Dream 23 April 2013

April 23, 2013

(I had this dream after receiving these instructions on dreaming, the previous night as I got ready for bed.)

I fell asleep trying to recall the steps, and before I could envision the golden cord. Perhaps holding it as an intention was enough. Also, I was immersed in the step about choosing a priority, focus.

I remember having a dream that was quite extensive, yet there’s a very clear point at whih I begin recalling it. In other words, some I cannot remember at all, and some I remember very clearly.

My main request had been to learn/see something that would help me understand very clearly our relationship to guides, and how this world appears to us… the nature of the Illusion… Understansing how the Illusion is produced and sustained, and how it relates to other dimensions.


I’m in a family home, appearing as a son. I’m in a dining room, sitting at a dining table. There’s a father figure, like Peter Falk playing Columbo: swarthy, dark, sturdy physique with black curly cropped hair. (Think of who he reminds you of.) A fine cutwork tablecloth covers the oval table, like a map. As the son, I sit at the table, as the father enters the room.

The mother leaves the room. She’s been rebelling, complaining, blaming the husband/father. The scene shifts, the son is now reading a letter from the father to the mother. It’s like a ransom letter, words all dark gold color (but not metallic) on cream-colored paper. Western-style lettering in a blocky font, very strong and masculine… Random letter sizes and spacing… Intentionally chaotic and rambling.

The letter explains to the wife: You have your side of the story, and you’re always telling it. now it’ my turn; here’s my side of the story. There’s so much we’ve both done. You’ve accused me of so many things. Some I’ve done, some not. And there are things I’ve done that you are oblivious to…

It’s not a love letter or a goodbye letter… Its more like a review at the end of a sequence of activity. a summary, an epilogue. It’s written for everyone to read, the entire family.

As my awareness looks at the letter, the father walks towards the “living room”… The room transforms from a formal sitting room into a small cabaret… The stage clears. A movie screen appears and a film begins to flicker. The father strikes up the band and a mirror ball starts to turn, sending flashes of sparkling light around the room. The father gestures to the band leader to begin, and starts singing “Julia”, over and over again… It’s somewhat like the Beatles’ song, but more like a march or a reel: louder and boisterous.

The film begins, and I’m drawn into it.

There are no scene transitions, just a morphing flow of images blending into one another. I remember seeing a white lab mouse running on a swiftly flowing surface of water… the water transforms into glass, and then ice… It tilits from horizontal to vertical, and I’m atching the mouse run from underneath it. The scene changes continually: all of world’s creation on all scales, with no breaks. Just a continuum , like Scott Draves’ fractal transitions artwork…

I’m amazed, enthralled, completely immersed in it at time, drawn in, and at times I’m aware it’s a movie.

I think, What magic, what incredible editing! Like an OKGo video… what a monumental feat of art direction, direction, scripting… tremendous coordination and cooperation required for something like this to be produced! It transitions so smoothly, just like a dream! And it was  like a dream, at least one of mine, in how it flowed.

From this observation, immersed in the movie, I awoke.

End of dream.



Dream 3 April 2012

May 28, 2012

Please pray for Vee – Kim passed last Friday and I think this dream was about her….

I dreamed I was having tea with STC friends… Took a bite of a boiled egg, felt it flinch. Looked inside: there was a live baby chick, that had somehow survived cooking!!!

It emerged from the shell, bewildered. As we watched, it transformed into a playful calico kitten. I knelt to pet it, and a boxer pup rushed up and licked my face…

The kitten them transformed into a young African-American woman, in her late teens. Fully formed and clothed, with a soft brown Afro, held back by a ribbon at her ears. Her clothes were tan. Her skin was very damp and pale and puffy, just like a newborn’s! She was quite bewildered and frightened and sad, but told us that her name was Alugia.

We took her to a bed in a large, bright, high-ceilinged room with huge windows, that she would share with Lisa’s daughters, who were of course dressed as ballerinas…
Alugia went to bed, and we went back outside, and continued making plans. We were in a city of Inner Earth. The buildings were of a reddish-gold stone, with dome-shaped roofs of red, green or gold tile.

We were planning the new world, I think…

I went back to check on Alugia… She was now sitting up in the bed, and looked much better. She was now in dark blue jeans and a white t-shirt.

She was still quite confused and sad, but her skin had dried out some, so she was darker, and incredibly beautiful and graceful. (Corinthia, she looked a lot like your daughter Fabunmi!) beautiful huge eyes…

That’s about all I remember, other than that the place was very light and roomy and cheerful and happy.

I think Kim has joined us in our Astral Space, Vee!
Much love and light to you all!

DREAM 27 April 2012

April 29, 2012

DREAM ~ 27 APRIL 2012

Dream: Road trip with friends and co-workers… We stop for dinner at a strip of  shops. We go to a pizza place that’s very lively, with good energy. I need to help part of architects’  team with setting up and/or correcting some diagrams, structures, or sequences. There are hieroglyphic chalk/cave drawings of figures, standing in columns with vertical lines between the columns… Something needed my expertise.

I went to my car to get my keys, so that my blind male companion may take the car & our things on home,  while I stay. I need a proper set of – or at least some –  clothes, as well as my pendulum or some other object…

I go back into the restaurant, and experience some confusion… I get there & the gathering turns into huge pizza party, much like the party from my dream of April 20. I arrive late, and feel uncertain, unconfident… I’m trying to find the people I know best, and I kind of wish I could continue my trip home with my friends…

DREAM 26 April 2012

April 29, 2012

DREAM ~ 26 APRIL 2012

Dream: Many fragments in sequence: sewing cut jeans… taking a bike ride to Telos… Aunt Kate’s back yard and fig tree, flower garden…

Finally, I’m sitting in full lecture or meeting in a space like an auditorium. An acquaintance comes into the hall and wants to sit beside me. He squeezes in between myself and another person, and produces his tumbled stone collection. He somehow manifests a small table with stones the stones upon it, and shows me a quite large rectangular iridescent, glowing rock that was like nothing I’d ever seen.

He hands me the stone to examine… I can barely hold it in my hand, and it’s a mass with a formation much like a mass of Fluorite (tiny boxes stacked and aligned with each other), but it’s surface coloring is more like Azurite, but with a rainbow of colors laid over the primarily dark blue, powdery-looking background. I understand that it’s a very powerful stone for transformation.

The dream shifts, and I find myself at a small house in a contemporary rural village. I’m sitting on the porch, and I notice a tiny girl on a tricycle in the street. A big white car, driven by a drunken old man almost runs over her… The bumper of the car brushes her hair. No one is around to see this happen but me. I run into the street and carry the little girl to her yard, and knock on the door. Her grandmother answers the door, also drunk and oblivious to what has happened. the baby’s mother comes running and screaming to the front door, yelling at the grandmother that she won’t babysit any more…

The young mother is angry, and knows the police will be there soon to investigate. She wants me to say certain words so that they will not get in trouble for neglecting the child… I grab her wrist, very angry, and scold her that there was one watching the baby…

I return to my house, and walk into the carport where a male friend is sitting. I join him under the carport, helping him sort what look like red I Ching yarrow stalks. He agrees with my view of what happened, but with our peaceful quiet way together, there is no need for many words…

The dream shifts again, and I’m with my father back at Aunt Kate’s picnic table sorting through things. He turns to me and says, “Thank you for loving me”.

DREAM 23 April 2012

April 29, 2012

DREAM ~ 23 APRIL 2012

I’m told this dream is a premonition of how people will be protected from upheaval in Gaia’s outer crust.

I appear into the dream to find myself in a “future” earth-surface city… I believe it’s New Orleans. Everyone has been evacuated/relocated, and I am “walking” the streets and checking to make sure no one was left behind.

It’s a very poignant experience, because apparently the city was in the midst of preparing for a festival… Perhaps Mardi Gras, perhaps not… There are decorations everywhere…

I find myself in a fashion/arts & crafts district, and am touched by all the energy I feel that’s been left by artists whose work is still on display. In particular, I come upon the boutique of a fashion designer, with windows full of exuberant, creative, colorful, playful dresses and costumes. The joy of the pieces makes me smile, and I hope that the artist is at peace with having to leave her work behind.

I continue down to street to a city park, which has a school nearby… The park has many decorations also, and parts of parade floats sitting here and there. Under a carved stone archway I meet a small boy, who’s playing with a wagon made like a small train, pulling cars. I ask him if all is clear in his area, and he says yes.

We turn and look around one last time, and the dream fades.

DREAM 21 April 2012

April 29, 2012

DREAM ~ 21 APRIL 2012

I’m standing in a field waiting to see an aircraft (as instructed last week)… I’m hearing someone tell me telepathically that it’s a new black ops bomber, and I’ve appeared there in order to witness its test flight and report back… Apparently I cannot be seen.
As I stand there, a large gray ship appears, hovering over the field in front of me. I’m somehow able to move around it and see it from different angles, as if in a movie or a 3D animation. It is wedge-shaped and triangular, but is also bent like an ‘L’, with one leg horizontal and one leg vertical. As I watch, it transforms… It doesn’t morph, it transforms like a Transformer: parts shift and re-configure… It changes from triangular to rhomboid, and then parts start to flip and rotate… It’s silent, and transforms while hovering, stationary.
What fascinates me is that while at first the image had a sort of fuzzy dream-like quality to it, the longer I watched the ship the more crisp and precise the image became, and it seemed hauntingly real…
I kept expecting to see it shoot away and begin dropping bombs, but apparently it was a prototype. The test was a success, the ship is almost ready.
This dream had a quite ominous feel to it.
(I went to see The Hunger Games today, and these two dreams almost seem like premonitions of the movie…)

DREAM 20 April 2012

April 29, 2012

DREAM ~ 20 APRIL 2012

I find myself in one wing in the midst of a HUGE rambling mansion… I’m in a suite where a party is being given, a sort of reunion. I see friends from many aspects of my life there, all coming together. It’s a bit of a mess, with some people cooking hors d’ouevres, someone spilling shoe polish on a carpet, and a lot of chaos in general.
I want to go find a quiet spot (either my own quarters, or a toilet or closet…?), so I begin to wander around.
I find myself going down a few steps into a wonderful study/library… Then I see the back of a man with shoulder-length salt-pepper gray hair, in a smoking jacket, leaving the room from the opposite side… He doesn’t see me, but I recognize him, and gasp to myself, “Oh no, I’m not back HERE again!!!”, and I panic, look for a place to hide quickly before he sees me. It’s as if I’ve trespassed into private quarters and would get into big trouble if he found me there.
As I turn to leave, I run into a woman who seems to be the head housekeeper or manager. She laughs and tells me to relax, because now I BELONG there… My fear was from an earlier dream, when I didnt know anyone and was afraid… Dream fades.

DREAM 14 April 2012

April 29, 2012

DREAM ~ 14 APRIL 2012

Here’s my dream from this morning:
14 April 2012
I’m in a blouse and long skirt on a sunny spring day. I’m walking around a small circular pond or pool… As I reach the far side, two things happen. First, I notice there is some sort of ripple in space, that runs through the middle of the pond… It’s like a huge two-way mirror that extends all the way across the pond and into the sky.
Second, I find, floating at the edge of the pond, in the grasses and reeds, a large saucer-shaped metal disk. It’s like a very shallow, thin bowl floating on the water. The metal is a dull grayish-silver. There are clumps of moss and grass and vines laid on the saucer, as if to represent continents on a planet.
I know that I’m supposed to step onto the saucer/raft and sit down, and allow it to drift about in the pond… As I step into the dish, it rocks a little in the water, and I notice, across the pond, on the other side of the transparent mirror, another woman who looks a bit like me, in a dress, on another “disk”, which is also slightly different…
At the same time, I hear a conversation between two disembodied voices, whom I understand to be Tulya Crew members, who are working on my respiratory system.
It’s as if I’m dreaming while on an operating table.
They are inserting a small round pillow-shaped capsule with a valve, that’s filled with crystals/tablets for controlled release… They’re also discussing 23-strand DNA, and that this DNA has it’s own Central Channel…
The 23 strands are like wires in a cable – connecting etherically to make more dimensions and universes and worlds and timelines accessible. I believe the voices were Umbro and Sasha…

DREAM 4 April 2012

April 29, 2012

DREAM ~ 4 APRIL 2012

Hi, Everyone, this seems to be the best place to post my dream from April 4, the first night I really got some sleep in the hospital…

There’s a cool synchronicity here with the dream I remembered from my dream from the first night I was in the hospital…

It began with my being half-aware that two people were working on my left fore-arm… The skin and flesh were open, and they were clearing and filling tiny clear channels that looked like glass pipettes like a chemist would use… They were being cleaned and the filled with more pure substances. I could hear voices around me, and it felt as if I was on one of the ships… The doctors were wearing white, and the colors gold orange & red (very earthy) were present, almost like auras around the part if my body they were working on…

That part if the dream faded, and i became aware that I was in a large house… I think it was an older house, two stories or more, wood siding, maybe Victorian style? But more minimalist. There were many people there, as if it was a party or celebration of a special occasion… It was all friends: you all, plus many more! It was a very diverse group of people, from all cultures and backgrounds and age groups, and it was very colorful!

I was aware that my purpose for being there was for healing and learning, but it was one big, gentle healing/learning party!

There were several kitchens, and SEVERAL large, very well-equipped refrigerators and freezers, all filled with gloriously delicious-looking food… I think Stick and I were trying to make some queso dip… We had found the cheese and peppers, and were looking for some tomato salsa to add…

Down in the basement, there were racks of festive clothing, and many people were there, laughing and playing dress-up, as if getting ready to go to Carnivale…

DREAM 1 April 2012

April 29, 2012

DREAM ~ 1 APRIL 2012

I’m in a place with Babajij, although we are both in different bodies. We are quite young, and his hair is quite short and his face more narrow than now…

He’s teaching me to climb walls. We’re climbing out of something that I can’t really see clearly, but I understand that it us a compartment or room, small & tight, like a crib or a coffin or a rejuvenation chamber… Teo’Na and Umbro are telling me that it’s Tulya, in her compact “golden clog” form.

(Teo’Na Wants me to share here, that they – the Tulya crew – refer to themselves as “Luminu”…)

Anyway, Babajij and I climb out, and begin scaling/climbing a wall. it’s very tall, I cannot see the top, and it’s made out of what looks like concrete block that’s been painted a very wonderful lilac-periwinkle color. It’s very opaque, but not very dense… Like pumice. It’s an artificial wall, not a natural cliff.

At first, it’s very easy to scale, with many footholds and notches. It’s also very long, stretching as far as I can see. We climb up probably a hundred feet or so, and at that point we’re at the top of the wall for the most part. But there’s nothing on the other side, just space. Where we are standing, there’s another part of the wall, that continues up. Our goal is, not to get to what’s on the other side, but to continue climbing. This part of the wall is narrower, and it’s also smoother. So the only way to climb it seems to be with magic!

No problem for Babajij… He climbs up ahead, gets to a notch, and reaches down to give me a hand up, smiling and encouraging. As I take his hand and start climbing again, I drop or knock an object off of the wall… I think it’s a phone or camera that belongs to one of us. I’m concerned, as I watch it tumble down, but he smiles and says, “We don’t need that anymore”. We continue climbing. It’s not impossible to do, you just have to keep going. I still cannot see the top, but that’s our destination. Then that part of the dream fades.