Sound Point Man

May 6, 2019

In last night’s dream I am on a construction site. I am part of a critical team of highly specialized workers responsible for construction of a building. There are specialized teams on site each assigned their secure locations to store their secret wares. Each team completes their tasks without knowledge of the other team. I seem to have some add on guest responsibilities requiring me to also act as a liaison between the teams. I can speak and talk to their point person. So I am familiar with where the point person is located but nothing more.

We have just completed building the ramp which the vehicles will use to traverse the site. The ramp is constructed with highly packed gravel. I drive my car over the gravel to test the structure. The structure is sound.

Love: When Rules Don’t Matter

April 1, 2019

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.

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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.

Lucky Call Home

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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.

Hydra: Come Live On Our Planet

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February 2, 2019

In last night’s dream I am applying for a new job along with a few other people.  I am the first one hired on by the company and offered my choice of places to work.  I choose my home as my location.  Two others are also hired and they too choose from the remaining locations available.  The 2nd person chooses to work from the business apartment and the 3rd is given an office space at the main headquarters.

I seem to be the lead and I go visit the 2nd person at his new luxury business apartment.  Looking around the space, I realize this is where I used to live a long time ago.  It is much bigger than I remember it to be.  I feel a deep sense of connection to this place as I look around at the many rooms and courtyard.  Number 2 is trying to decide which room in the home to make his bedroom.  He has an iron bed with tall iron bed posts which he has positioned in the middle of the room.  With such fond memories of this space, I am saddened that he has not made it his own yet and hasn’t completely settled in.  He seems to still be living out of boxes.

He then receives a delivery at the door.  It is a brand new brown fire truck along with many other items of value.  The shipping manifest indicates these items are left overs from the previous occupant and he can simply take possession of them.   They are now his to use as he pleases.  Looking through the items, there is a letter which accompanies a Trust with $250,000 dollars in it.  I am a bit saddened that I didn’t choose this space for myself.  I could have been the lucky one to inherit all this wealth.

Our first project we need to undertake is sent to us.  There is only one copy of the instructions.  Given there are not sufficient copies for me to hand out to each team members, I am going to have to convey the instructions as needed.  I open the document and read through the instructions.  There are sections missing and also sections incorrectly ordered.  I seem to be intimately familiar with the instructions even before I read them.  I know exactly what is missing and what is out of order.  It appears only I am qualified to do this job.

My alarm sounds and I get up to pee then returned to bed for a few minutes of precious snooze time.  I immediately return to the dream.  I and my team are getting ready to sit down and have coffee.  I seem to be a bit envious of the good fortune of #2.  I believe with all that money he has been lucky enough to receive he should treat us to coffee.  I’m not even sure #2 realizes the value of what he has inherited.  As I approach the counter,  we walk past the fire truck.  The paint on the truck looks brand new.  It is a milky chocolate color with polished chrome accents.  It is obvious the truck has great value.  We continue on to the pastry shop walking through the courtyard.  I now worry whether they will have the danishes I enjoy eating.  To my surprise, they have the exact cream cheese danishes I love.  We order our food and sit down to eat and discuss the instructions.

The instructions seem to be a manuscript for a movie about life on another planet.  I can see the trailer of the movie playing before our eyes.  The title says, “Come Live on Our Planet.”  I then see a three headed dragon pass before the screen.

As the vision fades, I see one last person approach.  The colors are muted monotone shades of forest green.  He smiles at me as if to confirm, “Communication Received.” I look at his face for a moment to study his expression.  He has a friendly and gentle face.  His hair is thick and a bit messy.  He is young in his mid to upper 20’s.  I sense a deep connection to this man.

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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Susan’s Venus Sperm Trap

September 14, 2018

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.

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.

Out Of Tune But On Key

August 3, 2018

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.

Ready to Ride

August 1, 2019

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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