Last night as I am falling asleep I notice a bearded man talking to me. He is young with a long brown and beard with golden highlights. He is talking and talking. I can hear him on some level but not audibly. He walks off suddenly. My awareness says oh no get back here so I chase him to surpass him. I block him as he is about to head out the door. I tell him you are in my dream who are you? He turns around and looks directly at me. He is in shock, I guess surprised at my reaction and my ability to chase him down.
I’m now in another part of the dream. I tell my ex Joe I basically can not be with him anymore. He begins to cry as I leave him. He is quite enmeshed in my life and it will take a great deal to sever all ties.
I then find myself at a dinner party at a beach house. It is night fall. The host tells me its not too late to take a swim in the ocean. I decide to walk out to the water edge and get my feet wet. To get there I have to pass through the family room where there is a movie projector and stuffed animals hanging from the ceiling. How charming is it for the host to have the tenderness of heart to hang stuffed animals from the ceiling. I continue walking toward the light in the projector. It feels as if I am walking into the movie that is queued up in the projector. I can see a glass door in the distance where a men stand guard. I hear him ask, “How do you identify?” It’s not a question I need to answer but simply ponder. He then explains the trance I am about to be placed under. I then see a series of bright blinking lights shine in my eyes. The lights are extremely disorienting. I can not tell up from down or right from left. On one wall I see a circle of rainbow colored lights. The rainbow is easier for me to focus on so I hold my attention on it.
As I am about to wake up I see someone walk past me. I can see the back of his or her head. The hair is a man’s cut of light brown. The person is trying to hide their face from me so I grab a hand full of hair preventing the person from passing unnoticed. Again I say this is my dream who are you? The person turns to look at me. It is a woman. She has very distinct features. I don’t recognize her directly but she is known to me.
Last night I had a bizarre dream. I find myself in what appears to be a stairwell of a building possibly leading to a mechanical area. The way the stairwell is structured it is very complex. It reminds me of the skeleton of Arc de Triomphe. I am chasing an entity. It is elusive. It is a part of me that hides itself from me. It passes in flashes of light. This is an internal struggle where I alone can reconcile with this force within me. I must find the flash of light and confront it, unite with it and harness it. I must tame the beast. I can see it zipping past me in the corners of my vision.
I decide on a strategy. I scale the stairs to the top where there is a meeting hall with two separate, distinct and rectangular tables in the center. People come here to resolve issues. As the attendants walk in they take their seats. There are two balcony rows above the area where the tables are where spectators can come and gather to view the discussions. I sit at one of the tables and wait for everyone else to sit at either of the available tables. I observe who is on which side. Nancy Polossi walks in and sits at the opposing table. I am thrilled to see her but she does not say hello. She appears unfriendly and cold. This angers me as I notice people here are not in good spirits with one another. Since I am in charge of this space and this meeting that I’ve convened, I ask them to all stand and file themselves by their respective ages. Not wanting to come together all the participants scatter to the balconies. They don’t seem to want to follow instructions. I tell them they must accept the the terms or they cannot rejoin the table. I give them instructions on how to pair up one junior member and one senior member. The senior members must tutor the junior members and the junior members must assist with the responsibilities of the senior members. The senior members must learn to be like junior members in there curiosity and innocence for life. Every week when we gather going forward we will conduct this exercise and in time we will learn to work together. Still reluctant and dismissive of my demands. I sit back down in the center. The two tables are now one large circular table. As I sit the table becomes a pure white being. I begin talking with The Table Entity. We are as old friends so happy to be reunited. I decide to take a picture of us to send it to the members. The members are now calling me on the phone wanting to join the congregation. I can see them in the balconies having done a 180 in their attitude. They in return show me their painted faces and celebration outfits. Everyone is dressed up beautifully like the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence.
~~~~~ DREAM ENDS
Curiously as I was journalling the dream not knowing where it was going or how it would unfold one of the things that struck me was the focal point of The Table(s). I attend a church called the Table Church. I really liked the way it became an entity unto itself. I assume this entity is what I was seeking to find and reconcile with. I also thought it humorous that those things that keep the table separate and in conflict turned out to the the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgences. I also love the ending where we could come together and poke fun at ourselves be happy festive and reunited as one Table Entity. Is this the way God would want it? I think so.
The previous night as I was about to fall asleep I had a vision, In the vision I see a sea of grey blue cilia swaying to and fro. Each cilia was dimly lit from within by an internal light source. As my consciousness moved along this bed I came upon a man about the age of 26 among the cilia . His portrait came in with perfectly and complete clarity. He wore a blue and grey shirt who’s fibers were also illuminated from within. His hair was an iridescent blond. His eyes a deep blue. He wore glasses which made me think this is the first time I’ve ever seen a dream vision person wearing glasses. The intensity of his eyes was striking. I wondered if this could be OB but being skeptical I looked for reasons why it wouldn’t be him. I looked carefully at his hair. He has a full head of hair which was straight with minor waves. On his forehead his hair went straight up then nicely curved down. I thought this is not a pattern my hair had when I was young at least I don’t remember it. My eyes are not blue with this intensity even though I know his donor mom has a family history of blue and green eye and there are green eyes in my family history. He had a soft shadow beard which I thought could definitely be a trait he received from me. He looked at me for a long time…..a long time as if in a trance. His visage moved or changed only slightly. His image seemed to fade and faze in and out. As it fazed it felt as if I was seeing two ages at once. As if I could see through him into a timeline of his life. I focused on an image of his face around the age of 14. I compared the two simultaneously and recognized where his maturity came from. I seemed to understand everything about him.
~~~~ Vision August 11th Ends
Last night I had a dream where my roommate is moving and packing his things. He has compacted all his belongings into the center of the living room. It all seems to have melted into a flat round disc about 5 to 6 feet across and about 2 feet deep. It looks like a round coffee table in the center of the room. All his belonging are compacted into this disk. He then takes a donut hole cutter and impresses it into the center of the disk and cuts the hole out. This center hole now is compressed and glazed down even further. The glaze is so think I can see it has a glaze depth of about 1 inch all around. I ask him what happened to all your belongings? How can you claim this donut hole as a complete collection of all your belonging. Instead of responding verbally he demonstrates by placing the compressed and glazed donut hole in water. The donut hole grows and expands with to the size of the original disk before he took the donut hole cutter to it. I now believe.
~~~~ Dream Ends
This morning I thought I should really take the time to journal my dream and vision from the night before. I was unsure about journalling the vision of the young man with glasses because it seemed so simple a man with glasses…. what was there to tell? Not only that, I just knew it would be incredibly difficult to find a picture of a man with characteristics similar to the man in the dream. Funny enough yesterday I went to the gym and there were about 3 guys who looked SO similar to the guy in my dream. I almost thought I should try to approach one of them and say hello. At one point two of the guys were relatively close to one another and I thought should I ask them if they are related? My shyness got the best of me discounting the effort as my conscious mind wanting desperately to see what it wants to see. Maybe they didn’t look anything alike. It further enforced my willingness to discount the vision as too simple to journal. So today, I thought OK I’ll do some searches for “blond haired man with glasses” and see if I get a hit. I thought if I was to go to a beauty salon and wanted a hair cut like someone in a magazine how would I find the images of the hair cut I wanted. None of the images seemed to convey the exact hair style. I changed the search a bit to “long haired man with glasses” With this search I got a hit that matched perfectly. The glasses we not quite what I saw as the glasses in my dream where more thin rimmed glasses but the intensity of the eyes were definitely the same. The hair is a 100% match especially the way it goes up then curls back down on the forehead down to the side of his face. The way the light hits his face kinda resembled the illumination that was present in the cilia and in the fibers of his shirt. The lenses reminded me of being able to see into him and his timeline.
Now could it be OB? Well it wasn’t until I started journaling it that the probability shot through the roof. It was in the cilia. As I tried to describe the cilia I remembered the blue and grey. Those colors have been present in most of my OB dreams so much so that I’ve associated the colors with him. Also the fact that he had glasses on made it different from any previous vision or dream. People just do not have a need for glasses in my dreams.
Last night I had a dream where I am in a line of people not quite sure what we are waiting for. I am with my mother who is old and in a wheel chair. I am protecting her. Along the path where we walk are cutouts small rooms with 3 walls. Occasionally people pause while they wait in line to reflect on what each room holds. While standing in line your vision is restricted to the cutout room directly in front of you. I am standing in front of my mom. It is has been my belief we are at the end of the line whoever I become aware of a man who has been standing behind my mom. I have missed noticing him because he has been engaged in each of the rooms as the line has moved. I on the other hand have been waiting in line with my mom not entering the cutouts. To satisfy my curiosity who might be standing behind my mom I walk behind her now in a position to see into the cutout where the man stands. I discover the man in the room is Michael. My second partner. He looks amazingly beautiful. All the reasons I fell in love with him come rushing back. His hair glistens in the light of the sun and his beard seems to reflect the rays of the sun. Yet even with all this love for him I feel I need to scold him for his actions. I somehow feel he might have done some wrong against my mother. I want him to know I stand to protect my mom. I also feel he has hurt me. A part of me if mad over the pain he has created in my life.
As I stand there in discussion with him, I begin to become aware of the dream. Knowing I’m in a dream now I look at “Michael” and wonder what else might he be here to represent. With my mind focused on OB and feeling the love deep within me. I can feel it radiating out warmly by the sun reflecting off his golden hair.
My alarm rings and I wake up to snooze it. I quickly close my eyes trying desperately to return to the dream. My inner eye now sees cartoon characters. These are very similar to yesterday’s except these appear to be presented for a mature audience. The characters are dressed in cartoon suits, some I notice look like formal wear. They seem to be gathering for a celebration. I see their cartoon hair is black and well presented with clear delineation and distinction. They appear to be happy and proud. My alarm rings a second time.
~~~~~~ DREAM ENDS
As I was journalling my dream and describing the cutout rooms I had a very strong feeling that each room represented a day in my life. I seem to be stuck not engaging fully in each day because I am attached to the idea that I must care for my mother. My mother in her wheel chair seemed unable to enjoy each day either. I was unaware of Michael’s nearby presence because he was in engaged in life. There is also the idea that I’m stuck in the past possibly morning the past. I can’t see love in today.
I had an amazing dream last night. I am traveling among the stars. At the very end I thought I was laying here in bed watching an educational program on TV. The images in my head were so crystal clear and the sound on the television was so clearly audible. The program was very interesting and fascinating. The program I could tell was coming to an end. They started talking about a little girl, the first little girl to travel in space. She was taken on a shuttle mission to fix something on one of our space satellites and to the moon. I can see the shuttle on the television flying past the satellite. It is approaching a round object which at first looks fuzzy. As we get closer, I immediately recognize it as the moon but it is not the moon we are accustomed to. It is a space ship much like the Death Star in Star Wars with some major differences. There are three lines that go across the surface of the sphere horizontally similar to the Death Star. One at the top around the +60 degree longitude and two in the southern hemisphere around -15 and -45 degree longitude. The lines are obviously viewing windows with blue light emanating from them. Between the two southern lines is a circular disk similar to the Death Star except this one appears to have the ability to rotate. The disk reminds me of the face on a quarts watch. Along the general surface of the moon are randomly shaped crystals that serve as viewing portals. The shuttle approaches the moon along the northern ring. This ring forms a continuous window which tells the history of the moon from it’s inception. The line doesn’t go all the way around. I can not see where it ends but I can see where it begins. The start of the window frame has a tapered aerodynamic shape. I think to myself why don’t we board the moon because then we can look out through the windows. I feel it has been such a long time since I’ve been on the moon. I wonder if no one is on-board the moon right now.
I can see the shuttle that is carrying the little girl. It looks like one of the triangular shaped stealth planes the government uses except this one is considerably thicker. People can actually stand up in them and walk around. The shuttle flies low in the sky allows me to clearly see detail. It is apparent it is doing these maneuvers specifically for me to witness. At one point it flies in a formation that allows me to see the tops of the wings which to my surprise are not dark grey like the rest of the aircraft but instead are a translucent white that conducts pastel shades of vibrant color. It also becomes apparent that it has the capability to fly not only horizontally but vertically by raising a section of flaps on the white surface of the wings. The flaps have an L shape when raised for this configuration.
Now earlier in the dream I am with a team of people. We have the ability to move between dimensions. I am in a world where everyone is asleep going about their business. They are doing fun day to day things but they are asleep unaware of their total existence. I am on an escorted tour of this world. I break away from the tour because I want to know what they are choosing to hide from me and the rest of the world. I can deduce that I am from this world and I too have been asleep for a very long time. The minute anyone wakes up they come at you to suppress you and force you back into a sleep state. They hold the reality in place for us to believe our subspace reality.
I come back to the tour guide and tell him that I have found an access door above this room. He gives me a wink and a node and tells me to go ahead and explore it while he continues the tour for the remaining people in my party. I climb to the highest place in the room and push the ceiling panels up. The panels give way exposing other realms and other dimensions of existence. I make my way out and I am able to see the world as it really is. I have the ability to fly and do incredible things. I seem to have no limits on my power to transcend space and time and move through dimensions.
The overlords quickly discover I have breached their barriers. I use this opportunity to understand what they are trying to protect or guard against, why the do so and how I am being manipulated into believing something that is not entirely true or is not the complete truth of who I am. Its the egg becoming the chicken and coincidentally overcoming fear. At some point I must mature that time is now.
I am trying to evade the authorities. They are there to keep the peace but it is in their interest. Now that I am awake, I have an inalienable right to be a full and ascended being to travel the universe and other dimensions to discover who I am. I have learned the process and I understand I too can hide from them and slip past them. They have been so focused on us down below that they have become somewhat myopic and have lost the ability to see in 360 degree views. This description seems to fit an analogy for which there are no words. Every button that is now available to me I can push and experience. I spend a great deal of time moving back and forth between dimensions. On occasion they would find where I was and try to come at me. I discover what triggers them to notice me which is when I focus my sight on them their reality begins to fall apart I seem to have the ability to see through them. They desire form and I am trying to escape form. Yet they have the ability to take form and move out of form. They seem to have two states of form one is similar to our physical reality and one in a higher dimension and above that a pure etheric form.
This little girl had taken the space flight to fix a satellite and to see the moon. I am thinking how could this little girl fix a satellite. I see the moon and the many little portal crystals scattered all over the moon that made it look like a planet. The many crystals watch me as I fly past them like people sitting on bleachers in a stadium cheering my passage. I look back to take in it’s beautiful golden metallic color.
Vignette: I remember seeing large trucks that have encircled the city. The trucks are so close to the pedestrians I feel trapped by them. I am standing on the sidewalk and one of the trucks nearly runs over my toes. It literally clips the tips of the souls of my shoes.
Main Dream: Someone calls me looking for a job so I become his recruiter. He presents his qualifications including his medical records and I offer him assistance in preparing his resume for the questions he might be asked in the interview process. He meets with my bosses yet my bosses aren’t aware that he was coached by me. They are very impressed by his resume and he gets the job based on his preparedness. Slowly over time it is revealed that I coached him in the process. I hear someone say, “No wonder he is so well prepared.” I apparently don’t work close to their group I just happen to know a great deal about what they do and what they are looking to create. We are all sitting around a conference table.
I excuse myself and get up to go the the bathroom for number 2. As I enter the bathroom I am given a button to turn on the lights. It functions as a remote control. The button controls the lights in the house. including the bathroom. They suggest I take the button with me into my waking life. I sit on the pot to focus on relieving myself all the while examining the button in my hand. Feeling relieved I return to the conference room holding my button. I am told the button is a new piece of technology the group has been working on. They are offering me the button in recognition of my contribution to the technology by having prepped the guy. They encourage me to take the button with me. As they are explaining the technology I am sensing something is not quite right. I still have the urge to pee. Knowing I’m in a dream I tell them I have to really go to the bathroom. They motion to me to press the button. I press the button and immediately wake up in real life.
~~~~~ Dream Ends Here.
After waking up I thought how unusual that in the dream I had to use the bathroom. I don’t remember ever using a restroom in a dream. I have been in a dream bathroom before but never actually believed I was actually using the restroom to relieve myself. I definitely didn’t go number 2 in my bed. I remember being in the conference room and needing it. I even excused myself to go. I apparently knew where this dream bathroom was located. It was in the bathroom where I was given the button. So if that part of the dream only happened because I really needed to go then did the dream create a bathroom on the fly for me to use. I remember it being a normal bathroom. The buttons were on the counter. I was told to take one and specifically to take one back with me implying that I was in a dream and I was expected to return. At that moment I didn’t fully understand. I assumed it meant to take it back to the conference room. After using what I thought was number 2 and feeling relieved I took the button with me back to the conference room. That’s when they explained what the button was for. It was what they were creating. It was the work for which they hired the guy I prepped for the job. The button is a remote control to turn the light on. I was to take it back with me into my waking life. When I realize I still had to use the bathroom and attempted to excuse myself again they instructed me to push the button. I immediately woke up.
When I woke up I recognized the button as something I already have in waking life. Its a night light.
Last Word: I initially recorded the dream with my voice recorder but when I sat down to journal it I journaled it from memory. Interestingly the vignette i didn’t remember until after I heard the recording and so I added it in. The weird part is tonight I almost ran over a pedestrian. I was coming up a main road and along the side walk were a line of people waiting to go into a bar / restaurant. I wasn’t traveling that fast when a guy decided to cross the street. There was a cross walk there but no light. I thought he was waiting in line with the rest of the people standing on the sidewalk. For some reason he just began crossing. I slammed on the break and nearly ran over his toes. I was just telling my Airbnb guest about what happened before I sat down at my computer to listen to the recording. The first thing i hear is the vignette. How coincidental that I nearly ran someone over just like in the dream.
I had a dream where I find myself at a resort sitting beside a kidney shaped pool. The water is amazingly clear and the sun is shining brightly. I’m given a few products which are still in their packaging. They look like cosmetic that one can apply on your face or body to beautify. I’m curiously curious becoming aware of the many options available to me that the products provide. One of the items is a air freshener that also doubles as a small portable heater. It has a red grill and beige back. I drop it in the deep end of the pool and it descends to the bottom with the red grill facing up. I pause not knowing why I took the action. I realize it doesn’t belong in the pool. It appears to be within my reach but knowing I’m not good at fishing things out from the bottom of any pool because I’m not the best swimmer I’m cautious yet knowing I must retrieve the object, I walk toward the shallow end to get in and retrieve it. I see a man who looks like Buck entering the pool. I ask him for a favor if he is kind enough to retrieve the object for me. He complains the pool water is cold but proceeds cautiously around the outer edge of the pool. Arriving close to the deep end he dives to the bottom. As he descends, I realize how deep the pool actually is. I know it would be far to deep for me to descend. I am amazed how he is able to extricate the object with precision. He must be able to see clearly under water and is able to compensate for any distortion. He returns to the surface to hand me the object. I’m relieved to see the pool is restored to it’s original clarity.
There is a guy who looks like David who is sitting at the bar. The guy is my representative. He holds the all time record of 117 which is the highest world record. A new player arrives on the scene who is staring in the game. He has taken the major leagues by storm. He is younger than David and now a joint title holder of 117. The game is being played for the kids to teach them about sportsmanship. I wonder if David is planning on retiring or if he continues as a mentor.
I am in the upper room of a lodge. I am with a teacher who does home schooling. She shows me a small bird that only has one or maybe two feathers. The delicate bird is so small and just now beginning to grow. I notice the cage doesn’t have anywhere for the bird to perch. The gravel in the cage looks like cat litter. I look around for something I can use to provide the bird with a perch. In the corner of the room is a wooden bird cage with multiple levels. It is not ready to be occupied but I imagine the day when the little bird might occupy the cage. As I look out the window I see across the valley a house fire. The fireplace is on fire and threatens the hillside. I am pushed to evacuate but feel conflicted about the bird and how I might save it. I wonder where my animals are. I notice the door has closed behind me and wonder if I have locked myself in. Am I trapped? I turn the knob to find the door opens freely. I then walk through the door. On the other side is an office space where half of the room is nicely decorated in solid wood paneling which gives it a very rustic appearance and the other half is more conventional and utilitarian. I see a stroller in front of me and think to take the stroller with me. The stroller has two parts. At first I am pushing both parts separately which makes driving the stroller difficult. I quickly learn I can fold one part and place it in a secured area within the stroller.
As I awoke from the dream I saw an image of the Grinch. This time his furr was a mustard green color. His eyelashes looked golden and the sunlight shimmered on his furry face. He then smiled at me in acknowledgement.
In today’s dream I am the proud owner of a new house which may be part of an estate because it is quite luxurious with marble entries and the pool is brand new with low lighting to be very enticeing. I’ve initiated a password to enter and leave the pool area. The code is BLACKY. There are some friends with me who are ready to leave and are waiting for my authorization. They show me their belonging so that I can waive them through. I notice there are a few lamps I brought with me that I’m not sure what to do with or how to use them. There is a small closet next to the pool where I decided to store them. Storing them here takes up all the usable closet space.
As I woke up I saw a red and forest green-grey colors that reminded me of nutcrackers.
As I was falling asleep last night I remember thinking oh look these are the space shipsI could see them flying in the air. I then saw a woman. She looks at me and said something. I immediately new I was approved.
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.