A Yacht of a Job

March 14, 2019

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.

Dream Drape

March 8, 2019

In last night’s dream I seem to be traveling to another planet. It is a planet which we are in the process of terraform. I wake up from being incubated for the flight. I still have a sleep drape which also acts as an invisibility cloak. It is how people are transported. I am one of the first to arrive as the terraforming has just begun. When I awake in the dream, I guess you can call it a false awakening because I am not truly awake in real life. What is surprising here is as I awaken I immediately recognize the process used to transport people. The invisibility protects you just in case you were to surface in a hostile environment. The threads of the invisibility drape conduct light and are multi-dimensional. It is how you pass between dimensions. The first thing upon arrival is the process of re-hydration. There is a clear needle that looks much like an orange peeler. It is a smart needle knowing exactly where to enter your body. I can see one of the other men on the mission who is also in the process of being re-hydrated. The re-hydration liquid is a silicon based material as it has an oily aspect to it. As I wait my turn for processing, I am very happy to spend time with the dream drape of invisibility viewing all the beautiful colors and peering into many many dimensions. It is so beautiful.

~~~~~~~ DREAM ENDS

This was a truly spectacular dream and so surreal. It felt so real to me as if it were just another part of my waking life. It seemed purposeful with intent. Makes me wonder if there is a place beyond the physical to which we return to and originate from.

Lucky Call Home

Rainbow Kite Train by Jack

March 5, 2019

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.

Tom Soufer and the Millennium Falcon

February 19, 2019

Last night’s dream was very cool and futuristic. In the dream, I am on another planet where I have an Airbnb I am renting. The renters have invited additional guests. I knock on the door and enter the unit to count the number of guest. They are clearly well over the number specified on the reservation. While in the unit as I am counting heads, it becomes apparent the space is much larger than I remember it to be. For a moment I question myself why I have a limit on the number of occupants if the unit itself is so big. This is when I am keyed in to the fact I am on another planet and this is an alternate reality to my daily life. Curious enough, I am intimately familiar with everything here. I know the type of guests I service in this reality.

The guests quickly agree they have exceeded the limit as there are 50 or more individuals here. They start gathering their belongings and proceed to return to their ship. Their exit is unusual in that they are exiting through the walls. They simply become part of the wall as they leave. There is one iron door that looks like a submarine ship door. It has a 5 pointed star on it with a circle around it. The circle is blue on one side and pink on the other side. As each individual disappears into the wall the circle illuminates. Once all are gone, the entire wall disappears and I am now able to see through it. I can see a blue opal gemstone cut like a diamond with multiple facets suspended within a triangle. There are 3 of these triangles each with an opal inside floating off in the distance toward the mother ship. I am amazed. I sense what I am seeing is of the utmost importance.

Next I see their ship take off. It looks like AirForce 1 with the pale blue and white colors. As it turns the wings cut a line in the ground and I am able to see the back side of the ship as it departs. The back side reminds me of the Millennium Falcon from Star Wars.

As I was waking up I had the name of Tom Soufer. Not sure who he as I don’t know any Tom nor any Soufers, but I was talking to him. The name was so clear in my mind as if I was talking to him in real life.

Faerie Godmother Caught On Tape

February 3, 2019

I had fair number of dreams last night where I was very much engaged with the elements of the dream but I can’t quite place my finger on what I was doing.  The only thing I can remember is when I woke up to go to the bathroom while I was yet resisting the urge to pee, I had a vision where I can see what is a very magical scene.  My awareness is at ground level looking up at a very tall figure elongated from the base to the waist line.  The figure is surrounded by what looks like a blue shimmering faerie jelly.  It is iridescent with glitter stars all over it.  I struggle to look up at the entity.   I can see up to it’s waist.  Wanting to ascend higher, I relax and allow myself to float up along it’s base.  I arrive at the upper body.  Upon seeing the head I immediately have a flash of insight,  I am seeing myself but what am I doing dressed as a Faerie Godmother?  Her wings are infant sized just now growing and developing within the faerie jelly which surrounds her.  Her upper body is disproportionate to her lower body which makes me believe she is floating.  I am so surprised and awake in a gasp not to mention the sense of urgency around needing to pee is pressing against my bladder.

I immediately get up and head on down to the bathroom.  In my head I’m thinking this is a fluke of a dream.  Where did that come from?  Having done my business I return to bed to cuddle with the dog kissing his head I fall back into the dream.  Again I find myself at the base of what is a magical scene.  Faerie dust and jelly surrounds me.  It feels refreshing and renewing as it cascades over me.  I know given the opportunity I must ascend again to see the head.  I want to know if what I saw before it in fact correct.  Relaxing into this state of consciousness I begin to float up toward the waist.  From this new vantage point, I turn to look up at its torso.  Again I am astonished to see myself once again playing with this magical jelly floating high above the waist.  I must be having a good time all dressing up.  How did I get here?  What brought me here?  I almost feel like when someone walks in on you and surprises you while you are fantasizing and dancing around and you don’t want anyone to see your child like innocence, your playful spirit, an adult being a child.  There I stand unnoticed by me yet I know I’m seeing myself.  It feels as if someone caught my galavanting on tape and is playing it back to me.  The wings are baby wings tiny compared to my size yet I wear them with pride believing I can fly.

 

 

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.

 

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We Are Here

October 17, 2018

In last night’s dream I am with a group of people.  We are enjoying some casual social fun yet working in some capacity.  It is work that is casually fun and social.  A man and woman come up to the podium where I  am stationed and discretely offer me a sandwich bag with squarely folded money.  Along with the money are shavings of white chocolate.  They also offer me a transparent box with an assortment of deserts, danishes and ice cream.  The man and wife identify themselves as old friends.  I take a contemplative second look at them and immediately recognize them.  The man says the sandwich bag is for my personal consumption.  He instructs me to offer the box of deserts to my coworkers.

Inside the box is an ice cream cone with a caramel top nuts.   The cone is beginning to melt so I take it for myself and offer the remaining items to those around me.  I am very happy to see the man and wife.  They follow me as we walk around.  We are in Los Angeles.  We reminisce as we walk past the areas where we used to live.  We arrive at an apartment building with an exterior flight of stairs.   As we walk up the stairs the the woman sees a billboard in the distance and remarks to herself as if speaking to the billboard.  The billboard is a picture of my mom and dad.  The man says to the woman, “Would you stop talking to the billboard, we are here.

I Am You; We Are

September 25, 2018

Yesterday after my dinner I laid on the couch to watch TV and began to doze off.  I resisted falling completely out because I had things to do so I was only allowing myself a short respite from my chores.  I began to dream in 2 to 3 second snippets.  Each snippet was completely different and unrelated to the previous one.  I mussed over the selection of images being presented to me.  In one I saw a vacuum cleaner nozzle scoop up particles off the floor.  It reminded me of my mom since she cleaned houses for a living when I was young.  The nozzle didn’t move but the particles it scooped up did.  The dust particles moved quickly in a horizontal direction from from left to right.  I remember thinking they are too precise to be random.  The images seemed to have a very specific intent.  In one I saw a tennis shoe stepping into the frame followed by the left foot.  I focus on the ankles. There were so many of these snippets in quick succession like flash cards quickly passing through.  The way they would enter and leave my field of vision seemed calculated.  In some cases the scene would rotate and swipe off my minds screen like 3 dimensional computer graphics.

For a moment, there was a pause in the presentation which served to clear my mind of all thought.  I suddenly peered into a dimly lit living room where a man stood in the center.  Behind him was a window.  I could see his entire body from about the knees up.  He wore dark grey pants and a grainy blue t-shirt.  I immediately recognized him as me as if I am looking at myself in a mirror but yet the scene behind him was not the scene where my physical body stood.   He smiled at me as if to acknowledge the mirror image.  I am the man in the mirror.

~~~~~ DREAM ENDS

I am struck by the deep sense of knowing when I see thyself.  Just like when you unexpectedly step in front of a mirror you KNOW you are looking at yourself.  There must be a greater part of me beyond space and time maybe its my higher self.  Maybe a part of me exist in multiple dimensions.  

In the moment when I saw myself.  I was more taken by the feeling of recognizing self than of what I was wearing.  It was only in journaling it that I caught the colors.  The colors were those I’ve associated previously with OB.  Blue and Grey.  Why was I wearing blue and grey.  Of all colors why does my consciousness choose these colors.  They are not even my favorite colors.  Why was there a window in the background and why was the room dimly lite.  I feel everything has a message nothing is by chance.  Everything has meaning.

Rebuilding Love Lost Hospital

September 5, 2018

In last night’s dream I find myself standing outside an old abandoned building.  There is a man who stands with me.  He is the lone survivor and now is working to restore the building.  He tells me the story of the building.  He says it was a hospital at one time where many people were healed.  I can tell the building suffered a fire.   I ask him what happened to the patients in the building at the time of the fire.  He tells me the fire killed everyone except him.  I ask him if the building is now haunted.  He says it definitely is haunted.  The spirits of the dead still live here.  I ask is he is not afraid to work here to which he answers NO someone has to do the work.  I offer to help him.  I am with my dog Butters.  He then gives me a tour of the building to see what people were doing right before the fire.  I can see a couple making out in their car in the parking lot. There is a little boy who comes toward me and starts walking at my side.  I assume he wants to come along for the tour.  I place my palm on his head to let him know he is welcome on the tour.  I notice the moment my palm touches his hair on his head a wave of energy flows through me.  This energy lifts us both up off our feet.   I immediately have the ability of flight.  We float together to the higher floors of the hospital.

I am now lucid.  Knowing I have powers in the dream, I take a good look around me, at my surroundings to try to understand the mechanics of the dream and the correlation between the dream and my waking life.  I can see the fabric of the the dream vibrating with rainbow colors in which the dream constructs the scenes.  I think to myself this must be my aura or spirit as it’s light extends beyond my dream body.  I look around for Butters and discover he is now a young man.  I think his child name might need to be changed to reflect his new manhood.

A Belief In A Donut Hole for OB

August 12, 2018

The previous night as I was about to fall asleep I had a vision,  In the vision I see a sea of grey blue cilia swaying to and fro.  Each cilia was dimly lit from within by an internal light source.  As my consciousness moved along this bed I came upon a man about the age of 26 among the cilia .  His portrait came in with perfectly and complete clarity.  He wore a blue and grey shirt who’s fibers were also illuminated from within.  His hair was an iridescent  blond.  His eyes a deep blue.    He wore glasses which made me think this is the first time I’ve ever seen a dream vision person wearing glasses.  The intensity of his eyes was striking.  I wondered if this could be OB but being skeptical I looked for reasons why it wouldn’t be him.  I looked carefully at his hair.  He has a full head of hair which was straight with minor waves.  On his forehead his hair went straight up then nicely curved down.  I thought this is not a pattern my hair had when I was young at least I don’t remember it.  My eyes are not blue with this intensity even though I know his donor mom has a family history of blue and green eye and there are green eyes in my family history.  He had a soft shadow beard which I thought could definitely be a trait he received from me.   He looked at me for a long time…..a long time as if in a trance.  His visage moved or changed only slightly.  His image seemed to fade and faze in and out.  As it fazed it felt as if I was seeing two ages at once.  As if I could see through him into a timeline of his life.  I focused on an image of his face around the age of 14.  I compared the two simultaneously and recognized where his maturity came from.  I seemed to understand everything about him.

~~~~ Vision August 11th Ends

Last night I had a dream where my roommate is moving and packing his things.  He has compacted all his belongings into the center of the living room.  It all seems to have melted into a flat round disc about 5 to 6 feet across and about 2 feet deep.  It looks like a round coffee table in the center of the room.  All his belonging are compacted into this disk.  He then takes a donut hole cutter and impresses it into the center of the disk and cuts the hole out.  This center hole now is compressed and glazed down even further.  The glaze is so think I can see it has a glaze depth of about 1 inch all around.   I ask him what happened to all your belongings?  How can you claim this donut hole as a complete collection of all your belonging.  Instead of responding verbally he demonstrates by placing the compressed and glazed donut hole in water.  The donut hole grows and expands with to the size of the original disk before he took the donut hole cutter to it.   I now believe.

~~~~ Dream Ends

This morning I thought I should really take the time to journal my dream and vision from the night before.  I was unsure about journalling the vision of the young man with glasses because it seemed so simple a man with glasses…. what was there to tell?  Not only that, I just knew it would be incredibly difficult to find a picture of a man with characteristics similar to the man in the dream.  Funny enough yesterday I went to the gym and there were about 3 guys who looked SO similar to the guy in my dream.  I almost thought I should try to approach one of them and say hello.  At one point two of the guys were relatively close to one another and I thought should I ask them if they are related? My shyness got the best of me discounting the effort as my conscious mind wanting desperately to see what it wants to see.  Maybe they didn’t look anything alike.  It further enforced my willingness to discount the vision as too simple to journal.  So today, I thought OK I’ll do some searches for “blond haired man with glasses” and see if I get a hit.  I thought if I was to go to a beauty salon and wanted a hair cut like someone in a magazine how would I find the images of the hair cut I wanted.  None of the images seemed to convey the exact hair style.  I changed the search a bit to “long haired man with glasses”  With this search I got a hit that matched perfectly.  The glasses we not quite what I saw as the glasses in my dream where more thin rimmed glasses but the intensity of the eyes were definitely the same.  The hair is a 100% match especially the way it goes up then curls back down on the forehead down to the side of his face.  The way the light hits his face kinda resembled the illumination that was present in the cilia and in the fibers of his shirt.  The lenses reminded me of being able to see into him and his timeline.

Now could it be OB?  Well it wasn’t until I started journaling it that the probability shot through the roof.  It was in the cilia.  As I tried to describe the cilia I remembered the blue and grey.  Those colors have been present in most of my OB dreams so much so that I’ve associated the colors with him.  Also the fact that he had glasses on made it different from any previous vision or dream.  People just do not have a need for glasses in my dreams.