Last night’s dream I wasn’t wanting to journal it. I remember waking up in the middle of the night from the dream and consciously deciding I don’t like this dream so I didn’t record it. However, this morning I still remember all the details so here it is.
In the dream, I am part of a space program on the International Space Station. However, it is much larger than the small one that orbits earth. On the space station everyone is aware of aliens. There are competing agendas in space but for the most part organizations seem to get along except…. the US and the Russians. On the surface it looks like we get along because we are both from Earth but in reality there is a plot to kill someone. They have created alliances with a malevolent alien group. Passage between the US area and the Russian area is strictly monitored. On this day, we are asked to do a medical mission to the Russian side. I am traveling with about 7 people. The gates that allow you to cross are owned by each government. We are in a hurry so I line up to go through the Russian gates even though I am not Russian. Once on the other side I have a deja-vu. I recognize this space and I know what is about to happen. There is a plot to kill the doctor by sabotaging the train she is on. I fear for our lives. Once on the other side, there are many people passing through with their credentials. The Doctor rides on the tram before me. Something she is wearing gets caught in the mechanical parts of the train aas the car turns she is swallowed up and killed. I am watching this not believing my eyes. The Russians claim it is an accident. The next car goes through I am in the car. I believe this is the end of my life. Something in me tells me I have to pee. Instantly I become lucid. As the car is moving I decide to modify the tracks. It is after all my dream. Where the track would have swallowed me up I create an opening in my mind through which the track may diverge.
I am wearing a primitive life vest which has little inflatable wings attached to it. The wings seem to be more decorative than functional. The wings remind me I can fly. I realize this is the first time I’ve learned I can fly. It is as if time has shifted. I play out the first time I flew. I am experiencing how it was to fly with the confidence of knowing I’ve always been able to fly. I take off like a rocket. I am flying over black waters in outer space. One thing new is I don’t have a sense of direction. I have managed to break free. I wake up needing to pee. After returning from the bathroom, I lay back down and close my eyes. I find myself in a hallway where I am welcomed by three men. I focus on the guy in the middle. He has distinctively American features and is clean shaven. I ask myself, “When will my dreams catch up with my bearded fetish.” None the less, there is something about his look that feels welcoming. He greets me and asks where did I take off to. So I answer…”I had to pee.” He then opens the door and I am returned to the scene before the Doctor went through the passage and is killed.
Now feeling relieved of my bladder I watch. She gets in and the train begins to roll down the track. Again she is swallowed up. Again the Russian try to play it off as an accident but as soon as they do a ripple in the timeline is felt and she reemerges with a baby blue life vest on and the little wings similar to the ones I was wearing when I went to the bathroom. Now the Russians are exposed for the truth. She is saved and still lives.
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I struggled to find an image to go with the dream. Then I ran across this one with the three astronauts and it reminded me of the three men who met me when I returned from the bathroom. The one in the middle looks very similar to the guy who was in the middle with a very welcoming look.
I’m not sure why I didn’t want to journal this. I think it is because I don’t like violence. I hate all the violence in movies.
Last night’s dreams were very interesting. When I first went to bed and started falling asleep I had a short intro dream. I wasn’t quite asleep when in front of my eyes passed a small pyramid. It paused for about 20 seconds in front of my eyes long enough for me to examine and take note of the object. Although it was a basic pyramid, it did have an unusual characteristic in that it’s sides were bloated and it’s points were pinched as it it was constructed with spheres. It’s color was a creamy purple. As it started to move passed my field of vision my spirit body sprang into action and immediately got up out of bed and followed it.
I follow the purple pyramid to a house. I am standing outside an open window. The house is dimly lit by a candle. The light illuminates a picture frame hanging on a wall. I recognize the frame as one which hung in my mom’s house. It is a picture of my grandfather and my two uncles who are now deceased. I attempt to focus in on the image to make sure it is the same one. The image is somewhat obfuscated by the glass through which I must perceive it. The faces in the image fade in an out.
A man stands in the corner of the room. He notices me looking through the window. He hides in the corner to cover his naked body. I ask myself could this be my mom’s house? I instantly hear my mother and father call to me as if she were on the telephone. She asks, “Me llamas?’ I am surprised the voice is exactly that of my mother. It can be no other person. I ask if she can hear me to which both my mom and my dad respond, “Claro que podemos escucharte!” Hearing my dads voice EXACTLY as I remember it I know it is them. I want to hear more but can not come up with a question to ask. I want a good question but I am tongue tied. My mom perceiving I am dumbfounded offers a few words. She says, “Estamos muy bien y estamos contigo.”
I am jarred awake by the experience almost as if I was pushed to wake up so I would remember their words. I recorded the details of the vision on my voice recorder and proceeded to go to the bathroom and returned to bed. I then had the following dream.
In the dream my life has become a play. In the play they find a vagabond man who is traveling the countryside. This man is in tattered clothing. He is the Hulk. He is bewildered because when he transforms into the Hulk he can’t remember all that he does when he is in character. When he is found along the roadside his is taken up by the cast of the play. The play is just now forming. Since he is disoriented he is easily swept up into the play and easily is made the main character. Life marches on for him in the play and he experiences many life events.
There are two showing a 7pm and a 9pm. The 7pm is the original with the 9pm being a repeat of the first except the 2nd show has a different man as the producer. The producer is not the same as the Hulk. I never really meet the producer of the first showing since when I arrived on the scene I am bewildered and confused and the cast has already been assembled. Some of the scenes from the first showing are changed slightly in the second and the Hulk who is me serves as an adviser to the play having first hand knowledge of the events. Some of the actors have very minor roles yet they have traveled great distances to be a part of the play. There is one scene which is probably the climax of the movie where the Hulk transforms. He is hiding under a covered wagon which conceals his transformation. The audience is just given a glimpse of his green form enough to experience is power. In the last scene he is laid to rest in the neighbors yard under the swimming pool.
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I’ve never had a dream about the hulk and haven’t watched it recently so it is quite odd that I would dream of it. What did catch my attention in the dream was the muscles and strength the Hulk possessed yet at the same time a weakness. His vivid green color when transformed was very pronounced in the dream. When I did a search for images to comment on for the dream I found this one. I remembered a vision I had when I was waking up where I saw the face of a man with very bold features. He had similar facial features as I do. I remember wondering who is this man. The man disappeared and was followed by an automobile that drove by in the night. All I could see was the headlight approaching. I tracked the headlight musing about how bright the light was given my eyes were closed. It passed and was closely followed by a second car. I tracked it’s headlight as it passed musing again about it’s brightness.
What it all mean I may never know but I do feel very good having heard the voice of my mom and dad.
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December 24, 2018 Last night's dream was quite amazing. As I was falling asleep for the night I had a vision where I am with a young man embarking on a journey. A man calls out to us from a distance. As if calling me into the dream. I'm unaware…
Last night’s dream was very unique. I am in a struggle or competition with an adversary. Something or someone who is trying to take my power from me. I have a toolbox with a key ring on which hang small objects, totems and talismans used to represent aspects of the powers I have at my disposal. I am also the custodian of sacred objects for the other members of my team. I sift through the objects and find one that is uniquely mine. It represents me. It is a wheat penny. Seeing the penny, I know this is a game changer because I’ve only ever seen a wheat penny once in my life in a dream which marked a huge turning point in my life. By association, I know the other sacred objects in my possession are of equal value to those for whom I’ve been entrusted custody. I also notice there is a pocket knife among the items. It is a military pocket knife my brother gave me when I was a kid. It is something he had when he was in the service. I immediately know I have to get these objects to their rightful owners. I know I have to guard them from my adversary. I gather my team around me and securely hand out the talismans. There is much confusion making it difficult to stay focused. In addition, my adversary is needling me from all sides. In the confusion I loose track of my wheat penny. I am forced to trust it will be there when I need it. For now, I must focus on the job at hand.
I am now sitting in front of my computer trying to achieve my mission. I notice an application keeps popping up on my screen. It displays a form letter with preprinted titles. I’m annoyed with the application closing it each time it pops up on my screen. I then realize my coworker sitting next to me is responsible for the application on my screen. Somehow what he does is being displayed on my screen. I come up with a way to leverage what he is doing to my benefit. I now notice my monitor has been swapped out with a smaller one. Wanting to make sure I am accurate in my assessment of my monitor I carefully study it and come to the determination that the monitor is in fact smaller than the one I originally had. I stand up and yell, “WHO TOOK MY MONITOR?” A new employee stands up and says it was given to him as a new employee. I’m outraged and tell him to ask for his own. Someone else comes up from behind me to tell me my boss is the one who made the swap. Knowing I may not have leverage here, I go over to another co worker someone I trust to ask if he can read something off his monitor. He tells me he can’t because his monitor was also taken from him.
Before waking up I have a second dream. One where I am with my baby. It’s been with me for the first few days ‘of its life. I am feeding it 3 times a day. I then remember babies are supposed to eat every two hours. I go over to the baby to feed him and notice the baby does not look malnourished and seems quite content. I wonder if he is still full from the colostrum he received when he was born.
Last I had a dream where I crew member on a ship. My superior has given me a set of instructions I am attempting to carrying out. I can hear his voice while at the same time I am reading the instructions. While reading and listening to him, I have a deja vu in the dream where one of the names on the roster is familiar to me and the circumstances around the given name but I can’t remember where this played out before. I tell him about the deja vu. My superior is not present with me but yet I am able to communicate with him by just a thought telepathically. I tell him about the deja vu. In telling him more details from the deja vu begin to stream into my awareness.
I remember being on this ship which we are attempting to evacuate. We have to save the lives of those on board the ship so part of my job is to ensure all of those on board have the proper instructions to leave. It seems to be a drill d not so much a real life disaster but at the moment I don’t remember this fact. This fact is only apparent from where I am now looking back on the deja-vu. It feels like both timelines, the present and what I am perceiving to be a deja vu, are actually happening at the same time. Even though I can perceive the details of the other timeline my pausing to understand it doesn’t seem to have an affect on the timeline itself.
I seem to be able to send messages between my present awareness and the deja vu. I decide to send the message to jump off the deck and fly to the lower levels. I now act out the instructions and jump off the deck. I know I am able to fly in dreams so it should work. I jump and nose dive down toward the bottom but on my way almost to the lowest level I encounter a kite which is preventing me from reaching the bottom. I attempt to fold the kite but every fold I place in the kite results in a kite of a slightly different shape all the the ability to prevent my fall.
Considering this attempt didn’t work as expected I return my consciousness to the point of observation. Again I return to the conversation with my superior where he is now answering following the discussion about the deja vu.
I am now standing in front of an elevator. It open with one person standing inside who says to me, “Do we all fit?” I get in the elevator and realize we can use it to go down to the lower decks and rescue those on the lower decks.
In last night’s dream I am in a warehouse where I work with my family. I have a bunch of kids who work with me. They are my children but they are now young adults in their 20’s. My son has developed some new airbags for cars that are made of a space age material which is super strong. The material is able to withstand any impact. It will protect your car from the outside.
I walk into the warehouse and a few of the airbags are inflated an sitting in a lounge area. No one is in the warehouse so I lay on the ground to relax using one of the airbags as a cushion. I don’t want the kids to see me “playing” with the balloons as I have to maintain the persona of the adult father but I just can’t help it I want to play with the balloons.
One of my sons enters and starts to chuckle. He has caught me playing with the balloons. He then shows me the technical details of the airbags emphasizing that they are not toys but have science behind their application. The airbags are metallic grey and fold up like accordions. As he demonstrate I can see the back of his neck and become fixated on his medulla oblongata and the youthfulness of his skin. I become so mesmerized by his demonstration that I am not paying attention to what he is actually saying to me. As he completes his lecture of the product I thank him by kissing him on the neck. The then turns to me and says, “Let me know if you need any help with that.”
My alarm rings and I awaken to snooze the alarm. I immediately the face of a woman. She had glowing red hair with white beads braided in her hair. She smiled at me. My consciousness was then swept back to the warehouse where I young man dressed in grey sat he was talking to me as if I still layed there on the floor listening to him. When he was done talking he turned to me the real me and smiled.
My alarm rings for a second time.
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When I woke up the thing that stuck most with me was the accordion like nature of the balloon and the woman’s red hair. I sat at my desk to work and pulled up Facebook. The first image on my feed was the one I selected for this post. It embodied precisely the accordion like nature of the balloons and how everything fit and moved with such precision and in harmony with itself. The red strips in the fan blades reminded me of the woman’s hair color and the white metallic circle the blades form reminded me of the white dots in her hair.
When Wolfie the kitten was rescued, his adorable toothy smile made his foster mom fall in love immediately. But he was sick and weighed less than a pound and vets said he didn't have a chance. Today on Little But Fierce, watch Wolfie get feistier and feistier one ounce at a time, and thank his foster mom for saving his life in the sweetest way possible 😍
So I’ve been in a deep depression as yesterday my mother died. Last night was the first night I was hoping for a dream of my mom to know she is OK. The entire night I never really achieved a deep sleep or at least I never really felt rested. I was on constant vigil looking for my mom. When I did wake up I couldn’t remember anything not a damn thing and I was even more sad that my dreams had let me down. Then I remembered something what seemed so trivial and unrelated to my mom.
In the dream, we are positioning an above ground pool. This is a pool we had before and it has sat outside with the sides down to the ground. There is a puddle of water dark with debris at the bottom. The wind during the long winter has moved the pool a bit taking it out of it’s original shape. There are several men here attempting to bring the sides up and re position it. They are doing it wrong. They have it going in a triangular shape when it was originally a square. I attempt to tell them without actually telling them that there is something wrong. I want them to see the error of their way. I decide to use hand signals to convey the message. I wave my arms much like a ground traffic controllers does with their flash light to direct the planes in and out of the airport gates. There is one man standing on the pool ladder who is overseeing the positioning of the pool. At him I say “1L” and wave my arms to my right. I then say “2L” and wave my arms behind me. Then something quite out of character happens. The face of a huge ginormous cat appears behind him. Light is shining from behind the cat such that I am unable to see the cat’s facial feature simply the shadow outline of the cat.
I was so depressed and resentful this morning that my dream had not revealed anything about my mom. I didn’t even want to journal it. I sat in front of my computer looking at my Facebook page crying watching a video I created of my mother years back. The end of the video has a full screen picture of my mom looking at me. The video ended and spontaneously Facebook queued up the next video. The image of the video above is what I saw. It was Mamma.
The name of the video also has meaning. I describe my mom in my video as The Most Beautiful Woman I’ve Ever Known. The name of the cat video is The Worlds Most Adorable Smile. They both have superlative titles of beauty. Was the appearance of the completely out of place cat Mamma? I believe it was. I think my dad has shown her how to send subtle message to me because he has been good at it so far.
syn·chro·nic·i·ty the simultaneous occurrence of events that appear significantly related but have no discernible causal connection
In last night I find myself on a train platform having arrived here. I think I am in Palm Springs or New Orleans. I am there with a couple people I know but not necessarily close friends. One of those here is my ex Joe. I’m not sure if I am with Joe or not I am wondering if I should be holding his hand or not. Someone mentions there is a new resort that just opened up near the train station. Walking by we look into the windows which reminds me of a convenience store. I look in the windows and recognize the place as somewhere I’ve been before. The only difference now is they have revamped the reception area. I don’t feel like going there. Those in the group want to take a free tour of the new place. “I don’t want to do this,” I tell them and I proceed to sit on a park bench right next to the establishment. It seems like a quiet area that has trees and shrubs. It feels peaceful to sit here. While I wait, I pull out my cell phone and notice it has changed. It has new plug-ins that I recognize. I know the functionality they provide before ever having seen them before. I am surprised to see they are offering this type of controls and services on the phone. There is a sense that these controls are cutting edge items from the future and should not be present in a phone yet.
After sitting there for a while I get tired of waiting and I don’t even know if I’m with him so I’m not sure why the hell I’m waiting. I’m starting to get irritated. I decide to call Joe on the phone. I am looking at the dial pad but the numbers are mixed up. The 2 is now a 1 and the 1 is now a 2. I can’t see the remaining numbers to call. Frustrated I begin walking to the train station to head back home. One of the guys from the group of guys I was with comes out and begins following me. I am so frustrated I turn and tell him. Please leave me alone I don’t want you to walk with me. Shunned he says behind taking a slightly different path to the station. Once at the station the train arrives. I realize I don’t yet have a ticket to board the train. Knowing I don’t have a lot of time I have not other choice but to ask the guy I shunned to help me. I ask him if he can direct me to where I can buy a ticket. He point to a vending machine in the distance and says “Its only 10 franks which is less than the price of a beer.”
I try walking but my consciousness won’t budge. I seem to be stuck in place. I then try to fly but nothing is happening. With no other recourse I look up at the sky and say, “Please dream take me home.” My consciousness begins to move and immediately I woke up.
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Once awake I was puzzled why I woke up. I just wanted to go to the vending machine for a ticket. I didn’t want to “wake up”. After that thought sank in I realized wait a minute…. I am home.
I felt very bad for being so rude to the person in the dream who wanted to walk with me. I thought he was interested enough to want to walk with me why was I so rude? Here I am wanting friends in my life and when they show up all be it in a dream I am rude to them.
Looking back at the dream it seems so odd for the guy to comment about the 10 franks being less than the price of a beer since first off we use dollars and second I don’t drink beer. He also seems quite unaffected by me pushing him away. Its as if he wanted to be nice to me.
I don’t remember a lot from last night dream in part because I didn’t really want to be required to journal anything today. I wanted a day free from the thought of having to write down my dream. It wasn’t until I sat at my computer to do some regular work and discovered my external hard drive wasn’t working. For some reason, the computer would not read my external drive. That’s when I remembered my dream.
In the dream, I am leaving a gathering of people. This gathering is like the League of Nations. We had long discussions about the state of affairs. At the end of the meeting someone come up to me and hands me an SD Card containing all the file I need. I look at the small disk and recognize it as an SD card I had misplaced and had been trying to recover for a long time. She hands me the card and says take this with you. I immediately know this is what I’ve been searching for. It is a collection of my most personal and treasured things.
How coincidental that today I had problems with my hard disk.
Last night as I am falling asleep I notice a bearded man talking to me. He is young with a long brown and beard with golden highlights. He is talking and talking. I can hear him on some level but not audibly. He walks off suddenly. My awareness says oh no get back here so I chase him to surpass him. I block him as he is about to head out the door. I tell him you are in my dream who are you? He turns around and looks directly at me. He is in shock, I guess surprised at my reaction and my ability to chase him down.
I’m now in another part of the dream. I tell my ex Joe I basically can not be with him anymore. He begins to cry as I leave him. He is quite enmeshed in my life and it will take a great deal to sever all ties.
I then find myself at a dinner party at a beach house. It is night fall. The host tells me its not too late to take a swim in the ocean. I decide to walk out to the water edge and get my feet wet. To get there I have to pass through the family room where there is a movie projector and stuffed animals hanging from the ceiling. How charming is it for the host to have the tenderness of heart to hang stuffed animals from the ceiling. I continue walking toward the light in the projector. It feels as if I am walking into the movie that is queued up in the projector. I can see a glass door in the distance where a men stand guard. I hear him ask, “How do you identify?” It’s not a question I need to answer but simply ponder. He then explains the trance I am about to be placed under. I then see a series of bright blinking lights shine in my eyes. The lights are extremely disorienting. I can not tell up from down or right from left. On one wall I see a circle of rainbow colored lights. The rainbow is easier for me to focus on so I hold my attention on it.
As I am about to wake up I see someone walk past me. I can see the back of his or her head. The hair is a man’s cut of light brown. The person is trying to hide their face from me so I grab a hand full of hair preventing the person from passing unnoticed. Again I say this is my dream who are you? The person turns to look at me. It is a woman. She has very distinct features. I don’t recognize her directly but she is known to me.
Last night I had a dream where I am in a hospital maternity ward. I live and work there. My niece Daisy works there too. Her office and home are right next to mine. This is as a result of them switching offices with me. I have swapped offices with my old boss BMo which now places me right next to Daisy. I am walking through the building looking at the last names on the the hallway. The hallways are named by the last name of the last resident in the corridor. I clearly find where I am supposed to be because I was given a name and a number. Once inside I discover it is a split level suite with floor to ceiling windows. In one area the suite is exposed to two stories I am standing and the uper level looking down. I think it is probably not the most effective use of the space they could have utilized the space on both floors for living. I’m told the manager of the building has a storage unit where she keeps all the decorations in a central location. Anything you need is in this storage unit which frees up your space to simply accommodate the view. I leave the unit to visit my neighbors and take a look at the storage unit. I walk over to Daisy’s unit and can see the new born beds and the nurses attending the babies. I stop and visit with the nurses who are sitting on the floor commiserating with one of the nurses regarding events in her life. On my return I can’t find where my unit is. All I know is my space is located to the left of Daisy. It is very confusing and I can’t seem to retain the names on the hallways. Each time I return the layout seems to change I eventually find my space but I can only find it with the help of others.