Hydra: Come Live On Our Planet

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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.

Care Stamps

Care postage stamps.

January 21, 2019

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>.

I instantly woke up having yelled my street name.

Hangar 1: Belmont

Belmont High School, Los Angeles

January 22, 2019

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.

A Ticket to Ride: Interstellar

Scene from Interstellar.

January 14, 2019

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.

A Beeded Breast

Día de Muertos, Fruitvale, Oakland, California USA; Takasphoto.com

December 28, 2018

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.

 

This image was used for editorial purpose only.

Shattering of the Universe; How Magick Happens

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.

Just Do It; Alien Orb

November 16, 2018

Last night I had an incredible dream.   I am at a place where many roads cross.  It feels like the underground tunnels in the New York subway system.  Some of the roads are cobble stones.  I am here for a purpose.  There is an alien in one of the buildings.  I want to get close enough to see an alien first hand.  I spot him on a freight elevator.  I get close taking a good look at him.  He hides his face from me.  I feel he is doing so generically hiding his face because it is just what he normally does.  I don’t feel he is hiding it from me specifically.  I catch him at a moment where I am able to get a good look.  Once he has passed without noticing me I go to where the alien came from to learn more about him.  The room is filled with artifacts two of which are old turn tables to play records.  I attempt to play one of them placing the stylus on the musical grooves on the record.  The music plays and I wonder why an alien would have an interest in music.

I look at some of the other artifacts and one catches my eye.  It is a pin ball machine that works with your breath.  As you breath the pieces inside move.  The pieces are pink and blue.  I practice moving the pieces with my breath.

Someone calls my attention to a computer.  I am instructed to log in with the aliens password but I don’t know the password.  I then hear a voice in my head the voice of the alien sending me the password.  I’m worried about leaving my fingerprints on the keyboard to I type the password with my nails.  My nails are not making full contact with the keys so I decide it is more important to log in to the computer than to be concerned about my fingerprints.  The password is an easy one “Just Do It”.

The password unlocks a new world and experience.  I now find myself flying over the area where the aliens live.  They can see me.  The leader acknowledges me.  I want to affect them in a positive way so I send them love and healing energy though my hands.  I am starting to lose altitude and I’m coming up on the surface of the water where the lead alien awaits my arrival.  I worry I won’t be able to swim.

My positive energy is starting to reflect off the surface of the water causing vapors to rise like clouds and bubbles.  The bubbles float toward me.  They are the most beautiful colorful bubbles I’ve ever seen.  I am in awe with the site.  Yet I’m still  not upon the surface of the water which is now filled with the colorful bubbles.

An idea comes into my mind that maybe I can swim like a fish under water.  I decide to trust.  I allow myself to go below the surface.  I take one gasp …. I am able to breath.

In that moment I am jarred awake by the gasp.

Muddy Revival

September 8, 2018

Last night I had a very long and incredibly detailed dream.  In part this may be because I slept until noon because I’ve been down with a cold and trying to recover.  This gave me the opportunity to probe deeply into this night’s dream.  In the dream, I am at my niece Otiliia’s funeral.  I am there with my mom who is in a wheel chair.  My neice Otilia is named after my mom.  Right off the bat I am somewhat aware or dubious this can possibly be true because Otilia my niece is too young to die.  I simply accept the dream for what it is telling me. 

There are many funeral processions happening at the same time and since I’m not familiar with all the family members who may be present for the funeral I am unsure which party and procession we are supposed to be with.  My sister Grace gets in line at the reception where they are serving food.  Not wanting to go to the wrong line I sit and wait patiently with my mother.  Finally I decide to wonder over with my mom to see if we can find the correct reception party.  We stumble over one line that is clearly not our party.  Traversing with the wheelchair we are quite visibly intruding on their party. 

I finally find the line that is our family and it is very long.  My sister is standing in the middle of the line already able to get servings of food.  I think there must be a better way to serve all these people.  We stop where my sister is standing.  I can see her face clearly.  I am tempted to cut in the line where she is but I feel guilt and instead my mom and I go the the end of the line and wait.  

While at the end of the line I begin to ask myself how I got here.  I remember taking a metro here and I clearly remember the path I took.  I want to remember so I don’t get lost heading back home.  The steps and directions are clear in my mind.  I decide to look at my cell phone’s GPS to plot where I am.  In my mind I can see a map of my location but looking at my cell phone it is not the iphone X I have in real life it is a flip phone which doesn’t have GPS on it.   I’m curious about the functions of this flip phone so I begin to play with it studying its parts and how it works.

For a moment my attention is called back to the party where I see Maria my brother Paz’s wife who has a very thin waist.  I think to myself.  she must have lost weight because I don’t remember her being that thin.  My awareness then goes back to my concerns about my phone.  Again I look carefully at the phone.  The more I concentrate on the phone the bigger the phone gets until finally it is the size of a television but it seems to be broken because it has two disassembled pieces.  It occurs to me that maybe the two pieces are improperly positioned.  Head to toe, top to botttom there must be some rhyme or reason here.  I turn them over and am able to reassemble to two parts.  The two pieces fit like tongue and groove with each other with the now quite large keyboard remaining inside.  With the phone reassembled the phone becomes one within itself.

I try to figure out the phone in its new configuration.  I am playing with the screen and accidentally hit the panic mode.  The phone siren sounds off continuously like my car’s panic button. I can see the screen clearly which is quite foreign to me.  I’ve never seen a screen quite like this one.  I am finally able to cancel the alarm.   It then becomes apparent that in canceling the alarm the phone now seems to be responding to my thoughts as if it has sync’d up with my mind.  This awareness causes me a bit of confusion.  Wasn’t the iphone broken?  With that thought I can see my iPhone X in a distant place in perfect shape.  So I think OK that’s my perfect phone but there is still doubt in my mind with all the strange things that have been happening.  I question what is happening in the dream.

Now the phone in my hand is back to its small self.  Is this my real phone?  I look to the distant place and now see the phone in the distance place is broken.  It seems this phone has an affect on the distant phone they are somehow interconnected.  Now I’m looking at the broken phone with the knowledge of how to put it back together I fix the phone in the distance.   With the near and distant phones repaired I have the awareness that this is my dream phone which immediately triggers me to become lucid.  All the awareness of everything from this dream is in the present moment.  I start to wake up becoming aware that I am in my bed.  I gather my thoughts and recall what is important to me from this dream to bring into my waking life.

I faintly recall something about my partner.  Yet there was nothing about a partner in the dream.  The phone however had a partner.  I ask who is my partner?  In the distance I see the chest of a man.  The vision of his chest fills my entire field of vision.  I try to figure out whether this image is before me or in the phone because last I remember I was looking at the screen on the phone.  Am I in the phone?

The man before me is immense.  I want to see the face of the man.  Does this man have a beard like me?  The image begins to move.  He is a wild man.  A savage. I can now see the long wild lion like hair on his head and full beard.  The man also has twigs and leaves in his hair.  He is completely unkempt.  The image is a monotone color of brown black and slight shades of yellow.  I want to know more about this man, who he is. I also want to know the answers to the questions in the dream.  I don’t want to wake up without knowing my truth.

The image begins to move.  I see a river start to flow over his shoulders.  He appears to be standing in a creek.  There is mud flowing over him and becoming deeper and deeper.  It reminds me of those endurance events where the men crawl through mud.  I can see him struggling in the mud.  The mud gets deeper and deeper.  I notice the twigs in his hair have remained with him throughout his struggles.  I am captivated by this fact.  How could the twigs be part of this man.  He is now fully submerged in the mud.  The mud now becomes passive and tranquil.  I wonder for a moment what happened to the man when all of the sudden I see his twigs spring forth from the ground followed by his face.  Blue and lavender color begins pulsing from deep as leave and branches begin to emerge from his face.  Small wild flowers come into bloom.  His countenance remains forever present in the foliage.

I awake from the dream.

 

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The Table Congregation

August 29, 2018

Last night I had a bizarre dream.  I find myself in what appears to be a  stairwell of a building possibly leading to a mechanical area.  The way the stairwell is structured it is very complex.  It reminds me of the skeleton of Arc de Triomphe.  I am chasing an entity.  It is elusive.  It is a part of me that hides itself from me.  It passes in flashes of light.  This is an internal struggle where I alone can reconcile with this force within me.  I must find the flash of light and confront it, unite with it and harness it.  I must tame the beast.  I can see it zipping past me in the corners of my vision.

I decide on a strategy.  I scale the stairs to the top where there is a meeting hall with two separate, distinct and rectangular tables in the center.  People come here to resolve issues.  As the attendants walk in they take their seats.   There are two balcony rows above the area where the tables are where spectators can come and gather to view the discussions.  I sit at one of the tables and wait for everyone else to sit at either of the available tables.  I observe who is on which side.  Nancy Polossi walks in and sits at the opposing table.  I am thrilled to see her but she does not say hello.  She appears unfriendly and cold.  This angers me as I notice people here are not in good spirits with one another.  Since I am in charge of this space and this meeting that I’ve convened, I ask them to all stand and file themselves by their respective ages.  Not wanting to come together all the participants scatter to the balconies.  They don’t seem to want to follow instructions.  I  tell them they must accept the the terms or they cannot rejoin the table.  I give them instructions on how to pair up one junior member and one senior member.  The senior members must tutor the junior members and the junior members must assist with the responsibilities of the senior members.  The senior members must learn to be like junior members in there curiosity and innocence for life.  Every week when we gather going forward we will conduct this exercise and in time we will learn to work together.  Still reluctant and dismissive of my demands.  I sit back down in the center. The two tables are now one large circular table.   As I sit the table becomes a pure white being.  I begin talking with The Table Entity.  We are as old friends so happy to be reunited.  I decide to take a picture of us to send it to the members.  The members are now calling me on the phone wanting to join the congregation.  I can see them in the balconies having done a 180 in their attitude.  They in return show me their painted faces and celebration outfits.  Everyone is dressed up beautifully like the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence.

~~~~~ DREAM ENDS

Curiously as I was journalling the dream not knowing where it was going or how it would unfold one of the things that struck me was the focal point of The Table(s).  I attend a church called the Table Church.  I really liked the way it became an entity unto itself.   I assume this entity is what I was seeking to find and reconcile with.  I also thought it humorous that those things that keep the table separate and in conflict turned out to the the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgences.  I also love the ending where we could come together and poke fun at ourselves be happy festive and reunited as one Table Entity.  Is this the way God would want it?  I think so.

Sketch: Side Shoot Process

June 18, 2018

I had a dream that kept repeating all night long.  Every time I rolled over or slightly woke to readjust myself or drink water (i was thirsty all night) I would think about the focus of the dream.  The message was that something had to happen first; a side shoot process.  I clearly see the process in my mind. I held it in my right hand and the main process is in my left hand.  Everyone in my dream seems to want to jump the gun and move directly to the main process.  I keep having to correct them and remind them about the process and showing them what is in my right hand which must come first.  Everyone is excited about moving forward.  The process seems to relate to the surrogacy.  I describe the main process as getting pregnant and implanting the embryo.  The side process I equate to finalizing the legal contract which must come first.  Every time I woke up during the night I felt so good about what was happening around me in the dream.  I feel confident and assured in the process.

The last time I I woke up to roll over I began a new dream which served to clarified the process in my right.  I am in a prison of sorts under confinement.  I don’t necessarily belong here I just happen to appear in the dream in this place.  My friend Quetta is with me.  We are talking and talking and exploring the various realms within the dreamland.  I sense it is time to go as the gates of the prison are closing.  I believe they suspect I am here and want to confine me or entrap me.  We start walking toward the exit or an opening which we believe to be the exit.  As we approach, I sense this to be what the opposing force wants me to do to confine me.  I am unafraid and therefore continue walking toward the opening.  I pass by a set of windows where the guards are seated inside.  I wave at them putting my thumbs in my ears and fanning my palms just like kids do to mock someone.  They immediately react.  I believe I caught them off guard not expecting me to approach this close to them within their territory.  The opening becomes narrower and narrower.   I remain unafraid.  I’m told of an alternate route through which we can pass.  There is a train beyond the opening.  If we can make it onto the train we will be free.  We seem to be high up on the walls looking down on the doors below us.   If we are to leave through the doors we must descend the wall.  Knowing I wouldn’t be able to descend a wall like that in physical form I choose instead to ascend using my dream powers.  As I ascend, my body passes by  a watch tower where another set of guards are stationed.  Again they see me and scramble.  I wave to them in the same way.

I now find myself on the train platform.  The train has just arrived and the doors are now open.  I embark the train but realize I have lost contact with my friend Quetta.  I pause for a moment and wonder if he might have gotten on the train.  Then I remember Quetta is passed away and is no longer with us on earth.  Knowing he is ok and possibly still with me invisible I continue onto the train.  I have no idea where I’m headed.  I sit on the seat and remember I have left my car in the parking lot of the prison.   Yet I’m not worried since I don’t seem to need it for the moment.

As the train departs, my consciousness takes flight.  Instead of simply leaving this place I hover around taking note of what is happening below me.  I recall other dreams where I am able to fly at extreme heights.  I try to ascend to those heights but something seems to be holding me back.  I am on the train.  Trying a new thought, I wonder if I can possibly swivel my seat one would assume the train seat is fixed.  With the thought my seat swivels responding to my want and desire.  Once again I take the opportunity to swivel back and forth over the area now controlling the direction the train is going.  I am able to overlook the space of my confinement to examine how things work here and learn the inner workings and relationships at play.  Those who are following me are simply feet away.

I become aware Quetta is still with me somewhere at a distance.  I am somehow still able to communicate with him.  I tell him there are those who pursue me trying to impede my progress.  I say it very matter of fact as an observation and simply move on with our conversation picking up where we had left off.  I feel like a kite in the air flying too and fro with no real urgency to go in any which direction.  I think eventually I may need to find a hotel to stay in and possibly reclaim my car.  We decide to send someone else for my car and learn the vehicle has been removed and confiscated by the opposition.  I lament briefly believing it was a nice Mercedes but thinking after all it is just a car.

The dream ends here but before it ended I am presented with a few images.  The images look like pencil drawings; outlines.  The first image has the most detail quite possibly the finished product a vision of what is to come.  The screen is erased.  A new image appears.  I see every line being drawn on the canvas until the image is complete.  It too is erased.  Once again a new image appear slowly line by line.  This process repeats with each iteration of the same image differing slightly and with each successive iteration becoming more simplified.  The final few iterations vert simple and they serve as lessons on how the canvas is drawn.  I am allowed to see the lines as they are drawn in slow motion.  The lines have form and intent.  I can see they are purposeful and not random.

 

 

IMAGE: Title: Penn’s greene country towne; pen and pencil sketches of early Philadelphia and its prominent characters
Year: 1903 (1900s)
Authors: Hotchkin, S[amuel] F[itch], 1833- [from old catalog]
Subjects: Penn, William, 1644-1718
Publisher: Philadelphia, Ferris & Leach
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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