The Ark of the Covenant; A Water Bottle of Truth

February 10, 2019

Last night’s dream was very cool.  In the dream, I am seeing a story unfold like a movie.  The story is about the search for the Ark of the Covenant.  We are on a ship of sorts but the ship is docked at port so you can easily venture on the land.  I can see the galley of the ship.  They have copper coils running over head to heat the space.  I’m told the coils turn green when the heating elements are activated.

A man comes out of one of the cabin quarters and proceeds to disembark from the ship.  Once on shore, he immediately reaches for two hand held booster rockets.  Holding a rocket in each hand he is able to fly anywhere in the universe.  He launches the rockets and is immediately flown to the heavens.  My consciousness follows him on his journey.  I can see the white light emanating from the palms of his hands as they are outstretched like superman pointing toward the sun.  His flight takes him quickly above the dark ominous clouds into the heavens where I can see a section of the stratosphere open up.  I have a clear view of the sun.  Within the higher level cloud, I see pink dolphins swimming in the heavens. I am in awe of the splendor to behold in the heavens.

Now back on land the authorities arrive looking for the man with the rockets.  It is against national airspace policy to allow this type of one man flight.  This type of rocket is banned by the government.  At this point, I immediately sense and equate the rockets with the Ark of the Covenant.  A storyline explaining the plot fills my awareness.  This rocket technology is what the government uses for space travel.  The technology is the same as the Ark of Covenant which was used to power the space ships of that time in history.  As the stream of consciousness fills my mind, I become aware of a subplot within my personal awareness.  They are looking for something I have personal knowledge of.  I know where the Ark of the Covenant is stored.

I withhold my personal information to see if they too have figured out the mystery.  I am once again back on the ship in the galley.  I am aware of yet another Kaaba where the original Ark of the Covenant is stored.  This Kaaba is small around 1 inch by 1 1/2 inch and is a rectangular box not much bigger than a matchbox.  Yet this Kaaba has an even greater amount of power stored in it because it is made of pure white light.

I am given a piece of artwork.  It is a wall mount sculpture of a water bottle.  Except this is the kind they used in the old days to give you an enema when you were sick.  It is decorated nicely and is recommended you place it in your garden.  I tell him it is a replica of the original.

~~~~ DREAM ENDS

What struck me about this dream is how sure I was about what I knew in the dream.  Yet the symbols in the dream were not all that familiar to me.  I have never seen a water bottle before in a dream and why in the world would you make a sculpture out of it and how does it relate to the Ark of the Covenant and how is it associated to a Kaaba?  Yet in the dream, I just simply knew the association and was so dead sure of it.  It made perfect sense to me while I was dreaming.  I simply knew the truth.

Next point is it is certainly a rare and special occasion when you can dream of the Ark of the Covenant or the Ultimate Mystery which I pretty much equate to the dream and the power of dreams to hold the ultimate truth.  A truth so profound it is beyond our comprehension.

Upon proof reading this it occurred to me the that the last paragraph sound more like a riddle to be solved instead of taking it on its literal meaning.  There is i’m sure no way I can solve it.  Maybe it is enough to know on some level the truth is within me.

~~~~~ LATER TODAY

So this dream just became prophetic.  I was cleaning the basement which I rent out on Airbnb.  As I was cleaning it I noticed the guest had done something to the sink.  Actually the entire vanity had been pushed away from the wall on one side and it was now 1 inch away from the wall.  Knowing it might have broken a pipe or drain I re positioned it and checked under the cabinet for leaks.  Sure enough it was now leaking from the drain in droves.  I quickly cleared the cabinet of all items.  I haven’t looked down there in years.  The last thing I pulled out was an old plastic water bottle the kind you use for enema.

What does it all mean, not sure but I do take it as a sign that I am right where I’m supposed to be.  Now if I later see some pink dolphins I’ll call it a miracle.

Hydra: Come Live On Our Planet

Public Domain Image

February 2, 2019

In last night’s dream I am applying for a new job along with a few other people.  I am the first one hired on by the company and offered my choice of places to work.  I choose my home as my location.  Two others are also hired and they too choose from the remaining locations available.  The 2nd person chooses to work from the business apartment and the 3rd is given an office space at the main headquarters.

I seem to be the lead and I go visit the 2nd person at his new luxury business apartment.  Looking around the space, I realize this is where I used to live a long time ago.  It is much bigger than I remember it to be.  I feel a deep sense of connection to this place as I look around at the many rooms and courtyard.  Number 2 is trying to decide which room in the home to make his bedroom.  He has an iron bed with tall iron bed posts which he has positioned in the middle of the room.  With such fond memories of this space, I am saddened that he has not made it his own yet and hasn’t completely settled in.  He seems to still be living out of boxes.

He then receives a delivery at the door.  It is a brand new brown fire truck along with many other items of value.  The shipping manifest indicates these items are left overs from the previous occupant and he can simply take possession of them.   They are now his to use as he pleases.  Looking through the items, there is a letter which accompanies a Trust with $250,000 dollars in it.  I am a bit saddened that I didn’t choose this space for myself.  I could have been the lucky one to inherit all this wealth.

Our first project we need to undertake is sent to us.  There is only one copy of the instructions.  Given there are not sufficient copies for me to hand out to each team members, I am going to have to convey the instructions as needed.  I open the document and read through the instructions.  There are sections missing and also sections incorrectly ordered.  I seem to be intimately familiar with the instructions even before I read them.  I know exactly what is missing and what is out of order.  It appears only I am qualified to do this job.

My alarm sounds and I get up to pee then returned to bed for a few minutes of precious snooze time.  I immediately return to the dream.  I and my team are getting ready to sit down and have coffee.  I seem to be a bit envious of the good fortune of #2.  I believe with all that money he has been lucky enough to receive he should treat us to coffee.  I’m not even sure #2 realizes the value of what he has inherited.  As I approach the counter,  we walk past the fire truck.  The paint on the truck looks brand new.  It is a milky chocolate color with polished chrome accents.  It is obvious the truck has great value.  We continue on to the pastry shop walking through the courtyard.  I now worry whether they will have the danishes I enjoy eating.  To my surprise, they have the exact cream cheese danishes I love.  We order our food and sit down to eat and discuss the instructions.

The instructions seem to be a manuscript for a movie about life on another planet.  I can see the trailer of the movie playing before our eyes.  The title says, “Come Live on Our Planet.”  I then see a three headed dragon pass before the screen.

As the vision fades, I see one last person approach.  The colors are muted monotone shades of forest green.  He smiles at me as if to confirm, “Communication Received.” I look at his face for a moment to study his expression.  He has a friendly and gentle face.  His hair is thick and a bit messy.  He is young in his mid to upper 20’s.  I sense a deep connection to this man.

Gorilla Morning

January 28, 2019

Last night’s dream was very bizarre and detailed.  In the dream I have been frequenting the office building where I work.  Day by day the scene changes just a little bit.  The change is so slight it is unnoticeable except when I reflect back on the past and recall details no longer present.  Everyday I go buy my danish and morning coffee from a small Korean market.  On this morning, I again go buy my danish except the sum change over the many years hits me.  As I reflect on the past, I perceive the overall change as significant.  What is causing the change?  I decide to do something different today.

Looking around I decide to follow the others about their morning business.  I hop on a bus.  The bus takes me up on a mountain to a remote location which is barely accessible.  To hide from view I am camouflaged in the back of the bus with leather skins.  I can hear the sound of the the animals who wore the skins.   The passengers here are being taken hostage by a group of gorilla vandals and made to be slaves.  I realize I have to do something to save these people.   The gorillas are not yet aware of my presence since I am normally a creature of habit and would not have deviated from my morning routine they simply are not expecting me to be on this bus.  I study my environment carefully and decide a course of action.  I am unknown here it is almost as if I blend in to the scenery and am simply overlooked by their own force of habit. The gorillas simply do not notice me.   I use this to my advantage.

I become lucid enough to know I am in an altered state and most likely dreaming.  I decide to try some of my skills to manipulate the dream.  I begin threading parts of the dream to alter the tracks slightly.  This allows those who are enslaved here to notice a slight change but not large enough for it to be obvious to the gorillas.  Those seeking hope can see the light and realize a new day is on the horizon.  Little by little, I thread a parallel timeline.  I divine a storyline where the Master Gorilla likes to be fed only one particular food his morning crescent.  The gorillas seeing the new storyline give instructions to the slaves to make the crescents for the Master Gorilla. Over time the MG begins to gain weight and becomes obese all the while I continue threading the new storyline.  The new story line allows the the slaves to enjoy a thanksgiving meal while the gorillas are given a ration beans.  They have no awareness I have changed the storyline.

In time I create an opening big enough in the dream to fill with new possibilities.  I breath in the vapors of the dream and it feels good.  There is a sense of freedom.  I am given a chair and a wooden staff.  The chair sits on the track I created.  The chair moves along the track and through the opening in the dream.  I ride it home but on the way I ride past the Master Gorilla who I easily identify because he is very obese now.  He is being held to the dream by only a few remaining threads.  I take my staff and poke him with it once then twice.  The second poke dislodges him from the dream completely.  We are all free now.

My chair continues down the track as I return to my bed and I awake from the dream.

~~~~ DREAM ENDS

After my alarm rang I closed my eyes and immediately had a vision of a woman.  I studied her features carefully.  Her jaw line was thin and pointy.  She had similar eyes to my family.  She resembled my dad’s side of the family.  I wondered if she was representing the female embryo’s.  She spoke to me.  I could see her lips moving and the expressions she made will speaking.  She explained the gorilla dream on some deep level words are not able to describe.  When she was done she gave a final blink of her eyes and vanished.

 

 

Castle Lights

Bamburgh Castle at night

August 10, 2018

Last night I had a dream where I find myself in a huge castle.  I’ve been here before.  I seem to be very familiar with the layout and where things are and how they work.  I am well known for the inner workings of the castle.  The castle is so big it has small streets within it.  There are a set of inner lights that are not often used.  I think it is a good occasion to turn them on but I need to replace one of the light bulbs for it to work.  The electrical system has two sources one comes from the castle itself and the other comes from the city in which the castle sits.  This set of lights because they serve the roads within the castle are served by the city.  I find the junction boxes.  My sister Grace is with me.  I tell her to be cautious because we would need to turn off the city power first to tamper with the junction box.  I also tell her that she can’t use just any light bulb to replace the one that is burned out it must be a special light bulb which is similar to the ones used in the tail lights of cars with the small prongs on them.  She is impatient and feels she knows it all.  I decide to use an old light bulb and not a new one just in case if it blows out.  I vaguely remember what happened last time I tried to change the light bulb.  As if to go back in time to the point where the light bulb blew out I insert the light bulb.  For about 3 minutes the lights in the inner city turn on.  The streets within the castle look simply beautiful.  I had forgotten how beautiful and magical the city looks when the lights are on.   One of the wall torches begins to flicker signalling a possible short in the wiring.  We need to access the problem area by going down in a manhole under the castle grounds. I take my dog which is an unusual looking white dog.  He is very nice but a bit too adventurous.  This work requires caution.  I’m afraid the dog will fall in the manhole and I’ll have trouble getting him out.  The dog looks in the manhole and I guess doesn’t find it interesting or it doesn’t grab his attentions and Instead he goes off running toward the corner sniffing the buildings.  I cautiously do what I need to do to fix the problem in the manhole.

Later in the dream I run into Joe my ex.  He tells me he has the money he owes me.  I hardly believe it true since Joe is all about lies and procrastination.  Why would he of his own volition want to repay a debt to me?  He then shows me the calculations he has made.  They are not numbers in the sense that we would know them but instead an arrangement of artifacts.  The placement of things seems to tell a story.  I ponder the items and the story they tell.  Just as I am about to wake from the dream the thought enters my head…Aha! the baby.  It add up to a baby.

A Hat is a Hat of Course

August 4th, 2018

I had a dream where I return to a resort where I’ve stayed before.  A part of me believes I should have a my room reserved at this location.  I find my room close to the pool and walk in.  The room has changed.  They have made it more agreeable and amenable for more people to stay with me.  There are two rooms with beds in them and one room even has bunk beds.  It looks more generic than personalized but I do like the layout.  Considering this is a vacation space I think the layout works nicely.  I look for the bathroom and notice the door is closed.  I can hear someone inside using it.

Knowing I have to go to the bathroom I remember there being a restroom on the other end of the resort.  I recall something new about the resort.  I recall the entire resort being available for my needs.  I recall not only additional restrooms available but additional sleeping areas.  The choice is mine to make.  I walk out the door toward the pool on route to the other restroom.  There are people in the pool.  One woman is completely naked.  She walks on water.   She is walking toward another woman who is in the pool leaning against the pools inner wall.  Although she is a woman she has both male and female attributes.  The woman who walks on water, walks on the surface of the water toward the other woman. Before arriving in front of her she goes under the water and fondles the other woman’s private masculine parts.  I’m surprised at their open display of affection.  I wish I had time to be as free to enjoy that type of intimacy but I have to find a restroom.

I finally couldn’t wait any longer and woke up to go to the real world bathroom.  I did my business and returned to bed.  I quickly returned to the dream.

I am now entering the other bathroom where a man stands.  He is an Amish  man with a full beard with a soft breathable cotton shirt, leather suspenders and a relaxed look.  He wears a suede leather Amish style hat.  He sees me enter the restroom and salutes me by taking off his hat.  Except under the hat he has another hat.  He then proceeds to take the second hat off only to discover under that hat he has yet another hat.  This continues for about 5 hats.  The last hat on his head is small with a 5 inch brim and is tied under his neck.  Atop the crown of the hat are two small Moose with full antlers.  It feels like a magic trick as the outcome is completely unexpected.  Like a child amused with laughter we both laugh with full bellied joy.  It becomes apparent he is doing this to amuse me.  His interest in pleasing me touches my heart and soul.

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Love

My second partner Michael who held 10 yrs of my life.

August 3, 2018

Last night I had a dream where I am in a line of people not quite sure what we are waiting for.  I am with my mother who is old and in a wheel chair.  I am protecting her.  Along the path where we walk are cutouts small rooms with 3 walls.  Occasionally people pause while they wait in line to reflect on what each room holds.  While standing in line your vision is restricted to the cutout room directly in front of you.  I am standing in front of my mom.  It is has been my belief we are at the end of the line whoever I become aware of a man who has been standing behind my mom.  I have missed noticing him because he has been engaged in each of the rooms as the line has moved.  I on the other hand have been waiting in line with my mom not entering the cutouts.  To satisfy my curiosity who might be standing behind my mom I walk behind her now in a position to see into the cutout where the man stands.  I discover the man in the room is Michael.  My second partner.  He looks amazingly beautiful.  All the reasons I fell in love with him come rushing back.  His hair glistens in the light of the sun and his beard seems to reflect the rays of the sun.  Yet even with all this love for him I feel I need to scold him for his actions.  I somehow feel he might have done some wrong against my mother.  I want him to know I stand to protect my mom.  I also feel he has hurt me.  A part of me if mad over the pain he has created in my life.

As I stand there in discussion with him, I begin to become aware of the dream.  Knowing I’m in a dream now I look at “Michael” and wonder what else might he be here to represent.  With my mind focused on OB and feeling the love deep within me.  I can feel it radiating out warmly by the sun reflecting off his golden hair.

My alarm rings and I wake up to snooze it.  I quickly close my eyes trying desperately to return to the dream.  My inner eye now sees cartoon characters.  These are very similar to yesterday’s except these appear to be presented for a mature audience.  The characters are dressed in cartoon suits, some I notice look like formal wear.  They seem to be gathering for a celebration.  I see their cartoon hair is black and well presented with clear delineation and  distinction.  They appear to be happy and proud.  My alarm rings a second time.

~~~~~~ DREAM ENDS

As I was journalling my dream and describing the cutout rooms I had a very strong feeling that each room represented a day in my life.  I seem to be stuck not engaging fully in each day because I am attached to the idea that I must care for my mother.  My mother in her wheel chair seemed unable to enjoy each day either.  I was unaware of Michael’s nearby presence because he was in engaged in life.  There is also the idea that I’m stuck in the past possibly morning the past.  I can’t see love in today.

First Little Girl In Space

Moon

July 22, 2018

I had an amazing dream last night.  I am traveling among the stars.  At the very end I thought I was laying here in bed watching an educational program on TV. The images in my head were so crystal clear and the sound on the television was so clearly audible.  The program was very interesting and fascinating.  The program I could tell was coming to an end.  They started talking about a little girl, the first little girl to travel in space.  She was taken on a shuttle mission to fix something on one of our space satellites and to the moon.  I can see the shuttle on the television flying past the satellite.  It is approaching a round object which at first looks fuzzy.  As we get closer, I immediately recognize it as the moon but it is not the moon we are accustomed to.  It is a space ship much like the Death Star in Star Wars with some major differences.  There are three lines that go across the surface of the sphere horizontally similar to the Death Star.  One at the top around the +60 degree longitude and two in the southern hemisphere around -15 and -45 degree longitude.  The lines are obviously viewing windows with blue light emanating from them.  Between the two southern lines is a circular disk similar to the Death Star except this one appears to have the ability to rotate.  The disk reminds me of the face on a quarts watch.  Along the general surface of the moon are randomly shaped crystals that serve as viewing portals.  The shuttle approaches the moon along the northern ring.  This ring forms a continuous window which tells the history of the moon from it’s inception.   The line doesn’t go all the way around.  I can not see where it ends but I can see where it begins.  The start of the window frame has a tapered aerodynamic shape.   I think to myself why don’t we board the moon because then we can look out through the windows.  I feel it has been such a long time since I’ve been on the moon.  I wonder if no one is on-board the moon right now.

I can see the shuttle that is carrying the little girl.  It looks like one of the triangular shaped stealth planes the government uses except this one is considerably thicker.  People can actually stand up in them and walk around.  The shuttle flies low in the sky allows me to clearly see detail.  It is apparent it is doing these maneuvers specifically for me to witness.  At one point it flies in a formation that allows me to see the tops of the wings which to my surprise are not dark grey like the rest of the aircraft but instead are a translucent white that conducts pastel shades of vibrant color.  It also becomes apparent that it has the capability to fly not only horizontally but vertically by raising a section of flaps on the white surface of the wings.  The flaps have an L shape when raised for this configuration.

Now earlier in the dream I am with a team of people.  We have the ability to move between dimensions.  I am in a world where everyone is asleep going about their business.  They are doing fun day to day things but they are asleep unaware of their total existence.   I am on an escorted tour of this world.  I break away from the tour because I want to know what they are choosing to hide from me and the rest of the world.  I can deduce that I am from this world and I too have been asleep for a very long time.  The minute anyone wakes up they come at you to suppress you and force you back into a sleep state.  They hold the reality in place for us to believe our subspace reality.

I come back to the tour guide and tell him that I have found an access door above this room.  He gives me a wink and a node and tells me to go ahead and explore it while he continues the tour for the remaining people in my party.  I climb to the highest place in the room and push the ceiling panels up.  The panels give way exposing other realms and other dimensions of existence.   I make my way out and I am able to see the world as it really is.  I have the ability to fly and do incredible things.  I seem to have no limits on my power to transcend space and time and move through dimensions.

The overlords quickly discover I have breached their barriers.  I use this opportunity to understand what they are trying to protect or guard against, why the do so and how I am being manipulated into believing something that is not entirely true or is not the complete truth of who I am.  Its the egg becoming the chicken and coincidentally overcoming fear.  At some point I must mature that time is now.

I am trying to evade the authorities. They are there to keep the peace but it is in their interest.  Now that I am awake, I have an inalienable right to be a full and ascended being to travel the universe and other dimensions to discover who I am.   I have learned the process and I understand I too can hide from them and slip past them.  They have been so focused on us down below that they have become somewhat myopic and have lost the ability to see in 360 degree views. This description seems to fit an analogy for which there are no words.  Every button that is now available to me I can push and experience.  I spend a great deal of time moving back and forth between dimensions.  On occasion they would find where I was and try to come at me.  I discover what triggers them to notice me which is when I focus my sight on them their reality begins to fall apart I seem to have the ability to see through them.  They desire form and I am trying to escape form.  Yet they have the ability to take form and move out of form.   They seem to have two states of form one is similar to our physical reality and one in a higher dimension and above that a pure etheric form.

This little girl had taken the space flight to fix a satellite and to see the moon.  I am thinking how could this little girl fix a satellite.  I see the moon and the many little portal crystals scattered all over the moon that made it look like a planet.  The many crystals watch me as I fly past them like people sitting on bleachers in a stadium cheering my passage. I look back to take in it’s beautiful golden metallic color.

What an amazing dream.

Vignette of a Daddy

The humanistically oriented has an aesthetic-artistic profile

July 18, 2018

DREAM 1:  I had a dream where I am rearranging my website to show images of my daddy poses.  My objective is to show what daddies look like.  There are three images of me as a daddy I choose to settle on for the website.

DREAM 2:  I had another dream where I invite friends to celebrate.  My wallet is full of money.  I take a bite of my wallet as if it was a sandwich.  I worry I can’t exchange the money I’ve chewed.  I close my wallet and pause to think what to do about the money I’ve chewed up.  I open my wallet a second time and discover the wallet is as if I had not bitten into it.  My wallet has recovered and has more money in it than before so much so that the money is falling out.   It is stuffed so thick it is busting at the seams.  Someone beside me tries to grab at my wallet and succeeds at taking money from me.  Angered by this,  I attack him pointedly targeting the return of my dollars.  I am successful at recovering my money.  Emboldened by this I go in for another grab at his money.  I am successful at getting his money in addition to my money.   I recognize I am in a dream and wonder if he is playing with me or testing my reaction in the dream.  How assertive am I with the things I want in life?

DREAM 3:  I then had another dream.  I am in a castle.  I contemplate how I might remodel it desiring to change the windows on the first floor.  There is a white bottle of of lotion sitting on the counter with black lettering along with a symbol that looks like a large K.  I am aware of a young man who is in the castle with me.  He has approached to be a potential boyfriend.  I know for him to be the one he must be able to read and understand the meaning of the symbol and writing on the bottle of lotion.  If he is able to understand then he is the one if he can’t then he is not.

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.

Baby Blue Ceremonial Dress

My mom and her sisters are all wearing similar dresses that my aunt Helen made.  The dresses are white and baby blue.  There is a room with some old sofas where some young adolescents are hanging out some are trying to sleep there.  The beds do not have mattresses just the springs upon which the cushions would go so they have laid comforters over the springs to lessen the pain.  They are installing a peep hole but this peep hole is about 3 inches in diameter and about a foot long with a large camera inside that allows you to look to the other side.  I pause to think, “That is the largest peep hole I’ve ever seen.”  My mom wears her dress ceremoniously along with her sisters.  I can see them crossing the street walking one after the other.  My mom changes into another dress immediately after the processional crossing.  I ask, why she took the dress off to which I’m not really given a straight answer.  I get the impression she wants to maintain its significance.