A little wave kept approaching and engulfed everyone like
a tsunami. We were all underwater. Then the water was gone and we had to go look
for all the children.
Showing posts with label Dream. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dream. Show all posts
I Was Cramping Them?
Dream
I dreamed other spirits camped at this site. These spirits complained how I camped so close to
them and they were upset and left.
A Rat Alien
Dream
I traced the sound of snores into the underground of my
campsite. I traced the sound and found
it came from a rat like animal. It shape
shifted into a big rat young male in early twenties. He said he was an alien and that it had to be
a secret because he is an alien. I was stupefied.
Next Step Kick It Up a Notch
Dream
I am at ITI Milbrae along with a small group of others,
Shr Fu is giving instructions on how to be around Three Steps One Bow bowing
monks and how to protect their practices.
Then Rev. Heng Sure told stories about a cultivator and the three things
she used to help her accomplish her practice.
The small group of us in the audience consisted of Kuo Juan, Kuo Hong, and
Andrew. Kuo Juan opened the one on piano
lessons and Rev. Heng Sure said the “K” key is hard to press on the piano. I opened the one on math and said to Andrew,
“this will help you in your college.”
Andrew felt inspired by all of this and said he’d like to raise the
basketball hoop by one and half feet to raise the bar for him to dunk.
Who's the Dog?
Dream
I am driving on a highway going North East at night to
Yosemite. I passed a city in which Emily
and Jessica lived in. They invited me
for a dinner party to celebrate me, on Saturday night. At the dinner she suggested we have a Monday
breakfast party to continue partying. I
didn’t respond and I had to think it over, after the dinner party while sitting
in my car. I had then wished it was
Sunday morning so that I can just connect both events. Being that it is on Monday is another 48 hours away, I had
a lot of time on my hands. I thought about going to Costco on Sunday to shop
for camp food. Then there was the issue
of where I would stay until then.
I thought of a good male friend that I am no longer in
touch with whom I recalled was always surrounded by female admirers. I felt visiting his place was not the most
convenient. But I decided to ring him up
anyways. I had not seen him for four or
five years at least and when I saw him, he looked great, the same,
un-aged. It was as if we have been in each
other’s lives everyday, that there was no gap at all between us. Turns out staying in his place was not a problem, what
a relief on my end.
We walked to a nearby Caltran station. On the way to the station, someone’s little
dog ran out and wanted to play with me. This dog wanted to play catch. It was a little brown terrier kind of
breed. I kept on walking and didn’t stop
to acknowledge this dog. It then jumped
and bit me all over on my back and legs too.
I was in so much pain and was bleeding all over. The dog’s guardian, a Caucasian grandma
figure showed up to get a hold of her dog.
I kept on walking to the Caltran station and did not see a service
person around for me to ask about where the Caltran stop for Yosemite is. We got onto a train and asked a man this
question and the first man did not respond.
Another man said, “No it goes to the town just outside.” I said we have to get off at the next stop
and hop on a train to go back. I thought
about how much pain I was in and really wanted to complain to that grandma about her dog.
Next scene, it is now Sunday afternoon and we are back in
his apartment. I was in so much pain and
still very bloody from the attack, that I had to lay on my belly.
I told him I had to reply to Emily and he called her for me and then
handed me the phone. Emily was already
baking for tomorrow’s breakfast party. I
told her I couldn’t make it. She said
she will still hold the party regardless of my absence.
I hung up and in deep pain and fatigue I found myself limp, heavy and
coma like. I felt him standing next to my
injuries being very careful to not add anymore pain on top of all the pain I
was in. I felt a kind of sadness, the kind of
parting, from him, I then drifting into sleep.
It was Monday morning, I opened my eyes to a dusty old
empty abandoned room, apartment, a complete different scene than yesterday. As I walked around the apartment recalling
where everything was, the sun, and music I used to listen here, I then remembered
he died in a car accident four or five years ago. But he was here this weekend. It was all here. I then connected to why the two men on the
Caltran didn’t see him and how he didn’t speak at all and why he was so sad
when he left. I recalled that he
called Emily for me and I picked up the phone and the phone had dial tone. I called Emily who was in the midst of her
breakfast party and said she did confirm that she did speak with me yesterday and that her phone ID
did show this phone number that I am calling from. This phone number had been disconnected since
the day he died, years ago.
Why Do You Hurt?
Dream
A friend brought a male and a female companion to
visit. I offered to show them how to
dive into water and scuba dive. Strange
how this friend should seem hurt of it all.
He is Lighter Than a Feather
Dream
It is a kind of underground scene. A man is the ruler of a financial empire and
everyone works for him. There are many
things he is growing and nurturing, he keep tabs on everything. His public front is a light blue white collar
accountant that everyone goes to. In
between both worlds, he walks a hermit life, no home, no possessions, and he is
lighter than a feather.
She Serves Because She Can
Dream
A female is serving a soup of some sort, a kind of
medicinal drink. Everyone stops to get a
drink. She makes it and serves it
because she can. There are children all
around her. They seemed disciplined in
learning, she too oversees them and their studies.
Different Train
Dream
I am in Asia, in the mountains. I stood on a train platform. There was a bullet train and I head for it,
excited about my travels. I was stopped by a
presence, a female behind me, I only heard her voice, I felt but I didn’t
see. She said, “No. You are to go on the other train.” I stepped out of the fancy new platform that
would have taken me to fancy cities.
Instead I stepped down to the platform to the left, an old rundown, unmaintained lowest class platform. It looked like it led to the country rural poverty stricken, unsafe areas of the boonies. And at the moment of wondering and pausing, the female voice said, “There is nice food there.” I thought, “I’ll go in search of good food.”
At this time, a rusty, broken, old, dirty, disgusting train appeared out of the tunnel and pulled into the platform. I wondered, ”why is this piece of junk still legally running, bad for pollution etc..” I stepped on and the first seat I saw was to sit in the three seats facing the door with two windows behind it. I sat in the middle seat next to a baby carriage.
She was four feet by six inches young withered mother carrying a newborn infant and a toddler. She looked like she worked in an unflashy red light district for a living, single and abandoned. The baby in the carriage was yet unable to walk. I felt tempted to pick up the baby for the mom since her hands were full.
Then I look across from me, two women sat on the seats, one had her eyes on the baby in the carriage. She had a plan to snatch that baby at a particular stop before the train doors shut and run with it. I had decided I would interfere with those plans and escort this small family of three home if such plans were executed.
Instead I stepped down to the platform to the left, an old rundown, unmaintained lowest class platform. It looked like it led to the country rural poverty stricken, unsafe areas of the boonies. And at the moment of wondering and pausing, the female voice said, “There is nice food there.” I thought, “I’ll go in search of good food.”
At this time, a rusty, broken, old, dirty, disgusting train appeared out of the tunnel and pulled into the platform. I wondered, ”why is this piece of junk still legally running, bad for pollution etc..” I stepped on and the first seat I saw was to sit in the three seats facing the door with two windows behind it. I sat in the middle seat next to a baby carriage.
She was four feet by six inches young withered mother carrying a newborn infant and a toddler. She looked like she worked in an unflashy red light district for a living, single and abandoned. The baby in the carriage was yet unable to walk. I felt tempted to pick up the baby for the mom since her hands were full.
Then I look across from me, two women sat on the seats, one had her eyes on the baby in the carriage. She had a plan to snatch that baby at a particular stop before the train doors shut and run with it. I had decided I would interfere with those plans and escort this small family of three home if such plans were executed.
Soft As Air
Dream
It is night time with clear sky. It is an urban city high rise setting. The stars in the sky setting a pretty backdrop to sky scrapers and colorful street lights
down below. I am in an indoor building
surrounded by concrete and walls, a one story building.
I feel bounded, imprisoned, suffocated by these walls and ceiling. I looked at the walls and ceiling. I wanted to be free of confinement. The room was clean, furnished simply. I looked at a wall and I see my hand reaching extending through the wall. My body is soft and light. I began to float in the air through the ceiling penetrating beyond the building without effort.
I am now in a high rise in a upscale flat with contemporary furnishings, expensive and posh. I am still surrounded by walls and ceiling. I noticed the artistic beauty of the interior decor and I see beyond it. Still there were walls and ceilings.
I continued to float, soft as air through the walls and ceilings of each level of the high rise. I am now at the top beyond the roof of the high rise looking at the city and its lights, I am still floating up into the sky, effortlessly calm, gentle, serene No problems with leaving confinement, pretty decorated prison cells called lifestyle, calling it a living. I take deep breaths to fill lungs of free cool air, liberation air, while looking at the stars, and I continue to float and rise above it all soft as air.
I feel bounded, imprisoned, suffocated by these walls and ceiling. I looked at the walls and ceiling. I wanted to be free of confinement. The room was clean, furnished simply. I looked at a wall and I see my hand reaching extending through the wall. My body is soft and light. I began to float in the air through the ceiling penetrating beyond the building without effort.
I am now in a high rise in a upscale flat with contemporary furnishings, expensive and posh. I am still surrounded by walls and ceiling. I noticed the artistic beauty of the interior decor and I see beyond it. Still there were walls and ceilings.
I continued to float, soft as air through the walls and ceilings of each level of the high rise. I am now at the top beyond the roof of the high rise looking at the city and its lights, I am still floating up into the sky, effortlessly calm, gentle, serene No problems with leaving confinement, pretty decorated prison cells called lifestyle, calling it a living. I take deep breaths to fill lungs of free cool air, liberation air, while looking at the stars, and I continue to float and rise above it all soft as air.
I Should've Just Ditched These People
Dream
I am with Rinaldi.
People were playing badminton, we are chatting about it. I wanted to play but the people I was with
didn’t.
How Did I End Up At the Library?
Dream
I am driving on Saratoga ready to make a right turn into
Mitsuwa. Next scene I entered a library
and I am thinking what happened to going to Mitsuwa? As I was thinking of this, a female flagged
me and told me she can save my seat if I choose to hire her and handed me a
strip of stickers that indentified she is watching the seat. It was a crowded library. I thought, “Mitsuwa, why am I here? I don’t want to be here or her service. This is not even legal this thing she is
doing.”
Not Quite There
Dream
I am in the shallow protected part of ocean beach inside
the break. It’s an overcast day, not
sunny or day time, not night either, enough light to see 100 feet, no blinding
reflection. Lucy was in the water too,
no ocean wave breaks, more like river currents, gentle. We are all in a class. I had missed a few classes and there would be
tests coming up. Lucy debriefed me on
skills taught and skills that will be tested.
These sets of tests were all to see the stage of development and
strength of my core, all in water during a not so gentle current
condition. I tried the positions and
recalled I had learned this before. I
can do this all of this. Am I fit to
carry them out? Not fit to get a perfect
ten for beauty in execution. I may be
able to demonstrate, I can identify, I can do some sort of display, I think if
I can train my body for a week I can get back to a ten.
Sleeping in My Dream
Dream
I am sleeping, all of a sudden a man jumped, I was
alarmed and woke up. He sprayed me with
bloody stuff. I was totally disgusted
and fully awake. His younger brother
walks past me. I ran and got myself
cleaned up. Yuk! Disgusting!
Don't Piss the Waitress Off
Dream
I was invited to a vegetarian lunch. I was sitting with Winnie chatting away when we
were suggested to go and sit at the dinning table to begin the meal.
I had hoped to continue to sit next to her but all of a sudden I could
not tell who and where Winnie was. Two
other tables all waved for me to sit with them.
I decided to walk past all those welcoming tables in order not to offend
anyone and sat at a table of four made for eight. Food came, I ate and everything was
yummy. People at the table were not
vegetarian and vented about having to eat vegetarian food. They gave the waitress a hard time for the
misery of eating vegetarian food. I sat
in the company of pissy guests who enraged the waitress. As a result the waitress took away all the
food even though I said I’d eat it and loved it. She was mad.
I told the table that it isn’t the waitress’s problem, it’s the chef if
they are unhappy.
Museum in the Heavens
Dream
On the top floor of the monastery, of which does not
exist in real life, and it is an art gallery, a kind of museum. There was a meeting about name cards for each
piece. I suggested there should be a
card holder stomp or column, away and off the artwork. I was ignored as I was chewing gum and talking
the same time. I ran and left the
meeting to dump my gum. A guy at the door
suggested I give him my gum so I can stay in the meeting. I refused and left the meeting because I
found no one listened to me anyways. The
stairs down to the first floor was a sharp descend, a total vertical drop. It was like a museum in the Heavenly
Monastery up in the sky or something.
Looking For a Student
Dream
Dr. Jingying was looking for someone to pass her healing
arts, looking for someone to teach.
Take Over
Dream
There was a beautiful Greek Heavenly architecture, a home
of sorts. A man, husband designed gifts
for someone’s wedding and this gift is housed in their house. The wife, beautiful lady stays at home while
he attended business elsewhere.
A woman who is up to no good rings the door, enters with her clan and takes over the entire house by drugging the lady of the house with black magic, turns her mute and deforms her face and gave her demon teeth. This once beautiful lady of the house is in a coma. This evil black magic woman just wants the house. Her way of getting this Heavenly home is to split up the marriage that this house holds.
A woman who is up to no good rings the door, enters with her clan and takes over the entire house by drugging the lady of the house with black magic, turns her mute and deforms her face and gave her demon teeth. This once beautiful lady of the house is in a coma. This evil black magic woman just wants the house. Her way of getting this Heavenly home is to split up the marriage that this house holds.
The man of the house is a well respected diplomat, an
ambassador of sorts who is the kind of person who serves the community. The wife is like a princess, a beautiful
queen, a trophy wife of skill and up to the part.
The evil woman writes to the brother of the husband and sent it to him. The brother is a poet, artistic recluse, a crowned prince like figure who is in a position for the line of king but is a prince that can’t be bothered. He was also living in a Heavenly palace like this one. A servant approaches him under the sun. He is in the middle of a pool contemplating artistic creations. The letter is delivered and he didn’t want his creative juices interrupted.
The letter states the lady of the house is ill and the husband isn’t attending to the matter. The prince used to be in love with this lady but the lady married the brother because the Crowned Prince is a recluse and the lady is passionate about her community service. It is known that this Crowned Prince partied but has not loved another since. This evil black magic woman hopes to split the marriage by igniting the flames between the Crowned Prince and his sister in law. The prince does not answer the letter himself, he chooses reclusive life. He sends his amazing healers, a party of 6 to the house to answer to the letter.
The evil woman writes to the brother of the husband and sent it to him. The brother is a poet, artistic recluse, a crowned prince like figure who is in a position for the line of king but is a prince that can’t be bothered. He was also living in a Heavenly palace like this one. A servant approaches him under the sun. He is in the middle of a pool contemplating artistic creations. The letter is delivered and he didn’t want his creative juices interrupted.
The letter states the lady of the house is ill and the husband isn’t attending to the matter. The prince used to be in love with this lady but the lady married the brother because the Crowned Prince is a recluse and the lady is passionate about her community service. It is known that this Crowned Prince partied but has not loved another since. This evil black magic woman hopes to split the marriage by igniting the flames between the Crowned Prince and his sister in law. The prince does not answer the letter himself, he chooses reclusive life. He sends his amazing healers, a party of 6 to the house to answer to the letter.
The evil black magic woman lets the party of 6 healers
in. The lady is on the husband’s wedding
gift creation, a beautiful bed fit for a king’s throne. The head healer, an all female crew
approaches the lady and seems to kiss her lips, in fact she is tasting the
poison on her lips and saw right away who it came from and what it was all
about. The lady at this time wakes up
from her coma and her eyes stares into the black magic woman who did not care
to be identified. This evil woman took
delight in seeing the lady’s mouth deformed into a beastly sight. The lady signals with her hand,
helplessness.
This lady is brought back to the Crowned Prince’s place for healing. The Crowned Prince does not see her. He stays a recluse. The house is abandoned, left to the evil woman. The husband, Crowned Prince’s brother was contacted and debriefed of all of this. In the healing process, the poison continued to spread and the beautiful lady continued to deform into an old decrepit thing. The husband arrives at the Crowned Prince’s heavenly palace and greets his wife and continues to love and support her. Their bond strengthened from this ordeal. The husband sends forces to reclaim his house with the aid of the Crown Prince.
This lady is brought back to the Crowned Prince’s place for healing. The Crowned Prince does not see her. He stays a recluse. The house is abandoned, left to the evil woman. The husband, Crowned Prince’s brother was contacted and debriefed of all of this. In the healing process, the poison continued to spread and the beautiful lady continued to deform into an old decrepit thing. The husband arrives at the Crowned Prince’s heavenly palace and greets his wife and continues to love and support her. Their bond strengthened from this ordeal. The husband sends forces to reclaim his house with the aid of the Crown Prince.
Chemical Engineering Another Possible Unexplored Talent of Mine
Dream
A doctor advised that I should have gone into chemical
engineering.
Just Tacky
Dream
I am a wedding photographer. I notified a couple that I was contracted to
photograph that I was too much in grief struck from a death of a bride to photograph
their wedding and told them there was a replacement photographer.
Then the dead bride had sent me a parting cocktail dress, very Versace. Somehow I felt the need to share this with the couple at their reception of which I am now crashing after saying I can’t attend, totally inappropriate.
I don’t even now this bride that died to be in this much grief but I couldn’t stop the drama within. As I showed the dress at the head wedding reception table I noticed there were tacky primary color pinwheel flowers tacked on the collar and I knew this was all off, something was wrong, and it was clear this was not real, this was a set up. I was somehow in this grief drama and I could not get out, I couldn’t even walk and I had to be escorted out.
Then the dead bride had sent me a parting cocktail dress, very Versace. Somehow I felt the need to share this with the couple at their reception of which I am now crashing after saying I can’t attend, totally inappropriate.
I don’t even now this bride that died to be in this much grief but I couldn’t stop the drama within. As I showed the dress at the head wedding reception table I noticed there were tacky primary color pinwheel flowers tacked on the collar and I knew this was all off, something was wrong, and it was clear this was not real, this was a set up. I was somehow in this grief drama and I could not get out, I couldn’t even walk and I had to be escorted out.
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