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.
In last night’s dream I find myself at an annual event given by my employer. I seem to have traveled here because I have to carry on bags with me which I leave with the cafeteria staff to hold for me. There is a plant next to where I leave my bags. It looks like a venus fly trap with the exception that inside the trap the plant excretes sperm. It is a rare delicacy much like caviar. I sample the plant and like it so much I decide to re-pot it in a larger pot so that it can grow and more people can enjoy the fruit.
I see my friend Francisco who I haven’t seen in a long time. I am a bit shocked with his weight. He is emaciated and very thin. I comment on his weight to which he simply says this is my desired weight. Up close to him I notice I can see the tendons of his biceps which he is trying to hide under his shirt. There is definitely something wrong with him that he simply does not want to admit.
The party progresses along and as it ends we are invited to take some food with us. The food is going quickly. I notice the take home plates are not well equipped for travel but I manage to prepare a plate for myself. A man behind me it trying to reach under me to get some of the last servings. My plate wet with food collapses onto his plate mixing my plate with his plate. Not wanting to argue about which is mine and which is his I decide to simply get another plate. There is not much food left so I take a desert plate and opt for some desert instead. The kitchen places some left over hor-dourves on a lazy susan. These are meat pastries. I decide these are quite good to stock up on. I take a few to sample them before filling my pastry dish with my to-go plate.
Again I see Francisco chumming up with my friend Stephen. Odd I think to myself because they don’t really know each other. Francisco is sitting on Stephens lap with his back to me. Again I notice his very thin waist. I then prepare to leave and grab one of my bags completely forgetting I had two bags when I arrived. I inadvertently leave my second bag behind.
Later when I realize I forgot one of my bags I return to the cafeteria where the I Venus Sperm Trap was standing. All the bags are not gone. The sperm trap has a few dry white leaves where the sperm from the fruit has dribbled down the leaves. I wonder how I am supposed to recover my lost and found item. I return to the lazy susan and find my lost and found item on the lazy susan. I am relieved to know I haven’t lost anything and thankful that they placed my bag somewhere where I can find it.
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.
I had a dream where one of my co-worker purchased a few condo unit through work. Work owned a hotel, The Concordia which was later made available to employees to purchase units in the building at discounted prices. The offering was only made to employees, vendors were excluded. I was a vendor at the time and therefore was not aware of the offering. I feel it is unfair since we worked side by side for so many years. We walk through the unit. I like the layout very much and feel I could live here comfortably in my retirement had I been offered something similar.
There is a communal area of the building where my co-worker has placed many pianos. He sits at one of them and begins to play. I can tell the piano is out of tune but he makes the keys sound good even considering it is out of tune. He explains his success is all about the rhythm.
This dream i had two days ago but I didn’t get around to adding it. Last night’s dream seemed to dove tail into it. The dream is complex but simple. I am on a roller coaster ride that continuously comes back to the same place for me to do something and then get back on. The something I have to do is journal the dream from the night before. I remember feeling very very tired of continuously looping around and around on the track. At one point, I simply can’t ride it anymore and I get off. This is when I recall being in the dream from the previous night where I notice a computer screen this is the same computer screen from the night before which I remember has journal entries. Again as I did in the previous night I read the journal entries presented on the screen. I am keenly aware the screen controls the track the roller coaster uses and I must write the script to differentiate the track to effect a new path.
In the previous night when I look at this same screen I am unaware of the roller coaster. All I know is I am somehow a contributor to this effort. We have work to do. As I start reading the screen it contains information on the work being conducted. I recognize the work and it becomes apparent it is a journal of the work which has been performed to date. I ask someone nearby if they can confirm my assumption. The person confirms it is in fact a record of the work conducted. It somehow feels like a story of my life and my life’s mission. The record is missing the latest developments and the course for the future. I begin typing into a tiny keyboard that is very very small. Someone notices I am struggling with data entry and hands me a cell phone which has voice to text dictation. I begin using it to input the data stream.
My awareness now returns to the present moment in the dream. The roller coaster now contains new instructions. I no longer feel fearful or reluctant to embark on the coaster once again. I am ready for the ride of my life.
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Main Dream: Someone calls me looking for a job so I become his recruiter. He presents his qualifications including his medical records and I offer him assistance in preparing his resume for the questions he might be asked in the interview process. He meets with my bosses yet my bosses aren’t aware that he was coached by me. They are very impressed by his resume and he gets the job based on his preparedness. Slowly over time it is revealed that I coached him in the process. I hear someone say, “No wonder he is so well prepared.” I apparently don’t work close to their group I just happen to know a great deal about what they do and what they are looking to create. We are all sitting around a conference table.
I excuse myself and get up to go the the bathroom for number 2. As I enter the bathroom I am given a button to turn on the lights. It functions as a remote control. The button controls the lights in the house. including the bathroom. They suggest I take the button with me into my waking life. I sit on the pot to focus on relieving myself all the while examining the button in my hand. Feeling relieved I return to the conference room holding my button. I am told the button is a new piece of technology the group has been working on. They are offering me the button in recognition of my contribution to the technology by having prepped the guy. They encourage me to take the button with me. As they are explaining the technology I am sensing something is not quite right. I still have the urge to pee. Knowing I’m in a dream I tell them I have to really go to the bathroom. They motion to me to press the button. I press the button and immediately wake up in real life.
~~~~~ Dream Ends Here.
After waking up I thought how unusual that in the dream I had to use the bathroom. I don’t remember ever using a restroom in a dream. I have been in a dream bathroom before but never actually believed I was actually using the restroom to relieve myself. I definitely didn’t go number 2 in my bed. I remember being in the conference room and needing it. I even excused myself to go. I apparently knew where this dream bathroom was located. It was in the bathroom where I was given the button. So if that part of the dream only happened because I really needed to go then did the dream create a bathroom on the fly for me to use. I remember it being a normal bathroom. The buttons were on the counter. I was told to take one and specifically to take one back with me implying that I was in a dream and I was expected to return. At that moment I didn’t fully understand. I assumed it meant to take it back to the conference room. After using what I thought was number 2 and feeling relieved I took the button with me back to the conference room. That’s when they explained what the button was for. It was what they were creating. It was the work for which they hired the guy I prepped for the job. The button is a remote control to turn the light on. I was to take it back with me into my waking life. When I realize I still had to use the bathroom and attempted to excuse myself again they instructed me to push the button. I immediately woke up.
When I woke up I recognized the button as something I already have in waking life. Its a night light.
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I am at work and have been given an assignment to program something. I spent time programming. Once complete I feel good about my work. I know it is the best quality work I can produce and … it actually accomplishes the task.
I then woke up and went to the bathroom and came back to bed and had a second dream. This dream I understood to be an alternate version of a previous dream told with a clarifying narrative. I feel contradiction in terms or some oxymoron. I guess there is a moral to the story and the moral can be conveyed through various stories.
I am at a hotel / restaurant. Where I am meeting a group of people much like an MKP warrior weekend. I have to be checked in by the person who sponsored me to the event. I will be sharing a room with a few others each having there own private quarters within the room. I am here to do a job. There is a heliport on the rooftop and my job is to control the flights that come into the port. The helicopter must be secured because of the high winds in the area. I am the only person assigned the role of securing the helicopter and the only person with the skill to do the job. After the first night, I am ready to leave the hotel. I check out of the hotel surrendering my room key at the front desk. After doing so, I realize there are still flights coming in with no one to guide and secure them. I realize my purpose for being here is for far more than just one night. The need is great and I am needed to stay longer. I head back to the front desk to see if someone recognizes me from the previous night. I hope to explain my situation and see if I am allow back in the hotel. I ask the attendant if he remembers me to which he says, “Of course we remember you.” I proceed to explain my error in checking out prematurely explaining I am supposed to stay longer. He then says, “Of course we know you are supposed to stay longer.” He tells me my reservation is permanent residence and is here whenever I need it. He explains, “You use it all the time.” I have one of the highest jobs here and I am the only person qualified to do the job therefore the room is always reserved for me. He hands me the key along with an envelope. The envelope triggers me to become lucid for just a moment. I know I must read and take back the the information contained in the envelop. Now lucid I pause to open the envelope. Inside is a bank statement describing a transfer of funds. It details the balance on the mortgage which has been paid by Joe. It is in the amount of $100,000 dollars which is also the balance owned on the mortgage. I am happy to know I can live out the remaining years of my life without having to worry about a mortgage payment. I have a reservation on whether to accept it or to question the amount. It is far more than what I had asked in terms of damages and far more than what he had offered to pay originally. I feel I can only accept it if he has given it in good faith yet I also don’t want to say anything for fear he may renege on the amount.