DREAM Early 29 February 2012

February 29, 2012


Dreamwalker and I are about to go on an excursion on bicycles (better than cars). We’re checking out our bicycles to make sure they are in working order… [excellent anywhere] These bicycles take us anywhere we’re needed. Everything seems to be in order, but as we are about to begin, we notice blocks in the lane. The lane is otherwise a very beautiful country-side dirt road, with grass and moss and green meadows, and a wooden fence, flowers in bloom, etc.

But these blocks have appeared. They are like chunks of concrete cinder block, broken and painted to be camouflaged to look like the ground. We laugh and pick them up, tossing them aside, or squeezing them, which causes them to explode into many powdery shards. Annoying, but they won’t keep us from our journey.



DREAMS 28 February 2012

February 28, 2012


(Teo’Na tells me that I was in Telos. He’s also reminding me that this “dream” is continuing, now, in another “place” and “time”… And this is why today has seemed so strange, stressed, and long… I need to learn to disconnect from “dreams” when I come back to this “place”…)

Also, the Ghost Radar iPhone app was running as I was writing about the dream, so words typed like [this] come from GR.

I awaken or arise into the dream as a tall, beautiful woman with dark straight long hair [discover bell]. I’m wearing a long straight skirt of a fairly heavy, rough-woven (but soft) fabric, that’s sort of a dark blood-red-iron-ore-burgundy color. My blouse is a finer fabric, same color but more golden, fairly fitted. Over that I wear a sort of ceremonial apron, again heavy reddish fabric [picture percent] that’s fairly long and simple, and completely covered with simple geometric embroideries that are made up of borders of squares, diamonds and triangles of earthy-crystalline colors.

I have just arrived at a house on what appears to be the Mongolian Steppes… It’s a very arid but cold, deserted and isolated location. There are some grasses and gnarly trees around, but the landscape is mostly sandy, rocky desert, and flat.

There is one crevasse near the house, with caves or tunnels that access Inner Earth. I don’t see it in the dream, but I’m aware of it because it’s the place from which I arose.

I have come to this house to serve others, and I explain this to the residents. The energies radiating from the house have been such that my people and I have recognized both a level of awareness that’s conducive to advancement, and an attitude of self-service that obstructs their progress.

This house is large and rectangular, although not so large as to be palatial. It’s constructed of huge square rough-hewn timbers of dark wood. These timbers could not have come from nearby, because they are so straight and thick. It’s a house of some presence and importance.

Between the timbers, the walls are panels of baked mud or stucco, a golden color, and covered with thick tapestries for warmth in the cold, and for ostentation.

It seems I spend some time in various scenes of dreams at the house that I don’t recall because they were not important. [western carefully] I’m told/understand [visitor] that [drove] this is a scene which happened in the western North America, “Out West”, in a time and place not long after the area became desert. The land had not always been arid. This structure was several hundred years old, and when built, had been located deep within a forest. The energy of its inhabitants preserved it (as well as their magic-work) while the rest of the area around the structure turned to desert [thread chosen Greece]. This was one of the first areas that began to be influenced by the “Orion Group”. They had stripped the area by wrathful means. The residents of this place had managed to hold it fast and protect it.

I had been allowed to enter because they had sensed that I was oriented towards service to others, but their distorted perceptions had caused them to see me as a servant rather than a teacher. I was capable of showing them how to transform their powerful defensive energy into positive, expansive energy, without losing the outer things they valued, but they were skeptical.

So, at the point where I begin to remember what the dream looked like, I’m standing in a large dining room with two women, talking near a large wooden dining table. One of them appears older than me (although in the dream I’m actually several hundred years old, and she’s a beautiful young girl in her late teens or early twenties. The younger girl is still quite malleable yet ambitious, and still has a bit of sweet innocence about her. The older woman is very commanding and possessive… Of her power, knowledge, rank and pride. They are dressed in long robes and slacks, and their attire reminds me of the Fire Nation clothing of the characters from the Last Airbender movie: very dark, formal, restricting and severe.

We walk across the room towards a wooden cabinet that the older woman opens, and she begins to show me many ceremonial items… Incense, oils, small statues, [cookies] offerings… [than] preserved sweets… It’s a sort of shrine cabinet. She takes out a particular small scroll of foil, and explains that it was retrieved from the Orions when they attacked. It was a “power scroll” that offered defense and protection from outside energy.

But for it to work, you had to trace its pattern with your own blood. This tagged the scroll (as a transmitter) to your DNA, and made it impossible for you to disappear or “hide” from those on the other end of [engine] the scroll’s transmission. [courage]

The scrolls had been designed by the Sirians for defensive/protection [tin] purposes for their own people. This is why it’s been used in the shells of “space ships”, but the Orions had pirated the technology and used it to control others (with [signal] fear of being watched or punished) [color lying pink activity].


The pink areas are where the blood goes… Any number [imagine] of people’s blood may be added… It only takes a tiny amount.

This “shield” is like a portal, and it transmits and receives energy codes (much like digital data, 0’s and 1’s). They can be accessed according to frequency. The foil is tuned to frequency. So anyone with the special telepathic training and a piece of foil attuned to the same frequency can access energy passing through other [post] pieces of foil tuned to the same frequency. The special telepathic training involves learning discernment, to be able to distinguish the “telepathic signals”, and determine which ones are relevant to the given instance. It’s very similar to how human brains currently learn to decipher and filter visual data received by the eyeballs.

The way this allows control or help of others is by their transmitting [shot] telepathic info back to that target [between]. [We’re] The target is usually a being whose intuitive [west]/telepathic ability is not yet able to distinguish [British giant animal letter perfectly salmon] signals [faster] from one another, or [factory] their sources, [sea] so it’s easy for beings with more advanced [touch chest like] training [poetry] to manipulate this situation to their advantage.

Although this sounds like [fairly] advanced technology [sense] to us, it’s a rather crude adaptation [simplest] by the [car] Orions of a “technology” used in much more subtle ways by Pleiadians, Sirians & Arcturans (and others). [citizen] More advanced beings are able to make similar connections using minerals that occur naturally in others’ environments (such as crystals, or salts in the body). [myself] This is why the development of discernment and intuition are so essential right now. Adca [butter] Mupea [porch follow shoot] connects with Leslee through the iron in her body. This and oils allow Adca to influence energy in Leslee’s area, including the Ghost Radar program. It’s as if Adca’s messages have a particular “QR code” that carries very specific information and verifies the connection.

Back to the dream.

[below] The older woman unrolls the scroll and is instructing me to allow her to prick my body and get blood so she can add it to the scroll.

I sense a threat, and suddenly realize that, in the previous activities of the dream, the woman had managed to [coffee diagram aren’t] lightly hypnotize me to make me more compliant. As I noticed this, I managed to snap myself back out of it [Wilson] and clear my mind. With a quick shake of my head I was able to break her connection, and a loud verbal cry from me (a very wrathful F*** YOU!!!) completely broke the spell.

Seeing her spell broken, she became very angry and began to threaten me with horrible descriptions of what “they” would do to me for refusing to comply.

Then, as if yet another layer of dream/hypnosis was broken through, I had the very clear insight/understanding that these beings were completely powerless over me or anyone else… Their control of us depended entirely on our going into the hypnosis and fear.

It felt as if the energy in the universe shifted at that point, and it felt like taut rubber bands being cut and snapping back to [boy] lash at those who had attached them. [arrange weather change]

The energetic tension in the room broke completely free into a feeling of lightness and spaciousness, and I could feel a sudden burst of freedom reverberate on every level of my being.

The older woman, now afraid, began to curse and threaten me, but I just laughed and reflected her energy back at her.

I began to leave the dream, and it felt like, on another dimension, I was having a discussion with my “team” about whether there was any benefit to my staying there at the time. Our hopes of helping them had backfired, because I had not been alert enough to detect the hypnotism early enough to prevent the servant-master illusory relationship from being established. I felt badly about it, but was also too angry to be able to calm down and restore any harmony. It would be better to leave for now, and come back later when things had calmed down.


DREAMS 27 February 2012

February 27, 2012


Very deep dream; in a place with 3 others: Troy, Jisela & Tauno. It seem as if I am watching someone else’s dream. The dreamer is named Linda, but is also me. It’s very abstract and fuzzy and layered.

Our role is to help others, who are just beginning to awaken. It’s challenging, because we’ve only recently cleared many obstructions ourselves, so it’s sort of like re-experiencing recent memories that are very near and still painful.

There were issues with keeping things straight, sorted, and clean. It was confusing, because we were in the dreams of two people, trying to link the dreams together, and the people were resisting our doing this.

We were in rooms that were much like rooms in a house, but the floors were sloped, so it was difficult to move about. Also, the rooms keep shifting, as well as the objects within them.

The people we were trying to help kept hiding from us, and changing appearances. We were trying to find objects to help them, but they thought we were causing their difficulties.

The “objects” we were trying to help them find were like crystals.

Two of the people we were trying to help are “real-life” clients of mine, and the two of them are close friends with one another.

The crystals were shaped like natural aquamarine points: 6-sided, long slender pieces, slightly yellow but mostly white. (Teo’Na tells me they are aquamarine, more yellow than blue because they were tainted by “bile”, which comes from anger.)

The crystals also kept getting covered with feces, almost as if they were perverse “sweets” with “chocolate” coatings. It seems these people thought this was the thing to do with their gifts: coat them with nastiness and inject them with sarcasm.

When these people finally understand that the “crystals” are gifts, the “crystals” will regain their “pure” appearance.

Our work is quite thankless, because our subjects of interest think we’re harassing them, so we see that we may need to follow them around for some time.

“This work is on-going”, Teo’Na says. “You (Leslee) do less than others to find people who are jumbled-up messes of love and light. Please think about this today and carry the Ghost Radar words with you.”

These are the Ghost Radar words the appeared as I was writing down the dream:

GR 6:07 am – 6:35 am:
universe look directly chamber effort aid entire apart power wheat gentle

“Look for images of recent crop circles to help you understand.”

DREAMS 26 February 2012

February 26, 2012


Walking along a familiar road in Telos, and find myself at a party in a design studio where I work.

Similarly to the dream of trying to organize my house, I set about trying to clean up and organize my work area.

Most of the items around are drafting equipment, books and magazines… But on top of a bookcase behind my desk is a tall confection that looks like a cross between a wedding cake and a radio tower!

It’s a coming-home gift from my co-workers. The bottom-most layers are light fluffy cakes, with dark chocolate on the lowest, lightening up to vanilla. Then on top of that are layers made of pudding or gelatin, getting smaller and denser closer to the top. The top three layers are green, white, and red in sequence, and are translucent. They look as if they would glow under the right circumstances.

There were many people around, and they were all people whom I knew well, so I think they were you, my friends. Eventually we left that place, and were on a road, walking from there to another location, with others… It was as if we were at a festival and traveling from one venue to another… All happy.

We came to a cross-roads, and just past it, there was a fellow who was bent over, huddled down and crying, “I’m so unhappy, and it’s freezing cold…” Somehow, we know it’s a prank… it was quite bizarre.

Then a woman walks out of the trees on the other side of the road, and we recognize her… (I just realized she looked like Glenn Close, or Blossom Goodchild…) She speaks to us and is laughing, and finally we realize she knows the crying man… She laughs, and says he’s acting a good job…

Somehow we arrive at a beach, and it’s winter-time. There is a very tall lifeguard tower there on the beach, with a youthful, handsome, strong lifeguard there. A young woman I used to work with, a beautiful Asian girl, dressed in golden-yellow athletic clothes, eagerly runs up to the lifeguard tower and begs him to let her come up and see the view. He discourages her, because it’s very windy and the tower sways a lot and is not very safe. She manages to convince him to let her come up to visit, and as soon as she gets to the top, she throws herself off the balcony onto the sand far below! When she hits the ground, at first she flops around like a fish out of water, but soon stops moving. It was a very disturbing image for me, to see her there, lifeless and covered with sand… However, I was also aware that she knew she would take another life, and that was why she wanted to end that one. But it was very sad for me to think that she felt that was the best solution she had to her unhappiness.

After the beach, I went back to the office, and packed up my things to leave. We were all going out on our next mission, and would be meeting there again before long.

I have a feeling that I dreamed much more than what I was able to remember… I also slept a LOT on Saturday, during the day! As some of us have already mentioned, it feels a bit like certain things are being withheld until later…

Another thing I’m wondering about is some of the Ghost Radar readings I’ve been getting… There are several recurrent themes, which feel like instructions or explanations.


“Toronto plastic surgery both hands and even one foot – separate fingers and toes”

DREAMS 25 February 2012

February 25, 2012


I dreamed that my son was interacting with one of the leaders at his school; he was not being heard or understood, and we were trying to find an advocate.

There was a mix-up over a vehicle, and the leader’s son was involved and being difficult. He did something unkind to my son, but no one wanted to hear about it.




A: We are in a sort of cave, and he is teaching me a method of shamanism that calls forth energy from rocks and stones/crystals, and allows us to connect with higher dimensions.

We met here only once for this purpose, since we usually worked together with the oceans.

We are both very powerful, and very loving with one another.




6:30am to 8:30am
My son, friend & myself at home, sorting through dusty shelves and cluttered desks, trying to get better organized.

I was finding all sorts of things, like clocks and tiny pieces of lingerie, that seemed long-lost and quite out of place.

It seems I had returned after a long absence, and they had not expected to see me again.

On my bedside table were a series of control panels, that were both “real” and holographic.

Outside, in the tiny front yard of this small brick cottage, my father had planted azaleas, myrtles, a Japanese maple, impatiens and tulips. It seems they were freshly planted, although (in the dream) both my parents had passed away.

Back inside the house, I was trying to figure out how to sort things away. My housemate had taken over my bathroom in my absence, so I couldn’t put my things away without displacing hers. But she was not around.


DREAM 19 February 2012

February 19, 2012


As I was going to bed, I decided to try sleeping in the position Buddha Shakyamuni reclined into when he passed into Nirvana… Lying on right side, right palm under right cheek, left arm along left side (more or less)…

I had Ghost Radar running, and as I felt my consciousness shift towards sleep, I heard it say “fog… shining…”, so I visualized a shimmering fog (kind of like my first view of Chimera)

I arose into a dream taking place in a huge concourse (like an airport). It was so large that my car, which was parked inside on the carpet, looked quite small. My immediate blood family were all there (parents, brothers, nephews and niece), and they all had vehicles parked there too. They also had electronic devices (mobiles, laptops, tablets), all scattered around and hooked up to cables. It was like we had set up camp in the transit station, waiting on our Guides to come take us to our destinations.

We learned that our Guides would take us to our next destinations through the use of a device much like watching a movie in a theater.

My family got excited and rushed off towards the “theaters”, but I wanted to wait on my Guide to come take me there… Also, they had all rushed off, leaving their “equipment” out, so I started putting it away for them.

As I was sorting things away, I took a handbag and put into it the few things I thought I’d need: mobile
phone, a sketchpad, and a binder clip (why?). I got a call from my Mom, asking me to come join them in the theater. I could hear they were in a very loud and noisy place, and I told her that was not the movie I wanted to see…

(Oh wow, I’m sitting here watching Phantom Menace, realizing that the city of Naboo looks much like Telos from my dream!)

Finally my Guide shows up. It’s Stick Energy! Except he’s got straight sandy hair, pale skin, purple Spike Lee glasses, and a Harris Tweed jacket! And a very dry sense of humor… 🙂

As we’re walking to the “theater”, he explains that the next step for me us to “call” my contact in the next dimension, and arrange “accommodations”. This is a person I’ve known in other lives. He’s also an architect, and his name is “Mike” (which I understand indicates “microphone”). I knew him before, from school. We had lost touch with one another, and he had had a successful career while I had been bouncing around in 3D.

So I called “Mike” (Troy Energy), got his secretary. When she transferred me to Mike, there was something wrong with my hearing and understanding of what he was saying. The connection was good, but it was as if I was partially deaf, and his words faded in and out. We were having trouble communicating, and it felt as if he was annoyed with me.

My Guide told me that I needed to ask him if I could come visit and “sleep” with him… (Uh oh… awkward moment!) So I asked, and “Mike” got very evasive. Finally he decided no, explaining that his girlfriend might not understand or appreciate it.

Once we ended the call, my Guide explained that “Mike” thought I was talking about sex, while “sleeping together” really referred to a kind of connecting during sleep.

I sensed that “Mike” and I had some confusion and mis-communication over what it was that we were intending to do together, and that our Guides were trying to help us understand differences between 3D/4D and higher-dimensional relationships. There will always be more opportunities to revisit these lessons. This is not a big deal; we’re learning skills that we didn’t need in the higher dimensions.

So, now that my request for connection had been declined, my Guide and I needed to come up with a Plan B.

He put me on a “van” shuttle bus (he came with me), with a group of 8 others, 4 men & 4 women. We somehow transported to a city that greatly resembled a city on Gaia’s surface.

( I realized when I woke up that this is a city I’ve been to in many dreams before, but previously I’ve always been there alone. I’m told it’s an Inner Earth city…)

We were all there for a festival of some sorts, involving many races and types of beings from many planets and dimensions, “playing dress-up” and acting out roles… Sort of like a Galactic Sci-Fi convention!

We were waiting on another level of transport from this point.

While we were waiting, standing in a low roadway in a shallow valley, I was preoccupied with trying to finish a pair of earrings I was making of wire. They were like antennae or receivers…

Meanwhile, there was discussion among the students and our Guide as to what to expect next, and how our education would proceed.

At some point, a sort of parade began, first with two large beasts coming over the hill and down onto the valley towards us. These creatures looked a lot like prehistoric saber-toothed tigers and/or rhinoceroses, except they appeared to be made of some sort of living speckled stone. Each had a rider, whose flesh was similar. They were sort of pinkish-salmon colored. They strode past us, onto the roadway and passed underhand overpass nearby.

We realized that these creatures were from “my” world, which was different from where the other 8 were from.

Shorty after this, a larger parade began on the high road, crossing the overpass. These creatures were from the worlds of my fellow students. Their flesh looked more like Earth-flesh, in colors that were bright and ranged from green through yellow to orange. They looked quite more like reptilian dinosaurs…

I understood that these creatures were some sort of alter-egos for each of us.

Shortly after this, the “dream” faded into a golden-beige blur/fog, and I found myself briefly alone in a spherical-feeling room filled with and made of golden light. My Guide had disappeared (dissolved into the light), and my body had dissolved, too. Then I shifted into a place of healing that was of the nature of light, but it was not “visible” light. Then I think I drifted back into deep sleep briefly before waking.