Last night’s dream was super cool. It reminded me of an episode of Harry Potter. In the dream, I discover a pattern to make money. I have observed people often drop dollar bills at the metro. The dollars fall into the cracks in between the floor tiles. Most are in a rush to get to where they are going so they are completely oblivious to the treasures that lie at their feet. On this day and every day, I rummage through the tiles on the platform looking for lost treasures. It is my lucky day. I find many $20 dollar bills. People are finding out about my good fortune and want in on my secret but they just haven’t got the knack of looking in between the tiles. You also want to wait long enough for the person who dropped the dollar bill to be gone so you are not considered stealing. The items have to be lost for the finder to pick them up and consider them his own treasures.
I repeat my daily routine of scouring the platform for lost dollars. On a subsequent day, I discover a small box someone has left behind. I look into the box and see a wad of cash. I’ve hit the jackpot. I quickly check to make sure this qualifies as lost. There is so much cash here and other treasures I am having trouble finding a place to put them on my person. My pockets are stuffed full. A few of my follows grab a couple items to help me haul them off.
My name is David Butler and I work in a castle as a teacher of archaeology. I also have a store front in the castle where I sell some of my found treasure which I’ve determined can be sold. On this day a student arrives unexpectedly early and takes the liberty of opening the storefront windows revealing my artifacts from the previous day. I tell her I am still in the process of cataloging the items. I am particularly interested in the wad of dough. The dollar bills are not of this epoch. The symbols and faces on the money are from a time long ago. The symbols are animated just like the pictures in a Harry Potter movie. From watching David Butler work it become apparent he is not interested in the value of the items but is mainly interested in the message the items communicate much like reading a tarot deck. One of the bills has a 3D image of 3 swords. David pulls one of the swards out of the dollar bill to measure it. He hesitates for a moment realizing this is a big one.
He is now secretly planning a spectacular event to show off his findings. The dresses up as a night with armor and a veiled face. His fail is made of animal fur. He looks at me and shows me his sward and banner, implying he is expecting feedback on how he looks. I on the other hand am captivated by the man in furr. I respond, I’m interested more in the man.
He takes off to position himself in the castle for the opening festivities. He is so high on the euphoria of his find he is unable to land. His excitement has caused him to take flight. To solve this he reaches for his long sword and point it to the ground. The tip of the sword touches the top step of the baluster anchoring him firmly to the castle.
This is David Butler.
~~~~~~~ DREAM ENDS!
This was such a dramatic dream. It also felt so real when I was there especially when we were in the castle and his work area. What was very interesting to me in the dream was when the dream morphed and I went from being the main character to that of the observer. It seemed to happen when I reached a point where I was more interested in learning about what it is I am doing in the dream that my consciousness moved to a position of observer. This split also coincided with the revelation that David Butler was more interested in what he was learning from the objects (the symbols on the bills) than the value of the bills themselves. This is also when the character took on the identity of David Butler. I don’t know where the name came from but it was very loud and clear. The climax of course was when David Bulter laid down his sword on the baluster to touch the earth.
Phenomenal simply phenomenal!!
I’m going to put this in the romance category because of the word armor. I think this is a play on words with amore which means love in Italian. When I told him I was more interested in the man under the fur it felt very sexual and intimate and the sword lent itself to the part of a man. At the moment when I responded I felt the dream was hinting at a love to come my way.
Definition of butler. 1 : a manservant having charge of the wines and liquors. 2 : the chief male servant of a household who has charge of other employees, receives guests, directs the serving of meals, and performs various personal services.
I spent most of the evening dreaming with OB. We are in his dimension traveling the astral plane. He is showing me the many changing tables they have to offer in his realm. There is an array of changing tables each within private rooms of many sizes and accommodations. He basically has the keys to the Kingdom to access me the many rooms. We are on an exhaustive day as there is so much to see with each changing table.
Toward the end of the dream as I sense I am nearing the time to wake up. OB and I depart company. As I am headed back to my realm it occurs to me, I forgot my bag at one of the changing tables. I immediately head back to recover it. Upon arriving at the changing room where I believe I left my belongings, I am confronted with the fact I don’t possess the key to unlock the door. At this moment, the door opens and my old boss BMo exits the room. Since I know him and he knows me, I ask if he would allow me to grab my belongings from within the changing room. He is hesitant believing he is not authorized to allow me back in. He tells me I will need to be creative on how I retrieve what belongs to me. He then departs and I am left there to ponder my dilemma.
I sit still envisioning the room and what is contained within my bag. I muse over what I will be leaving behind. Examining the contents of my bag in my mind I pick through the objects categorizing what I want to keep and what I would leave behind. While this self reflection is occurring my surrounding begin to change but I don’t immediately notice the subtle changes happening. It is not until I am content with my decisions to cull through my bag that I become aware I am the key. I have my bag and I know what I want to keep.
With this realization I immediately awake from the dream.
~~~~~~~~~ DREAM ENDS
Wow what a profound dream. This morning when I awoke I didn’t really think much of the dream. I knew it was special and lighthearted given I was with OB. It was a happy dream to remember. I knew I would journal it to cherish the time spent with OB. Of course life happens and I quickly got pulled into my morning. I have guests arriving today so had to clean and vacuum the house. By the time I sat down to journal the dream I had pretty much forgotten the entire dream. The only bits I recalled were OB and the changing tables.
It wasn’t until I shared the dream with Ivy that more bits and pieces came streaming in giving meaning to what would have otherwise been a forgotten dream.
I think it is clear there is great change coming my way and with fatherhood and searching for a new job I am going to have to get creative. Its a good feeling knowing the keys to the answers are already within me.
Whats also interesting as I reflect back now is OB wasn’t a baby in the dream although he was showing me changing tables. He was a young man. I remember in the dream taking note of his appearance and the level of detail with which I perceived him. I’m always looking for clues on what he might look like. Of course now I can’t recall much of anything as to his looks. I do remember he had a very dark rich complexion very tanned skin. The lighting was dim so that also added to the dark complexion. There was also an element of mystery as to not be too revealing. He also had dark hair. I recall items in the dream being illuminated from within so as to reveal just the object. It was a very magical and carefree place. And although OB wasn’t in character toward the end of the dream when I awoke I felt he was there very close to me. Makes me wonder if when we come into this world if we have a say in picking our parents. With as much love I had for my parents I’m sure this is the case.
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.
Last night’s dream was so power packed and full of excitement. In the dream I am making room in my house to accommodate two new roommates. Each roommate is expecting to get a room and a closet for storage. As I walk around the house, I assign the rooms and closets to each roommate. I wonder if I will have enough space for myself. In the process of walking through my house, I take in my inventory what I have available at my disposal to share with others and those things I can re-purpose for new uses. I also take in areas and functions of the house I had long forgotten about. One such area is the shed outside. It has four bowling lanes covered with AstroTurf. They appear to have a multipurpose use. Currently my trash is set out beside the shed. I can assign each roommate one of the bowling lanes which they can possibly use to store additional items like a bike or outdoor equipment. I am relieved to discover all the extra uses for the space.
In the area of the shed, I discover several discs possibly 2 or 3. They are metallic flat discs with a highly polished surface. When you look at them from a certain angle they become hyper-dimensional allowing me to see into them. There is a whirlpool vortex of water on the ocean within the disc. The cyclone becomes more forceful and more powerful the more I stare into it. I can feel the water start to splash off the disc and into my dream dimension. I suddenly realize the purpose of the disc. I raise my hand to the disc allowing my hand chakra to connect with the energy of the spin. As it connects with my chakra, I suddenly see rivers like veins of iridescent green liquid. Every so often a green ball travels down the river like an Easter Egg. I somehow know this is what gives superheroes their strength much like Kryptonite. It also has the power to keep you young.
Knowing I have to focus on my responsibilities toward my roommates, I continue my inventory. My two new roommates are with me. I explain where things are situated in the house and what they are allowed to have access to. One of my roommates becomes very intrigued by the disc which I’ve set back down. I suddenly remember I have a picture of the disc on my phone. I wonder if I am able to activate the disc from my phone which would eliminate the need to carry it around to access its power. I am also worried someone else might steal its power from me or have it fall into the wrong hands or simply misplace it.
I pull up the image on my phone and place my hand over it as I did earlier. Immediately the disc is activated. Time is at a stand still. People around me are stopped in their tracks as the green rivers advance locking everything in place. Things are renewed and rejuvenated. The rains start to pour down. I can see flooding along my front door. I return the phone to my pocket allowing the rain to stop and the green rivers to recede. Everything goes back to normal. No one is even aware time stood still.
Last night’s dream was filled with very cool greater than life visuals. In the dream, I am on a spaceship although it is not until later in the dream where I discover the ship can fly and is actually a spaceship. At first, I am simply aware I am on a ship; a large vessel with many decks for various purposes. We are on a mission in a foreign world. The adversaries or targets of interest are not really adversaries simply a group of people from whom we would like to acquire more information. It feels like a practice game to prepare for survival among an enemy. I know this because both groups of people are on the same ship and the ship is mine. I appear to be intimately familiar with it except since I am in an altered state some of the memories need to be retrieved. At times, I simply have to go with my gut feeling.
We are working in teams. I’ve also played this Hide and Seek game before. There is a cloaking mechanism we use to hide from the adversary. It seems to be based on an inter-dimensional shift. I can tell because the ethers vibrate causing a kaleidoscope of color which makes the embers glow. It looks like smoke or fog with an opaque obscurity which helps conceal. There is something about my eyes where people can easily detect my presence. My eyes seem to be projecting images onto a movie screen. At this point, I open my eyes because I had to go to the bathroom. I open them slowly because I wasn’t quite sure which eyes would open, my waking eyes or my dream eyes. I didn’t want to give away my position in the hide and seek game. As I opened my eyes I peered out into my bedroom to try to determine where I am. My bedroom was glowing filled with etheric embers. Both worlds were super imposed on one another. I lift my comforter slightly to allow myself to slip out of bed unnoticed. The embers within the dream also glowed a golden color. One of my team members came over to remind me he could see my eyes. This was expected but yet not expected because after all I was awake and getting up out of bed and this person is not from my waking world.
I took it as a nod, I can take my pee break and return to bed. Upon returning to bed I immediately fell back into the dream. I can see the space ship has detached. The space ship has an upper deck and a lower deck and like the saucer on the enterprise it can detach from its’ base. The base is the part where most of the power is stored so to fly fast it needs to be returned to it’s base. I am worried it will not be reunited with it’s base. As the top zooms off in the distance, I see moments later the base zoom by at twice the speed to catch up to the top. As it readies to reunite with the top I am shown how the reunification process works. The top fits on the bottom like a lid fits on a saucepan. There are guard rails along the rim which guides the lid into place.
Once they reunite, I find myself on the ship once again. The training is over and now I am visiting with a little girl. She has found my mothers iPad which I still have after her passing away. The little girl seems to be intrigued by the iPad. Since I don’t have use for it anymore I offer it to the little girl. She swipes the screen and it illuminates revealing a picture background which reminds me I should wipe the data clean so she can put her own stuff on there.
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.
I had a night full of dreams. During the night I remember thinking this is too much I can’t journal all this so I decided I would not journal anything. Instead, I would simply enjoy the dream.
In one of the dreams, I am looking for someone to watch my dog for the weekend. I respond to an ad in the classified. The gentleman who answers the ad seems like a nice guy. I immediately decide on letting him watch my house. I leave without a care in the world knowing my dog and house will be taken care of.
Upon my return he tells me he decided to rent a new apartment under my name and move all my things. I have only been gone 3 days. He has also taken on a roommate or partner. I am angry and confront him about this. First of all, I want to know where my dog is. I look for him in every room but he is nowhere to be found. He tells me the dog is in the cage outside. OUTSIDE?!? I am fuming mad. I never leave my dog outside. I head outside to look for him. I can see the cage but I do not see Butters anywhere. I call to him. I rush back in to continue venting my disapproval of his actions. He tells me it is too late he has already moved my things. I tell him sorry this is not how you do things. I don’t live here. I threaten to report him to the management for using my name.
Wanting to find my dog. I rush back outside and continue calling out to my dog. “Butters, Butters where are you?” The apartment units are all interconnected with one exiting and immediately entering another or entering a shared space between the units. I become confused not knowing which unit is the one came from? I examine the doors and can distinguish the inside from the outside. I walk out to a common area where they have communal lounge chairs. People are relaxing on the lounge chairs. Some are in communal areas and some are in private units. I call out to Butters again and finally he comes to me. I gather his leash and his cage and proceed to put everything in my car to leave.
I wonder where the management office might be. I would also like to retain details on the unit he rented so I can properly identify and report the situation. I decide to look in a desk drawer. Inside the drawer I see personalized sheets of stamps he has ordered from the post office. The stamps are the type you peel and stick. Each stamp is white with a simple logo with gold lettering. The lettering reads. Care.Com. I wonder how can he be a caring person and have stolen my identity.
Once in the car I see a guard in the parking lot. He also sees me. I want him to know I am not some dazed dreamer. I want him to know I move with intent within my dream. I decide to get out of the car and look in the trunk. The car I am driving is a convertible. I loosen the top and retract it for the ride. Once again I pause to look at him and sit back down in the drivers seat. It occurs to me I don’t know where I am going. Struggling to access my waking memory…..I dig deep within me for my address. I affirm to myself, “I know my address!” I struggle to call it up from waking life. I can see my street in my mind. I plot a destination. MY ADDRESS IS <STREET NAME>.
Tonight I was pretty tired and considering the night was very cold I decided to stay home. While watching TV I fell into a dream. During the dream, I can still hear the TV because the program I’m watching is very interesting. It is a MUFON series called Hanger 1: The UFO Files. The dream feels like a continuation of last night’s dream. I feel like I am being tested and challenged. Things are happening and I am confused about my reality. The dream seems so real. I want them to know I am not asleep. I have control of my environment. I struggle to control what I am experiencing in the dream by engaging with it in ways my conscious mind is choosing. In one scene in the dream, I am in my apartment laying in bed like I am in real life. I can see my bed and my night stand. I get up to look out the window to see if I recognize where my dream apartment is located. Looking out the window, I immediately recognize I am at Belmont High School in Los Angeles but this Belmont is on another planet. I recognize it even thought it is not exactly the Belmont I once attended in the City of Angels. There is a very strong knowing I am at Belmont. The window I am looking out of looks like it is made of a natural stone or masonry. For a moment, I feel this is so real. I am still paying attention to the television in the background which is also playing in the dream. I am really here. I open the front door to go outside to physically read the name on the building. The minute I step outside the apartment the name on the building is instantly obscured from my vision making it impossible for me to read the name. I think to myself, it figures I am in a dream.
I go back inside and lay on the bed to continue watching the TV program. I am aware of women who live with me. I can not see their faces but I know they are in the house. I see a duffel bag float by my real life bed. I can somehow still perceive my waking life within the dream. Again I want the dream to know I am awake so I reach out and grab the duffle back by the straps. I am struggling to get up out of bed to see what is in the duffle bag. I can still hear TV in my waking life but can not seem to raise myself up out of the dream.
Alas! I awake.
~~~~ DREAM ENDS
I quickly journaled this before going to bed and stopped the television series to pick it up tomorrow.
The next day I sat down to continue watching the MUFON series Hangar 1. I had just finished episode 5 and started episode 6. Half way through the episode they introduced a case the occurred in Belmont, New Hampshire. What are the odds of my dreaming about Belmont and the next episode having been about Belmont? Had I continued last night it would have been a far greater coincidence. I can flag this one as a precognitive dream.
Last night’s dream was very sexually charged as I felt an incredible amount of energy emanating from my root chakra. In the dream someone offers me a credit card. He says with this card I can charge $15 dollars a month for the rest of my life. Many people around me take a card from him. He suggests as our first purchase we use the card to buy a ticket for a seat on his airplane. I proceed to buy a ticket but something doesn’t sit well with me. My conscience doesn’t allow me to buy a ticket using this credit card that I have no idea where it came from or who is paying for it. I decide instead to purchase the ticket with my own credit card. I am given a seat along with everyone else who bought tickets. The authorities come to arrest those who used the fraudulent cards. Since I purchased the ticket with my own credit card I am allowed to keep my seat. The flight is incredible. The seat feels like a bicycle seat that is tight in my groin area. I can feel the energy of the ride. It feels like pure passion. I am sexually aroused by the vibration emanating from the seat.
The seat takes me flying to incredible heights. It feels like an amusement park ride. I can hear the gears and chains clanging as I move through the area. After one ride I am allowed to decide my own course to plot. Like a bird I spring from a seated position and take off charting my own course through and around the buildings. The feeling is one of total elation. I LOVE THIS! Now fully lucid, I sit ready to ride again. I want to examine my surroundings and determine how this experience works. I see a stone on a wall which reminds me of scene from Indiana Jones. Somehow I know this stone controls something. I reach over and turn the stone. Immediately the chains and pulleys in the matrix start moving re-calibrating the dream. It reminded me of the dream Interstellar when the guy is in the bookcase. The experience is incredible.
I start to feel the need to pee but I don’t want to risk not being able to come back to this place. Once again from my seated position I take off in flight through the matrix and around the buildings. I move fearlessly through the many hairpin turns from incredible heights with amazing speed. Simply incredible.
I can not hold my bladder any longer. I look around thinking I will be right back. I get up and run to the bathroom. I made the mistake of turning on the lights and peeking out the window. 12 inches of snow fell last night. I sat down to pee closing my eyes. When done I raced out of the bathroom, turned off the lights and jumped back in bed. 10 minutes later my alarm rang. Oh well … time to shovel snow.
I know I say this all the time but last’s night’s dream was very cool. I am in a stadium. Apparently I live here. I am trying to decide where to put my office to make room for the baby. The stadium is so expansive I want the layout to make sense. It is recommended to me that I set my office on the stage as then it would be sectioned off for this specific purpose. I believe it to be a good idea. I am waiting for people to arrive. It seems the business we conduct is growing and we therefore can benefit from the added space the stadium provides. We still have use of some old freight containers where we used to conduct our business. These containers can be put to other use. There is a guy here dressed like a flamboyant gypsy. He is very handsome. I can see his pants ballooning as he walks. He seems to be the one providing interior design ideas. He shows me how he has repurposed the shipping containers. As I walk through to look at the new layout a man catches me eye. We look at each other. There is an immediate intense attraction but I am somewhat distracted by the gypsy and his show and tell.
An opportunity arises for me to visit privately with the man as the gypsy walks off ahead of us. The man comes over and I immediately offer him a hug. As he goes to hug me his shirt opens up revealing his chest. His chest has many beads with an emblem in the center of his heart. The beads seem to be something I identify with. I am so happy to see him. I pull him in close to me. As I reach around to his back with my bear hug my hands feel beeds that hang on his back also. The beeds offer me an ever greater assurance he is the one I’ve been searching for.
The warmth from our bodies creates ashes that float away in the wind. When I first notice the ashes they look like bats because the seem to be flying in the air but as I look at them more closely I realize they are not bats but the ashes from the sage I have been burning in my offerings. The ashes are going everywhere. I worry they will be upset with me for the mess I am making with the ashes. I want to continue hugging the man but the hugs are creating more ashes. I hug him for just a little bit longer giving him one lasting hug. I look again at the ashes to see what I might need to do to clean up but now I notice the ashes are turning into babies. Hundreds of babies. Each ash flake developing into a baby. Oh no, what I am going to do with so many children.
~~~~ DREAM ENDS
I found this image on the internet. I was thinking where can I possibly find an image of a man with a ton of beeds on his chest. This one seems so perfect as it has the man wearing an emblem on his chest. I assume the beeds probably hang down on his back. He holds the same look the guy did in my dream. A look of wanting or yearning. A look that calls you close.
I like that much like the ashes relate to a ritual, the indigenous man probably also has rituals he engages in.