The Guardian: BaghDaddy TOVR

The Guardian: The birth of Baghdad was a landmark for world civilization.

January 5th, 2019

I had a very bizarre dream last night could be as a result of having a terrible cough.  The dream goes like this: I’m attending a theatrical performance.   A tragic drama.  I’m not so much scared at first because after all it is simply a reenactment.  I can see how the scenes play out and how the props are positioned for the show.  A part of me seems familiar with the story line as if I’ve seen it before but it feels live now.

On a side bar, my neighbor and I applied to be extras in the performance for extra money.  Both of us were selected to be audience participants along with a third friend who I am sitting with.  The theatre is dark so I call out to my neighbor Janell and she responds.  She is sitting in a separate section of the audience.

The performance begins.  It is a story similar to the Wizard of Oz where everyone feared the Wizard.  They show us how the Wizard’s face is illuminated on stage.  The actors are given a drug to induce an altered state of consciousness during the performance.  The drug projects their inner world,  their fears and aspirations, onto the stage for all to see.

Once it begins I am somehow sucked into the drama, yet a part of me is aware I might possibly be in a dream or at least I have asked myself the question.  The drama is so moving I am swept up in it and loose myself in the experience.

I now find myself on stage playing out a scene where I am at home looking out my kitchen window and notice the Venetian blinds are broken.  I suspect my neighbor Evelyn has something to do with it.  I wonder if I am actually at her house because I don’t recall a window in my kitchen.  Considering they are broken, I pull the blinds off the window.  We are now sitting around the kitchen table talking about the performance as if it had passed, yet the effects of the performance are still present.  As I look around the room beyond the boundaries of the kitchen I notice it is not actually a kitchen we are in some kind of barn or circular enclosure something similar to where you might heard horses around a circular track to show them.  I am told we are actually in Baghdad and we need to secure passage back to the US.  I am confused how in the F.. did we get to Baghdad.  I tell them this makes no sense.  They explain the performance took place in Baghdad and that’s how we arrived here.

Someone passes out credit cards with pictures of people on them.  They are credentialed cards which we are told to take them and make them our own.  Again I complain, this makes no sense.  I then ask what am I to do with my dog?  They respond that dogs are not allowed passage to which I say well then I’m not going without him.  The person motions to me to simply ignore the dog.  So I place my dog butters under my shirt as if I were pregnant.   I mutter to myself, “I’m sure they will figure this out.”

Next I’m told that we have to each take a bride.    Escorting a line of young women who look way too young to be brides to me.  Each one is already pregnant.  We are told the children need homes and therefor we are to marry them and secure safe passage back to the US for ourselves and the bride we are trying to help.  This is a humanitarian effort to help the women with children.

I am presented with a young girl with long curly brown hair and golden highlights.  Her hair is messy as the living conditions here are not ideal for proper grooming of a young lady.  I’m told to secure safe passage for her and her child to be.  Again I’m thinking this makes no sense.  If this is a dream why does it look so real to me?  I am curious to see outside the circular barn we are confined in.  Looking across the room I can see between the shutters across the way a sign reads vertically,  “TOVR.”

I think to myself, this is too real I’m getting up.  With that thought I awoke from the dream.

~~~~DREAM ENDS

Extremely bizarre dream because it felt so real.  I remember being in the dream and asking if this is a dream why won’t it end.  When I woke, I didn’t know whether to wright it off as a cough sick mind hallucination or something I should actually journal.  I’m glad I did because it was only after I journaled it that things started to make sense to me.  I’ll reserve some of the interpretation to my private musing but will say it rang true on many levels.  Especially when I searched for an image.  I wanted something circular related to Baghdad.  I simply did a Google search for Baghdad.  Half way down the page I came across this circular image.  From the thumbnail, I couldn’t tell much about the image other than it generally resonated with my dream.  Once I clicked through and saw the article from The Guardian which is something I was asked to be for the bride and child in the dream but amazingly it also was about the birth of baghdad.   Obviously and most likely a play on words Bag Dad.

Another striking ah ha moment was the word TOVR.  I was sure the word was nonsense.  Simply ramblings of the mind but I pulled it up on Wikipedia and found some clues to the riddle.

Tobar or Tovar, a Spanish village ruled by the Tovar family in the Middle-Ages, place of origin of the Tovar surname.  Tobar is located in a valley, surrounded of small hills, the Hormazuela river crosses the village from north to south.

The economy is based on agricultural farmers, mainly cultivating cereals, wheat and barley. The soil has lots of lime, but is very fertile, providing good harvests most years.

Tobar has a continental climate, very cold in winter and very hot in summer. The minimum temperature in winter can get to -10 °C; in summer the temperature can get to 35 or 40 °C, but summer evenings are cold, getting sometimes to 10 C°.

 

Tovar, a fictional character from The Strangerhood
Tovar is the token ethnic minority of the group. He has a very strong and silly accent, and tends to be absent-minded, which leads to problems like leaving the stove on and having it catch on fire. Like Wade, Tovar is not the most intelligent member of the group. He also tends to refer to himself in the third person. He claims he has a twin named Tobar, and that being sexy is a crime in his country. It is revealed in episode 17 that the real Tovar was split into two people during the time travel process, creating one that was “pure evil”, and the other “pure moron” (this being the Tovar shown most in the series). Like Evil Tovar, his final fate is unknown, although the 17th episode suggests that his DNA would be liquified and drunk by Catherine, Dutchmiller and Scientist Sam, who stayed on Strangerhood Lane. All that is known of Evil Tovar is that he was sent to his “original time” which apparently is Wall Street, New York 1929, making it possible he started the Great Depression. Tovar reappears in Season 2, having become a Time God and “helping” keep the timeline safe by lighting things on fire along with the Gnomes. Tovar seals Wade’s new Strangerhood away from time because it will ruin time, but after Wade promises not to create his Strangerhood, Tovar allows everyone to leave.

 

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