Supp-Hosed to Fly

April 19, 2019

In last night’s dream I am somewhere outside in the garden and see a hose like the one on my vacuum cleaner. For some strange reason, I pick it up and sniff the inside of the tube to see what’s in it. Come to find out there is a strange chemical smell seeping out of the tube. When inhaled this substances transforms the person giving the person the power to fly. We are being invaded by aliens from other planets. The invaders are unusual spider or octopus like creatures with many tentacles. Their space ships are cigar shaped. Come to find out the chemical in the tube was left there to allow us to persevere the aliens attack. The gas also creates an acrylic bubble the aliens are not able to penetrate.

I can see the alien ships coming toward the bubble. I can see them crossing dimensions. I can tell when they are crossing dimensions because it creates a distortion in my vision which looks like a ripple effect. I discover I now have the power of flight and fly high to survey the area. The effects of the aliens is coming in waves. I can see the coast lines where all the ships are coming in to dock. The waves on the ocean are flowing only in one direction toward the coast. It seems to be against the natural laws of physics. I am able to assist things in between the waves discovering who is needing help and what the current conditions are. People are dispersed in all directions but we seem to not be affected by the effects of the waves.

I wonder when and if my power to fly will wear off but so far I am able to fly at will. I soar with great ease as if I have flown my entire life. It is curious to me I am not afraid of heights. I finally return to the bubble where I decide to take a shower after a long day’s work.

Sun Set On The Starboard Side

April 4, 2019

Last night’s dream was very unique. I am with a group of people on a ship which is sailing on the sea. The atmosphere is very festive. People are happy and in costumes. I notice a rush of people coming in from the outer decks of the ship. Something is happening to them as they enter. They are dying as if something outside is killing them. There is a threat which is not yet understood. I seem to have some insight and I know it is connected to one passenger. I can hear his voice in my head. When the voice inside my head and the audible voice outside my head come in sync I know he is close. The villain has done something to the sun whereby the effects of the sun on the body are detrimental and cause instant death. The people who remain in the lower decks are safe from harm but there is a fear among us the villain might have something up his sleeve with which to attack those in the lower decks and cause harm. I am unsure if he is trustworthy because I know he is the indirect cause.

I walk the lower decks listening for his voice trying to learn more about his mission. I try to stay out of sight and at a safe distance to take in all the information I can. I come upon an observation deck where I am able to safely look outside to inspect the outer decks. I can see the sun begin to set in the sky. I see the Earth’s reflection on the opposing side. It is a beautiful sight to see. I am amazed by the size and clarity of the objects. I can hear the villain’s voice growing louder and louder but I am unwilling to take my eyes off the setting sun for it’s beauty is captivating.

I then have an idea. Given the sun is setting I go outside onto the outer decks knowing the sun can no longer harm me once it is low in the sky. I do so and take in the the final 3 minutes as the sun sets. Unobstructed on the outer deck, the view is simply breathless!

He’Wanna Believe

January 8th, 2019

Last night’s was very much like the Baghdaddy dream I had the previous night in that it felt so real I was sure I was not dreaming.  Even though there are things happening that are not possible in the real world I somehow was so convinced it was in fact real.

In the dream,  I am with my MKP Brothers attending an event at a hotel.   The night is quite festive.  There is even a drag show where some guests are naked.  I want to join in the festivities because it looks like everyone is having a roaring great time.  I proceed to take off my clothes and drop them off on the bed.  The night proceeds where we are having such a good time.  I next find myself in a conga line to enter a dance hall where the drag performance is to take place.  A person is collecting tickets to enter.  I’m told since I don’t have a ticket simply pull one out of the box where she is collecting the tickets and put it back in.  I do exactly that.  The person collecting tickets waves me on into the event.

The drag show is sensational.  The colors and music and festivities are so captivating.  The energy here is simply intoxicating so much it causes me to loose track of time or whereabouts.  After a long night of party, I decide it is time to return to gather my cloths but I can’t remember where the room is or in whose name the room is registered.  My wallet, phone and identification are with my clothes.  My consciousness in a moment of full awareness floats over the city trying to pin down where the hotel room is located. My awareness returns to my body and I decide to leave the dance hall through the exit door.

The door places me in the lower level concourse of the building with no sense of direction I simply start walking toward whence I came.  I think to ask someone on the hotel staff to assist me but I don’t even know the name under which the reservation is held.  I simply walk and eventually my inner counsel guides me to the place where I laid my cloths but my cloths are no longer there.  I can see where they once laid an etheric impression of where my clothes lay.    I pick up the cell phone and notice it only has one bar and 10% power remaining.  I am going to have to find my way home on my own.

I now find myself on a street.  I decide to start walking,  any direction will do.  I come to a cull-de-sac and decide to cut through the houses assuming there is short cut between the houses.  I come to a short wall and look over the wall.  It is a manageable jump should I choose to take it.  The homes are closing in on me allowing me very little space to maneuver.  I peak over the wall once again and notice it is about 11 feet high now a much more deadly jump.  I pause and complain inwardly to the dream for changing things on me.  I am now in a tiny alleyway between the two houses pinned in with nowhere to go.  The windows and doors are now faux windows leading nowhere.  The doors don’t even open.  With no more options except to jump over the wall a door opens and in walks a young man.  He is one of the men from the drag show.  He is no longer in drag but I can still see some feminine qualities to him remaining.  I ask myself how is it that he was able to open a door.  While the door is open, I can see beyond the door at all the possibilities waiting just beyond the door.

The door closes with both of us now confined in this small space I decide we should look for things to do to make ourselves useful given we have no choice but to exist here.  The space begins expanding showing the makings of a swimming pool.  It needs cleaning and construction to bring it up to a point of swimming.  A courtyard proceeds to unfold.  There is a birdcage that now hangs from the eves of the house in which a small iguana and hamster live.  Both seem to be friendly with one another.  A small yellow finch flies into the cage.  The slats are wide enough to allow the finch to fly in and out with ease.  The bird doesn’t seem to be worried about the iguana.  They all seem to cohabitate harmoniously together.

I poke my finger in the cage to pet the yellow finch.  It allows me to pet it’s head then passes through the cage to perch on my finger.  I have completely forgotten that I am confined in this space when I hear a Godly voice say, “Only I open doors, believe in me.”   The iguana and the hamster are now personified as people living in the cage.  I tell them I believe because God has opened doors for me.  The iguana looks at me with one eye half closed.  I can read his mind.  I tell him not to worry, he need only open both eyes and believe.

~~~ DREAM ENDS

It reminded me of the BaghDaddy dream because of how real it felt to be there and how long it was taking.  The dream seemed to not want to end when I was lost and trapped not knowing how to return home.  The dream would simply not end.  Confronted with the realization, This is my reality,  I looked for new possibilities.  I looked for things to do and create to make use of myself in this tiny space.  I loved loved loved loved the ending.  Out of nowhere comes the voice of God.  I just need humble myself and ask for help and believe he/she will open doors.  I also loved the play on words.  I guess all I have to do is trust in my inner voice.

 

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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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This dream i had two days ago but I didn’t get around to adding it.  Last night’s dream seemed to dove tail into it.  The dream is complex but simple.  I am on a roller coaster ride that continuously comes back to the same place for me to do something and then get back on.  The something I have to do is journal the dream from the night before.  I remember feeling very very tired of continuously looping around and around on the track.   At one point, I simply can’t ride it anymore and I get off.  This is when I recall being in the dream from the previous night where I notice a computer screen this is the same computer screen from the night before which I remember has journal entries.  Again as I did in the previous night I read the journal entries presented on the screen.  I am keenly aware the screen controls the track the roller coaster uses and I must write the script to differentiate the track to effect a new path.

In the previous night when I look at this same screen I am unaware of the roller coaster.  All I know is I am somehow a contributor to this effort.  We have work to do.  As I start reading the screen it contains information on the work being conducted.  I recognize the work and it becomes apparent it is a journal of the work which has been performed to date.  I ask someone nearby if they can confirm my assumption.  The person confirms it is in fact a record of the work conducted.  It somehow feels like a story of my life and my life’s mission.  The record is missing the latest developments and the course for the future.  I begin typing into a tiny keyboard that is very very small.  Someone notices I am struggling with data entry and hands me a cell phone which has voice to text dictation.  I begin using it to input the data stream.

My awareness now returns to the present moment in the dream.   The roller coaster now contains new instructions.  I no longer feel fearful or reluctant to embark on the coaster once again.  I am ready for the ride of my life.

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Snug As A Bug

July 25, 2018

Last night i had a dream that was troubling to me.  The concern is am I getting in over my head.  I am looking for an apartment to rent because I want to be close to people.  I sign a lease on a corner unit in a high rise apartment building.  I have only looked through the unit briefly.  As I do a walk through I’m trying to figure out what parts of the unit are actually allocated to me.  The color palate is mostly white with shades of beige.  I can feel the texture of the rug and fabric of the drapes.  I am concerned that I already have responsibility of a house and what I might have gotten into.  Why have I committed to additional responsibility?  I wonder if I can possibly continue to rent out my house on Airbnb and live for a while in the apartment to experience what it is like to live in an apartment setting and closer to my neighbors.  I can continue to monitor the needs of my house and not have to sell it.  I ask the owner of the apartment if it is OK if I bring my piano with me.  I tell him it has a low profile and should be easy to bring into the unit.  He agrees and says its OK.  I walk through the different rooms noticing the texture of the carpet and the emptiness within the different rooms and passage ways.  I walk into the bedroom and see two people sleeping covered head to toe under their sheets.  They have a throw cover over them that has a plush light brown texture which reminds me of Alpaca.  I figure I must have wondered into someone else’s bedroom or maybe the current tenant hasn’t fully moved out yet.  Is this my bed?  Should I be in bed with them?  I quickly rush to depart the unit not wanting to disturb their sleep.  I want to maintain their privacy.  As I leave, I take a minute to look out the windows and notice the pool down below.   I think I will like living here.

A Koinundrum

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 blink I am fast asleep.  The next thing I remember is waking up again in the dream.  (This is the first time I can ever remember falling asleep in a dream and waking up again within the dream.)  Upon waking I realize I’ve been asleep for 2 days which has caused me to miss work and not report in.  I am concerned I will be disciplined for not reporting in to work.  Yet those around me are not displaying any concern at all.  I feel refreshed and joyful.  A thought pops in my mind, “Who cares if I miss work!”

I turn my focus to the many projects I have left to complete.  My two dogs are now Koi fish and I realize they need to be placed in an aquarium.  I will need a large one because they are growing quickly.  As it is just my luck there are a few aquariums stacked up in the corner which do not appear to be in use.  The aquariums don’t belong to me but I who would refuse to offer up this space so that the Koi can swim joyous and free.  I place them in the largest tank I can find and fill it with water.  Once filled with water, I notice there was  a school of smaller fish who resided in the tank before I placed my fish in there.  Both sets of fish my large Koi and the small fish are huddled in their respective corners fearful of one another.  I consider a new living arrangement for the fish.  Maybe I can utilize the smaller aquariums and distribute the fish to an appropriate tanks.  Some larger Koi may be placed temporarily in a smaller tank in solitude while I find other arrangements.  Or I can move the smaller fish as a group to a smaller community tank.  The smaller fish were living in a very large tank with very little water prefiously.  I think this 2nd option is a suitable substitute for them although I feel I will be evicting them from their original home.  I would love for them to simply not fear each other and cohabitate in the large tank as a family.

co·nun·drum
kəˈnəndrəm/Submit
noun
a confusing and difficult problem or question.
“one of the most difficult conundrums for the experts”
synonyms: problem, difficult question, difficulty, quandary, dilemma; informalposer
“the conundrums facing policy-makers”
a question asked for amusement, typically one with a pun in its answer; a riddle.
synonyms: riddle, puzzle, word game; informalbrainteaser
“Rod enjoyed conundrums and crosswords”

 

pun
pən/Submit
noun
a joke exploiting the different possible meanings of a word or the fact that there are words that sound alike but have different meanings.
“the pigs were a squeal (if you’ll forgive the pun)”
synonyms: play on words, wordplay, double entendre, innuendo, witticism, quip, bon mot
“”you can make your own antifreeze by stealing her blanket” is a pun guaranteed to get some groans”

verb
make a joke exploiting the different possible meanings of a word.
“his first puzzle punned on composers, with answers like “Handel with care” and “Haydn go seek””

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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.

Cat Tail Walk

May 5, 2018

In last night’s dream I find myself looking for an Airbnb which I have reserved.  It is a shared space.  I drive around the block twice looking for the parking lot.  I am struck how my memory has full awareness of this location even though I don’t recall ever being here before.  This confusion causes me to miss the parking lot entrance even though I know exactly how to get there.  Once I put my trust in my inner voice I am able to find the parking lot.  I proceed to enter the rental unit and take a shower.  I am in the shower with my socks on yet my socks are not getting wet.  I now feel refreshed.  I return to the bedroom I believe I rented but find there are two other individuals staying in what I believe is my space.  I address the issue with the host who tells me that IS my space.  I complain I rented the space for myself and assumed the house was shared not the bed I’d sleep in.    Upset, I demand a refund.  The man tells me he will issue me a refund but he can’t do it immediately.  He can send it to me in the mail.  I feel vulnerable knowing I don’t have lodging.  I enter the three bedrooms to advise the guests about the discrepancy and injustice for them to witnesses the transaction occurring.  Like cockroaches to light the guests scatter to busy themselves.   I decide I will simply return home and consider it a loss. I feel justified in having received a refreshing shower and I’ve not lost my socks.

The parking lot sits on the top of a hill and there are steps which lead me there.  At the top of the stairs is a walkway bridge with only the side railing and nothing to walk on.  There are inner city children playing here unsupervised.  The children are fearless.  I wonder where they found the courage to do such risky things.  There is a 2 yr old crossing a bottomless bridge.  He is unafraid of falling.  He has a cat’s tail on his diaper that allows him to balance on the railing.  He has obviously done this before and is up to the challenge.  I ask where the mother is but the kids don’t yet speak so they are unable to communicate with me other than to simply acknowledge.

As I woke up I ran to the bathroom and returned to get a few more minutes of sleep.  As I closed my eyes I could see a black and white picture of me.  The image came in closer and closer such that I could see the fine pixels which looked like rice.

Symbolism of Rice

Rice is an ancient symbol of wealth, success, fertility and good health. It is powerful.  Tossing rice at the end of the ceremony is meant to symbolize rain, which is said to be a sign of prosperity, fertility and good fortune.