Dream 31 March 2013

March 31, 2013

A male friend… About sharing a house with people… Drawers, and a refrigerator with food…chocolate that I gave my friend many months ago, that’s still there. So many bits and pieces, I’m trying to remember… A house across the street… Grandmother Legaré, or someone like her… Boots and a school, finding shoes…

Something about lights in the sky, red lights coming and zooming in, to a building. Really can’t remember much. Whatever has to do with the shoes was another part of the dream, separate. It’s really just like shadows…


Dream 30 March 2013

March 30, 2013


I’m in a communal living situation (or multi-family)… Engaged in conversations, interactions, normal activity. At some point it comes to my attention that in a particular set of rooms there are things that need attention. There’s an infant being neglected. Actually, there are many like this, but I’m being sent/called to help one in particular. I find her amidst the other children and jumbled piles of baby things: cribs, walkers, clothes, blankets, furniture & bathtubs… She’s sort of nestled down into a nook of soft things, dressed in a terrycloth knit onesie with a little ruffled ballerina skirt…

She has the face of a young adult, and skin such a dark brown that she’s almost jet-black. Her hair is very curly, black, and done up in a series of topknots tracing down her central channel. Her huge eyes look very calm, wise and sad, set in her long narrow face. I pick her up and the dream fades.


I’m in the same house that I dreamed about a few weeks ago (?), that appears similar to a house I lived in as a teenager. I’m in a sort of sun room, with large windows, a tiled floor, and a table in the center of the room. No chairs. There’s a monkey sitting on the glass-topped table. He looks like a stuffed-doll monkey, a child’s toy, come to life. He’s animated as an extension of mind of a being in another location. He wants to teach me to bring things to life. I’m wearing thick Tibetan robes, scarlet & yellow.

Lying on the table is a small piece of a “real” animal pelt. It’s brownish-gray, about the size of a small rat or a large hamster, and it’s soft like squirrel or rabbit fur. I pick it up and stroke it… It seems to be joined together in a sort of tube that tapers to a point at the ends. The entire outer surface is furry.

I hold it for a minute, stroking it and sensing its texture. I look at the monkey, he nods, and I slam the fur down onto the table with great force and my open hand. I pick it up again and do this repeatedly, looking at my teacher from time to time. He nods and watches silently.

After I’ve slammed the fur to the table about 6-8 times, I draw my hand away and see the pelt twitch and move. I slam it some more, and when I pause it animates further. I’m aware that the energy of my concentration as well as the energy of the impact are acting together to draw life into this object.

I slam it some more, doing this with my right hand, pause, and I think I notice an eye among the fur. Slam some more, pause, and there are now two eyes with eyeballs and half-closed lids. I slam it some more, pause, and one of the eyes, which is larger and more fully formed, opens and looks at me. The eyes appear more human than rodent-like, and are a deep reddish-amber color.

When the eye looks at me, I think, “This is enough.” I step back and put my right hand out towards this object, hand open and palm facing it. That quells the energy, and the monkey and furry object dissolve.

I leave the sun room and walk into the sitting room, towards the windows. The front door has a large window in it, as well as two clear glass sidelights. Nearby is another window. All of the glass is clear, with frosted patterning of dots and scrolls and flowers. I walk up to the window furthest from the door, and produce a red colored-lead pencil with my right hand. I reach up and begin to write on the glass, and the pencil marks look like grease or frosting: translucent, pale and colorless. On the first window I write



Then I go to the right-hand door sidelight and write [adult sets]



(January 4 is my birthday…) And finally, as I start to write on the sidelight to the left of the door, I pause. I’m aware I’m dreaming and also being connected with my Guides, but I question the date I see… I receive that it is correct, so I write



I’m prompted to add “IKBU” as an afterthought [Southern]. I understand these are messages for me, and the dream fades.

(As a sidenote, NKT-IKBU  is the acronym of the Buddhist tradition I was involved with when I was a nun. I also had a very significant dream on 3/21/2013, which I later realized has connections to another Buddhist group I’m becoming familiar with.)

Ghost Radar words generated while sleeping: [under heavy tight chapter thirty number climb helpful firm husband compound nodded grade teeth view Cade • explore wagon toy • differ friend]

Dream 29 March 2013

March 29, 2013

(golden cord, disoriented awakening, re-purposing city, transport)

I went to sleep about 11, doing the dream yoga of the golden cord, and was awakened by noise around 12:30, very disoriented. I thought it was morning, took me a while to realize where & when I was. Was dreaming, but cannot remember. Went back to sleep, awoke again about 6:30.

Moving through a city, in some sort of transport vehicle using roadways, carrying multiple people. It feels post-apocalyptic, very few people around… We’re looking at & surveying buildings, for re-purposing them. I’m looking and observing, thinking about how the land could better be used in the future, seeing how decisions were made in the past. All for convenience and short-term profit.

I notice one particular wedge-shaped, “flat-iron” building. I see, in my third eye, the house and garden plot that were there originally, and that the lot was intended for. The building is squeezed in, edging out the neighbors and sunlight.

Dream 27 March 2013

March 27, 2013

I’m with a group, or a diagram, of 4? Rectangle, box, screen? Waking, it all slips away, but I recall conversation, instructions, exchange of money or energy? Also, references and interactions during scenes of dreams, like a de-briefing.

Dream 26 March 2013

March 26, 2013

(Abiquor, manifesting physical, house with elevated fence, multiple family connections, parallel lives, no effort wasted)

Backyard looking at house with disappointment, so ordinary… Up high big wooden box. Someone built it.

I recall designing houses and buildings, and feeling frustration over not seeing them arise as built objects.

In my dreamspace, my reality shifts and after a pause, I find myself with an awareness of hovering just above a grassy ground, beneath the canopies of several very large oak trees. I sense I’m in a backyard. I look up into the branches and leaves of the tree to my right, and to my wonder, see wooden planes of a built structure. It appears to hover above the treetop, and as I step back, out from under the tree limbs, I can see it more clearly.

Someone has built one of the very houses I had been working on previously.

I hover for a moment, admiring the materials and craftsmanship, and awed by its scale. It’s much larger than what I had envisioned.

The house proper sits in the ground, a fairly straightforward box with two or three floors and a gabled roof – fairly standard. From the back of the house extends a fence. But this is a pretty unusual fence.

It’s made of logs and slats of wood, alternating in size and type. The big ones look and feel like trunks of medium-sized cedar trees: shaggy thin bark, lots of small limbs evenly spaced and cut off. In between these, smaller trimmed slats, also of pale wood, create spaces between the logs. In between all are slight gaps, and the whole assembly seems to hold together magically. No fasteners, wires, or glue in sight.

This fence forms a huge rectangle, with it’s back corner attached to the house. However, from the house it lifts itself up into the sky at a sharp angle, and a bit skewed. At one of the raised corners, nearest me, rests a post that either supports it or ties it to the ground. It’s hard to know which, because in either case, in this waking world, that post would not function. This post stands taller than the tremendous oak tree nearby. The fence poles are easily as tall as the top of the house’s roof.

At this point my awareness floats at the level of the treetops, and I rise even higher, seeing the entire property the house sits on. It’s a small farm, with fenced pens, gardens and animals. I notice the irregular shape of the boundary fences; the property is wedged in between other farms and a steep hillside, a predominately triangular layout.

I know that the house next door either belongs to me or is where I began this part of the dream. It carries a sense of origin, and also references a deep, vague sadness.

My perception zooms quickly in towards the house with the floating fence, and I find myself somehow inside.

Mother and baby playing in soft hay… She tosses him up high, lying in a loft in the box of the house. Acres, farm…

As I type, I’m not sure whether I’m inside the house, or a space that exists within the fence. Everything blends and overlaps at this point, with scenes and people beginning to merge. There’s a great room, very open and vast, and I don’t recall seeing any furniture. My attention goes to a beautiful young mother with thick wavy blonde hair, bouncing a laughing infant in her lap. They’re nestled in a large structure that looks like a hugely over-sized manger. Tilted wooden planes cradle them, towering beyond them as if they were the size of mice. They’re sitting amidst a big pile of hay or grass. It’s very soft, clean and fresh. the scene exudes comfort and joy. The baby laughs, and I notice his bottom is padded with lichen. It’s unclear whether the lichen is lining his pants like a diaper, or is somehow simply clinging to his behind like clothes.

They both look quite happy and healthy, and as the mother laughs, I notice that her teeth do not extend all the way to the back of her jawbones. It doesn’t look as if they are missing, those are just all she has. (I heard for the first time a night it two ago about a group of beings who’s DNA is coded for 24 teeth, whereas most toothed beings in Earth have 32.) There’s a strong awareness of the fathers presence, although he’s nowhere to be seen at the moment.

Father with tears another lost baby

The scene shifts and blends again. It feels like I’ve moved next door, to the “house of origin”. I’m looking through a series of images, like an aetheric photo album. I’m seeing the story of a family, in particular a father.

Several images show this man at various points in the family’s life. He has thick black curly hair, cut to just above his shoulders. His skin is fair and his eyes are green. His face reminds me a bit of the actor Tom Hanks, but this is clearly a different person.

It’s a poignant story I’m seeing: sequences of him dealing with emotions over a series of babies lost at birth. Great sadness, too much sorrow for one being to bear. Feelings of helplessness and loss, mixed with deep love for his partner.

I understand that this man is somehow connected to the woman and baby in the previous scene, but from different lifetimes than I’m seeing here. I also understand that I am closely connected to them all as well, and this connection also extends to my son in this present life.

School with 3rd years learning to hit ball? Thinking of older kids, how skillful they’ve become

After viewing these images, I find myself back “outside”, on a playground or athletic field. I’m watching a small group of children in their third year of school, leaning to swing a bat and hit a ball. The bat looks a bit like a very long cricket bat, and has carved markings that remind me if Maori tattoos. I’m smiling fondly to watch them, and see their delight when they manage to hit the ball. There are about four teachers and maybe a dozen students.

An awareness of a similar previous scene accompanies my watching this one, and I see myself noting silently how young this class seems compared to the one I worked with last. At the same time, I reflect on how much that previous class grew and developed, and I know this young class will accomplish this also. It seems I’ve been involved with these classes or this school for quite some time; I reflect on many classes I’ve known.

Hug from Teacher? Pat on back, talking about that extra weight that won’t go away.

I recall another scene from this sequence, although I’m not sure how it fits in. It feels like it takes place “backstage” of these other experiences, underlying them all. There’s an awareness that unifies and threads through each one, and others unremembered.

I see myself (“Leslee”) standing beside a much-loved teacher, who gives me a warm hug. This being pats me on the back, and smiles, knowing that has drawn my attention to my body in this life. I’m told not to worry about the extra weight on my back. It will fall away once certain things are cleared and resolved; not to worry.

Job is to design; other lives enact

When I awoke, I asked about these dreams, particularly the one about the large house and family images. I’m shown that it’s most beneficial that I continue doing what I’m doing, and trust that my intentions and actions here produce results that are felt elsewhere. This holds for all of us, that our thoughts, words and actions ripple throughout the universe, forming and informing things we may not perceive just yet.

I’m also told: “Nothing is wasted, remember your other selves and take comfort.”

Inspired by reading about Tulpa, dream yoga, Sambogakaya

Meditate going to sleep, golden cord from pineal to throat…

I tried this practice again. And dissolved somewhere during this concentration.

Add GR words

Bed at 12:30, alarm at 6 then 7, dream between 6 & 7. I think I’m seeing a pattern of having meaningful drams during this second phase of sleep. For me, getting 7 hours of sleep is optimal, in that it seems the subsequent sleep has a purpose other than obtaining rest for the body. Last night I got less than this, but I’ve also noticed significant shifts lately in my need for and hours of sleep. I spent last week fighting this, trying to nudge myself back I to a pattern I going to bed earlier and sleeping more, but my body simply wouldn’t comply. It wasn’t as if my mind was racing, there just seemed to be energy flowing through my body that kept it awake. The only unpleasant part was my expectation that it go differently.

Walking outside to go to work, snowflakes falling…

Don’t have to be IN Abiquor for it to manifest.

Dream 24 March 2013

March 24, 2013

(underground fountain place, gray monitor dream interface)

Ending a dream of being in a familiar dream place, the one with fountains, etc… Talking with someone… Leaving the dream, I go through an interface that’s represented by a computer monitor or flat-screen TV, with desktop icons… There are an assortment of icons, but all the dream portals look like little gray screens with the bottom right corner curled up, and with some sort of yellow slash.

Dream 23 March 2013

March 23, 2013

(cherry trees with labels, snow)

I’m climbing trees that resemble cherry trees… There’s very deep snow, up to the branches. Each tree has a large label applied to the trunk just where the limbs branch off… The labels are red, with hand-lettered numbers in white paint. “Things are done by hand, and for the self now”.

There was more to this dream, but I can’t remember it now.

Ghost Radar while sleeping: [sad quick dropped live everywhere model hide concerned block step power triangle amount chapter magnet Sally Jimmy then joined turn I’ll yet herself satisfied shelter weren’t return soon eight beyond rose climate engineer safety]

Dream 21 March 2013

March 21, 2013

(underground city, water festival, Italians, sleeping man, women in white)

I arise into the dream of a place that appears to be an underground city. Before the surroundings fully develop, I understand some interactions will take place. I meet two female friends, and we begin walking side by side. Although I’ve just met them recently, I know they’re very good friends. Somehow I know that one of them has a very wealthy husband.

There’s a Water Festival that will begin soon in the city that’s manifesting around us. The three of us are talking about a test that is being conducted before the Water Festival starts. It’s a test of scenarios, to see how beings react to different unfamiliar situations. The test involves sending people into a variety of settings, to see what circumstances they manifest for themselves, how they react to them, and how long it takes them to recognize they are illusory.

At some point the two women disappear, and when they return they’re dressed completely in white dresses. Not robes, these are dresses with distinct waistbands. One has a long skirt, the other had a short, very full skirt. We are all barefoot.

The city begins to appear more clearly. It feels somewhat like older cities I’ve known in the Southeastern US: Mobile, Savannah, Charleston, New Orleans… The buildings are 2-3 stories tall and made of pale gray, almost white, stone. The stone seems worn and often covered with moss and lichen. The streets are cobbled with this same stone, and they slope gently throughout town. Many of the intersections include large fountains with basins and statues, and green parks appear often, too. There are some flowers around, but greenery is most predominant – grass, herbs, shrubs and trees.

We walk through a residential district. Rows of attached stone houses with small garden yards line the cobbled streets. Stone walls with wrought iron or cast iron fences enclose the yards. Many of the gardens have fountains, since water features strongly in this place dotted with springs.

I’m aware this place hosts Water Festivals frequently, and guests often come from faraway places to visit. Now the Festival is about to begin.

At the top of one hill, above a row of beautiful homes, there is a large fountain in a square. I find myself suddenly in the midst of a throng of Italian tourists surrounding this particular fountain. They are giddy with delight, perhaps even intoxicated, but their enthusiasm is very sweet and pure. They talk loudly and animatedly, in great anticipation of something that’s about to happen.

I draw near the fountain basin, and peer inside. The water is crystal clear and I’m aware that it’s abundant with minerals. The rocks inside the basin are covered with a variety of algae-like plants, mostly green. My consciousness feels drawn into the water, and I zoom in on a remarkable patch of algae. It reminds me of the sulfur-colored algae in the springs at Pagosa, but this patch is pure white, quite translucent. From this patch sprout a few tendril-like filaments, with tiny golden globes attached to their ends, like moss blooms.

I turn my attention back to the party crowd, and notice they’ve spread out, meandering playfully along the street among the houses. They’re singing and calling out to one another cheerfully.

The houses are very open, and since there is no glass in the windows, most have sheer curtains billowing in the gentle breeze. I realize it’s very early in the morning, and the festival-goers might awaken the residents, so I begin going along the street, gathering them back together and telling them it’s time to begin to quiet down.

I pass one particular house, and through the sheer curtain I see a very tall man with longish curly gray hair pulled back in a ponytail, lying on a large white canopy bed draped with more sheers. He appears to be asleep. He’s dressed in white, and I particularly notice he has a prominent hooked nose. I think, for some reason, he might be Dutch. He’s deeply asleep, and almost appears dead. I realize he’s part of the group from Italy, and that if I don’t awaken him he’ll have trouble finding his group. I reach out to touch his right shoulder to shake him awake, and the dream fades.

Dream 20 March 2013

March 20, 2013

(odd yard, McDonald’s, son’s sketchbook robots) (parent’s house, room redecorated, stars & planets)


Subdivision, tourists, map & there too. (?)

Busch Gardens – tour Spanish stucco, tile roof… McDonald’s tucked into neighborhood, bad service, change mangement… Improve landscaping to help?

Green tubing for a yard instead of real grass (looks like a huge condom)… Ex-husband, son’s sketchbook in suitcase… several drawings & versions of robots, hips with white circles…

Ghost Radar words while sleeping: [Illinois pupil slightly turn Jones seems sides fireplace bush trace list lay beneath plain raw breathing remove foreign stranger clearly making John quiet rubber sometime suggest blanket effect Lee number instant compare thee slip anywhere path upper dream Mike tropical shirt wave pipe wheel shade wash paid forget]


I’ma t the house I lived in while in high school, thinking that my parents own both this one and the one they currently live in, so there is plenty of room for me to stay here for a while. .. I’m sorting through clothes with my Mom, it’s hard to remember what’s mine & what’s hers? I go into my old room, it’s been redecorated with flannel curtains and bedspread. They have dark blue sky, with stars and planets, as if for a young boy… There’s a stuffed toy Bassett hound on the bed…

Dream 19 March 2013

March 19, 2013

Towers,  bridges, huge blocks of red stone. I’m jumping from block to block, like an ant on a brick.