I am laying in bed watching the ethers gather in what look like hands massaging clay where I am the clay. I want to know who is placing hands on me. I carefully time my attack targeting one of the hands like a cat getting ready to stalk it’s prey. Snap!, I grab at the hand with precision. When my hand grabs the etheric hand I can feel it as if it had substance and form. The density of the hand startles me as it is not what I expected. The shock immediately wakes me up with eyes wide open.
I close my eyes in an attempt to return to the dream. I am with my friend Dinah when a package arrives at her door. She accepts the package from the post master and proceeds to open it. I immediately recognize the package as one I sent. I know the box of chocolates is within the packing box. The packing box is one I used to pack a speaker which was left behind by an Airbnb guest. Before she opens the package, I know it is not a speaker inside, she will find the box of chocolates which mysteriously went missing in my house. A box to this day I have not been able to locate. “I must have sent it to Dinah,” I hear my mind say. She snips the last piece of tape and opens the box. Sure enough the chocolates are inside along with some larvae. I recognize the larvae as faerie larvae. The larvae are undergoing their metamorphoses. They are long and white with narrow wings. Each has a purple and green luminescence within their body much like a dragon fly. A man walks over and asks, ” Can I buy them from you. We have great need for those here. They serve a good purpose.” To which I reply, “You can have them.” He then replies, “Oh no they have great value. ” “In that case give me one dollar for each,” I say. Another man steps in and says, “Oh no, they are worth far more than one dollar.” To which I say, “Well then how about $45 dollars.”
One of the insects stings me in in left arm burrowing its head below my skin much like a tick. Having read how one should respond to ticks, I pull the body back stretching the neck like an umbilical cord cinching it to cut the blood supply. I wrap the cord around the head which is still below my skin. The eyes look back at me as if in an effort to ask for it’s protection. I believe it will now simply come out when its ready.
My attention is now drawn to a set of windows in the distance where the government of Columbia is torturing Space Aliens. I can see the Aliens have hands raised as if to surrender. I only see their forearms to the tips of their fingers. One of the aliens has three long fingers typical of aliens. The other has five possibly an alien closer in resemblance of humans. Both are showing sings with their fingers in an attempt to communicate a message to me. The three fingered one has it’s fingers with the symbol of a triangle. The other has fingers and knuckles in the symbol of clovers. I feel compassion for the suffering of the aliens as I believe all life is sacred. I then see a tiny alien laying rigid on a table. He looks to be dead. I ask if we should dispose of the body. To which I’m told we can leave him there. As we turn to walk away, I look back to give the dead alien a second look. I somehow know he is simply playing dead. He moves to signal he is OK. I wink and feel good know he is alive.
~~~ END OF DREAM
The dragonfly is generally associated with the symbolic meaning of transformation. Here are common meanings for this animal totem:
- Change and transformation
- Joy, lightness of being
- Symbol of the realm of emotions, invitation to dive deeper into your feeling
- Being on the lookout for illusions and deceits, whether are external or personal
- Connection with nature’s spirits, fairies realms
This isn’t a dream but it came to pass that I met a guy who happens to have a thing for socks. It just so happens I had planned to have a date with this gentleman who I will name CJ. I became aware that CJ was celebrating his birthday the week of our date so that week I thought it a nice gesture to get him a tiny box of chocolates along with a birthday card and a Mylar balloon. On the day we were to have our date he had to cancel unexpectedly so I put the balloon in a vase in the dining room because it is pretty and it also gave me the opportunity to dream about the birthday parties I might have someday for my little one. The card and chocolates I stuck in a drawer.
Later I had the Kids Table dream where in the dream the little boy re-appears to give me a piece of chocolate. I knew my little one was calling my attention to the box of chocolate I bought for CJ. and quite interestingly it had writing in it, writing I recognized as something I had written.
When I finally came around to having that date with CJ, I went looking for his gift. I knew where the balloon was I just couldn’t remember where I had put the chocolates and card. After looking all over the house I finally found the card but the box of chocolates was still nowhere to be found. It was not in the most obvious place with the card. I knew there could be no way I would have put all three pieces in 3 distinct places. The box of chocolates had to be in the drawer with the cards but was mysteriously absent just like the sock that mysteriously appeared in my house one night. Yes a sock had mysteriously appeared in my house which I journalled as Mysterious Sock. I must have originally named the post Mysterious Booty because the link WordPress assigned to the post is Mysterious Booty. Interesting double meaning to the choice of words because CJ who you might say was a booty call has a thing for socks. He likes them so much he wanted me to wear socks when I answered the door. He wanted to see me wearing socks. I felt a strong association with the missing chocolates and the socks.
Now I’ve been a bit reserved on explaining some of the meanings in the dreams because I have just not been ready to do so. Backing up a bit if you haven’t guessed I’m in the process of having a baby. How I came to decide to pursue this dream of having a baby is a long story which I will tell at some point. Here i will say that the image of my child has been ever present in my dreams. So strong that I simply cannot over look it. The day the little booty sock showed up in my bedroom I took as a sign. A physical manifestation or signal from spirit that this is what I am supposed to be pursuing. When my little one who I will call OB1 (after Obi Wan Kanobe because it is a force to be reckoned with) showed up with the chocolate and having left the sock I just felt compelled to give CJ the magic sock after all he really likes socks and OB1 had given me his chocolate sock.
So after my visit with CJ we came to a point in our conversation where he was telling me that he is an elementary school teacher. I then mentioned that I may someday need advice. I then asked him if he had noticed my vision board in my bedroom where I have cut out magazine pictures of babies. I also have on there a few pictures of handsome men who can ether represent what I would envision my son to look like as a grown man or if God so chooses (lord knows I’ve prayed) a handsome man for me who is worthy of a relationship. I also have one special picture I cut out of a man especially for me. He is an uber handsome man who wears a T-shirt that reads DREAM FEARLESSLY. As we were looking at my board I suddenly realized the one picture of the man I placed in the middle with the Dream T-shirt looks exactly like CJ. A striking resemblance. Maybe someday I’ll ask his permission to post his picture here. It’s nothing short of a miracle.
Now I am not jumping to any conclusions oh CJ although he is definitely handsome as one can be but with all the heavenly chimes ringing there is a a message obviously intended for me. I take the message to be God has heard my prayer and has clearly demonstrated nothing is beyond his capacity to make manifest and he / she does communicate with me in dreams.
If I look at my board I had placed a picture of a beautiful woman who is pregnant in a rainbow colored bathing suit smiling and enjoying the sun. I place her there so that God would bring me a surrogate. I have been matched with a surrogate with whom I also share a magical story. See Santa’s Paradox. The morning I was introduced to her I woke up to find the Grinch sitting beside my bed. That day I received her profile and one of the pictures was of her and her family during Christmas with her husband dressed up as the Grinch.
Dreams are so incredible with a wealth of fairy dust to guide. It’s ashamed we don’t spend more time reflecting on them. I hope to someday share with OB1 how it came to be.
Side bar: The Tab is on Me: Why 753?
April 29, 2018
Last night I had a dream where I am at work. I discover there is a project where my boss needs my attention but he has omitted telling me about it. I just happen to notice it as the paper work crosses my desk because it is due now. There are several people named in the document and to my surprise I am also named. I am surprised because I wouldn’t expect to see my name as a party to an agreement such as this. Yet the agreement isn’t signed by anyone and yet it is due now. I am conflicted because on the one hand if I carry this through to ensure it is ratified I appear to be doing it for self interest since I am named. Yet I wasn’t aware of my name in the document until now. It feels like it is intended for me as a beneficiary or benefactor of the agreement. The parties are out of the country possibly in Brazil in a foreign land. The challenge is I am not quite prepared to meet the many requirements which are formalities and process around the execution of the contract. I think about all the steps I would need to do in order to arrange the many parts enumerated in the agreement. It seems I can’t possibly carry out all it’s parts in the time frame allocated for it’s execution without an act of God.
Fearing defeat but actually not so much defeat since I had not pursued this option for myself. I had nothing invested in it to feel any sense of loss. The loss I feel is on behalf of my boss whose intent it was to execute this contract. I know it wouldn’t have been written if he had not wanted it to take place even in naming me as a party. I do not want to fail my boss even though I just found out about it. It is my desire to see his mission served whatever mission it may be. His desire is my desire.
I then hear several people enter. It is the hour that has come to pass. Now is the time. As I’m sitting there not knowing what to tell him. I feel his presence come over my right shoulder as he whispers to me, “I have taken care of it. The work is done.” Now as I look at the document time stands still the steps necessary for the process are complete one by one. A signature and seal now appear. My work is complete.
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 find another option. He points me in the direction of a metered spot but I am suspicious of that spot because I don’t want to get a ticket just in case I don’t get back in time to pick up the car. Instead I go looking for another parking space. I am able to find street parking nearby. I don’t know when the flight is but I do know it is scheduled soon.
I then find myself trying to save my goldfishes. Someone has placed them in a bucket with very little water. The fish are struggling to swim. I feel a strong connection to them as if they were my children. I go looking for a water bottle to try and save them. I find a blue and grey bottle in the kitchen cupboard. I fill it up with water and pour it in the bucket only to find the bucket has holes everywhere. Someone is trying to sabotage my effort. One of the fishes is already dead. Mocha and Cleo now eat the fish not knowing they are special.
My brother Paz is trying to entrap me between a concrete wall. Paz has sided with Trump and is now a terrorist. He is jealous of my spiritual connection and wants to kill me or have me go missing so that he can claim my property. I’m really tired of dealing with the Paz’s character and decide I will no longer be part of it. I refuse to give him power over me. I step into my faith in the knowledge that I am OK regardless of what Paz is doing. I then surrender and step into the space between the concrete walls. My friends Toni C and Stephen are here along with other friends from various groups who have come to this space to support me. The space between the walls begins to provide a clearing.
Those gathered here tell me that they have gathered my seed and I have born a child but that the child has the defect of illegitimacy. They bring the child to me and I feel compassion for his situation. I take the child and he grows up in my arms. I teach him how to fly and watch him become a man. We take flight together and become one. I feel him against my loins and groin and in my spirit with a feeling of ecstasy. The feeling is beautiful and overwhelming.
Now in full flight we ascend to an elevation high above to the tops of the buildings where I see a bezeled window with a cut out shape much like a cookie cutter opening. The opening is large enough for my spirit to pass . We pass through the opening.
We are in flight. He is now a full grown man. Having taught him everything I pass my power to him and now he carries me. I can feel the wind touch my body. We are facing each other. I am moving backward as he is moving forward. Its time to find a resting place. As we descend he becomes younger and younger. Once we land his presence leaves me.
I then find myself sitting at a wooden picnic table where I meet a man. He is seated beside me. I am talking to the memory of my son as if he were still with me. I feel silly talking to someone that is not there. I’m afraid the man seated next to me will think I’m crazy. I am telling the man about my dreams and how wonderful they are. I’m getting confused. I can’t distinguish whether I’m dreaming or not. Although I am in a dream, I do not feel like I’m dreaming. A young boy comes up to me from out of the blue. Without skipping a beat, I continue talking to him as my son. He tells me about school and what he is learning. We have a fun conversation about playful things. I share with him how my life is. He then runs off telling me he needs to head back to school. As he is leaving, I remind him how much I love him.
I then resume talking to the man who is sitting next to me. I tell him how my dreams reveal my son. I struggle to describe what I have experienced in all its fullness. You have to be present to fully appreciate the magic. Once again I feel silly believing the man will question my sanity.
In that moment from out of the blue a young boy appears to hand me a chocolate. The chocolate is wrapped in an orange shinny tin foil paper with crinkled edges. I open it to find a hand written note inside. Reading the note, I recognize it as something I have written. In that moment the universe opens up as my awareness expands. I am fully aware of the dream and the magnitude of what it presents. I am in a dream yet I am awake. I experience synchronicity and deja-vu in the dream as in my waking life. Knowing this is my opportunity to see my son’s face, I take a good look wanting to know if he bears any resemblance to me. I am surprised to find that he is the same person as the λλale Carrier from my previous dream where I asked him if he had any male for me.
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.
λs I was drifting off to sleep. I begλn to see beautiful spiraling strands of light pulsating through the ethers. It reminds me of the heavens where Angels dance. Their density increases as the strands begin to take form. Cartoon like images appear and take form as they cluster together. I can see cells form forming tubules that gather in stands of tubules which began forming a mesh that then enveloped me to carry me off as if in a worm hole.
I then find myself at work. I feel I have a bone to pick with my co-workers. I somewhat know I am in a dream cocky in my attitude and with mandate in hand. I am determined to find what I am looking for. I WANT THE TRUTH. I want to know what has been hidden from me and why I have been made to struggle to find it. I can see the people working in their respective office spaces. Each has a role to play. There is a science about it with precision and certainty. I know my job here to be one in communications. I study the setup I have in place. I know it intimately for I am the one who set it up. The overlords have been using my equipment to their benefit and withholding information. I want clarity. I want transparency. I see a woman in her cubicle who shares a wall with me. She is not aware or possibly she is aware but hiding the fact that she knows I am overlooking. She works to decipher the communication on the wire. She inconspicuously looks through a post card that serves a dual purpose. One of concealment and the other of insight. Used in combination with her computer she is able to decipher the transmission on the wire. λs I eavesdrop through the transparency of the post card she holds I clearly perceive the hidden strands. They are not unlike the stands which brought me here when I entered the dream portal.
I know I must press forward. I leave my cube and enter the main area of this section of the pod where I work. There is a mobile mail station at a junction point. Assuming if I work here I must have mail being addressed to me at this location. I look at the many mail slots on the mobile station not knowing what name I work under. I can’t seem to find my mail. The λλale Carrier approaches from the right junction and looks at me. With authority, I ask him to hand me my male. He then asks, “Who are you?”. Taking a chance, I answer, Ruben Bailey. I add a clarifying statement and disclose I often don’t pick up mail here so it may have been backlogged. He then answers, “I’m not aware of any male.” but hands me several flyers which he is delivering to all employees. I pause somewhat disappointed yet knowing any information received is the next clue and its more than what I had when I arrived. I am empowered to change. Turning inward, I glance at the flyers and look around to see what is within my control to change. The flyers indicate there is a ωelcome πeception today. I move forward to excuse myself with the young λλale Carrier end enter the restricted space where the ωelcome Party is being held. There are λliens here and I am aboard a space ship which has just landed. I can clearly see out the windows of the çraft. I move to a position where I see clearly. The windows are full length floor to ceiling in 360 degrees all the way around around çraft. There are so many λliens here who look very different from humans. I am unafraid yet a bit overwhelmed by their numbers. I reach beyond any fear and wave in their direction letting then know I have arrived.
Knowing my time is limited, I return to my duties to see what changes I can make to give me an edge with the overlords. I know they need me for their business. I also know they can’t do it without me. They rely on me to harvest the fruit of my labor. I sit and ponder how I might effect a paradigm shift to better harmonize with my desire and intent. I play the scenarios to determine their possible outcomes and come to the decision to leave things as they are and take no action.
When i woke up I looked at my phone and noticed my niece had sent me a message. It became the image of the dream. It seemed fitting for this dream.
CEDELIA craft = 3- Self-expression, Joy of Living, Creativity, Perfection. Art, Inspiration, Enthusiasm, Perfection, Spiritual-Physical Connection, Communication and Triad Paradigm.
On the positive side, the energy attributes of the number three resonates with love demonstration, creative imagination, fulfillment, encouragement, and talent. It’s also related to culture, innovative skills, wit, pleasure, freedom-seeking, adventure, free-form, brilliance, non-confrontational, natural rhythm, self-expression, enthusiasm, psychic ability, holy triad knowledge (heaven-human-earth, father-son-holy spirit, past-present-future, thought-word-action). The number three resonates with the energies of the Ascended Masters and their guidance. Three also resonates with expression both artistic (writing, painting, singing, sculpture, etc.) as well as feelings (love, affection, friendship, etc.)
On the negative side, the number three resonates with indifference through superiority, lack of concentration or focus.
I had a dream that I am asked to dress up as Santa. It feels like this is an activity that was assigned to me for my penance and to make good my wrongs. It is a playful group. My Santa Suit is on but not fully in order as if I’m still getting ready. People are playing and being jovial with me. Teasing me about my well pressed and perfectly white T-shirts. They call me the Mexican Santa and jokingly say “Mexicans have good wives to wash and press and ready their shirts.” As people are arriving I’m still not ready. I grab my scissors and use the thumb and index finger loops to look through them like looking glasses. I think the scissors are for cutting ribbons.
Dinah is there and it is revealed that she has always been in love with me, a true long lost love and I am to marry her.
I then hear on the loud speaker, “The concerns, there are no concerns right now.”
I woke up and grabbed my new voice recorder to record the dream. When I was done recording it I closed my eyes and felt as if I was in an in between realm. I could see blue clouds all around me that I can reach out and touch. I then became aware that I can replay a dream. I therefore thought it a good opportunity to ask a question. I asked for the meaning of the Green Man’s eyes. Why were they so endearing and significant. Why was my focus drawn to the eye lashes. I then hear the response, “because they are your eyes.” I then asked why was the upper body of the Green Man visible to me yet the lower part was not visible yet I knew exactly how he was dressed I knew the khaki green long cut off shorts he wore with his earthy shoes. I was then told it had to do with his knees.
The answers are simple and straight forward yet they seem to provide no clarity on my question leaving it to me to figure out. Like riddles. Yet they are complete in providing the answer. It’s a language of symbols and impressions that speak volumes more than the written or spoken word. Answers that can only be understood by the heart and soul.
As I woke up this morning I saw a young man around the age of 30. He was so beautiful ageless, timeless, eternal. I didn’t know who he was at first but then he opened his eyes and stared directly into my soul as we connected and in that moment I knew exactly who he was. It was my dad. The connection was intense with a deep profound sense of knowing. His eyes were the color of the sun.
In last nights dream I became lucid and found myself in a building trying to find my way out toward freedom. I am feeling a sense of confinement and I don’t know the people around me. As I move about, I take note of the ethers that make up the dream. It illuminates with my thoughts. There are small etheric people within the ethers who pulsate light and color within their bodies in response to my thought. They look like brine shrimp as the energy pulsates within the ethers.
As i stand still observing their behavior I see that my ability to create color has developed over time. Now I experience complex shades of gray-blue. I also note that the color black has taken on a new form, a delicate lattice not to be feared. I see the letters 88 or HH appearing in the lattice.
As I walk through one door and emerge in another room very different from the previous I somehow know that I am in the same room. I then will myself to go outside as I walk through a white door before me, I see people walking about not unlike on any city street. They all appear to have purpose in being here going about their business. I will myself to fly but seem to struggle getting very far up off the ground and not sufficient to clear the buildings. I wonder if I should conform to walking like the others in this dimension. I also wonder what I look like to them or if they even know I exist in their world.
Like a Prayer : This dream was so funny I had to post it. So one day God came to Madonna and said, “I have just one commandment for you … Marry Jewish!” So Madonna went on her way. God saw Madonna was trying, so he placed on her path NOT 3 but 4 Honey Bunnies. Madonna was aroused by her new Honey Bunnies. As she lay in bed with her two Black Jewish Lovers, God came to her and said, “Since you have followed my commandment, I promise to have your back. He then taught her to fight her own battles.
I had a dream where I am at my house. I have guests staying with me. A cleaning lady is busy in one of the other rooms of the house cleaning. There is bird feed all over the floor. I’m wondering where the bird feed came from. In the corner of the room I find a small wicker basket with a cotton cloth lining that is filled with colorful bird feed. Knowing the source of the feed, I turn and ask the cleaning lady to please tidy up the room and to be sure to pick up all the bird feed that has fallen on the floor. After asking her I ask myself if I might have been a bit presumptuous in asking her to clean up for me after all I don’t have a maid in real life and I can very easily do it myself. At this point, I’m obviously aware that I am dreaming. I allow her to carry on her business not offering her any help…after all she is the cleaning lady be it only in the dream.
I then walk over to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Instead of turning on the water from the filtered tap I decide to use the regular tap to fill my glass. I’m curious what the consistency of water is like in a dream. After filling the glass with water I hold it up to a light that shines above my head. In the water I can see tiny colorful micro organisms swimming about the glass that remind me of Sea Monkeys. Puzzled I set the glass down on the counter and ask myself, where did the light above my head come from?
With my hand firmly holding the glass on the counter I look up into the light and see billowing clouds gathering. Within the clouds I can see a face begin to emerge. It is the face of God. Knowing this is my opportunity to ask God for a favor, a favor he cannot refuse, a favor that might change the course of human history, I quickly think ….if you had only one question or favor to ask of God what would it be? I want to ask for something universal that would benefit all mankind and not just myself. Immediately I know what to ask for. I look him straight in the eyes and ask, “God can you please give us clean drinking water from the tap.” God looks up and away, slightly rolling his eyes at me while at the same time smiling in a way that lets me know I have in fact cornered him with the perfect request. It is something that everyone needs and cannot live without. After a short pause he turns to me and with seeming reluctance he agrees to grant my wish.
The scene instantly changes and I now find myself standing outdoors in an open courtyard. All peoples are gathering and gazing up at lights in the heavens. There is a great display of beautiful lights in the sky in shapes that are unfamiliar to me. I am disoriented not sure of where I am or what exactly we are looking at. I immediately realize the awesomeness of that which we are beholding. Celestial beings are arriving in space ships by the dozens. Very soon we will know our true origins.
As we are gazing up at the approaching ships one of the landing gears falls off and lands next to me. At first I think it is accidental but as I examine the landing gear which looks like a shoe to me it becomes apparent that they dropped it for me to retrieve. The shoe is metallic with very sharp edges. I turn the shoe over and inside it deep within the sole of the shoe is concealed a very bright light. I am absolutely sure the shoe was not an accident. The shoe was delivered to me deliberately to conceal the light. Unfortunately, I don’t know what to do with it or how to use it. I assume I should place the shoe in such a way that the light reflects back to the approaching ships as a beacon or light house a way for them to find me and take us home. I try placing it over my head but its enormous size makes it difficult to work with. It is about two thirds the size of my body.
I finally give up and leave the shoe behind. I decide to head for the country and away from the city and all the on lookers that are beginning to gather. I feel as though I wasn’t able to fulfill my purpose.
I get into my car and start driving. The car I am driving is a convertible. As I reflect in the rear view mirror I suddenly realize I am now three people; the observer, the driver and the passenger who is seated in the back seat of the car. As the observer I see myself as God sees me. As the observer I am looking at the passenger who is completely unaware that I am looking at him. I see myself in him. I can see the light coming from within him perched on his shoulder. He is unaware, unaware that I am with him, unaware that I am in him, unaware that I and he are one, unaware that the three are one..unaware that although he sits as a passenger in the back seat of the car…he drives the car. He is unaware that he carries the light upon his shoulder.