Contributing Editor to the Book of Life

I dreamed I was visiting a new place (or it may have been an extended stay.) When I arrived, I was shown my room, and then they were giving me a tour and showing me where to go. I came out of the bedroom, and they took me down the hall and turned the corner. Every few feet there were doors and stainless steel refrigerators turned sideways. They stopped at one of them and pushed the refrigerator to the side. That opened up a passageway and stairs. When we went downstairs, we were in a large corridor with tons of people in it. It felt like a cross between a shopping mall and a train station. People were all walking and going places. They took me back upstairs and I realized I was lost and didn’t know how to get back down there, so they showed me again. (Something interesting to note, I don’t know who “they” were. Men, women, etc?)

Then a woman I knew in my dream (not in real life) took me to a bar/restaurant area. We were sitting down near the front of the stage, but the funny thing was that the stage was extremely tall, so the front rows didn’t have a good view of the stage. A band came out and two men who looked like Crosby on Parenthood were in the band. One was the lead singer and the other was a guitar player. The lady I was with was dating one of them, and they were twin brothers whose family were either owners of the place we were in, or they were very influential.

After that, I went back to the area near my room. There were writing prompts, and everyone present had the opportunity to participate. Sometimes there was a question asked and people were asked to write a response. Other times, there was already a response, and people were asked to write the intro. If your response was selected, you were paid. It was almost $10 for a very short prompt, but I got the impression it was highly competitive. I got the impression that someone was writing a very huge, very detailed book. No one really knew the whole storyline, but everyone got to contribute to small parts of it.

As I was writing, someone important acknowledged what I had written, but they were being discouraged from calling me out because I was so new to the place. They felt I had to prove myself over time. Then they mentioned an inventor who lived there. I recognized the name, and he was someone who had invented a kitchen gadget. They laughed and said that yes, that’s all he was known for in our world, but in other universes he had created so many different things that weren’t possible with our technology. They said it must be so frustrating to have done so much elsewhere but not be able to in our world. I was star struck and felt very impressed to know that the man lived there. I’m not sure if I “knew” there were other universes but it seemed to make perfect, logical sense at the time I was being told.

Then a friend came up and she had a device that would let us travel through time. She said that she found out when the “gods” were going to come through. “Gods” wasn’t the word she used – it was a very specific word, but I can’t remember it now. They were not God the creator, nor were they traditional mythological gods. But they were supernatural beings that carried some celebrity status. Anytime they appeared, people were very exciting. So my friend transported us to where they were appearing, and suddenly they appeared out of nowhere. It was very exciting. They didn’t do anything but walk past, but everyone was excited. She used this tool a couple of time to see different sightings.

Afterward, I went back to my room. I was talking to my friend and shared something about a meme I had seen. It was something about people exchanging emails and Donald Trump. She said she’d never seen that one, and I realized that in this place, I was seeing new content that had never been seen in the world before. Eventually, some of it would trickle down to Earth, but as of then it was unseen.

I then realized that I was laying on the floor and I wasn’t wearing pants. I was just in underwear. I had started my period (which is odd, because IRL I had a hysterectomy years ago.) I was worried that I needed to change my pad because people would be able to see since I was in my underwear. The only bathroom I remembered seeing was past the refrigerator downstairs by the large corridor. I got to the area, and there were people standing around talking by the refrigerator. It was almost like a break room. But before I got to the bathroom, I realized I hadn’t brought my pad with me. So I went back to the room. I had my small, purple suitcase with me, and someone asked how I could have such a small suitcase. I told them that the shirts didn’t take up much space and I only wore one per day. Then I noticed that there was a bathroom connected to the room, so I didn’t even have to go back down to the corridor bathroom.


This was an extremely vivid dream with a lot of detail. My first thought was that I needed to turn it into a novel. My second was that this is how I envision a small slice of heaven. I think I might have read somewhere once that all information is housed in heaven and it doesn’t always make it to Earth. I imagine this place in my dream as sort of the ‘grand central station’ of information, and that everyone there was contributing – storylines, music, invention — all of the creative forces in the universe. They were all doled out to different worlds. And people take turns staying there and then going out into the worlds (almost like “field work.”) It was really amazing.

The Prodigal Son Meets Parkour

I was in an apartment, I am not really sure which. I knew that a secret society of sorts met there, but I didn’t really understand who they were or what they did. I knew that the people who came and went were very close – beyond ordinary friends. And I knew that I wanted to be a part of what they had.

At first, I thought that it involved selling makeup. There was fingernail polish, and I remember asking what I needed to do. I said that I could start wearing that kind of fingernail polish, and I started looking for both a dark, greenish color and a neutral beige color to wear. I also thought that I could start selling it. As I was looking at the fingernail polish, there was a guy sitting in a chair in the back. (It almost looked like a dental chair.) They were putting a mask or a body wrap of sorts on him, but it was clear that the process was making him high based on what he was saying and how he was acting. I thought to myself that I didn’t know if I wanted to do that.

As the dream progressed, I realized that this group was much more than I first thought. They use magic (?) to move around the city, and everything is a life-sized game of sorts. Each person has a list of challenges to complete, and you can work together to complete them.

I had been doing this for a little while, and Buster and I were back in the apartment. (Perhaps this was like a headquarters?) We heard a cat meowing incessantly, and so I went in the hall to see what it was. I thought it was either an intruder or a part of the game. A guy that had been gone for a while (but that I was very fond of) had returned and wanted to work on the next quest. I was excited, and so we went running through the halls. Everything moved very fast in this world. I tied Buster to a post in the stairwell, using a leash I found outside the door. He was surprisingly calm about all of this (and in fact, had been going along with me on the quests for some time.)

We were running through the streets, through buildings, etc. We reached another building in another part of town – it felt more rundown. There was a meeting with this whole group, and we were apparently in trouble. One guy that I was close to was getting admonished for not helping me finish my personal list of tasks, and I interrupted in the meeting and said that I was told not to finish them. The man in charge didn’t want to hear it. (I was very rude when I interrupted.) I then looked at the other man who was sitting next to me (he looked a little like Taylor from the Gilmore Girls) and even though I knew he was the one who told me not to finish them, I asked if he would help me do them now. He said of course he would. Then I accidentally did something that transported me back to the original apartment building, though I’m not sure what I did. It was very disrespectful for me to leave the meeting (and I didn’t mean to.) But I wasn’t sure how to get back to it. It also was frowned upon to work on tasks by yourself, so it wasn’t safe or a good idea to be on my own. I untied Buster and took him inside again, and then tried to teleport back to the building where the meeting was. I wasn’t sure how to use the technology, so when I arrived, I didn’t know where I was or where the building was. I did this a few times, but I was at risk for people seeing me, so I stopped. I decided I needed to go home, because my mom (?) would be worried about me.

I went back to the apartment building, but there was a terrible flood. I tried to teleport home from outside, but I received an error because there were other magical people too close. I went through the building to exit the other side, and the street was entirely flooded with water coming up the steps. Someone was standing there and told me to watch my step. I held the handrail and then walked down the steps, but before I reached the bottom, the whole stairwell collapsed  and detached from the building. It started floating down the street along with cars. I didn’t feel unsafe at all, and I somehow feel that magic was partially controlling this – that everything was still in control. I also believed that even though I’d been gone from home for an extended period of time (days? weeks?) I didn’t think my mom would be concerned now.

There was an older asian woman on the stairs with me (kind of like Lane’s mom on Gilmore Girls), and she said, “There are many Chinese triangles in the sky today.” I looked up and suddenly could see triangle patterns where there had been done before. I was amazed by this, and I took it as a very good sign.


Oddly enough, I feel as though this is more meaningful than just a fun dream. I googled Chinese triangle, and apparently, the Chinese “discovered” the triangle, although I don’t really understand that. I also googled “sacred geometry” triangle and clearly, this shape has significance, not the least of which is the Trinity: the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Without over-analyzing the various parts, my gut tells me that this represents a glimpse into my tasks on earth, and the people I was so fond of are guides who are there to help me. In their world, things that would normally be stressful for me are simply “next tasks” for them and are perhaps great fun. The pace of time is different from my eyes to theirs, and time has no meaning for them (which is likely why my “mom” would not be worried and why I was unclear if I was gone days, weeks or months.) The meeting could indicate that I was somehow off track, and the team was being reprimanded (?) that feels like the wrong word. I got the distinct impression that my tasks could now change, but I wanted to get back on the same path as before and they were willing to help me do that. I don’t feel there was anger, just more stating of the facts.

In life – while I’m awake  – I’ve felt that the barrier between heaven and earth has been “thin” lately. I started feeling this way around my birthday (February 2017) and now.

I know my friend and dream mentor Karen would now want me to go back and analyze the various elements and look at the people and how they might represent parts of me.

  • The urban apartment: I’ve always liked living in the city. The fact that this is an apartment rather than a house would signify that this is a temporary stopping point. As a young adult, I never bought a house because I wasn’t sure that I’d be there long enough and I wanted the flexibility to pass through. This could represent a phase in my life, or even this temporary time on earth.
  • Fingernail polish/makeup: This is a clear reference to my persona. I’ve been thinking about nail polish lately because a) I’ve been biting my nails again and b) I was thinking how nice I look in the “goth” filters on snapchat with dark blue lipstick, eyeshadow, etc. I’ve even been wearing special mascara to make my eyelashes seem longer.  The first step was adjusting my persona to incorporate the elements of this group, and the second was helping others do so as well.
  • Wrap/Drugs/High: This was an interesting thing. I had watched a couple of videos of people putting on wraps and facials before bed. They weren’t particularly fun, though they said their skin felt nice after. I clearly felt an affinity for these people around me, and I wanted to be a part of their group. Yet I didn’t trust them with this experience? I think this was telling me that there are parts of the journey I won’t be comfortable with, but I have to trust God’s path and know that the outcome will be worth it.
  • Buster: This echoes the trust factor. Buster never trusts me and does not like change. The fact that he was willing and compliant to go without hesitation on these quests, or to remain tied to a stairwell, shows his trust of the process and of this group. Perhaps he’s a teacher in this dream.
  • Cat: I’m very allergic to cats, and so I never spend time with them. This cat was exceptionally loud, and was used to get my attention. Again, things I don’t like being used for good??
  • Prodigal Son: This term came to me as I was writing the analysis, and it fit perfectly. I don’t know why this person was gone, but I was so excited he was back. Perhaps this was Jesus? That doesn’t feel right (and I don’t think Jesus ever ‘leaves’.) In the story of the prodigal son, the son fritters away his money and leaves, and he returns hoping to work for his father as a servant. The father welcomes him back with open arms and celebrations. If this person is me, it could represent a part of me that’s been “lost” or again point to the fact that I’m “off track” but be reassurance that I’m able to get back on track without issue or repercussion.
  • Meeting leader: I never saw the meeting leader, so this could represent God.  But if this is a part of me, it’s the part of accountability.  It’s the part admonishing the distractions and trying to stay on task. I was very rude to this part of me (which is not like me – I generally would never be rude to anyone in authority, at least not intentionally.) I interrupted and left in the middle… I’m perhaps not listening to my inner voice? I know I need more quiet time. The cycle of work is not working for me.
  • “Taylor” – This is an interesting one. In my dream, he was the one who pulled me off track, but he’s also the one I turned to to get me back on track. (echoes of the forgiveness with the prodigal son?) I don’t like the character of Taylor in Gilmore Girls. I find him annoying and I usually don’t care for his story lines. However, I also can see myself in him – the part of me that dwells on detail and the control freak part of me.
  • Flood: What a powerful symbol! For me, this represents a new start, fresh start, clean slate. There is destruction but then rebuilding. This can also represent the forces of nature.
  • “Mrs. Kim”: This character in the Gilmore Girls is an interesting choice. She is extremely strict, but now that her daughter is growing up, she lets down her armor a little bit so you can see the love and the humanity behind the persona.  She wants what’s best for her daughter, and sometimes that means being tough on her. That’s perhaps my conscience – trying to do the right thing.
  • Chinese Triangles: The only personal references I have for “Chinese” is my good friend Marleen who I love dearly, and the Mrs. Kim connection, but they are not Chinese. I don’t have any personal feelings about the triangle, so this one is still a mystery to me.
  • Parkour: This word kept coming to me, as perhaps it’s the closest thing to represent the pace of activity in this dream. When I googled it, I found this definition in Wikipedia:

Parkour is a training discipline using movement that developed from military obstacle course training. Practitioners aim to get from one point to another in a complex environment, without assistive equipment and in the fastest and most efficient way possible. Parkour includes running, climbing, swinging, vaulting, jumping, rolling, quadrupedal movement, and other movements as deemed most suitable for the situation. Parkour’s development from military training gives it some aspects of a non-combative martial arts.

Parkour is an activity that can be practised alone or with others and is usually—but not exclusively—carried out in urban spaces. Parkour involves seeing one’s environment in a new way, and imagining the potential for navigating it by movement around, across, through, over and under its features.

This is so interesting, because although I’ve never looked up this definition before, this describes the movement in my dream to a tee. The movement didn’t LOOK like the Facebook videos I’ve seen of parkour, but this description is perfect. I’ve been blogged down by details, and I’ve been letting them slow me down (or, if this dream is any indication) pull me off track completely. I need to see my environment in a new way, and imagine the potential for navigating it my movement around, across, through, over and under its features.  Rather than feeling grouchy or overwhelmed, stalling and making excuses, I need to see this as the game it is. The game of life. I need to be creative and know that I have a host of the best people ever helping me behind the scenes. I need to keep moving forward, and the journey will be so worth it in the end. And I need to trust God.  

Time for Change

This dream was in three parts, with the end tying back to the beginning.  Perhaps more importantly, it alluded to my earlier dream Alpha, part 2.

It began with me at work.  I worked in the old building with Mindy (the lawyer who currently goes to church with me at the Chapel.  The company had been taken over by a new company that was a bad pharmaceutical company that was going to do testing on people.  They were taking over the building, and had already started construction.  They were installing these very nice showers in every room – each one had multiple shelves and jets of water (I want to say five each) on the sides.  Mike M (a current colleague of mine) had been using those showers in the office, but he had to stop because customers were going to begin using them once they had tested products.

Suddenly, the scene changed, and I had gone to a floating house in the water.  I was with a man (that I don’t know in real life.)  At the far corner of the house, there was an open window I’d left open earlier, and I was going to close it.  It was on the very edge of an open-air “dock” type of porch, and I was afraid of heights, so I didn’t want to close it.  The man I was with went to close it.  Then we had to dive into the water to swim back to shore. We took off our clothes to swim, but this wasn’t that big a deal.  I had my black dress shoes and my phone in my hand when I jumped in.  It was hard to swim while carrying these items, and it felt like I dropped something.  I panicked, but I still had the shoes and phone, so I wondered what I had dropped, but I couldn’t figure it out.  We got out of the water and were walking along another dock , and looked down.  Earlier, we had noticed some shadows under the water but didn’t look closely.  This time, as we were walking past, we saw shoes under the water and realized that the shapes were dead bodies.  Someone had killed five people and tied them underwater.  It was a horrifying feeling.  Suddenly, I was the man, and was trying to walk quickly, hoping the woman would catch on and follow.  I (He) didn’t want the killer to see us, or to know that we saw the bodies.  We didn’t want others to think we did it.  I was so horrified I woke up.

When I went back to sleep, the dream continued, but I was back on the job search.  Apparently, I was still planning to work at the bad pharmaceutical company, but I had to re-interview, and it required filling out an extensive psychology questionnaire/test.  Several pages were filled with questions about vocabulary, and my mom was there filling it out, and that is what she was worried about.  I told her not to worry – she had a wonderful vocabulary.  In fact, those questions didn’t seem so hard to me.  I had jumped ahead to the word problems that were more mathematical in nature.  I had spent 4 hours just answering the first three questions, and I was stuck on a problem about clocks.  I sat down in a swing and was trying to figure it out.  The problem showed two clocks, and each clock had 4 hands on it.  The question simply asked “What is the time difference?”  I was trying to find a pattern.  I looked up, and the clocks were real – they were on the wall on the other side of a window in what looked like a small storefront where Michael was. First, I thought that perhaps each clock showed both the time in OUR universe and the time in the OTHER universe.  I was going to look for the set of hands that was larger on each clock, and calculate the difference in those; then look for the set of hands that were smaller on each clock, and calculate the difference in those – then add the two numbers together.   As hard as I looked, I couldn’t tell if there was a difference in size in the hands though.  Then I thought I’d compare like colors.  For example, if a clock had 2 blue hands, I would compare that time with the two blue hands on the other clock.  But one clock had two blue hands and I THINK the other set was red; however, on the second clock, there was a set of blue hands, then one green hand, and one yellow hand.  I asked Michael what he thought, and he said, “Oh, I haven’t even looked at the clock” and kept doing whatever it was he was doing.  As I was thinking about this, I was swinging higher and higher – faster and faster.  The sensation was similar to the flying sensation I had in Alpha, part 2 and also in The Road, and That Which Blocks It.  And I KNEW that the clocks were somehow linked to the other universe.  As I swung higher and higher, I got very cold, and I said that I would need a coat and hat if I was going to continue to swing!  At some point in this dream (maybe a prior problem?) there were three snow globes, and I woke up thinking that those were vitally important in figuring out the clock problem!


 

Mindy, law firm

in other offices

bad pharma co.

Mike M. was taking showers in the office – has to stop b/c customers will use to test products.

Went to floating house in the water.  Had left windows open and was going to close.  One was on the very edge.  Scared of heights.  Was not going to close then the man I was with was going to.  Took off clothes to swim.  I held black dress shoes and phone and jumped in.  Hard to swim.  Dropped something and not sure what.  By dock had seen shadows (5) under the water on the way back saw pair of shoes and realized someone had killed them and tied them underwater.  Horrifying feeling.  Suddenly, I was the man and was trying to walk quickly hoping the woman would catch on and follow.  Didn’t want the killer to see or know we saw.  Didn’t want others to think we did it.  So horrified I woke up.

The dream continued when I went back to sleep…

I was going to have to re-interview for the job – same place that is now the product testing place.  There were pages and pages of psychology testing to prep for the job interview.  I had dreamed about 3 snow globes and I thought that was really meaningful.  The paperwork was so hard it took me 4 hours for 3 questions, but I was determined to do it and hell bent on finding a job that would appreciate the effort.  Mom was also filling it out and was worried about the vocabulary sections, but I told her she would be fine with those.  I was on a swing, and there was a problem about 2 clocks.  The clocks were real – in an area through a window where Michael was.  The question was “What is the time difference?”  It was hard to tell which were the big hands and which were little hands – if there were 2 different sizes, I would have done big hand/big hand + little hand/little.  If two sets were blue and 2 were red, I’d have done that.  But on one clock the other was green and the other was yellow.  I asked Michael, and he said he hadn’t even looked at the clock, but when he did he didn’t comment about the extra set of hands.  *other universe* I was swinging so high and so fast that it was very cold and I said I needed a coat and hat.

Three snow globes 

Alpha, part 2

 

Ok, so the first post was something of an introduction.  But below is the REAL dream that started this whole journey.  If you haven’t read it (or heard it) please check out the back story  as well.

I awoke the morning of Easter Sunday, filled with joy and the feeling that I had received the greatest, most fulfilling gift of knowledge.  I was bursting with happiness.  At this point, I had not written down my dreams in at least a decade or two. (Does that make me old when I can start counting in decades?)  Despite having not documented my dreams for archaic amounts of time, I was SO moved by this dream that I grabbed my phone and typed the above notes into the memo.  Sketchy? Sure.  But here’s what I remember….

In my dream, I “woke up.”  I walked into our sunroom, and realized that I had only DREAMED I awoke, so I thought I would take advantage of still being asleep.  I thought to myself, “Self- maybe you can go flying!”  So I tried to fly, and it worked!  At first, I was just flying within the sunroom.  But then suddenly, I was outside, and flying in the yard.  Then – imagine the motion of a toilet bowl – I started flying in extremely fast, extremely large circles, quickly shortening in circumference as I neared the “bottom.”  I was flying so fast in circles, and then suddenly, I was in a tube flying face-first ahead.  (Superman, anyone?) I thought to myself that I should be afraid, but I was having too much fun to be afraid!  It was exhilarating, and amazing, and fast, and fun…. AWESOME!

At the end of the tunnel, I burst forth, and was in another universe. It was SO amazing – all around me, there were the most vivid stars.  They were mostly pink, with a few blues and purples mixed in.  It was truly breathtaking.  Everything was bigger, and brighter, and closer than it would have been in our own universe.  And the COLORS!  It was as though I had stepped from the black and white world of Kansas into the technicolor dream coat of Oz.

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This is a wonderful print that I found following the dream.  This is called Raspberry Enchanted Forrest and can be purchased here from the Etsy shop CatsEyeStudio.  Photo included with permission.  Footnote: This image is as close as I can find to what I saw in this other universe.

There was a woman there with me – to the left.  I don’t remember seeing her, but I remember having a conversation with her.  Her name was Kaye?  Or perhaps her name started with the letter “K”… I’m not sure.  But I woke up remembering that letter/name.  The only reason I remember having the conversation with her was because she explained the universe to me.  She said this was the “Episcopal” universe, and that if I imagined the size of our known universe today, that this was 80% larger than our current universe.

Then, the next thing I remember, I was on a planet.  Earth? Maybe.  A planet in the other universe?  Maybe.  But I saw Ben (our priest at the Chapel of the Cross) and his son Henry.  Henry was playing in a mud puddle, and I needed to go get him a towel.  I walked up to a nearby house, and “Kaye” answered the door.  She gave me the towel, and said that there were two(?) meanings to everything.  She said that at that point, I could see both meanings, but that soon I would forget – even though they would still be there.  She said not to worry though, that she would be back in two weeks. I walked back and gave Henry the towel.  Then, suddenly, my dream re-wound.  I was approaching Ben and Henry again, went to the house again, and saw Kaye.  I recognized her, but as I saw her, I could feel all of the memories – all of the knowledge – slipping away.  In my mind, I gave her a knowing smile, as though I was saying, “See, I still remember you…” but I could feel it all slipping away.  By the time I gave Henry the towel, I was waking up and could sense the loss of the knowledge, though the joy was still there.

For the “Rest of the Story” please read A first look at synchronicity…  and I think you’ll see why this caught, and kept, my attention.


Dream 1: Easter Sunday, March 27, 2016

Flying, fast swirling long tube face first – very fun, driven by God.

Breaker out into huge universe

Episcopal Galaxy extends 80% more

A third???

Kaye?? Staying with me

Beautiful

Pinks

More to everything than you think

Back in two weeks

Example with Ben and rubber boots and towel – two times but different perspectives.  Already starting to forget.

Nicholas?