I woke up feeling very happy this morning. In my dream I am with someone I’ve met and have established a relationship with. We have a great deal in common. He likes games and we play games together. We go on outings together and when we are apart we reunite when we are free. In one scene we are separated because he has to address his responsibilities and I have to address my responsibilities but we have a plan to reconvene at a later point in the day. During my time alone I gather the things I experience to later share with my partner. It is a fairly new relationship so I am thinking about him all the time. I am planning on sharing all my adventure with the groups I participate with. When we do reconvene later in the day, we retrace our steps and share the details of our past. He is excited and engaged. He tells me we are recovering the past to which I say we are members in our lives.
I chose this image because my “Partner” likes to play games in the dream. This image I found of a game board “Having Fun with Math & Science” I liked because of the different activities depicted on the board. I imagine each experience in that area of the game would be something someone could share about. It also has a path to follow as represented by the steps you take on the journey.
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.
I don’t remember much from last night’s dream except that in the dream I just had a baby. One thing I remember is being very surprised at the amount of support I am getting from friends and family to help me raise the baby. Even people I don’t feel particularly close to offer to come and support me by helping me care for the child. I sense their desire to support me as honest yet under normal circumstances an offer like this I would deem dubious and possibly with strings. I welcome their support.
I then woke up as the alarm sounded. I quickly snoozed it to try to go back to the dream. Laying comfortably in my bed I see cartoon people gathered along the right side of my field of vision curving up at the farthest point. All are short and stubby much like the families in South Park. My attention is drawn to a blond haired little boy around the 2 o’clock position. He reminds me of the Butters character in South Park and by the way is where I got the name for my dog Butters. As my consciousness approaches as if time is passing by the family begins to mature and age. They mature out of their cartoon characters into human forms. There are more or less about 7 individuals present. I know them to be family. My awareness arrives at the boy who is now around the age of 14 or 15 years of age. He is slender and blond haired. I somehow know him to be my son. As I look around I wonder why the family isn’t larger. I’m curious to know why my dreaming mind stopped constructing people at a count of 7. Knowing this moment will pass quickly, I turn to get a good look at my son. He has slender features and his blond hair is now very long. I think we should probably cut his hair and give him something to eat and welcome the family.
~~~~ DREAM ENDS
It is always fun to find a picture online that can graphically depict your dream and I’m always amazed at some of the finds that are so perfectly inline with my dream. Today is a perfect example of that. In the dream, the family of characters were mostly lined up on the right side curling back around at the furthest point so as to remain in my fields of vision. I thought if I can find a picture with Butters out front in the 2 o’clock position and maybe the people along a road gathered on the right side that would be the image I would go with. Voila I found the inverse of what I dreamt. And to top it off, they have food being served in the background as an after thought just like in my dream. And the bald man on the stage with a grey beard well who might that be I wonder? Although I love South Park after all I named my dog after the character Butters, I’ve never seen this episode of South Park so I know my dreaming mind didn’t reconstruct something I’ve seen before. Did my subconscious foretell I would find this image? If time is an illusion, which I firmly believe it is, then what came first my dream or this episode of South Park? In my dream the cartoon characters at the end morph into people. The work of spirit is fascinating to me. Encountering coincidence like this makes me keep coming back for more. I love being connected to the collective unconscious mind.
I normally try to find images for my dreams that are not subject to copyright. But there is no real way of depicting South Park without an actual image of South Park. One nice thing is where I found the image on FANDOM they had this Fair Use of Copyright disclaimer which I was unaware of. I guess me having a dream comment on South Park falls under Fair Use in my opinion.