January 16, 2019
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.
January 13, 2019
This is a series of vignettes from a few dreams I had over the last two nights each on its own didn’t seem worth journaling but as a group may offer some insight.
The first dream which I hesitate to even call a dream because it was simply messages or affirmations that kept repeating over and over and over again. Everything shown me was very exact, bound, deliberate, and determinative. My fate or the results was crystal clear. There could only be one outcome only one conclusion. There was no ambiguity. I’m sure there were images in my mind but they were not moving more like pictures or a report or summation of results. What was shown me was not important. What was important was the results. I didn’t retain any of the images I simply retained the message. I somehow knew it had to do with the baby and what my life would become. The result of my life felt very good. There was conviction and power conveyed in the messages. When I woke up, I remember feeling very good about what I’ve accomplished in life. It was similar to the feeling when you achieved a high score on a test.
The next day I had a similar dream. I am given a grade a report card which reads, 444. In the dream the grade is given to me for having dog sat for my friend Stephen. I am staying at his house. I remember taking the dog out for a walk and coming back to the house and noticing the dogs feet were a bit dirty but thinking to myself dogs are supposed to have muddy paws. I remember looking around Stephens house and seeing him in his room asleep. I walk into the living room with the dog and notice there are 3 pianos in the room. I think I can choose to play any one of these. Stephen wakes up and explains the grading system to me. He says, the grade is determined by how well I walk the dog.
In the morning when I woke up, I’n my minds eye I could see two young men on bicycles. One trailing the other close behind. As the peddled they each would put there head down periodically such that I could only see their hair. I remember thinking I wish they would look at me and then they did.
~~~~~ DREAM ENDS
I looked up the numerological meaning of 444.
Repetitively seeing 444 is a blessing. Seeing 3-digit number patterns like 444 is a sign that you’re receiving divine messages from higher realms. These angel messages are very important to you at this time of your life and they serve as clues or guideposts to help you along your journey. Because you’re `always being guided, have faith that you have total divine support.
Above all, when you see number 444 repeatedly, the Universe wants you to know that whatever you’re going through, you’re going to be okay. Just remember that your guardian angel was assigned to protect you in all ways – so hold on and persevere, follow your inner compass that points toward the light, and you’ll get through this safely. That’s a promise.
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December 26, 2018
Last night’s dream was very cool. I was watching Harry Potter before going to bed and I wondered if there was a train platform numbered 9 3/4 in my dream where magick happens and if my dreams have a school of Hogwarts for teaching magick. I fell asleep with the thought.
In the dream, I find myself at work. I am friendly with the guy who is the parking attendant for my building. His company owns several businesses including several parking lots. Since his workers don’t make a lot of money, he offers them investment tips. On this day, I over hear him giving out some tips in the way of business news. I then go about my business.
At work one of my coworkers is Marcus who is a very heavy set black guy who reminds me of the Marcus from MKP. He is also gay as is Marcus from MKP. In talking to Marcus, I notice his beautiful qualities and his inner potential. Even though he is over weight, I help him see a bright future for himself. In talking to him, something he tells me rings true with the conversation I overheard early regarding the business news. Today’s news I believe Marcus can apply directly to his life. Marcus is very excited and begins believing in himself. He is loosing weight and is wearing a beautiful blue dress. His hair is long and his makeup is done up nicely. He likes dressing to accentuate his feminine side.
The next morning, I tell Marcus to meet me at the parking lot where I can introduce him to the parking lot attendant. We are waiting just outside the parking booth for the attendant to arrive with today’s business news. After he offers the news to his employees, I get his attention and introduce Marcus. I stutter in explaining how he can possibly help Marcus. My inner dialog doesn’t want to seem as if I am asking for his help under an Affirmative Action because he is black. I want him to know I believe in Marcus and I think he can benefit greatly from his assistance. As if to read my mind, the parking attendant tells me not to worry, he will help Marcus as I’ve indicated. Excited with his approval I look at Marcus who now looks stunning. I pause for a moment to see how Marcus has changed. I think to myself, “I could really love someone as beautiful as Marcus.”
We walk together back to our office. Marcus is very excited on his new prospects for the future. I am happy to have been able to help him in this way. A truck is driving out of the parking lot and down a road where there is construction. He drives over a pot hole. I yell don’t do it you won’t survive the fall. His car splits in two and is swallowed up by the river that runs along side the road. I tell Marcus he will have to pluck his car out of the river now. Marcus and I continue walking. As we walk, Marcus comes up with a way to apply this new knowledge to help the man recover his truck. He is eager to help someone. He comes up with a way to create a sonic boom. The boom will fragment the Universe shattering it to pieces just enough for the man to recover his truck from the river. The shattering of the Universe allows us to easily rearrange the pieces of the truck.
The idea works as the boom sounds. The Universe now looks like a mosaic. Through the cracks a worm hole appears and a beautiful lavender light comes rushing in. I see and understand how magick happens. I realize it is Marcus who helps me.