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.
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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.
In last night’s dream I am with a group of friends. We normally hang out and eat at a restaurant. I am feeling a bit disconnected from the group not really knowing what has been on the agenda or what they have been planning recently. It feels like I have been away for sometime.
I become aware of a person who has been stalking the group with very large arrows. The arrows are thick like walking sticks. I am heading over to meet the guys for lunch when the stalker comes into focus. He is a grown man, shirtless, with long darj hair. He sits on billowing clouds that look like cotton balls. He has what appears to be white cotton wings. He grabs for his bow and shoots an arrow in my direction but misses. Angered by his threat, I reach up and grab the arrow. I examine the arrow carefully. It has a white leathery sheath and twine which holds the sheath against the inner wood of the arrow. I notice the tip is a blunt rubber which could not kill or injure anyone. I look up at him and he looks at me. Wanting to communicate with him I hold his arrow up to him and break the arrow against my knee. The arrow breaks but the leather sheath keeps the arrow from coming apart.
I peak in the arrow and notice the arrow is reinforced with a strap much like you would have on a back pack to secure around your shoulders. I want to split the inner strap but without a pair of scissors it would be would be impossible to separate. The arrow is collapsed down in two pieces securely connected by the leather sheath, twine and straps.
I continue on my way looking around at what this angelic being has done to the neighborhood. What threats has he been placing in the community? I now see my dad who is a very young man. How did my dad get here if he is already passed away. I presume my mother must be here too.
Having been distracted for a while dealing with the Archer, I receive a message from my group requesting I join them for lunch at Teds Bulletin. How interesting to have been called. I feel wanted and desired. The group wants specifically to include me. I am a part of. Having always felt like a loner I am a touched by the invitation.
I head over to their table at the restaurant and look around for a seat to occupy. There are several men already here scattered among two rectangular tables. Should I sit on the end or in the middle? I am inclined to sit on the end but something tells me to look under the table. I do so and notice the men are wearing loose billowing shorts which barely hide their privates. Some are so scanty their privates are in full view. Feeling more at ease I decide to sit at center of the first table. I sit back relax and cross my legs and realize I too am exposing my privates. My shorts are a vibrant blue color and the prettiest shorts at the table but they don’t do a very good job of concealing my privates.
Last Night’s dream felt like a continuation of my night from the 6th. I had gone out to the Green Lantern to take in some of the Pride festivities. I met Robert there. In the dream I am with Robert trying to find his shirt. I suggest while he is looking for an appropriate shirt to wear he should sample the Fish Bread. It is a yellow pound cake that looks like a yellow tuna. Others at around us are expressing disinterest in the bread. I remark to Robert. What do they expect for $6 dollars inferring it is good bread for the price.
~~~~~~ DREAM ENDS
Although the dream was short the evening seemed to simply go on from real life to the dream where it picked back up seamlessly like the pages of a book. I remember thinking how real the it felt in the dream. It made me question whether I had really gone to the Green Lantern of if that too was simply part of a dream.
I never knew such a thing existed as fish bread but I found pictures online.
In last night’s dream I am given a double cassette tape which contains cyber code someone wants me to evaluate. I am suspicious of the methods by which it was given to me. I’ve never seen code on a cassette tape. I open the jewel cassette case to reveal the two tapes inside. The cassettes illuminate a beautiful lime green color. I think they are too beautiful to be malicious but I am still not convinced. The packaging is extremely high tech. I take the tape and tell them I will get back to them with my response but in truth I just want to get away from them just in case they have a malicious motive. I see my old boss Juan come by and he tells me I can take an alternate route. It is a route I’ve never driven down before. He says while on the route, I can visit a lodge that sits along the road. He tells me they have many activities I can take part in. He smiles and remarks it is frequented by a group of red headed men. I am riding my motorcycle while he is walking. I tell him he is welcome to ride on the back of my cycle but I don’t have a helmet for him to wear. He says he is just going to enjoy a leisurely walk and will meet me there.
Evading my pursuers who had given me the tape I arrive at the lodge and walk in. Immediately I see a bunch of red headed men. They are beautiful Norwegian and Scandinavian men. I love red heads so I feel like I have died and gone to heaven. They are woodsmen with messy long vibrant red hair and beautiful flowing beards. They welcome me and invite me to look around.
I decide to explore the lodge and all the rooms including some of the dormitories for the residents. I enter one large room where a couple of black men are seated with their dogs. The dogs are chows. The chows are digging in sandboxes appearing to have a good time. The men are seated looking out 4 extremely large windows.
I continue on and run into Juan again. He tells me they teach music here and he encourages me to take a look at the music room. I walk around and come upon a room with many pianos some are smaller for kids to play and others are full sized. There is also a large bucket at the entrance with many woodwind instruments. All are welcome to enter and play a woodwind. The space is small but very welcoming. A Jamaican lady with a headdress is inside teaching a little boy to play the piano.
As I am readying to leave, I stop at the reception desk where two women are talking about their volunteer work. All the people here apparently volunteer their time for the benefit of the lodge. I think I too would like to be a part of this place.
In last night’s dream, I am with my ex Joe. We are in business together. The office building is temporarily under construction and they have asked all leaseholders to vacate the building. No one is allowed in the building. However, there are some who are still using the building even though their actions are prohibited. They do it discretely. I am following their lead. I hide in the elevator so as to evade detection. The elevator is glass enclosed so I am sitting on the floor low enough to not be visible. A red light shines into the elevator. I am afraid they have found me. I remain low allowing the light to pass just above my head. I am able to evade detection.
The next day we are told the building may be reoccupied the following day. At 11 pm the night before we decide to go ahead and occupy the building again. This time we are flagrant about out disregard for rules. We get away with it because it is close enough to the re-opening of the building.
On a side bar there are a few encounters with my ex in the dream where I am so happy to be with him again and to be doing things along side him to have a mutual purpose that I am willing to push the rules aside. Bending the rules seems very contrary to who I am yet for the opportunity to be with him, I do it.
December 3rd, 2018 Last night's dream was absolutely incredible. My body is being elevated. I am ascending in the universe at an incredible speed. I can see the stars all around me. I come to a point in space where a picture frame hangs in front of me. I am…
In last nights dream, I am away from home at my work site. I see many trucks and construction men around me. They are breaking ground to build a new work site. I become aware of a fissure in the foundation which threatens to divide the site. I somehow know this fissure to be in my house also as it’s effects are felt by the entire neighborhood. I decide to leave the job site and travel back home to secure my belongings. My house is just a few blocks away and adjacent to the job site. There is havoc as people scurry to evacuate the area. The rush of people is causing delays in getting home. A truck driver offers me a ride. Assuming this to be the speediest route home, I accept.
Once in the truck, it becomes apparent he would need to travel the long way around the work site to get to my house. The offer now seems a bit backhanded as it really was of no help to me and is taking me further out of my way. I decide to get off and head back to the parking lot to cut through to the other side. I feel the urgent need to poop but I still have a long way to go. A small wet fart slips out which causes me to soil my pants. While in the parking lot, I ask one of the cleaning ladies if she can offer me a restroom where I can clean up a bit. She offers one of her janitor closets which has a small shallow sink with fresh water and some paper towels. I clean up a bit but notice the poop is alive with fish and tiny animals. It is a muddy river teaming with life. Where the poops runs into the clear waters in the sink I examine the various life forms. There are animals of all kinds. This is not standard poop but poop which must be preserved.
After depositing all the poop into the small utility sink with water I leave to continue my journey home. I have very little time to get there so I decide to travel in somewhat unconventional ways. I assume I must be dreaming and therefore must have special powers within this dream. Taking an example from one of the frogs in the sink I decide to try to leap frog my way out of the parking structure. My leap frogging works and I am able to quickly scale my way out of the parking structure only to find it does not exit out where I need to be. Once again, I am confronted with having to find an alternate route.
The animals from my poop are now fully constituted and offer me other resources and new ideas for getting home. There is one fish who is especially beautiful and a gifted swimmer. Following his intuitive lead, I follow him to my home.
I am secure and safe in bed where I immediately have a false awakening. An Airbnb guest arrives. I hear him enter and walk up the steps to the second level. I get up out of bed knowing I already have a guest in the upstairs bedroom. I am greeted by an Asian man and his 10 yrs old son. Something unusual catches my attention about the Asian man I recognize him from before and if I do it must be a guest who previously stayed with me and is returning. Knowing I haven’t changed the pass-code on the door I assume he simply used the old pass-code to enter the house. The boy runs into my bedroom to play with things in my room as if this was his home. At the top of the stairs I explain to the man I already have a guest staying with me and don’t have available space to accommodate him. I sense he has come for an ulterior motive. I sense he is secretly attracted to me. I can see he is getting an erection in his pants. I don’t think it is a match since I am generally not attracted to Asian men. He excuses himself and proceeds to leave with his son.
It occurs to me to check to see if my son is with me. I return to the my bedroom where his son was playing only to find the infant car seat is empty. I go into a panic wondering where I might have left my child and in who’s care did I leave him. I head downstairs where my nieces are gathered. I suspect one of them might have smuggled my child with them. My niece Ester smiles at me with a mouth full of teeth so white they look fake. She smiles a second time long enough for me to carefully examine her digital teeth. There is something electronic about them. Maybe it is the means she uses to whiten her teeth. As they leave, my niece Daisy is the last to say goodbye. She places her hand on my voicebox and transmits a message like a ventriloquist. I immediately feel the vibration of her voice within my voicebox but the sound is muffled I can not understand the words. The look on her face tells me she is very happy for me and is confident I will find my missing child.
I next walk toward one of my guest bedrooms passing through the kitchen and dinning room where the Asian man’s son is sitting at the table waiting for someone to feed him. Knowing the Asian man must still be in my house I open the other bedroom door. The Asian man is in there but blocks the door from opening fully. All I can see is his face and the baby blue t-shirt he wears. One thing which strikes me are his soft youthful features. I have a feeling my son is with the Asian man.
July 12, 2018 I find myself busy in the dream playing with my dogs and talking to friends. I realize it is my bedtime and I need to retire to my bed yet I still have so much yet to accomplish. I sit on my bed and before I can…
Last night’s dream was a bit unusual in that I dreamt about my ex-partner Joe who I pretty much hate for the way he has treated me following our break up. What was unusual was that I still had feelings for him in the dream. The dream goes like this:
I am at a marina where many boats are docked. Each boat is a business. Joe works at Levitt & Quinn with offices on one of the yachts. When I see him I am very happy. He stirs fond memories from the time I worked at the law firm. It was my first job right out of high school. I worked as a typist preparing divorce papers for low income families. (Joe never worked there except in my dream.) The memory hits a sweet spot knowing he has managed to work there for most of his life and is the only job he has ever held.
A memory comes to me that Joe and I are no longer together yet I happen to be in his quarters. I look around to see how he has been living all this time. His furnishings are simple and very much like Joe. I can see he is doing some construction on his unit. The workers are building a cabinet. I decide to offer him a suggestion on how to make the best use out of it by changing the materials a bit. The cabinet is where they place things like the life vests. Joe is already at work on a distinct ship. Needing to get a message to him with my recommendation I decide to use his iPad to communicate with him. I write on the iPad a note which he will be able to see where he is at telling him to use a higher grade of wood on the lid such that it will be better secured. Doing so will allow him to use the lid to set heavy objects on if necessary when entertaining guests. I am happy because he will know I am in his quarters and I am not angry at him. Its a feel good moment for me to be able to help without any resentment toward him. He thanks me for the suggestion and instructs his crew to follow my recommendation. They will need to purchase the additional materials needed.
I decide to leave but first I head toward the law office of Levitt & Quinn to say hello to everyone. Once on the ship I can feel the ship moving. It is leaving the dock to set sail. With quick action I know I cannot remain on this ship. I disembark by jumping across to another ship.
In last night’s dream, I am traveling with a small group of people but specifically with one person a guy who I am interested in romantically. It is as if we had gone on this adventure together and accompanied by a small group of people but him and I are together as a unit. Once at our destination it is nearing the time for us to return home. It is as if everyone has an inner calling on when to return home. Once the call comes in it really doesn’t matter who you went with you have to answer the call yourself and find your way back home. Once the call comes in everyone in your group hears a small summary of how far you traveled in your journey. The information is of a personal nature yet everyone is allowed to hear it as a public announcement. When I hear my partners call I find out a little more about him. It turns out he has a very high clearance with the government and is some kind of Central Intelligence Chief. He has achieved the highest or among the highest standing possible. I ruminate over his success and imagine what it would be like to have that type of high paying job. I’m a bit envious but happy that I am with him since we would both benefit from his good fortune. I am also happy we both share the same interest and type of job experience within cyber security.
In the call also reveals the return path we’ve selected for ourselves. We are currently in Baltimore and needing to return to Washington, DC. I have chosen to ride the train back. He has also chosen to ride the train back but in a very unconventional way. For some reason, he has inside information about a delay on the track that will allow him to purchase a later train and arrive in D.C. at the same time I do. This allows him to enjoy Baltimore a bit longer before having to return. For me, the effect is I too am able to enjoy my time with friends a bit longer and since we are still on the same track we can still in essence be connected with each other.
I then see a fellow group member who flies by telling us how the delay is impacting him. He tells us how happy he is that he was able to meet someone earlier in the day and got “Lucky” and now with the delay is going to be able to prolong his happiness. He winks at us indicating he just might get “Lucky” a second time. Our distinct paths home now seem to create a triangle.
Now with some assurance I won’t be missing my return path I decide to try to fly. My body flies high like a kite in the wind flying flying flying but not changing position. The feeling is exhilarating.
I wasn’t happy with last night’s dream so I wasn’t sure if I was going to journal it but I decided to do it anyway. In the dream, I am with my ex Joe down in Miami. We are going through the normal challenges of life. Days pass and we seem to get out of touch with each other until one day I realize I haven’t showered with him in a very long time. I have a longing within me for intimacy but I seem to simply be moving through life from one place to another unable to pause for a moment to enjoy it with anyone. The pain of loneliness strikes me today in a way that it hasn’t before so I pause to see if Joe has taken a shower already. When he passes by me, I can see his hair is combed and styled nicely and still looks wet. There is another guy “a friend” in our house who has been visiting for a long time. I notice he too has his hair nicely styled and looking wet. I ask Joe if they showered together, to which he replies, “Yes.”
I am angry at him for cheating on me and angry at myself for not having asked for what I want. I grab Joe by the neck and tell him this does not work for me. I tell him it is over. Our friend who is now presumably his boyfriend is now angry at me claiming stake to our home. He has installed microwave lights in the ceiling with the intent on slowly causing me to have cancer and die. I am clued in on his plot to destroy my life. They are simply waiting for the effects of the radiation to kill me so they can live out their lives.
There is not much I can do but I remember … there is one thing; I can pray. I open my palms up toward the radiant light coming from the ceiling and pray that it pass through me and reflect back justice on those who might want to cause harm to me. I believe justice with prevail. I remain standing unaffected by the cancer causing light. Joe and our friend are forced to leave and I remain in the house alone.
~~~~~~~ DREAM ENDS
As in the dream sometime I feel cheated in life because I don’t have a relationship and I find myself alone. It also occurred to me that I can’t simply pray for justice i have to pray for the things that matter to me. I have to ask for what I want.
I 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.