels good. There is a sense of freedom. I am given a chair and a wooden staff. The chair sits on the track I created. The chair moves along the track and through the opening in the dream. I ride it home but on the way I ride past the Master Gorilla who I easily identify because he is very obese now. He is being held to the dream by only a few remaining threads. I take my staff and poke him with it once then twice. The second poke dislodges him from the dream completely. We are all free now.
My chair continues down the track as I return to my bed and I awake from the dream.
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After my alarm rang I closed my eyes and immediately had a vision of a woman. I studied her features carefully. Her jaw line was thin and pointy. She had similar eyes to my family. She resembled my dad’s side of the family. I wondered if she was representing the female embryo’s. She spoke to me. I could see her lips moving and the expressions she made will speaking. She explained the gorilla dream on some deep level words are not able to describe. When she was done she gave a final blink of her eyes and vanished.
In this dream I am with someone and I invite him to have lunch with me at my old job. As I approach the glass door to enter the building it occurs to me I no longer work here. I wonder if the access code still works for the door and if they would know I entered the building. I try the code and to my surprise the door opens. I walk in but worry about inner access restrictions. I decide to offer him an alternate place to eat across the street at International Square.
We sit down to eat and after we are done I escort him to the metro but he tells me he does not have a metro card. I take him to a vending machine which sells postage stamps. He places his money in the machine and pulls the lever for a stamp. The stamp is returned by the vending machine. It is reads 30 cents. Unsure if this is sufficient to ride the metro, I suggest he try his luck with it. He appears willing to do so.
The cat woke me up so I took advantage of the moment to take a pee break. Upon returning I closed my eyes and immediately had a vision. I am seeing 4 children around the age of 7. All are lined up facing me stooping slightly as if to peer into my life. My attention immediately awakens to the thought one of these young peeps might be OB and if one is OB then the others must be the MBs who are on ice. The first child comes in for a closer look. He has light straight light brown hair with his bangs touching his eye browse. I can see him clear as day. My heart warms with the thought of OB.
January 21, 2019 I had a night full of dreams. During the night I remember thinking this is too much I can't journal all this so I decided I would not journal anything. Instead, I would simply enjoy the dream. In one of the dreams, I am looking for someone…
Last night I had a dream. I receive in the mail a postcard addressed to a woman who does not live in my house. The woman lives in Washington State whereas I live in Washington, DC. It is addressed to the organization she represents in care of her. My attention…
Last night’s dream was very sexually charged as I felt an incredible amount of energy emanating from my root chakra. In the dream someone offers me a credit card. He says with this card I can charge $15 dollars a month for the rest of my life. Many people around me take a card from him. He suggests as our first purchase we use the card to buy a ticket for a seat on his airplane. I proceed to buy a ticket but something doesn’t sit well with me. My conscience doesn’t allow me to buy a ticket using this credit card that I have no idea where it came from or who is paying for it. I decide instead to purchase the ticket with my own credit card. I am given a seat along with everyone else who bought tickets. The authorities come to arrest those who used the fraudulent cards. Since I purchased the ticket with my own credit card I am allowed to keep my seat. The flight is incredible. The seat feels like a bicycle seat that is tight in my groin area. I can feel the energy of the ride. It feels like pure passion. I am sexually aroused by the vibration emanating from the seat.
The seat takes me flying to incredible heights. It feels like an amusement park ride. I can hear the gears and chains clanging as I move through the area. After one ride I am allowed to decide my own course to plot. Like a bird I spring from a seated position and take off charting my own course through and around the buildings. The feeling is one of total elation. I LOVE THIS! Now fully lucid, I sit ready to ride again. I want to examine my surroundings and determine how this experience works. I see a stone on a wall which reminds me of scene from Indiana Jones. Somehow I know this stone controls something. I reach over and turn the stone. Immediately the chains and pulleys in the matrix start moving re-calibrating the dream. It reminded me of the dream Interstellar when the guy is in the bookcase. The experience is incredible.
I start to feel the need to pee but I don’t want to risk not being able to come back to this place. Once again from my seated position I take off in flight through the matrix and around the buildings. I move fearlessly through the many hairpin turns from incredible heights with amazing speed. Simply incredible.
I can not hold my bladder any longer. I look around thinking I will be right back. I get up and run to the bathroom. I made the mistake of turning on the lights and peeking out the window. 12 inches of snow fell last night. I sat down to pee closing my eyes. When done I raced out of the bathroom, turned off the lights and jumped back in bed. 10 minutes later my alarm rang. Oh well … time to shovel snow.
Last night’s was very much like the Baghdaddy dream I had the previous night in that it felt so real I was sure I was not dreaming. Even though there are things happening that are not possible in the real world I somehow was so convinced it was in fact real.
In the dream, I am with my MKP Brothers attending an event at a hotel. The night is quite festive. There is even a drag show where some guests are naked. I want to join in the festivities because it looks like everyone is having a roaring great time. I proceed to take off my clothes and drop them off on the bed. The night proceeds where we are having such a good time. I next find myself in a conga line to enter a dance hall where the drag performance is to take place. A person is collecting tickets to enter. I’m told since I don’t have a ticket simply pull one out of the box where she is collecting the tickets and put it back in. I do exactly that. The person collecting tickets waves me on into the event.
The drag show is sensational. The colors and music and festivities are so captivating. The energy here is simply intoxicating so much it causes me to loose track of time or whereabouts. After a long night of party, I decide it is time to return to gather my cloths but I can’t remember where the room is or in whose name the room is registered. My wallet, phone and identification are with my clothes. My consciousness in a moment of full awareness floats over the city trying to pin down where the hotel room is located. My awareness returns to my body and I decide to leave the dance hall through the exit door.
The door places me in the lower level concourse of the building with no sense of direction I simply start walking toward whence I came. I think to ask someone on the hotel staff to assist me but I don’t even know the name under which the reservation is held. I simply walk and eventually my inner counsel guides me to the place where I laid my cloths but my cloths are no longer there. I can see where they once laid an etheric impression of where my clothes lay. I pick up the cell phone and notice it only has one bar and 10% power remaining. I am going to have to find my way home on my own.
I now find myself on a street. I decide to start walking, any direction will do. I come to a cull-de-sac and decide to cut through the houses assuming there is short cut between the houses. I come to a short wall and look over the wall. It is a manageable jump should I choose to take it. The homes are closing in on me allowing me very little space to maneuver. I peak over the wall once again and notice it is about 11 feet high now a much more deadly jump. I pause and complain inwardly to the dream for changing things on me. I am now in a tiny alleyway between the two houses pinned in with nowhere to go. The windows and doors are now faux windows leading nowhere. The doors don’t even open. With no more options except to jump over the wall a door opens and in walks a young man. He is one of the men from the drag show. He is no longer in drag but I can still see some feminine qualities to him remaining. I ask myself how is it that he was able to open a door. While the door is open, I can see beyond the door at all the possibilities waiting just beyond the door.
The door closes with both of us now confined in this small space I decide we should look for things to do to make ourselves useful given we have no choice but to exist here. The space begins expanding showing the makings of a swimming pool. It needs cleaning and construction to bring it up to a point of swimming. A courtyard proceeds to unfold. There is a birdcage that now hangs from the eves of the house in which a small iguana and hamster live. Both seem to be friendly with one another. A small yellow finch flies into the cage. The slats are wide enough to allow the finch to fly in and out with ease. The bird doesn’t seem to be worried about the iguana. They all seem to cohabitate harmoniously together.
I poke my finger in the cage to pet the yellow finch. It allows me to pet it’s head then passes through the cage to perch on my finger. I have completely forgotten that I am confined in this space when I hear a Godly voice say, “Only I open doors, believe in me.” The iguana and the hamster are now personified as people living in the cage. I tell them I believe because God has opened doors for me. The iguana looks at me with one eye half closed. I can read his mind. I tell him not to worry, he need only open both eyes and believe.
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It reminded me of the BaghDaddy dream because of how real it felt to be there and how long it was taking. The dream seemed to not want to end when I was lost and trapped not knowing how to return home. The dream would simply not end. Confronted with the realization, This is my reality, I looked for new possibilities. I looked for things to do and create to make use of myself in this tiny space. I loved loved loved loved the ending. Out of nowhere comes the voice of God. I just need humble myself and ask for help and believe he/she will open doors. I also loved the play on words. I guess all I have to do is trust in my inner voice.
January 5th, 2019 I had a very bizarre dream last night could be as a result of having a terrible cough. The dream goes like this: I'm attending a theatrical performance. A tragic drama. I'm not so much scared at first because after all it is simply a reenactment. I…