10 May 2016
No intention set

I'm looking down from an overhead view at someplace covered with ice. Everything is covered with ice. At first I thought Antarctica, but I wasn't sure. So very cold. I see a military outpost on the ice. They're probing the ice. Everything is dark. No artificial light, just the moonlight reflecting off the ice. My grandfather is with me, giving me instructions and telling me he'll keep me safe. I'm going to where he lives. It's just a small cabin, no more than 8'x10', and the interior is paneled with plywood. It reminds me of hunting cabins I've seen. There are some shelves in one corner, like a linen closet with the door removed. In another corner is a small kitchenette. There's a wooden bunk in the middle of the floor. A dirty sleeping bag is stuffed on one of the shelves. The bunk is covered with a thin woolen blanket with a faded southwestern pattern. I lie down on the bunk and cover up with the blanket. The bunk is soft and comfy, like lying on a mattress. I'm so warm. Don't understand how that could be but don't care, either, because I'm warm and sleepy. The dirty sleeping bag tumbles from the shelf. I think about covering up with it, then decide that someone else can use it, I'm fine with just the blanket and it's warm in the cabin.

I'm snuggled up against the back of a solidly built man with thick, very wavy, red hair shot through with strands of gray that glint in the dim light of the cabin. He's wearing rumpled BDUs. I love this man so much that it takes my breath away. Yet he's about to leave on a mission to the ice and I know he may not return. This is our last few minutes together before he leaves. I'm so very sad yet I'm pretending everything is fine. I'll cry after he leaves. I run my fingers through his thick hair and comment that he's got a few gray hairs now. He chuckles and says that not something you tell a guy. I laugh, too, and say I didn't think it mattered. He reaches up, takes my hand, and kisses my fingertips. After all, I say, I have been bald. You were beautiful, he says, tucking my hand against his chest. I bury my face into his back and inhale his scent. Don't leave me, I whisper, I don't think I'll be able to keep on if you're gone. No, he says, You're going to be fine, with me or without me. You have your duty and I have mine. Just hold on and know that I have always loved you with every fiber of my being and for as long as I can remember. My grief is so intense that I can barely breathe. Yet we both know that I'll smile and kiss him goodbye when he leaves and then continue on somehow with my own work as I swallow my grief.

Notes:

Even as I wrote this in my journal and typed it out, I was in tears. The grief and sorrow I felt in the dream were nearly palpable.

The sense of the man was he was my spouse. In RL, spouse is blonde. I didn't see the man's face but I got a very strong vibe that it was Prince Harry and wherever he was being sent was most likely his last mission.

My grandfather passed in 1998. I've been aware of him from time to time, doing what he did when he was alive, which was look after his grandkids and keep us safe. He's been around lately, even tasking a friend of mine who passed a decade ago to keep an eye on me when Grandpa was busy. He did hunt when he was alive but did not have a hunting cabin to my knowledge. I don't know what the threat in my dream was but he apparently felt the need to tuck me someplace safe for a while.

I've tried getting this dream posted three times now and each time something happened and I had to start over again. Now we've got a thunderstorm moving through and the power went out once so I'm gonna get it posted before I lose it again.

6 May 2016
No intention set

There were lots of bits and pieces of dreams but this is what I remember clearly:

1) In a bar/tavern, listening to a woman singing a country/western heartrbreak song-"Need You Now"- and muttering to the person next to me, Jeez, she needs to get a life. He laughs. I don't know this man but he's been hanging out with me and I get the sense he likes me. We go to the bar, get some drinks, and chat for a while. Then I tell him I need to go. I get my jacket and head for the door. There's another man standing there and I get a weird vibe that he's waiting for me. He says something to me, I don't remember what, and I give a noncommittal reply. He leaves but I know he hasn't gone, that he's waiting for me to leave the bar. I stand there, trying to decide what to do. The first guy approaches and asks what's going on. I tell him about the other guy and how that guy gives me the creeps. I ask if he'll walk with me to my car, just in case. He asks if I'm afraid. No, I tell him, I just like having options. Okay, he says, and opens the door for me. We step outside. He says, After all, it's not like you're helpless. Somehow I know he knows about me and that doesn't surprise me. True, I say, but I still like having options.

2) In a park setting. Open green space, trees, paths, and a stream feeding into a small lake. People swimming in the lake. Other people wandering around. No one seems to take any notice of me. I have no clue what I'm doing there or what's going on. I'm joined by my guy-friend. He asks what I'm doing there. I tell him I don't know. He tells me he doesn't know why he's here either. We wander around the park. Watch some ducks swimming in the stream. My friend says, You know I'm going to sleep with you some day. I laugh and say, Like that's some big mystery. He says, Just wanted to be clear about it. Of course, I say. We see a man in a boat on the lake who seems to be rowing in our direction. My friend takes my hand. C'mon, he says, I think we should go. I agree. We walk away from the lake, not following any pathways but walking across the grass. No one seems to notice us. Then I woke.

Notes:

I think the creepy guy and the guy in the rowboat were the same person. No clue who he was.

I don't tend to hang out in bars and I certainly don't hang out anywhere when there's karaoke nights. *shudder*

When parks show up for me, those tend to be places that seem to be outside of any reality. Sort of halfway points between this reality and other realities.

I just remember a little bit of this dream, but it's almost more than I care to.

So in this dream, I was in a big city somewhere walking down a sidewalk sandwiched between tall buildings and a busy street.. Somewhere really crowded, and I was just SO uncomfortable... I was wondering WHY I felt so uncomfortable. I felt like I was out of place and didn't belong here. Also VERY creeped out. I thought that maybe it was because I prefer the quiet country living and don't like crowds, but that wasn't it exactly. I just had an overall weird feeling. Something I couldn't quite put my finger on. Anyway, the streets sort of cleared and I watched a line of fancy shiny, black cars drive up the street slowly, hogging the entire road by driving right in the center. This really annoyed me and I had half a mind to walk out into the street and tell the people driving what I thought about that... but before I could, there was a hot, bright flash of light... and for a second I couldn't see. My eyes kind of burned for a minute and I rubbed them, and after I rubbed them I sort of peeked out of one eye and saw this woman next to me scratch her arm... and her skin just sorta flaked off into a fine powder... and I held my breath because that was nasty and I did NOT want to breath in this woman's skin flakes. I noticed a couple of other people were scratching their arms too... and just felt sick... and I grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my mouth and nose in the hopes to filter out the skin flakes I knew were just flying around in the air. I wondered if maybe that sun flash had caused their skin to get burned or something. I seemed fine, but then again, I was never really prone to getting sun burned.

After this sun flash, the cars driving had stopped and everyone was sorta just hanging out looking confused. It almost felt like time had stopped for a minute or something. More people were clawing at their skin now and there were a few others who looked REALLY uncomfortable, like they WANTED to scratch but they were trying to keep from it. I looked back at the first woman I saw scratching and her arm just looked sort of scaly. At first it just looked like when your hands get really dry and look a bit scaly, but then it began to look like she had very defined scales on her arm. Like a lizard. But her color was still a pale peachy pink human color. It had a very distinct pink flush to it, like a person who had been scratching their human skin would have... and this was just so weird-looking to me. I realized that this was happening to several other people too, so I scratched my arms just to be sure and I just had normal people skin. Thank God!

I could feel that woman watching me and when I looked at her she gave me a really funny look and her blue eyes flashes a sort of gold color at me for just a second and I felt like maybe she wasn't human. I sort of got the sense that she was growing angry with me. Angry that I had noticed her scales, maybe? I started to worry that these people might hurt me if my skin didn't start coming off too, so I just jokingly said.. "Heh, looks like this stuff (my skin) is stuck on here pretty good." And I scratched a bit and slowly tried to worm my way out of the crowd.

Just as I made it out of the crowd, I turned to look behind me at the cars that had stopped in the street. Several people were climbing out of the cars. One of which was Donald Trump who had the messed up skin and he climbed on top of the car he had been in and stretched out over the top. I thought to myself that he looked like an alligator out sunning. Maybe that's why he always looks so ridiculously tan.

I saw Barbara Bush sitting, dressed nicely in a waiting room. She was alone and to her right was a glass wall. On the other side of this glass were two of her sons, GW and not sure if the other was Jeb. They were dressed nicely and sitting together.

I awoke, curious as to why they were not all sitting together and wondering if they were waiting on Herbert Bush, in some hospital waiting room.

Dreamed this morning. No emotions but curiosity with this one.

I am sitting in a waiting room with pink walls, there are many windows on each side of the room. (I get the impression that this pink room is a womb, it feels like a safe place)

I am sitting in a chair, like a doctors office there are several pink chairs and a small table with magazines on it. I am waiting, yet i can see everything that is going on outside of the room because of the large windows, i can also hear everything going on outside.

I keep standing up to get a better look out of the windows. On one side there are riots, from another window i see natural disasters.

I instinctively know that this is not my body or soul. I am seeing through the eyes of another. I feel sadness and an anxious fear from this soul.

As I am waking up from the dream i hear elevator music... yeah a waiting room.

Start of Dream. I am sitting in a chair and someone is brushing my hair. Then it feels like they are putting a hat or something on my head. The person is a woman and she says ok, open your eyes now. I look in the mirror and see I look to be in my 80's. I am wearing a sun bonnet and can see a little bit of white hair under it. I smile and say, I look just like my grandmother when she wore sun bonnets. The woman smiled and said, these are so pretty I thought you would like one.  End of Dream.

Afterthoughts: I attached a picture of the type my Grandmother would wear when she was outside. She made them herself and had a few of them. I cannot imagine myself ever wanting to wear a bonnet. A straw hat for sure, but not a bonnet!

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I have been noticing my sense of smell in dreams is more intense, this morning i remember smelling mint tea leaves, freshly picked. upon waking no minty smell in the house.

The other day i smelled pine trees, yet when i awoke, no pine tree smell in the house.

This is getting a little unsettling and i am not looking forward to the day when i wake up and smell dog poop, especially since we don't own a dog.

I am in a normal dream, watching a road on TV when a special alert comes across the screen. 24 injured in wood geyser pier accident.

I see the following pictures in flashes.
I see a road melting, a pond boiling, a wood pier catching on fire from lava, the ground level changing.

I woke up hot and sweaty, my focus on 24... my mind kept telling me 42, No it was 24 not 42

This was a meditation vision from a few weeks ago. I don't remember the exact date.

My intention was to learn what I needed to know, what was important for me to know.


I'm standing at the beginning of a yellow brick pathway. Two of my teachers are with me, one on each side. I eye the brick path and say, Really? The Wizard of Oz? One of my teachers tells me that they use the symbols that are familiar to help impart the message given. Oh-kay. Guess we're off to see the wizard then. We start walking along the path. It's a nice day for a hike and we wend our way through meadows and lightly forested areas. I talk with my teachers and they chat back with me.

We reach a big field of red poppies. I look out over the field and ask if I need to be concerned about falling asleep because the poppy field in the movie put the characters to sleep. No, I'm told, I'm awake and will not fall asleep again. We enter the field. I realize there are people asleep all over the field. Before I can ask, one of my teachers explains these are the people who are still asleep and those who choose to remain asleep. Unfortunately, he adds, this includes those who have been called and do not desire to answer the call. Green pin people, I say, a reference to a map I saw in another vision. Yes, I'm told.

Then we're in the wizard's chamber. Much smoke and bellowing, but I'm not really paying attention. I tell my teachers that I'm already aware that the wizard is just for show, that the real wizard is behind the curtain. They lead me behind the curtain and there's a man operating a console, oblivious to our presence. The wizard, I say. Got it. No, my teachers tell me, I do not see the full story. They lead me behind a partition into a darkened area, where the only light is that which comes from the lights on a control board. There are shadowy people moving around, operating the control board, people I can't see clearly. My teachers tell me these are the true wizards, those who manipulate in the darkness and behind the scenes, that they control those whom we believe to be in charge. These wizards are the true powers.

We're back on the yellow brick path again, walking into a dark forest. In the distance I see a large mountain, dark and forbidding. I've seen this mountain in dreams and visions for several years but I still don't understand the significance so I ask about the mountain, if it's the home of the wicked witch of the east and what was next, the flying monkey? I'm told to look at the sky, so I do. I see creatures flying around and say seriously? My teachers don't reply and I get the vibe they're waiting for me to really LOOK at the flying creatures so I do. This time I see that what I thought were flying monkeys were really dragons. I ask if this means the dragons are the "bad guys." No, I'm told, not all the dragons, that I know that not all the dragons desire ill for humans. However, understand that there are those who have been taught to fear all dragons, no matter what and no matter why, so my task will be all the more difficult because I will need to stand against such thinking to stand for the dragons. Oh-kay. But what about the wicked witch? I wonder. My teachers chuckle and I'm told that the scenario is a metaphor, not a faithful rendering. IOW, just because they opted to use "The Wizard of Oz" to impart information didn't mean it would be an exact copy. However, I was told, there did not need to be a wicked witch, considering the true wizards would cause enough mischief as they worked to gain their goals, which was to control all humanity.


Notes:

This was the first time my teachers have pulled from something that's an entertainment venue to impart information. When I asked why they chose to do it that way, I was told it had to do with the difficulty I was having with my meditations. That was true. I had a spate where I couldn't get into a deep meditative state to save my life. I couldn't dream, either, because my sleep cycles were screwed up to hell and gone. But it was important I hear the message so they gave me something I could easily understand(I tried to get them to sing "We're off to see the wizard" with me as we walked but they sighed, rolled their eyes, and we continued on. ).