Tinker Bell’s Bassinet

March 15, 2019

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.

~~~~~ DREAM ENDS

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.

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February 3, 2019

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.

 

 

Gorilla Morning

January 28, 2019

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.

~~~~ DREAM ENDS

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.

 

 

Peep Stamps 30 Cents

Children Peeping

January 26, 2019

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.

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Scene from Interstellar.

January 14, 2019

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.

He’Wanna Believe

January 8th, 2019

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.

~~~ DREAM ENDS

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.

 

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In last night’s dream I find myself between two gates.   I know where I am trying to go but believe I can take a short cut through one of the gates.  I walk through and realize it’s the wrong gate.  This side is a prison where all the men where jeans shirts and pants with black trim.  I attempt to return through the gate but am denied access.  I am asked for identification.  I check my back pocket and don’t seem to have it with me.  The guard tells me I must be a prisoner and now have to prove myself.

Feeling frustrated in not being able to get where I’m going I decide to resort to my gift of flight.  I can fly but I can’t seem to fly high enough to overcome the height of the wall.  I decide to walk and find my way.  I come across a room that is hosting exhibits.  I pass by the first and second exhibit finding them extremely interesting.  I wish I had time to study them.  I march on coming up on the 3rd exhibit.  This one is one of numerology.   I pause a bit longer as this exhibit is quite interesting.  It foretells the future through numerology but who’s future?  It occurs to me that the previous exhibits were also an attempt to foretell the future.  I seem to have the images still in my mind.  I’m becoming ever more frustrated wanting to solve the puzzle of what is being foretold and trying hard to get to my desired destination.

I continue walking coming across yet another exhibit.  In this final exhibit I seem to be part of it much like a pawn.   I am so frustrated because now I want to return to the other exhibits to study them further.  Feeling I’ll never achieve my mission, I stop the dream and complain about the manner in which I must guess at what the dream is showing me.  I’m tired of guessing.  I refuse to do this any longer.  I’m done!

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Party Coordinator’s Kaleidoscope

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 is someone I would want to date.  The Party Coordinator walks over to me to show me the Party Log of Events which has in it all possibilities.  The Log is a Wheel that looks like a Kaleidoscope made of many tiny crystals each reflecting a distinct possibility.  In it I see where the Party Coordinator also met this same guy Travis and also had feelings for him.  Knowing we both like him to the same degree, I tell him he can have him since I have a baby.  Wanting to see the baby but not recalling where the baby is in the dream, I take a moment to reflect where I might have left him.  The baby sleeps off to my left in a blue bassinet.  I stroke the baby’s face lightly so as to not startle it.  The baby opens one eye followed by the other.  Without words he communicates to me, “You forgot to change my diaper.”  I look down at his puffy blue diaper and stick my finger in it to check.  It is neither wet nor soiled.  The baby then chuckles.

With his chuckle, I sense this is a dream.

As I awoke from the dream, I still held in my minds eye the Kaleidoscope shining so brightly it looked at times like the sun.  It’s edges glowed a fiery of red.

Home Team

October 22, 2018

I don’t remember much of last night’s dream except when I woke up to snooze the alarm I laid my head back down and got comfortable then I immediately entered a dream state where I am looking at family photographs.  I see a few where the people in the photographs are playing sports.  There is one picture of two guys standing together for the photograph.  I try to make out the faces.  The man on the right is in his college years.  I can see his face clearly.  The one on the left his face is notably blurred.  I flip the page to look at another photograph.  It is the photograph of a young man around the age of 7.  The boy in the photograph begins talking to me.  I can see his lips move but I can’t hear anything audibly but on some level deep within me I seem to understand.

Sitting with his message inside me I pause to examine his appearance.  His face is shaped like my dad’s with sandy brown hair.  I take note of the items in the background.  The colors in the background are monochromatic.  I see a safari  jeep and zebra both having black and white colors.  His jersey is red and white.  My alarm rings a second time.

Signed, Sealed and Delivered

October 3rd, 2018

In last night dream I remember receiving a package in the mail.  It’s a tiny little box with what and inside the box in a stamp and seal the kind a notary would use to certify documents.  My mind takes me to when I worked as a paralegal in Los Angeles when I was a notary.  I assume this package and it’s contents are to be used in my work.  As I prepare to certify documents I notice the package also contains powdered sugar or what appears to be powdered sugar.  Believing the package may be contaminated I contact the authorities who come to examine the package.  One of the authorities is an older man probably around my age.  He tells me he has found a child in the package.  This being so unusual to me I ask where did you come from?  He seems noticeably nervous trying to put the items back into the package.  I can now see the young child who sits beside him.  At this moment I feel something touch my side.  I look beside me and see the little boy is now under my arm.  I kiss his head and ask him, “Is that you?”  At this point I awaken enough to hear my own voice in real life say “Is that you?  Butters is under my arm sleeping.  I immediately fall asleep.

Now back in the dream I see the toddler seated next to the man.  I walk over and ask.  “How old is the child?”  The man looks puzzled.  I continue saying,  “He has to have an age?”   I begin counting in an effort to awaken the man to my questioning.  Is he  1,  2,  3,  4,  5,  6,  7,  8,  9?   Visibly nervous he responds he is non of those.  At this moment realize the dream has a different concept of time.

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