Last night’s dream was so power packed and full of excitement. In the dream I am making room in my house to accommodate two new roommates. Each roommate is expecting to get a room and a closet for storage. As I walk around the house, I assign the rooms and closets to each roommate. I wonder if I will have enough space for myself. In the process of walking through my house, I take in my inventory what I have available at my disposal to share with others and those things I can re-purpose for new uses. I also take in areas and functions of the house I had long forgotten about. One such area is the shed outside. It has four bowling lanes covered with AstroTurf. They appear to have a multipurpose use. Currently my trash is set out beside the shed. I can assign each roommate one of the bowling lanes which they can possibly use to store additional items like a bike or outdoor equipment. I am relieved to discover all the extra uses for the space.
In the area of the shed, I discover several discs possibly 2 or 3. They are metallic flat discs with a highly polished surface. When you look at them from a certain angle they become hyper-dimensional allowing me to see into them. There is a whirlpool vortex of water on the ocean within the disc. The cyclone becomes more forceful and more powerful the more I stare into it. I can feel the water start to splash off the disc and into my dream dimension. I suddenly realize the purpose of the disc. I raise my hand to the disc allowing my hand chakra to connect with the energy of the spin. As it connects with my chakra, I suddenly see rivers like veins of iridescent green liquid. Every so often a green ball travels down the river like an Easter Egg. I somehow know this is what gives superheroes their strength much like Kryptonite. It also has the power to keep you young.
Knowing I have to focus on my responsibilities toward my roommates, I continue my inventory. My two new roommates are with me. I explain where things are situated in the house and what they are allowed to have access to. One of my roommates becomes very intrigued by the disc which I’ve set back down. I suddenly remember I have a picture of the disc on my phone. I wonder if I am able to activate the disc from my phone which would eliminate the need to carry it around to access its power. I am also worried someone else might steal its power from me or have it fall into the wrong hands or simply misplace it.
I pull up the image on my phone and place my hand over it as I did earlier. Immediately the disc is activated. Time is at a stand still. People around me are stopped in their tracks as the green rivers advance locking everything in place. Things are renewed and rejuvenated. The rains start to pour down. I can see flooding along my front door. I return the phone to my pocket allowing the rain to stop and the green rivers to recede. Everything goes back to normal. No one is even aware time stood still.
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…
In last night’s dream. I am visiting a day care center to view how they care for the babies. In one room there are two babies laying side by side in bassinets. These two babies are my niece Daisy’s children. There is poopie stuff oozing out of one of their diapers. Since I am their uncle, I decide to attempt to change the diaper myself. The diaper are rubber and has held like a cup all the pee. I notice the poop is much more stinky than I would have thought. For a moment, I become nauseous. Daisy walks in at the nick of time with some replacement diapers. She cleans them up and decides to allow them both some diaper free time. She lays the two babies on the floor in the center of the small room on a peach colored carpet. Both babies are bums up. I can see their tiny little hands which are so small I worry I may handle them incorrectly if I were to attempt to play with them or give them some attention.
As I leave the room I run into my friend Stephen who has arrived with his baby. He tells me he feels he doesn’t want to leave my on my own without any help. I had no idea Stephen also has a baby. His baby is much bigger and walks already. He has grey hair and is bald but he still refers to him as his baby.
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A few things which stuck out in this dream were the peach color of the carpet. I remember thinking, I hope that carpet is water proof. I had the same color carpet in when I lived in Palmdale. The idea I could experience nausea in the dream was a first and that I was actually able to smell.
I am very interested in doing elimination communication when the baby arrives so this might be a sign from beyond that it is worth trying and an assurance that I’m not alone. The image I found to go with the dream has helpful tips on EC. Its interesting I glance at all the images available with an idea of what I’m trying to convey looking for the best match. This one I liked and it just so happened it was linked to an EC website.
This seems like an important dream. One element has repeated over the last 2 night’s although I didn’t have a chance to journal the earlier dream. In last night’s dream, I appear to be an elementary school teacher. One of my students is Prince Harry. He is so adorably cute with his red hair. Even though he is a child he already has a beautiful beard. He has specifically asked to be in my class therefore it is a huge honor for me and recognition of my teaching lessons which he is wanting to receive. We spend much time learning new things with all the other students in my class. Although I’m the teacher I seem to also be a participant with the students. We all have a shared purpose.
At the end of the semester the final project is for the class to participate in a parade. The kids ready themselves early and surprise me by giving me a pre-parade march. I can see them coming down the street twirling their baby blue parasols. (I am standing at the corner of Union and Miramar walking up toward my elementary school.)
On a side bar the part of the dream that repeated from the night before was my friend Luis was in my dream as one of my students. He didn’t have a big role in the dream I was simply aware he was there. I’ve not seen him in a long long time in real life. Same was true in the previous night. Again he didn’t seem to play a major role I simply knew he was there.
On another side bar….yesterday I took a nap after dinner. All of the sudden I woke myself up with a puff of air. I blew air out of my mouth just like my dad used to do to me when he would pass by me and blow a puff of air in my ear. Still in a twilight state, I quickly realized what happened and closed my eyes again. I immediately saw the face of a man. He looked just like my friend Luis which is also my dad’s name. He wore a baby blue fedora. He was talking to me very fast as if he had a lot to say to me and very little time in which to do it. Common with these type of visions I could see him talking but I heard nothing. At some level in my subconscious I felt the meaning and importance but I can not put it in words. The best I can say is it had something to do with my roots and how I can ground myself by returning to the beginning; the corner of Union and Miramar.
As I write this I just realized that is where the blue parasol parade took place. I was standing at the corner of Union and Miramar when the parade of children walk up to me twirling their baby blue parasols. As a kid I used to walk down Union Avenue to get to my elementary school. A girl named Nina used to live in that house lived at the house on Union and Miramar.
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Meaning of Nina: Nina is a feminine name with unclear etymology. … The name Nina may originate from the old Slavic word Ninati, meaning “dreamer” or “dream“. Other origins for the name Nina include – Serbian, Native American, Spanish, English, Croatian, and Indian. Also the Spanish word niña meaning “little girl”
Meaning of Miramar: Miramar is a place name of Portuguese and Spanish origin. It means “sea-view” or “sea sight” from mirar (“to look at, to watch”) and mar (“sea”).
Meaning of Union: act or instance of uniting or joining two or more things into one: such as (1) : the formation of a single political unit from two or more separate and independent units (2) : a uniting in marriage also : sexual intercourse (3) : the growing together of severed parts
Last night’s dream was very cool and futuristic. In the dream, I am on another planet where I have an Airbnb I am renting. The renters have invited additional guests. I knock on the door and enter the unit to count the number of guest. They are clearly well over the number specified on the reservation. While in the unit as I am counting heads, it becomes apparent the space is much larger than I remember it to be. For a moment I question myself why I have a limit on the number of occupants if the unit itself is so big. This is when I am keyed in to the fact I am on another planet and this is an alternate reality to my daily life. Curious enough, I am intimately familiar with everything here. I know the type of guests I service in this reality.
The guests quickly agree they have exceeded the limit as there are 50 or more individuals here. They start gathering their belongings and proceed to return to their ship. Their exit is unusual in that they are exiting through the walls. They simply become part of the wall as they leave. There is one iron door that looks like a submarine ship door. It has a 5 pointed star on it with a circle around it. The circle is blue on one side and pink on the other side. As each individual disappears into the wall the circle illuminates. Once all are gone, the entire wall disappears and I am now able to see through it. I can see a blue opal gemstone cut like a diamond with multiple facets suspended within a triangle. There are 3 of these triangles each with an opal inside floating off in the distance toward the mother ship. I am amazed. I sense what I am seeing is of the utmost importance.
Next I see their ship take off. It looks like AirForce 1 with the pale blue and white colors. As it turns the wings cut a line in the ground and I am able to see the back side of the ship as it departs. The back side reminds me of the Millennium Falcon from Star Wars.
As I was waking up I had the name of Tom Soufer. Not sure who he as I don’t know any Tom nor any Soufers, but I was talking to him. The name was so clear in my mind as if I was talking to him in real life.
In last night’s dream I am applying for a new job along with a few other people. I am the first one hired on by the company and offered my choice of places to work. I choose my home as my location. Two others are also hired and they too choose from the remaining locations available. The 2nd person chooses to work from the business apartment and the 3rd is given an office space at the main headquarters.
I seem to be the lead and I go visit the 2nd person at his new luxury business apartment. Looking around the space, I realize this is where I used to live a long time ago. It is much bigger than I remember it to be. I feel a deep sense of connection to this place as I look around at the many rooms and courtyard. Number 2 is trying to decide which room in the home to make his bedroom. He has an iron bed with tall iron bed posts which he has positioned in the middle of the room. With such fond memories of this space, I am saddened that he has not made it his own yet and hasn’t completely settled in. He seems to still be living out of boxes.
He then receives a delivery at the door. It is a brand new brown fire truck along with many other items of value. The shipping manifest indicates these items are left overs from the previous occupant and he can simply take possession of them. They are now his to use as he pleases. Looking through the items, there is a letter which accompanies a Trust with $250,000 dollars in it. I am a bit saddened that I didn’t choose this space for myself. I could have been the lucky one to inherit all this wealth.
Our first project we need to undertake is sent to us. There is only one copy of the instructions. Given there are not sufficient copies for me to hand out to each team members, I am going to have to convey the instructions as needed. I open the document and read through the instructions. There are sections missing and also sections incorrectly ordered. I seem to be intimately familiar with the instructions even before I read them. I know exactly what is missing and what is out of order. It appears only I am qualified to do this job.
My alarm sounds and I get up to pee then returned to bed for a few minutes of precious snooze time. I immediately return to the dream. I and my team are getting ready to sit down and have coffee. I seem to be a bit envious of the good fortune of #2. I believe with all that money he has been lucky enough to receive he should treat us to coffee. I’m not even sure #2 realizes the value of what he has inherited. As I approach the counter, we walk past the fire truck. The paint on the truck looks brand new. It is a milky chocolate color with polished chrome accents. It is obvious the truck has great value. We continue on to the pastry shop walking through the courtyard. I now worry whether they will have the danishes I enjoy eating. To my surprise, they have the exact cream cheese danishes I love. We order our food and sit down to eat and discuss the instructions.
The instructions seem to be a manuscript for a movie about life on another planet. I can see the trailer of the movie playing before our eyes. The title says, “Come Live on Our Planet.” I then see a three headed dragon pass before the screen.
As the vision fades, I see one last person approach. The colors are muted monotone shades of forest green. He smiles at me as if to confirm, “Communication Received.” I look at his face for a moment to study his expression. He has a friendly and gentle face. His hair is thick and a bit messy. He is young in his mid to upper 20’s. I sense a deep connection to this man.
Last night’s dream was quite amazing. As I was falling asleep for the night I had a vision where I am with a young man embarking on a journey. A man calls out to us from a distance. As if calling me into the dream. I’m unaware I am dreaming because I’m still awake and was about to get up to turn off the lights but at that moment am completely pulled into the experience. I gesture over to the young man standing beside me asking, “Who is this man who calls from a distance?” His voice is very familiar to me. I focus on his face and like a mirage it begins to fade in and out. The first awareness comes to me, I am visioning. I’m still curious who the man is who calls from a distance. In this moment, I am unable to discern who is real and who is part of the vision. The man next to me feels very real. He is so much a part of me I don’t even question who he is. When in reality both are dream figures but it just doesn’t occur to me to ask who is the man standing next to me. I struggle to get a good look at the distant man’s face.
Cleo my cat jumps on the bed and awakens me. I get up, pet her and turn off the lights.
I lay my head back down and immediately return to the dream this time I am sitting in a charcoal colored pickup truck on the passengers side. The driver is the ferry man from earlier. He reaches over and hands me a key ring with about 7 USB thumb drives. I ask if he can identify the one we were watching earlier, the one he was just now showing me? He is too busy to pay attention to me focusing instead on pulling strings to ferry us to the other side. He dismisses me and say’s, “You’ll find it.”
I am now in a Colosseum where hundreds of people are gathered for an event. With this many people it is hard to control who enters and is present. I seem to be the head master or person at the top of the ticket but I don’t have full control on what happens at the periphery. It reminds me of a scene from Harry Potter. Magic is happening everywhere. Everyone knows magic here. Wanting to verify my audience and test whether my minions are in harmony with my ask, I send out a signal which in essence forces all those present to identify themselves. The responses come back. There are a few responses I am not happy with. A second call goes out to try to harmonize correctly. It is very much like tuning an orchestra. They must be in tune with my vibration for us to proceed. I am still not satisfied with the response. I hear something in a side room the kitchen. I walk over to the kitchen but don’t see anyone there yet I can here the clatter of dishes. It spooks me for a moment but I am determined to draw us in harmony. I walk around the kitchen attempting to come closer and closer to where the sound originates. I end up following the sound unto a brick oven with a chimney. The brick all around is crimson red. I wonder if I am going to get buried alive in here. I try to fly from this position but am unable to reach any heights. I sink deeper and deeper into the oven as the brick closes in on me. I refuse to be overtaken. I send out yet another signal which causes an etheric clearing to open in the walls of the oven. A swarm of dragon flies enter. They are of every color of the rainbow. They dance as they fly creating beautiful shapes and images of all sizes. The fluttering of their wings create a vibration. The vibration shakes loose the walls and all the surroundings. It is our frequency which harmonizes dissonance. I look up and float through an opening in the top of the oven.
I am now back in the Colosseum. People gather here. I see many wear green paint. I assume the green man is among us. There are many other nature spirits present. There is one man with an incredibly full beard. Someone is giving him a shower to hose off some of the green from his thick curly beard.
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Thoughts in journaling: At first, I didn’t know whether to record the visioning part of the dream which came early before I actually fell asleep. I initially didn’t connect the Ferryman with the other part of the dream that followed until i heard the question I ask him regarding the USB drives. I wanted to see the one he was showing me earlier. It is at this point when he is busy pulling strings to “ferry” (Faerie) us over to the other side. Interesting play on words here. It wasn’t until the I thought the green man was present since everyone had green paint on that I understood the use of ferry. A green man is a faerie. So I think he was the green man.
The USB’s were also interesting. I thought what could possibly be on them? It wasn’t until later that I recalled watching YouTube videos of 8 week sonograms of pregnant women and noticed the doctors often hand out USB thumb drives with the sonogram images for the parents to keep. I think this equates places it in an OB category.
Other observation was my time in the oven. The oven bricks were red and the space felt closed in. I wonder if is a reference to a uterus. Could this be a reference to OB? Are faeries responsible for delivering children?
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Last night I had an incredible dream. I am at a place where many roads cross. It feels like the underground tunnels in the New York subway system. Some of the roads are cobble stones. I am here for a purpose. There is an alien in one of the buildings. I want to get close enough to see an alien first hand. I spot him on a freight elevator. I get close taking a good look at him. He hides his face from me. I feel he is doing so generically hiding his face because it is just what he normally does. I don’t feel he is hiding it from me specifically. I catch him at a moment where I am able to get a good look. Once he has passed without noticing me I go to where the alien came from to learn more about him. The room is filled with artifacts two of which are old turn tables to play records. I attempt to play one of them placing the stylus on the musical grooves on the record. The music plays and I wonder why an alien would have an interest in music.
I look at some of the other artifacts and one catches my eye. It is a pin ball machine that works with your breath. As you breath the pieces inside move. The pieces are pink and blue. I practice moving the pieces with my breath.
Someone calls my attention to a computer. I am instructed to log in with the aliens password but I don’t know the password. I then hear a voice in my head the voice of the alien sending me the password. I’m worried about leaving my fingerprints on the keyboard to I type the password with my nails. My nails are not making full contact with the keys so I decide it is more important to log in to the computer than to be concerned about my fingerprints. The password is an easy one “Just Do It”.
The password unlocks a new world and experience. I now find myself flying over the area where the aliens live. They can see me. The leader acknowledges me. I want to affect them in a positive way so I send them love and healing energy though my hands. I am starting to lose altitude and I’m coming up on the surface of the water where the lead alien awaits my arrival. I worry I won’t be able to swim.
My positive energy is starting to reflect off the surface of the water causing vapors to rise like clouds and bubbles. The bubbles float toward me. They are the most beautiful colorful bubbles I’ve ever seen. I am in awe with the site. Yet I’m still not upon the surface of the water which is now filled with the colorful bubbles.
An idea comes into my mind that maybe I can swim like a fish under water. I decide to trust. I allow myself to go below the surface. I take one gasp …. I am able to breath.
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.
Yesterday after my dinner I laid on the couch to watch TV and began to doze off. I resisted falling completely out because I had things to do so I was only allowing myself a short respite from my chores. I began to dream in 2 to 3 second snippets. Each snippet was completely different and unrelated to the previous one. I mussed over the selection of images being presented to me. In one I saw a vacuum cleaner nozzle scoop up particles off the floor. It reminded me of my mom since she cleaned houses for a living when I was young. The nozzle didn’t move but the particles it scooped up did. The dust particles moved quickly in a horizontal direction from from left to right. I remember thinking they are too precise to be random. The images seemed to have a very specific intent. In one I saw a tennis shoe stepping into the frame followed by the left foot. I focus on the ankles. There were so many of these snippets in quick succession like flash cards quickly passing through. The way they would enter and leave my field of vision seemed calculated. In some cases the scene would rotate and swipe off my minds screen like 3 dimensional computer graphics.
For a moment, there was a pause in the presentation which served to clear my mind of all thought. I suddenly peered into a dimly lit living room where a man stood in the center. Behind him was a window. I could see his entire body from about the knees up. He wore dark grey pants and a grainy blue t-shirt. I immediately recognized him as me as if I am looking at myself in a mirror but yet the scene behind him was not the scene where my physical body stood. He smiled at me as if to acknowledge the mirror image. I am the man in the mirror.
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I am struck by the deep sense of knowing when I see thyself. Just like when you unexpectedly step in front of a mirror you KNOWyou are looking at yourself. There must be a greater part of me beyond space and time maybe its my higher self. Maybe a part of me exist in multiple dimensions.
In the moment when I saw myself. I was more taken by the feeling of recognizing self than of what I was wearing. It was only in journaling it that I caught the colors. The colors were those I’ve associated previously with OB. Blue and Grey. Why was I wearing blue and grey. Of all colors why does my consciousness choose these colors. They are not even my favorite colors. Why was there a window in the background and why was the room dimly lite. I feel everything has a message nothing is by chance. Everything has meaning.