I don’t remember much from last night’s dream. What I do recall was immediately before I woke up to go to the bathroom I was attempting flight to try to evade some threat. I remember not being sure whether I could pull it off or not. I summoned my strength and flapped my arms and off I went into the heavens. I recall looking down and finding myself over a large body of water. I thought I should probably avoid flying over water since I am not a great swimmer.
While in flight it occurs to me to ask how is it I got here? As I am flapping my arms like a bird to try to maintain altitude a voice says to me, “Your ability to fly comes from within your core there is no need to flap your arms.” With a new awareness of my core, I feel the energy rising from within creating lift.
I then woke up and marched confidently to the bathroom. Once I was done, I flushed and flapped my arms as I returned to bed. I remember thinking, “Flapping doesn’t really help.”
Yesterday I took a nap and had the following vision/dream. I am looking at a model of the universe. The model is futuristic in that it is an actual real time representation of the universe as it is now. It is a miniature representation such that you can understand all concepts. There are two orbs which intersect and in them spins not just the universe but all multiverses. I am in utter awe of the representation. I feel connected to it in that it is knowable to me. As my awareness and understanding grows of the model my awareness takes a step back to discover this model is contained within a man’s chest. The two orbs fit perfectly in the man and are represented by his pectoral muscles.
I immediately think this man must be someone important maybe even God. I want to study the man’s face and see if I can recognize him. He has long hair and is not a someone I have ever seen before. There is something very magical about his face. His face seems to have many of the same properties of the universe.
I last night’s dream I find a suggestion box and in it is an announcement for a Good-Will giveaway. Someone has offered to give some old stuff away which belonged to an air force pilot. This pilot was part of an elite secret force. The items are high quality leather bomber jackets and memorabilia from his accomplishments. I see three jackets which I like very much. I set the jackets apart to try them on. I try one one then another and each time the guy who is hosting the give away reclaims the item as soon as I put it back down. I keep trying to tell him I have claimed them for myself. It is almost as if I am only allowed to claim what I can hold in my hand or wear. My attention is drawn over to a wall plaque with an award he received. The award has a symbol which is embedded in a crystal. I seem to connect with the symbol as having meaning in my own life. It seems I have a deep connection to the pilot.
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!
Last night’s dream was a repeating dream as if the dream wanted to make sure I got the message. In the dream, I am readying the baby stroller checking it over and learning how it functions. The documentation on the stroller says it comes with an optional bassinet available at a significantly reduced price. It is not the bassinet I had intended on buying so I am somewhat reluctant to inquire about getting it. Slowly with each iteration of the dream, I become more open minded. Each time looking over the features of the bassinet they offer. The features seem very nice and acceptable but I still have my heart set on a different one which I had previously previously picked out. Again the dream repeats until finally my alarm clock sounds.
I quickly snoozed it pausing for a moment to reflect on the bassinet offered at a significant discount. I am torn between the one I want and the one which is being offered in the dream. As I fell back into my snooze, I see a woman who looks at me as if to ask, “Have you decided yet?” I think she can tell I am having difficulty with this one. A thought comes to her mind and she opens her eyes wide open implying she has a bright idea. Her image disappears when my alarm rings for a second time.
Wanting to know more about the bright idea, I quickly snoozed the alarm. I grabbed the dog gave him some morning kisses and readied myself to receive the gift. I slowly fell back into my dream state where I am now looking through an obfuscated window. The glass on the window is made of honey combs. I can see through the hexagons, through the golden jelly which fills each hexagon and off into the distance where blinking lights seem to be fluttering. As the lights approach the window, I can tell they are not lights but instead flying butterflies or possibly dragonflies. The light is produced by the sun shining on the wings of the butterflies. Their wings are flapping slower than a bee or humming bird. They approach even closer to reveal their little bodies which look more like Tinker Bells. At times the light coming through the honey combs is refracted off the Tinker Bells which reminded me of a kaleidoscope. It was beautiful beyond words. Again my alarm sounds.
I quickly snoozed it yet again feeling I needed more clarity on the vision. I quickly fell back into the dream state. This time, I could see shooting stars falling toward me. Each star when it entered the atmosphere of the night sky in my mind blazed in a splendor of color, yellows, orange and peach tones.
Before the alarm sounded again I knew I had no sleep left. I turned off the alarm and laid in bed meditating on the meaning.
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The subconscious speaks in pictures which are not easily translated. Maybe they are meant to be felt and experienced. Where the images come from I don’t know. What amazes me is the clarity with which the mind can formulate the images with such perfection. I am not an artist with any ability to draw so how does my mind create such things. Simply amazing.
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I had a dream that I was staying up in Angeles Crest in the Angeles National Forest. I want to visit the nearby area so I set off on a pilgrimage down the Crest where I remembered as a child there being an observatory which sat atop a spire. I…
In last night’s dream, I am with OB. I am teaching the baby the ropes on the dream space. The baby is a young adult maybe in its mid-20’s. I can not see my child but I sense it’s presence over my shoulder as if riding piggy-back. I am confident in my training as I systematically walk through the lesson. We are trying to get back to my childhood elementary school to eat at their cafeteria. Along the way, we stop at my Junior high school since it is closer and happens to be on the way. The kids are monitoring the walk up food counter. We say hello and they show us the avocado sandwiches they have prepared for the day. I tell OB we need to continue and go all the way back.
We are almost there. We come to a street which is cordoned off by the police. Instead of the yellow tape the police use a thin baby blue tape which has high technology encoded into the tape. It reminds me of the LED lights used in my aquarium. I tell him they are probably surveilling our every move. We walk under and past the tape and arrive on the playground of my elementary school. It is early and only a few administrators are here. The children have yet to arrive. It occurs to me I should probably show OB how to fly. Even though the play ground where we are standing has more open space in which to demonstrate flight I choose instead to march on to the cafeteria which is the destination.
Now on the front steps of the cafeteria, I take a moment to demonstrate flight. Since there is less space here than on the playground I decide to shoot straight UP in the air. I soar like a rocket to heights not humanly possible. I have so much reserved energy I continue climbing in altitude even after I’ve stopped.
Now floating at the APEX of life and am still climbing from sheer inertia and momentum. I look down in the direction of the playground and wonder how am I supposed to land on the playground from this altitude. I have learned to fly but have I learned how to land? I assume it must be no different than landing from horizontal flight but the altitude is just so great. Slowly as my forward momentum decreases I begin to descend back down and land gracefully on the walkway between the cafeteria and the playground. I feel a sense of accomplishment having successfully taught OB how to fly and returned to my point of origin.
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This dream had striking similarity to my dream Wait One Cent (October 15, 1995). I’ve always known this dream to be a pivotal moment in my life. It solidly connected me to my dreams and inspired me to write my book. It left me feeling, “More will be revealed.” It is why I journal dreams today. I’m still looking for clues to the “more” from beyond to guide my life. I think this APEX dream confirms another pivotal moment and that is deciding to have a baby. The dream My Mother’s Name Is Penny which I journaled in 2008 10 years before I even embarked on having a baby links OB with the my penny dream. Some day I will put together another book to tell the story of all the dreams that have guided me to this APEX of my life of having a baby.
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Last night I had a dream. I receive in the mail a postcard addressed to a woman who does not live in my house. The woman lives in Washington State whereas I live in Washington, DC. It is addressed to the organization she represents in care of her. My attention…
So the other day my surrogate who I will refer to as IM shared a dream where she was visited by her Grandmother in a forest where she played as a kid. She mentioned there being a lookout tower used for protecting bears from hunters. Her dream gave me pause. …
In last night’s dream I seem to be traveling to another planet. It is a planet which we are in the process of terraform. I wake up from being incubated for the flight. I still have a sleep drape which also acts as an invisibility cloak. It is how people are transported. I am one of the first to arrive as the terraforming has just begun. When I awake in the dream, I guess you can call it a false awakening because I am not truly awake in real life. What is surprising here is as I awaken I immediately recognize the process used to transport people. The invisibility protects you just in case you were to surface in a hostile environment. The threads of the invisibility drape conduct light and are multi-dimensional. It is how you pass between dimensions. The first thing upon arrival is the process of re-hydration. There is a clear needle that looks much like an orange peeler. It is a smart needle knowing exactly where to enter your body. I can see one of the other men on the mission who is also in the process of being re-hydrated. The re-hydration liquid is a silicon based material as it has an oily aspect to it. As I wait my turn for processing, I am very happy to spend time with the dream drape of invisibility viewing all the beautiful colors and peering into many many dimensions. It is so beautiful.
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This was a truly spectacular dream and so surreal. It felt so real to me as if it were just another part of my waking life. It seemed purposeful with intent. Makes me wonder if there is a place beyond the physical to which we return to and originate from.
I wasn’t happy with last night’s dream so I wasn’t sure if I was going to journal it but I decided to do it anyway. In the dream, I am with my ex Joe down in Miami. We are going through the normal challenges of life. Days pass and we seem to get out of touch with each other until one day I realize I haven’t showered with him in a very long time. I have a longing within me for intimacy but I seem to simply be moving through life from one place to another unable to pause for a moment to enjoy it with anyone. The pain of loneliness strikes me today in a way that it hasn’t before so I pause to see if Joe has taken a shower already. When he passes by me, I can see his hair is combed and styled nicely and still looks wet. There is another guy “a friend” in our house who has been visiting for a long time. I notice he too has his hair nicely styled and looking wet. I ask Joe if they showered together, to which he replies, “Yes.”
I am angry at him for cheating on me and angry at myself for not having asked for what I want. I grab Joe by the neck and tell him this does not work for me. I tell him it is over. Our friend who is now presumably his boyfriend is now angry at me claiming stake to our home. He has installed microwave lights in the ceiling with the intent on slowly causing me to have cancer and die. I am clued in on his plot to destroy my life. They are simply waiting for the effects of the radiation to kill me so they can live out their lives.
There is not much I can do but I remember … there is one thing; I can pray. I open my palms up toward the radiant light coming from the ceiling and pray that it pass through me and reflect back justice on those who might want to cause harm to me. I believe justice with prevail. I remain standing unaffected by the cancer causing light. Joe and our friend are forced to leave and I remain in the house alone.
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As in the dream sometime I feel cheated in life because I don’t have a relationship and I find myself alone. It also occurred to me that I can’t simply pray for justice i have to pray for the things that matter to me. I have to ask for what I want.
I had fair number of dreams last night where I was very much engaged with the elements of the dream but I can’t quite place my finger on what I was doing. The only thing I can remember is when I woke up to go to the bathroom while I was yet resisting the urge to pee, I had a vision where I can see what is a very magical scene. My awareness is at ground level looking up at a very tall figure elongated from the base to the waist line. The figure is surrounded by what looks like a blue shimmering faerie jelly. It is iridescent with glitter stars all over it. I struggle to look up at the entity. I can see up to it’s waist. Wanting to ascend higher, I relax and allow myself to float up along it’s base. I arrive at the upper body. Upon seeing the head I immediately have a flash of insight, I am seeing myself but what am I doing dressed as a Faerie Godmother? Her wings are infant sized just now growing and developing within the faerie jelly which surrounds her. Her upper body is disproportionate to her lower body which makes me believe she is floating. I am so surprised and awake in a gasp not to mention the sense of urgency around needing to pee is pressing against my bladder.
I immediately get up and head on down to the bathroom. In my head I’m thinking this is a fluke of a dream. Where did that come from? Having done my business I return to bed to cuddle with the dog kissing his head I fall back into the dream. Again I find myself at the base of what is a magical scene. Faerie dust and jelly surrounds me. It feels refreshing and renewing as it cascades over me. I know given the opportunity I must ascend again to see the head. I want to know if what I saw before it in fact correct. Relaxing into this state of consciousness I begin to float up toward the waist. From this new vantage point, I turn to look up at its torso. Again I am astonished to see myself once again playing with this magical jelly floating high above the waist. I must be having a good time all dressing up. How did I get here? What brought me here? I almost feel like when someone walks in on you and surprises you while you are fantasizing and dancing around and you don’t want anyone to see your child like innocence, your playful spirit, an adult being a child. There I stand unnoticed by me yet I know I’m seeing myself. It feels as if someone caught my galavanting on tape and is playing it back to me. The wings are baby wings tiny compared to my size yet I wear them with pride believing I can fly.
In last night’s dream two story lines are playing at the same time. I am at work and have given notice that I will be changing positions. As I’m ready to leave, I am having flashbacks reminiscing of the times I have spent here. In the flashbacks is where the story lines diverge. The story lines are my work and my home life with Joe. I am separating from both of them yet they share common elements.
I can see the work stations at the helpdesk where I sat for many years. There are two stations, plus one for the supervisor that is off to the side and an office with a door for the boss. I consider what my life would be like if I stay at this job. I’m looking to gather my computer equipment to take home with me but I seem to be missing my monitor. There is something I need to do on the computer before I leave and I am unable to visualize what that is without the monitor. My mind computes what needs to be done to separate myself from my ex Joe. I think back to the many days I spent in Miami. I am trying to gather my things and account for everything. The monitor was working when it was in Miami. I reconcile with the fact that during these last years I’ve not been with Joe so it seems an easy decision to part ways with him. I ask why didn’t it work? The thought comes to me it is neither here nor there but I am confident I will be able to access what I need without the monitor.
There is a little boy with me. He is having a slumber party with a friend of his who he is trying out as a sibling. I think he is considering whether he wants a sibling or not. He tells me it was fun for the first day but that the baby sleeps too much so we should leave and go on our way. Feeling this is an acceptable response I gather my things and ready myself to go.
I am now looking for my desk chair to take with me. I reminisce back to the day I first sat in this chair. We were making shoes, Santa’s shoes. We were deciding which souls to put in them. I can see the leather shoes Peter Jelen is stitching for me. (I met Peter at the Green Man Festival one year in Greenbelt and he made some shoes for me. I had him make the shoes with an ambigram of the word DNA. The letters were cursive and read the same right side up or upside down.) In the dream, I can see the red and green shoes he is stitching together. They are still without souls. I look around me for material suitable for the souls. I know the material needs to be durable and long lasting because their journey is long.