Nightmare. People are after me, trying to stab me. They are pretending to be police.
I’m working as an intern in Washington, D.C. I have to deliver these bricks to Post Offices. Instead, I erect the bricks myself at the post office sites. I build a monument, then a small tunnel that turns into a full-sized theater.
I’m on the main avenue in a large city. It feels like New York City, uptown. Wife CM is with me and son DM is lagging behind. I want to wait for him. It seems I am a guest at a Starseed convention.
Starseeds are people who believe they come from non-human civilization and incarnate on Earth to help with the transition to higher levels of enlightenment.
2 May, 2020.
Very clear image of seeing a patch of ground; lumpy with little vegetation. This looked to be a real image, possibly from an OOB vantage point. Had one like this years ago and it turned out to be the first part of a deja vu.
Sleepless interlude about 4:30 AM and I meditated and got the following:
Make a portable mobile that can hang from the ceiling in the shape of a pyramid for people to meditate in. Align the King’s Chamber with the pineal gland.
I’m helping someone, a woman, perhaps my daughter, to move into a new apartment. There seems to be cheer all around. Some Mexican young men volunteer to help with the move. As we get settled and the move-in is almost done I discover that the Mexican men were really thieves and they left pillow cases filled with loot around the place. I discover one such pillow case under my own pillow and tell the young woman.
Meditate using sound as the focal point to still the mind. In this case the fan in my bedroom blocks out other noises. By focusing on the sound and breathing it sets aside the ego mind and allows images, experience to enter.
I’m taking a tour of a brothel. They want me to sleep in a bed that’s been used and contaminated with after-sex disgusting things. I want to get out of there. I’m angry that I have to fix broken down equipment, like a long, bowed rib of metal that I have to repair a set of bolts. There are spiders all over.
I’m metal detecting. Next I’m in an office with Trump’s computers. A database is displayed on the screen. Trump hits a “Hide” button and feels safe that he has gotten away with something. I guess he doesn’t realize you can hide things but that doesn’t make them go away. Anybody could trace the computer files.
I see a house being constructed. It has a very substantial foundation that seems to be made of granite. The walls are very thick, like over 3-feet across.
I’m walking in a park where some business meeting in an outdoor setting. I find a bag full of sweets and donuts. I don’t take any, but I want to. I find another bag, but don’t get a chance to grab anything. Eventually the bags of donuts in different places disappear.
Dreamed of building a hand-made antenna, wrapping wire around a wooden frame of sticks each about 18-inches long. Made two of them. They are a little flimsy but seem to work well. Woke up thinking this may be a sign of better communicating.
Midnight wrestling with an angel.
Recently a minister used the word elitist in responding to my questions.
I felt he might be on to something.
I couldn’t sleep until I had composed in my mind a response to him.
This is what I wrote:
Last year I found an Our Lady Untier of Knots medal on the church grounds.
Twice in the recent past, in response to my questions, I heard the word “elitist” used.
Coming from a humble background, it never occurred to me the word might apply.
But, Alas . . .
I realize it takes courage to call out someone’s errors in thinking.
Wondering – maybe I should wear that medallion around my neck until my attitude improves, Ha, ha!
If that happens, it would be a blessing for me, and by a ripple effect the broader community.
In which case I would owe you a big “Thank You.”
File under: Prayer Request.
I’m inside a shop that is about to open. In one corner is an area of dirt as if there is excavation going on. I see half buried there large chunks of the rosemary wood that I use to make crystal wands. It’s like they are being mined like some kind of precious ore.
I am working with the shop owner to reserve a space for my works, including the wands.
I see water running down the curb from lawn sprinklers.
I feel that I could use the many granite rocks found in my area to block the flow.
I see much larger granite rocks and I seem to be delivering them to a group that needs them. In waking up I feel the granite could be polished and sold on line.
I hear/sense someone describing an award that I am to receive for my driving in the mountains.
My guess here that this is some kind of thank you for trying to elevate myself, go to a higher place.
I’m working for a business, a food service or fast-food of some kind.
I’m busy; I even wash the floors. The customers and fellow workers are difficult to deal with. I have to prepare a bunch of rolls. Someone shows me how to pop it in the oven and when it comes out to pour syrup over it. (Dietary advice.) Next, I’m down below the restaurant. The foundation is on some old timbers with mold and moss on the limbs. I scrape some of it off.
I’m talking with Fr. T from my church. He’s urging me to make certain steps, but there is glass on the floor. I wake up thinking he doesn’t always know what’s best for me.
I see a young, voluptuous woman in a blue denim jumpsuit. There is no top, so in moving sometimes her boobs are showing.
Somnambulent state: I get the idea to make spiritual flash cards.
1. Better to light a candle than to curse the darkness: Be the light.
- As a good teacher you don’t come into first grade and scold the students because they can’t read. Instead, you start with the A, B, Cs.
3. You cannot fulfill your mission to uplift mankind while at the same time calling them a bunch of idiots.
I’m at a table in a business meeting with about 6 to 8 people. I leave for a second and place some of my papers on a bench in the hallway, knowing no one will take them. Back in the meeting, I feel it’s like a job interview and I will go on to the next step with a woman to my left. As she is talking a song is playing with the title and word of “I rise!” As she gets up during this song I make a joke about her actions matching the song. It feels like we are moving forward for me to get the job, and my papers include my resume.
A clear voice is speaking to me. I don’t know exactly what was said.
I’m in church. They are performing a ceremony to honor women who are dressed in white robes. I sneak out because I have to go to the bathroom. The bathroom has several stalls but one is very new and modern.
I’m lounging on a patio with an old business partner of mine (M.A.F), and we are talking about old times. There are several other old friends there who say hello too. I tell her “The last I heard you moved to Oregon.” She says that she then moved back to Los Gatos, California. We are talking about life and metaphysics and I tell her “Salvation comes from within you.” She says “No.” I reply, “Well, more correctly, it comes from the God within you.” She says “Yes.”
I see a middle-aged Asian lady in profile view. She leans her head back onto a wall. Her hair is slightly graying. She turns into a blonde woman who wants me to help her in a caper to steal some diamonds. I refuse.
I seem to be some kind of maintenance man in an apartment complex. Three guys are moving in to an empty unit. One gives me a friendly hello. I am inspecting wires around the door that go to the refrigerator. One of the guys gets into an argument with me and I insult him. We spend a lot of time discussing it and I ask him “What would it take to resolve this?” He’s pretty reluctant to let the matter go.
He’s reclining lazily on a couch or something. As I wake up I see I am in the same sleep position as he was, making me think the stubborn guy is myself.
Nightmare. The police are after me. They are shooting at me. I can see the flash from their guns. They are to the west, but I am leaning against some pillows that are propped up by an iron gate, so I feel protected. But now, the gunfire is coming from the north as well, I run to escape. I wake up – the pillow are from my bed. I watched a crime show last night.
I’m making one of my wood and crystal wands (hobby) and I lose one of the stones.
I look for it. It seems it dissolved in water somehow.
I’m giving a lecture to people on the front lawn of D.H.’s house (a web content fellow I am working with). Someone helping with the presentation, J.S., another friend, has been drinking and something goes wrong, so the audience is out of step with the talk. He seems drunk or confused. I want to get out of there before D.H., the web guy, sees me. I gather up my papers, but there is a mess, a confusion about what is mine and what is his, and some papers are strewn across the sidewalk. I want to clean them up. But D sees me and talks. He knows the talk went badly, but I feel OK about it.
I’m looking over a map, finding locations for some kind of meeting. Several locations stand out in black squares. (Mapping out my plans?)
I’m sitting in front of a powerful man. He wants me to drink a pulpy mixture that is much like orange juice but I know it is mostly glue and paper made from the paper stems of lollipops soaked in water. I drink a little but then refuse. He threatens me, but I make a joke of it.
I’m at the top of a ladder on the side of a very tall, narrow building.
I feel I am precariously perched up there, so I hold onto the handles at the top of the ladder. The top of it ends with two (upside down) U-shaped handles. One of the handles is loose and wiggly. It breaks off and I drop it, down to the ocean below the building. As it falls I see it’s a pair of my reading glasses.
Not two small children are coming up the ladder behind me. I seem to be holding the door open for them to enter the upper room. In the upper room ad several adults. They seem to be leaders. The two girls enter the door which leads from the ladder to another steep staircase. Adults are walking up the stairs too, pretty much ignoring the girls. One child gets stepped on and falls backwards.
The second child finally gets the attention of one of the adults. They are talking about communicating in different ways. He is eating from a plate with a half consumed tortilla on it. There is a pool of oil and a glob of salsa near the small amount of tortilla that is left on the plate.
He says the communication is like the tortilla mixing with the condiments. The girl responds by taking the tortilla and thoroughly mixing it, back and forth, onto the oil and the salsa, as if to exaggerate the need for more involvement with the adults.
I wake up thinking this refers to the star children trying to waken the adults to their presence.
There’s a robbery of some kind and the police arrest a bunch of people. A Mexican gang is rounded up and somehow I’m swept up with them. A group of us are in prison now and I befriend one of the gang leaders, a small man in his late 40’s. I ask him if he didn’t have friends, even in the gang. He said there were only a few who were real friend.
Behind the cells there is a long tunnel where the inmates are allowed to keep personal possessions if they keep the area clean. The man has a son and I buy the boy a toy train and place it behind the cell of the gang leader. He’s happy I got the toy for his boy. I had to be careful to keep his spot in the tunnel immaculate. During the course of placing the toy there I had to remove some white rocks and small tacks.
In another part of the jail I’m telling a different inmate about removing the rocks and tacks, but I realize he’s trying to pick my brain for something he can use against me, so I break off the conversation.
I’m in a big hotel with a business campus. There are small groups and couples roaming around the grounds. People are giving and receiving gifts; mostly food items, small favors, movie recommendations. It seems random, but somehow everybody get what they need in this mix-and-match system.
Background: The day before I decided to send one of my art creations, a crystal wand, to my sister with instructions to feel free to re-gift it to one of her artistic children.
I see houses on a hill. I zoom into one home. On the side is a service box for electricity. It seems the connections are important. The wires connect some kind of network.
I’m in an office building where I used to work. One of my business friends, M.A.F, is there and want me to man the switchboard. I don’t know how to operate it. This switchboard also covers another business, a federal security firm of some kind. If someone calls, I don’t know which buttons to push or even what to say, especially for the security firm. M.A.F’s husband is a politician, Rod D., but I see his name and it looks like Seco Delano, or Seco Delaney. I have to leave for a while and when I come back, I wonder how many calls I missed.
31 May, 2020.
There’s a long winding road on the west side of Santa Rosa, California where there are apple orchards. I am looking at the arc of the road from an aerial vantage point. I then zoom down to street level. The grassy area on the west side of the road is now covered with a canvas type tarp. There’s a girl who has wiggled under the tarp to the far end, and she invites me to join her in a snugly position.
Now the covered area turns into a posh French resort. I see an angelic-looking boy, all in white. I ask him if he speaks French. “Un pue.” (A little.) He breathes into his hands.
One companion leaves me and another man joins me. He invites me into a room where an older man is dying. It seems like an honor to be with the dying man, as he is open to the miracles of the afterlife. His hands are distorted with arthritis, or edema or something. He laments his loss of hair, but still seems animated and excited. He asks me why I a here. I say, “Well, I’m a nurse.” He wonders if I want to treat him. I feel like, “No, you are treating me,” with your spiritual attitude. I decide not to force my way into the conversation, but to just listen and observe.