You’re Majesty; The Queen

September 15, 2018

In last nights dream, I am in a village in a distant place with my dog Butters.  The village is a place of twin cities which sit along a river.  One side is a population of indigenous Indians like Mayans.  I can see their elaborate and the earth tone colors they wear and beautiful head dresses.  On the northern side is the City of Royals.  They are the crystalline people.  They have outfits made of shimmering particles.

Two women sit on thrones.  One is a grandmother and the other is the great grandmother.   The great grandmother is the furthers away and she sits upon a mount which oversees the City of Royals.

On the other bank of the river there is yet a third area separate from the twin cities where a giant monolith stands.  He stand 100 times taller than any man in the village.  He wears all dark grey silver color.  He is a monolith of granite yet he is animated and alive.  Some time passes before I realize he is standing across the river.  I spend this time visiting with the villagers freely passing between the northern side where the Royals live and the southern side where the villagers live.   I’ve spent time on both sides with them the entire time unaware of a divide.

I hear a voice ask, “Did you pay your respects to You’re Majesty the Queen?” I look around and for the first time witness the Monolith Man.  HUH? Who and what is this?  Who is he referring to as the Queen?  I assume he is referring the the great grandmother who would in essence be the queen.  I am now for the first time aware of the divide between the cities.  I recognize the distinction between the two cities.  I realize the two mothers are queens and they sit on the Royals side of the divide.  The Monolith insists for a second time, “Did you pay your respects to You’re Majesty the Queen?”  If this monolith has been standing here all this time he would be well aware I have visited and played with them for this entire time.  They are family to me.

Overwhelmed by his sheer size I feel obligated to go back to the City of Royals and pretend to satisfy his request.  With deep reluctance I travel back to the northern side where the Great Grandmother Queen sits.  I approach kneel before her and ask in a whisper, “Great Grandmother what’s up with your son?  Is he not paying attention?” Knowing she is regarded as nobility I seek her protection given my size in comparison to the Monolith.  I ask her,  “What should I do?”  To which she answers in a loving tone placing her hand on my head and combing my hair with her fingers,  “Well call me, You’re Majesty and Just go along with it.”  This angers me because it seems unjust after all she is my great grandmother and who is this man who orders me around.  To please the situation I whisper “You’re Majesty is that enough?”  Now with an overwhelming sense of impending defeat beckoning every fiber in my body to respond. I turn inward for a moment to summon a response for the Monolith.  In this moment of deep inner contemplation a rush of energy floods my body.  From the my feet upward, my body fills with the energy and I immediately take flight.  The rush is so great I am forced to temper the energy so as to not fly too high above and out of their sights.  I realize this seems to be an adequate source for power to use in response to the Monolith.

While in flight I take the opportunity to learn how to control flight.  I try different maneuvers.  I suspect I am somewhat lucid here because this seems to be an automatic response to flight some earthly programming I have inserted into the dream to test things pertaining to flight.  I notice some of the makeovers don’t respond as well as others.  As time passes I seem to be losing the ability of flight.  I try navigating to different places in the dream some with success some requiring a great deal of mental effort.  I wonder if the way to more effectively control the dream is not my intent to move toward objects but instead my intent to have the scenery move toward me.  Maybe my power is conserved by having everything else move around me in response to my desire while I remain still.  I look down and behind me and notice I am now sitting on a chair while things are in motion around me.

With this new found awareness, I return to the villagers.  As I approach from the skies I can see the surprise in their eyes as they cheer my return.  I can see them going about their business in their homes.  I am somehow in the mind of everyone here.  I seem to know all that is happening.  There is a feast where we eat and celebrate.  It is now time for me to head back home.  They offer me food to take back with me.  The only place to carry the food is in my suitcase which is not the best place to store food but I do it anyway.

Upon returning home I have a false awakening.  Where I believe I’m back home.  Except the family I am now a part of are Indians from India.  I bring out the food I have packed to share with them.  Their customs are different from mine.  Everyone eats of the food.  I suddenly realize I have traveled back home and forgot to bring Butters with me.  I enter a state of extreme panic like that of  loosing a child.  The dream must have known it needed to intervene to calm me down.   I then felt my dog move who was nestled comfortably between my legs on the bed.  I reached over and patted his head with an overwhelming sense of relief I returned to the dream now fully lucid.

I take advantage of my lucid state an asked the question,  “What gives with the divide.  I wish to understand the separation between the twin cities.”  I instantly found myself on the banks of the river looking at two distinct time windows much like a portrait of each city.  One millennia past and one today.    The one today the river is very over grown with flowers and wild grasses along it’s banks.  The one from past is pristine tranquil in its beauty yet dark and still.

Still wanting to understand more I find myself in the City of Royals.  This time the city is empty only I walk here among the ruins of this place.  I enter the school where I walk through it’s classrooms.  I hear the voices of children play yet no one is here with me.  I find an origami someone has left behind.  I begin to unfold it examining how it was constructed.  Fold by fold, I deconstruct the origami revealing an inner message.  It is a code of secrets.  In the lower right corner as I unfold the last piece of the paper I see a milky white head crowning through the crease in the page.  I pause knowing this is a reference to a baby.  I pause to look at the paper still not wanting to fully open it savoring the moment and trying to take in as much information as possible.  I look back at the writing.  It is not writing I consciously recognize yet I am intimately familiar with it’s message.  At some level I understand.  Deep within its creases I see the face of a woman.  She is talking to me yet I cannot hear her words but I can see her lips move.  I clearly understand the message.   “Its possible if you want it badly enough.”

 

~~~~DREAM ENDS

 

I chose to take the alternate spelling of the word you’re instead of your given my knowledge of dreams and the wordplay that happens in dreams.  Also given that each character in the dream is a reflection of me.  I assume the dream is telling me I am majesty, I am hewn from stone.  The dream I think is also telling me that I am the queen and ruler of my life.  I have motherly instincts.  I need to pay my own regards to myself and recognize and honor this part of me.

This dream is deep with meaning.  I found it interesting that when I approached the queen I didn’t acknowledge her as queen I went back to refer to her as grandmother and asked what was up with her son?  What made me assume the Monolith was her son?  How and why did I equate the monolith as her son?  and am I the monolith?  Am I the son?  Do I need to bring my self down a level and pay for what I want badly enough.  Funny how in so doing I found my energy.

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As I was waking up from the dream I saw the letters SS or it might have been 55 and then the word Marron +35R.

 

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First Little Girl In Space

Moon

July 22, 2018

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.

What an amazing dream.

Apex U-Boat

July 2, 2018

I am in the military.  The military has adopted and modified my invention that allows for space travel and travel to other dimensions.  They have adopted it for large scale use.  It is able to do simple functions by accessing other dimensions.  I worry that they have not incorporated love and passion into their formulas believing instead that those qualities are innate to being human and not applicable to their interests.

We are stationed in a bay.  I can see the mountains in the distance.  I can see the hills are smoking and projectiles are being flung in our direction.  The only way to survive is to board a u-boat.  I don’t feel I’m quite ready to transform and go into battle.   I board the u-boat and as it begins to sink in the water my consciousness is released and remains above the surface of the water.  I am now flying above the bay.  They are aware of my presence.

I reunite with them and they show me how they push the smoke into the barrel of the gun.  I have seen this before.  It is the opposite direction of what you would expect. This process creates a wormhole.  In this moment I pause and a thought arises, “They have reached a point of inevitable success.”  I realize I didn’t look at gaining strength in my endeavors.  I consider what it would take to acquire strength.  I find a cool place to ponder my goals.  I believe I can mingle unnoticed among regular people in a nearby restaurant.  I find an area in the rear of the restaurant by the cooling coil.  It reminds me of the engineering room on the Star Ship Enterprise where you see the warp drive pulsating with light.  Once again they find me and am forced to engage.  We activate the cooling coils and move them to a new location.  I can see the apex of this room.  I understand how space travel is mastered.

Hands Off Chaplin Toe

 Words by Edgar Leslie. Music by Archie Gottler, Johns Hopkins Sheridan Libraries, The Lester S. Levy Sheet Music Collection
Those Charlie Chaplin Feet

I had a dream where I have a Charlie Chaplin hairy toe.  Now I’ve never heard of such a thing but that is how the dream described it to me.  I see the man’s toe which is bigger than the average toe and very hairy.  At times, the toe opens up to reveal a hand.  There is a train operator who is in charge of conducting a black armored car on the track.  It looks similar to a Presidential Motorcade in that the walls are reinforced and the windows are tinted black.  I understand the train to be mine (Charlie Chaplin’s).  Standing there looking at the locomotive I notice a dent in the handle which looks more like a refrigerator handle because the door is so thick with reinforcement.  Unhappy with the situation I reach in with my hand to depress the dent from the inside.  The handle immediately returns to it’s original shape.

I board the car and inside find a machine which produces sound effects.  I test the machine by selecting more sounds to be mixed.  I set the tone, tenor and pace.

 

~~~~~DREAM ENDS HERE

When I woke up I thought to myself what an odd dream.  From where in the world did my subconscious mind dredge up a reference to Charlie Chaplin and of all things an unusual feet.  So I did an internet search for Charlie Chaplin Toe and found a song done called “Those Charlie Chaplin Feet“.  Here is the song on YouTube.

The Wild Man

Last nights was about a wild man who is a cave dweller.  I could see him eating meat off the bones.  I can see how his sons lead the same life of hunter gathers but they seem at one with that way of life.  It is awkward for me to see their poverty even though they don’t view it as poverty.  They wear their animal skins with pride.  I am the one perceiving through a filter of societal norms and notions of the way I should act and carry myself.

A Killer On The Loose

Swat TeamI had a dream where a killer was on the loose in my building. I fall prey to him and he takes me hostage. He loosely ties me up and stuffs me away in the closet next to my bed. Through the crack in the door, I can see his movements as he nervously paces back and forth to gather his strategy periodically looking out my bedroom windows to determine if the coast is clear.

I am in fear for my life. How could I ever escape his grip? This is a life or death situation and my captor has the upper hand,. In a flash of light, the moment comes for him to make his move to take me to a more secure location. My entre bedroom with me in it is teleported to a place among many. I am one of many similar examination rooms. They now have me under observation in my bed. His swat team is probing me to quickly determine my vital signs my make up and whether I’m still worth the value of a hostage. I get the sense that I’m worth more to them alive than dead. I feel like I’m being detained in a hospital. My arms are strapped with monitoring devices.

They are planning to extend their net to find men similar to me for capture. I need to find a way to send an encrypted message to the authorities those who may be aligned with me. My captors are targeting a group of gay men congregated for an event in a hotel. Telepathically, I can see a room filled with men. I seem to be able to communicate. I’ve successfully alerted them to the danger but will they make the right choice to evade their own capture.

I am struggling to awaken from the dream. My eyes open and I can see a female looking at me in examination. The others quickly push me back down into bed. I fall back into the consciousness of sleep. Their guns are firmly on me as their target. I hear and feel 3 shots into my bed yet none pierce me. I believe the shots were intended to be a warning.

Slide Rule of the Dead

Slide RuleI had a dream last night where I am given a slide rule that not only predicts the future but creates the future you wish to have.  This slide rule is a prototype for instructional purposes to demonstrate that the concept is feasible.  Oddly enough this slide rule is limited to the simple task of giving a shave. It creates a future shave on anyone you choose.  I am highly skeptical of its ability.  Frankly, I think the idea is absurd but it has my curiosity.  I examine it carefully noting the slider and options provided on it for the degree of shave you wish to manifest.  By moving the slider, I am able to affect the future. Knowing I’m not one to give myself a shave….I decide to set it to give me a shave at some future date.  After moving the slider I place the slide rule down on my night stand and lay back down to sleep. 

Moments later after I am supposedly fall back asleep in the dream I begin to feel pressure on the nape of my lower back.  This can’t be possible, I’m thinking to myself.  Did the device really work?  The time is now for a shave.  I try to move my arm behind my back to apprehend whatever force is touching my lower back but I am unable to move my arm.  I am in sleep paralysis. Struggling to regain consciousness to verify the presence of this supernatural force against my lower back, I finally awaken from the dream but still unable to move completely paralyzed much like a false awakening but I know I am really awake. 

There is a woman floating above my bed.  She is an oriental woman with beautiful features and well defined ruby red lips. Her hair is pinned up like a china doll.  “Who are you,” I ask mentally of her presence.  Her presence floats over me in a diagonal direction from my lower right and up toward my right shoulder.  Still struggling to regain control of my body my arm finally wakes up and becomes responsive.  I move my arm slowly and intentionally in her direction painting a continuous circle with my index finger in the air around her face in a slow and persistent manner to get her attention and let he know I am aware of her presence….once again telepathically asking with stern emphasis, “WHO ARE YOU?”  In response to my question she puckers and pinches her lips forward as to point in the direction of my night stand as if it somehow holds the answer to my question. Moments later she disappears. 

I then rolled over and went back to sleep.  The dream continued….this time the device I am given is a more advanced version with no limits to the possible outcomes of what the device can manipulate.  This upgraded version has a tiny video screen where the sliding cursor is located.  Impossible I’m thinking to myself as if the last one wasn’t bad enough.  Yet a part of me wants to look into its window to see the future.  I am very much aware that I am dreaming.  I am aware that no harm can come to me by confronting my dream.  I am aware of my previous dream and I am emphatically determined to find out where this all leads.  I want answers from the depths of the collective consciousness. 

Looking into the sliding cursor I can now perceive  the future.  It is an amazing experience.  The beauty and power of this gift suddenly turns gruesome.  With its power comes knowledge of darkness.  I now see the decade bodies of the dead whose spirits are trapped desperately wanting to communicate but their bodies are no more.  These are ancient civilizations forgotten and left to decay in darkness.  In shock I woke up with the vivid image of a dead man impressed upon my mind.

I don’t often have nightmares but this one I would certainly classify as such.  I don’t know how much of the dream was influenced by my day’s events.  I did see a very disturbing movie earlier tonight, Crash High Voltage.  It was rated B by Yahoo movies so I considered it a good pick.  I was sorely disappointed in the movie.  I considered walking out at several points in the movie but since I had gone with a friend I decided to stay.  The amount of violence in the movie was very disturbing.  I have to ask what kind of society have we become that movies like this receive B ratings.

So who was that woman and what on my night stand was she calling my attention to.  On my night stand sits a lamp, my alarm clock, my cell phone, my wallet, my voice recorder for capturing dreams and in the drawer several my personal items including the remote control.  At the base of my night stand are several about 5-7 spiritual books. 

This one remains a mystery.    

Clergy With Someone

ClergyLast night I had a restless night that resulted in a series of disturbing dreams. In the first dream I am at a party and we are blowing up balloons. They are the type of balloons that are twisted into animal shapes. The balloon I am given is black. The objective is to blow up the balloon to the break point without breaking it. As I begin to blow up my balloon I notice it looks like a penis or dildo. I am disturbed by the image and I want to stop but I feel committed to the challenge. I don’t want to fail. I’m aware that the more I blow the more pleasure is felt by those around me who are observing me. They are urging me on. I’m approaching the break point. Just one more puff. The balloon bursts with a loud pop. I immediately wake up startled by the loud sound and burst of air at my face.

As I open my eyes there is a fat black man looking at me with puffed cheeks, pinched lips and bulging eyes. He reminds me of Louis Armstrong. I am extremely annoyed at his presence. He is the reason why my balloon burst. The look in his eyes tells the whole story. He is making a joke of me. I backhand him and roll on my side to go to sleep.

I then had a dream where I am dating a guy over the internet whose screen name is “ClergyWithSomeone.” Our conversations occur mostly over the internet. At first our chats are pretty typical and very delightful. Then something changes the mood shifts for some reason and I suspect something is wrong. I’m trying to figure out what has changed. Why is it that the internet acting differently? As I examine the computer I realize my hands are stuck to the computer. I am trying to figure out how to detach myself from the device. I’m pulling the computer away from me over my head like a pull over sweater. At this point when I am almost free a white note is passed to me seemingly a chat request. I feel it is from someone trying to help me. I immediately grab for the note in the hope of freeing myself. I’m beginning to wake up.

When I open my eyes I’m completely disoriented. I cannot make heads or tails of my room yet I am awake. I feel like I am recovering from just having passed out as if the blood is just now returning to my brain. As my brain begins to make sense of my bedroom, I see three men floating above my bed. They are standing together in a group facing each other. They are humanoid with the face of an animal specifically a bear or a beaver. Again I am extremely annoyed with them for the dream they have given me. I don’t feel they are making fun of me they are simply telling me the truth, a truth which doesn’t feel so good. I back hand them and turn once again in the other direction and fall back to sleep.

I have another dream. In this dream there is a police officer that has been stocking my house and watching me through my closed windows. He has been watching my movie played on my television screen, a movie of my life. I feel violated. He knows my most personal and intimate details. Upon becoming aware of him I step outside my house onto the front porch to confront him. Given that he is a police officer, I feel I must comply with his demands. He wants to enter my home to inspect it. I turn and walk back toward my front door. Something inside me says, “DON’T DO IT….DON’T BELIEVE HIM…DON’T LET HIM IN. I must react quickly. I make a run for it at a moment in time where he was not expecting it. I slam the iron door closed and quickly turn the dead bolt lock. I tell him he must wait outside while I call the station and confirm that he is in fact who he says he is and has the authority with which to search my home. My actions angers him greatly.

I am in a panic inside the house not knowing what to do next. Who do I call? What should I do? The panic places me in a lucid state a super conscious state where answers are coming to me. I remember that I know how to fly. I am the master of my dreams. I alone am the script writer. I alone must confront him but I will do it prepared with a super conscious awareness. I practice for a moment flying back and forth within my dream house to verify that I can indeed fly and I have my super human powers at my readiness. I then open the door to confront my oppressor. It is dark outside and he is now no where to be found but I know he still lurks in the darkness.

I now go about my business. I walk through the house taking note of all the details. There are mementos of my life and memories of my mother. As I start to remember where I came from, I become lost in the experience. As the wave of information starts to end, I come across a group of photos. They are photos of me with my friends taken in the past. In the first photograph I see the man my oppressor the same man who stood outside my house dressed as a police man. I clearly recognize him now. I hear myself say, “I hate him.” I can’t believe we were once friends but here is the truth on paper. We were friends. I flip through the photos. We are together in a majority of the photos. He smiles like a horse. I remember his presence even in those days was overbearing but he was my friend.

I then hear a sound at the door. He is back and the front door is wide open. He enters the house. We both take flight and confront each other in mid air in a great show of force. He is an extremely powerful opponent with powers that equal mine. His advantage is that he has lived in this underworld for a long time. It is his home turf. I am on his playing field. I on the other hand have been away from my powers having used them only sparingly during the course of my life on earth. The knowledge of how to use them is steadily coming back to me. We collide many times in mid air but I am not backing down. It is not only me for whom I am fighting for. I am fighting for the freedom to be as we really are in our full potential. I am fighting for my family’s right to sovereignty, peace and security. We finally lock each other in a choke hold. I’ve got him by the neck gripped under my arm.

The struggle wakes me up. As I open my eyes there is a face of a man beside me. His face is bright red and he has an expression that is undoubtedly evil. If there is a devil this man is him. Interestingly he has two piercing one on his lip and the other on his nose. He is completely red except for both piercing which are a vibrant luminescent blue. I am amazed that I am seeing this before me in a fully conscious state. I give no expression other that of sheer determinations and steadfast resolve to stand my ground. After a few minutes….his image fades. I then got up and went to the bathroom to pee.