Wizard’s Pie

June 17, 2019

In last night’s dream I am with my MKP group at a retreat. There are many activities planned for the weekend. At the very end there is a ceremonial reception for the MKP Members and their guests. I walk into the auditorium thinking I’ve done this before so I should remember the routine but there is a laissez faire attitude about me where I am not really concerned about getting it right. I simply want things to unfold naturally without my input. Someone comes to assist the new initiates get to where they need to be. Since I am haphazard, I enter through the door where family, friends and other invites are to enter and be seated. I decide to help out with the initiates since now that I have entered through the wrong door I will have to make my way to the member waiting area so I may as well help them make there way to the secret area. I remember there is a door one can use from this side to access the other side. As I am about to escort the initiate through the secret door my cousin Jeanette appears unexpectedly. She is excited to see me and say hello. I pause for a minute to greet her and introduce her to the initiate. In doing so, I become aware of the ceremonial robe I am wearing which is my Halloween Cloak.

After a short greeting Jeanette retreats to the guest area to view the ceremony and I continue on with the initiate to escort him to the designated area where the members wait. Passing through the door we walk down a dark corridor. I reach for my cell phone so it may light my path and upon looking at it, I can see it is smaller and of a higher technology than the one I remember having in real life. When did I change my phone? I can not recall ordering a new phone so this must not be my phone yet it seems to respond to me as if it were my cell phone. Intrigued, I examine it carefully and think back to the last place where I charged my phone. It was in the member waiting area where we are going now. I will attempt to retrieve my cell phone and leave this one in its place as someone may be looking for it.

Now in the member waiting area, I look around for my charger and phone. Not finding the charger I pat down my pockets again for a second time and feel the cell phone in my right hand side. I reach in and retrieve the cell phone. Looking at it, It is in fact my cell phone. With the other hand I reach in to retrieve the other cell phone and notice it is now only the box it came in with the shrink wrap plastic.

At the end of the ceremony everyone is invited to take with them any left over food. I have a particular interest in the fruit pies. They must have been a big hit because they are pretty much all gone. I decide not to take anything back with me because nothing can substitute for apple crumb and peach pie.

~~~~~~~~ DREAM ENDS

After waking up and thinking about the dream two things really struck me, the Halloween Cloak and the cell phone. First off cell phone always are an indication my guardian angel Jennifer is near by. It wasn’t until that thought crossed my mind that I equated Jeannette with Jennifer since they both sound similar. My mind went back to the first dream where my Guardian Angel Jennifer gave me a cell phone I can use to call her anytime I need her.

Here is the original dream when Jennifer first showed up. Taken from my book, In the Course of a Dream, Emmanuel For Love pg 97.

In Case You Need Me, Speed Dial 4 on Your Cell Phone

            I am at a county fair where we are guests at a hotel.  One of the rooms in the hotel has dining tables that are laid out with orange and red tablecloths.  Each table has a center piece that is garnished with pieces of dried fruit.  Adjacent to this room is an outdoor white cloth tent where they store fruit that they have grown organically.  Each type of fruit is stored in its own personal wooden crate.  It reminds me of something you might see displayed at Pottery Barn, except that at Pottery Barn they might be selling fruit scented candles individually packed in their own little crates. 

By force of habit, I take the bug spray and spray the fruit.  I am told that I do not need to do that because the fruit grown here does not have bugs.  I am thinking I might have spoiled their organic crop.  I realize my mistake and quickly discard the bug spray.  Far away in an adjacent tent, I can see that there is a black lioness who is giving birth to her cub.

            I felt a tap on my shoulder which caused me to awaken suddenly.  As I opened my eyes, beside me was the figure of an old bearded man who sat in a lotus position on my bed.  I instantly recognized the man to be Sri Yukteswar, who was the Guru of Paramahansa Yogananda, who in turn was the founder of the Self Realization Fellowship.  I was a student of SRF many years ago when I first ventured away from my Christian upbringing.  I had studied with them for about two years but never went through with their Kriya Yoga initiation.  It was through the lessons of SRF and their many references back to the Bible and other scriptures that gave me a renewed and fresh appreciation for scripture.  They helped me recognize God as one and the same across all religions. 

            Sri Yukteswar began talking to me about the universe and how the number of the universe was 4.  I could clearly see his lips moving but I heard no sound.  I laid there puzzled, wondering why of all people Sri Yukteswar.  I could understand finding Paramahansa on my bed but not Sri Yukteswar.   I knew very little about him other than that he was Paramahansa’s Guru.  He kept talking and talking and making facial expressions.  I kept trying to tell him in my mind that I could not hear him. 

“I can’t hear you; I can only see your lips move.” 

He would respond, “Yes you can.” 

I would tell him again, “No, I’m sorry but I can’t hear you; I can only see your lips moving.” 

He would patiently reply yet again, “Yes, you can hear me.” 

Looking back in hindsight, I realize that even though I did not hear anything audibly with my ears, I did apparently receive his message telepathically, otherwise how would I have known what his responses were and his message to me about the properties of the universe. I did not know how that bit of information would help me until much later when it became apparent that much meaning is hidden in astrology and numerology. 

            He finally faded and I rolled over and fell back to sleep.  A couple hours later, I awoke suddenly to again find him standing beside my bed asking me for the time. I looked at my wrist watch but since I was not wearing my glasses, I could not read the time on my watch.  Instead, I held out my arm and tapped my index finger on the face of my watch, indicating for him to look at it for himself.  He apparently did not want to make the effort himself to look at it but instead wanted me to tell him the time.  Knowing he was not going to leave me alone until I told him the time, I sat up in bed to look over at my alarm clock, which sat on the nightstand on the other side of my bed.  The digital clock read 5:45am.  “It’s 5:45am.” 

            This was the morning for sudden awakenings because for a third time I would be roused yet again and with magic and grace given a code by which I would confirm the existence of my guardian angel.  I had been in a dream where I was with a group of friends.  One of my friends named Jennifer had taken a special interest in me.  (In real life, I do not have a friend named Jennifer) She gave me a cell phone that had her phone number preprogrammed in it so that I could call upon her any time I needed her for any reason.  She then showed me how, by simply pushing a single button, it would autodial and connect me with her. 

As I was standing there with her, she pushed the button to test the phone.  In that same moment in real life, I awoke suddenly.  Without even thinking, I reached over to grab my voice recorder to record the details of the dream I had just had regarding the preprogrammed cell phone.  As I got to the part where I recorded, “….and she tested it by pushing the button like this,” my real phone on my nightstand rang. The sound of the phone ringing was captured on my voice recorder.  I did not answer it because it was too early in the morning so I assumed it had to be a wrong number.  I also did not correlate the testing of the preprogrammed cell phone with the synchronicity of my real phone ringing at precisely the same time. 

It was not until later that day when I went to journal my dream into my computer that I replayed my voice recording and heard the phone ringing in the background. Then the synchronicity behind it all hit me.  Mysteriously, ever since then whenever I have dreamt about my guardian angel and have gone to journal the dream, the message indicator on my cell phone would beep to let me know that I have a message.  It would beep at precisely the right time and not as a result of having been moved such that it had come into cell range.  

I did not know if my cell phone was faulty, but it could go the entire day and not beep at all to let me know that I have a message.  It always beeped at precisely the right time to let me know my guardian angel was with me.

            We are the fruit of the vine.  We are spirit having a human experience.  That experience can never adversely affect our spirit no matter what it is that we experience.  We are bug-proof. Our fruit may dry and be boxed away but our mother, the lioness, is continually giving birth to its cubs.

            Since that dream, I have learned from one of my spirit guides that Jennifer, whose name is actually Guinevere (which means “white fay” or “white ghost”), is in fact my guardian angel.  I have one spirit guide named Felicity who is around me all the time.  She reminds me of my older sister.  She has shoulder length straight hair and short bangs down to her eyebrows.  Her hair curls forward as it comes to rest upon her shoulders.  She has a signature trait of closing her eyes and softly shaking her head from side to side like in the shampoo commercials.  In the etheric world, her hair moves with great body and bounce as if in slow motion.  Every time I see her, she does her signature move as it has a way of pacifying me.

            As I am sure you might be wondering, I would like to share here how I came to know their names.  For a long time, I did not know.  I just recognized my spirit guides as nameless, simply having seen them before.  It happened one day in a guided meditation that was ironically titled, “Channeling Your Spirit Guides.”  While focused inward on my third eye in that meditation, I had a vision where my spirit guide came and did the little thing she always does with her hair.  I had my headphones on, listening to the guided meditation, and on the recording as if on queue it said, “If you should see any of your spirit guides simply ask them their name.” So I did.  To my surprise, I heard a voice say, “My name is Felicity.” 

Shocked, yet knowing I had to take advantage of this moment, I asked her to please also tell me the name of my guardian angel, to which I heard the voice say, “Don’t you remember? Her name is Jennifer and she is the one that calls you on the phone.” 

I had not equated Jennifer with an angel. In the dream she appeared simply as a person and not as an angel.  Recalling the memory of Jennifer from the dream and the times when my guardian angel had appeared, it suddenly rang true.  I had a moment of clarity and I remembered all the places I had seen her in visions and dreams and I knew Felicity was telling the truth.  She was the same person. 

Angels do not always appear in visions or dreams in their winged form.  They come to teach a lesson and will appear in whatever form necessary to carry the intended message.  One must look to the soul of the person or spirit to know who is there. 

~~~~~~~ END

As I read this now for the first time I am in amazement. It has been 10 years at least since I’ve re-read my own words from my book. What struck me were two things, the numerology and lioness having her cub. First I am currently unemployed trying to find a job. ….. SO HERE IS WHERE THE MIRACLE HAPPENED…….. the phone rang my cell phone and it was a job offer. I am no longer unemployed. I didn’t even have time to connect all the other dots. The coincidence that my original dream had the lioness giving birth to her cub and here I am about to have a baby in just a little more than 2 month. The fruit from the original dream and the fruit pies from the second dream. The initiates and the initiation into Kryia Yoga. Bizarre similarities including the phone call ushering hope that my Guardian Angel has not abandoned me at my time of greatest need.

And here I was going to translate this as simply message of faith. God has a greater plan. Well now I can say God definitely has a greater plan and a new job and that lioness is about to give birth to a little cub. AMEN AND AMEN!!

Fisher of an Asian Man

March 23, 2019

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.

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I don’t remember too much about last night’s dream but it goes something like this. I am at someones house possibly mine. There is someone maybe an Airbnb guest who is using the bathroom. He has been there for a long time. I need to brush my teeth. He is standing slightly to one side of the vanity. I finally confront him telling him I need to brush my teeth. I remark, “…well you’ve been there for a long time.” Without exchanging words an answer comes back. He tells me that’s why he has been standing off to the side. In other words, he is allowing me space to do my business. He in essence is waiting on me.

I proceed to brush my teeth removing the tooth brush cover. The shape of the cover strikes me as odd. It is cream colored. I don’t recall having one in real life but I brush my teeth and head to the kitchen where my mom has made some dolmathakia. She has two type on where the grape leaves are plastic and another where the leaves are true grape leaves. I immediately recognize the way the grape leaves are folded as if there were a family fold to the leaves. Curious I see both the plastic grape leaves and the real grape leaves to be equal and satisfactory in part because what matters is the fold.

~~~~~ DREAM ENDS

Dolmathakia: The name comes from the Turkish word dolma, meaning “stuffed;” and aki means “little one,” so adolmathakia is literally a little-stuffed wrap.

I found it interesting I’d dream about this food. Dolmathakia is something I’ve eaten and I like but I don’t have it often more like seldom if ever and it wouldn’t be anything my mom would make. I also found it interesting that I recognized the fold as being identifiable and associated with my family’s way of doing things. It draws me back to something I’ve never before journaled about before. For a long long time a symbol has been showing up in my dreams and visions. This symbol appears over and over and over again. It is abstract and shows up in the way things are arranged or lay or in the way hands are placed. I could equate it to the doing I love you in sign language. It is something that happens so frequently I’ve just become attuned to recognizing it. The grape leaves were folded with this pattern which I recognized immediately by looking at the ends where the folds are visible. It remind me of E=MC2 or the Om symbol or the letters M ( 3E ) C. It can be expressed with the hand except I’ve never been able to replicate it. It has to be viewed from a specific angle like shadows on a wall. This is a mystery I’ve not yet solved so I have refrained from writing about it. I’ve often wondered if I am seeing it in another dimension who’s attributes I am unable to describe because I’m limited by this dimension. One thing I know is it is consistent and obviously recognizable.

Last item is when I first woke up I had all the dream in my mind. I remembered everything. It felt amazing. I thought to myself, this is something I will journal about today. I no sooner had that thought when all was lost. I simply couldn’t replay the tape in my head. At that moment I had a vision where I could see 3 dimensional block letters having height width and depth to them floating in the air. When the letters arranged themselves it read phonetically Jury.

ju·ry1/ˈjo͝orē/
A jury is a sworn body of people convened to render an impartial verdict (a finding of fact on a question) officially submitted to them by a court, or to set a penalty or judgment. Modern juries tend to be found in courts to ascertain the guilt or lack thereof in a crime.

So interesting where this stuff comes from and what it all means.

I Cried Last Night

March 7, 2019

In last night’s dream, I am visiting my oldest brother Paz. We are at his house and I am helping him clean and empty his house out so that he can sell it. In the wall between the living room and dining room he has built a nativity manger scene for his daughters to play with. It is about the size of a shoe box with miniature characters. His girls have left it with the last scene they had set up in the box before they grew up and had no need for it anymore. It is the only remaining piece in his house given the box is built it into the wall.

Standing in front of it, I reflect on how life might have been for him raising three daughters. I exclaim, “The house is much bigger now!” My other brother Louie and his family arrive at the house. His wife Maggie mentions there was a snow storm overnight which dropped heavy snow and now the roads are covered. I attempt to look out the window to see the road conditions for myself but I am unable to tear myself away from the manger box. I ask him if he is planning to hit the road for home? He nods as to affirm his decision. I am saddened because it is the last time I will be in this space. Tears roll down my face with a feeling of abandon filling my heart. Why is it our family always has to leave in separate directions?

~~~~~ DREAM ENDS

This dream was unusual in that I don’t often find myself crying in a dream. I remember the feeling of loss was so overwhelming. Mainly it was a separation anxiety that I was having to leave on my own and I would need to manage with the snow myself.

Belle-Aire

February 18, 2019

In last night’s dream, I am having some kind of party at my house. I have a lot of invited guest who are over visiting. It is possibly a baby shower but I’m not entirely sure. The party is planned to continue as a slumber party. I am pleasantly surprised how successful a host I’ve become. There is food and people look happy and they even want to spend the night because they are all having so much fun.

I guess there is a part of me who is curious how this party was planned. So out of the blue I ask, “Where are we?” I feel I have caught them off guard. Some possibly believe I’m playing a game with them. Someone answers with the name of the city. To which I respond, “You have to show me on a map like pin the tail on the donkey.” They quickly bring a map to me and drop a pin in the city. I study the map not recognizing the land formation. I sense this place is situated near Nova Scotia. How is it my city where I live and am hosting this party also exists in Nova Scotia?

Still in some disbelief, my consciousness zooms in on the land formation and comes in closer to see the name of the city. (I can’t remember the name.) Sure enough as the name comes into focus it is the same as my city. It exists here too. I suddenly sense this is where I am now and not back in DC where I normally live.

~~~~~~ DREAM ENDS

I struggled to remember the name of the city. It was so clear in my mind at the time and interestingly it never occurred to me to say well that is not DC. All I remember is it ended in “aire” possibly Bell-Aire. The name was also hyphenated and the hypen on the map lay between the area of what looked like Halifax and Dartmouth. I remember the land mass was evenly split there. I don’t know it was actually Nova Scotia for sure but the shape of the land mass was similar and it felt like my consciousness was up in that area.

The Guardian: BaghDaddy TOVR

The Guardian: The birth of Baghdad was a landmark for world civilization.

January 5th, 2019

I had a very bizarre dream last night could be as a result of having a terrible cough.  The dream goes like this: I’m attending a theatrical performance.   A tragic drama.  I’m not so much scared at first because after all it is simply a reenactment.  I can see how the scenes play out and how the props are positioned for the show.  A part of me seems familiar with the story line as if I’ve seen it before but it feels live now.

On a side bar, my neighbor and I applied to be extras in the performance for extra money.  Both of us were selected to be audience participants along with a third friend who I am sitting with.  The theatre is dark so I call out to my neighbor Janell and she responds.  She is sitting in a separate section of the audience.

The performance begins.  It is a story similar to the Wizard of Oz where everyone feared the Wizard.  They show us how the Wizard’s face is illuminated on stage.  The actors are given a drug to induce an altered state of consciousness during the performance.  The drug projects their inner world,  their fears and aspirations, onto the stage for all to see.

Once it begins I am somehow sucked into the drama, yet a part of me is aware I might possibly be in a dream or at least I have asked myself the question.  The drama is so moving I am swept up in it and loose myself in the experience.

I now find myself on stage playing out a scene where I am at home looking out my kitchen window and notice the Venetian blinds are broken.  I suspect my neighbor Evelyn has something to do with it.  I wonder if I am actually at her house because I don’t recall a window in my kitchen.  Considering they are broken, I pull the blinds off the window.  We are now sitting around the kitchen table talking about the performance as if it had passed, yet the effects of the performance are still present.  As I look around the room beyond the boundaries of the kitchen I notice it is not actually a kitchen we are in some kind of barn or circular enclosure something similar to where you might heard horses around a circular track to show them.  I am told we are actually in Baghdad and we need to secure passage back to the US.  I am confused how in the F.. did we get to Baghdad.  I tell them this makes no sense.  They explain the performance took place in Baghdad and that’s how we arrived here.

Someone passes out credit cards with pictures of people on them.  They are credentialed cards which we are told to take them and make them our own.  Again I complain, this makes no sense.  I then ask what am I to do with my dog?  They respond that dogs are not allowed passage to which I say well then I’m not going without him.  The person motions to me to simply ignore the dog.  So I place my dog butters under my shirt as if I were pregnant.   I mutter to myself, “I’m sure they will figure this out.”

Next I’m told that we have to each take a bride.    Escorting a line of young women who look way too young to be brides to me.  Each one is already pregnant.  We are told the children need homes and therefor we are to marry them and secure safe passage back to the US for ourselves and the bride we are trying to help.  This is a humanitarian effort to help the women with children.

I am presented with a young girl with long curly brown hair and golden highlights.  Her hair is messy as the living conditions here are not ideal for proper grooming of a young lady.  I’m told to secure safe passage for her and her child to be.  Again I’m thinking this makes no sense.  If this is a dream why does it look so real to me?  I am curious to see outside the circular barn we are confined in.  Looking across the room I can see between the shutters across the way a sign reads vertically,  “TOVR.”

I think to myself, this is too real I’m getting up.  With that thought I awoke from the dream.

~~~~DREAM ENDS

Extremely bizarre dream because it felt so real.  I remember being in the dream and asking if this is a dream why won’t it end.  When I woke, I didn’t know whether to wright it off as a cough sick mind hallucination or something I should actually journal.  I’m glad I did because it was only after I journaled it that things started to make sense to me.  I’ll reserve some of the interpretation to my private musing but will say it rang true on many levels.  Especially when I searched for an image.  I wanted something circular related to Baghdad.  I simply did a Google search for Baghdad.  Half way down the page I came across this circular image.  From the thumbnail, I couldn’t tell much about the image other than it generally resonated with my dream.  Once I clicked through and saw the article from The Guardian which is something I was asked to be for the bride and child in the dream but amazingly it also was about the birth of baghdad.   Obviously and most likely a play on words Bag Dad.

Another striking ah ha moment was the word TOVR.  I was sure the word was nonsense.  Simply ramblings of the mind but I pulled it up on Wikipedia and found some clues to the riddle.

Tobar or Tovar, a Spanish village ruled by the Tovar family in the Middle-Ages, place of origin of the Tovar surname.  Tobar is located in a valley, surrounded of small hills, the Hormazuela river crosses the village from north to south.

The economy is based on agricultural farmers, mainly cultivating cereals, wheat and barley. The soil has lots of lime, but is very fertile, providing good harvests most years.

Tobar has a continental climate, very cold in winter and very hot in summer. The minimum temperature in winter can get to -10 °C; in summer the temperature can get to 35 or 40 °C, but summer evenings are cold, getting sometimes to 10 C°.

 

Tovar, a fictional character from The Strangerhood
Tovar is the token ethnic minority of the group. He has a very strong and silly accent, and tends to be absent-minded, which leads to problems like leaving the stove on and having it catch on fire. Like Wade, Tovar is not the most intelligent member of the group. He also tends to refer to himself in the third person. He claims he has a twin named Tobar, and that being sexy is a crime in his country. It is revealed in episode 17 that the real Tovar was split into two people during the time travel process, creating one that was “pure evil”, and the other “pure moron” (this being the Tovar shown most in the series). Like Evil Tovar, his final fate is unknown, although the 17th episode suggests that his DNA would be liquified and drunk by Catherine, Dutchmiller and Scientist Sam, who stayed on Strangerhood Lane. All that is known of Evil Tovar is that he was sent to his “original time” which apparently is Wall Street, New York 1929, making it possible he started the Great Depression. Tovar reappears in Season 2, having become a Time God and “helping” keep the timeline safe by lighting things on fire along with the Gnomes. Tovar seals Wade’s new Strangerhood away from time because it will ruin time, but after Wade promises not to create his Strangerhood, Tovar allows everyone to leave.

 

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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.

~~~~~ DREAM ENDS

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 amazing dream where I am walking in my old neighborhood.  I enter the house where I used to live.  No one is in the house anymore.  It is very cold.  I walk into the bedroom and feel a presence in the room.  I hear my mothers voice.  I know her spirit is with me.  I am not afraid.  I can not see her but I know she is there.  Knowing I can see spirits indirectly, I look over and see my moms dresser.  I look through the mirror at an angle and see my moms face.  She is dressed like a clown.  How interesting I think to myself.  I decide I want to see my own reflection in the mirror so I walk around the bed and stand in front of the mirror to look at myself.  As my image comes into focus in the mirror, I look exactly like my mother.  I am dressed like a clown with all my facial features accentuated.  We have the exact same face and same make-up.

I decide to walk around the house to see if I recognize anything.  I walk through the kitchen and find it to be much larger than what I remember it to be.  It is not any kitchen I have ever lived in in waking life but yet it is a kitchen I am intimately familiar with.

I decide to walk outside. The landscape has rolling hills.  The village sits along a coast line.  Someone walks with me.  The person is wearing a purple hat.  I believe it is my mother.  I want to show her I have the ability to fly.  I ascend with just a thought soaring high like a kite.  I can see the coast line much better from this perspective.  I fly toward the coast line noticing the depth of the water increases immediately after moving off shore.  I worry I don’t know how to swim so I fly hugging the coast.  I can see the fish swimming in the deep waters.  I feel free.

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In last night’s dream I am with a group of people.  We are enjoying some casual social fun yet working in some capacity.  It is work that is casually fun and social.  A man and woman come up to the podium where I  am stationed and discretely offer me a sandwich bag with squarely folded money.  Along with the money are shavings of white chocolate.  They also offer me a transparent box with an assortment of deserts, danishes and ice cream.  The man and wife identify themselves as old friends.  I take a contemplative second look at them and immediately recognize them.  The man says the sandwich bag is for my personal consumption.  He instructs me to offer the box of deserts to my coworkers.

Inside the box is an ice cream cone with a caramel top nuts.   The cone is beginning to melt so I take it for myself and offer the remaining items to those around me.  I am very happy to see the man and wife.  They follow me as we walk around.  We are in Los Angeles.  We reminisce as we walk past the areas where we used to live.  We arrive at an apartment building with an exterior flight of stairs.   As we walk up the stairs the the woman sees a billboard in the distance and remarks to herself as if speaking to the billboard.  The billboard is a picture of my mom and dad.  The man says to the woman, “Would you stop talking to the billboard, we are here.

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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