I am in a hotel room in Hawaii. I am in bed. There is a huge brownish red bug flying around me trying to sting me. It looks like it is something from the prehistoric age. I am yelling for my husband to help me. I feel a lot of panic as I am swinging my arms around trying to swat this flying critter away from me. The bug is now gone. It has now been replaced by a friendly parrot that is gray in color with some yellow feathers on it. It is climbing around on some type of flower/nut/fruit arrangement in my hotel room. I now feel amused watching him and much calmer since the bug is gone.

Half-Life

May 9/10, 2014 - No emotion attached

I am looking at the exterior entrance to a concrete facility. The concealed door and a part of the road by the door is painted a faded red colour. There are concrete asymmetrical arches above the door.

Next scene - there are cots and lockers in a small concrete room that feels like it is underground. I am shown two bars, like on a bar graph. One is half red and half grey and the other is half yellow and half grey. They have something to do with 'half life'. Two men in military uniform are sitting on the cots talking. One of them is Dennis Quaid. The feeling is that they are concerned with the loss of their kid's lives. Two boys (I would say about 5 or 6 years old) are playing with a soccer ball. One is wearing a red shirt and the other is wearing a pale blue shirt, both with shorts and sneakers. There is a ref's black and white jersey hanging on a hanger on a locker door.

In scene three there is a mother entity present. She has shoulder length brown hair and is dressed in a blue shirt and jeans. She is watching the boys play with the soccer ball on the concrete driveway. This part is more felt than seen.

I am then shown a map of two countries. The shape is much like an ice cream cone with a BIG scoop of ice cream squished into a more oval shape on the top of the cone; more ice cream than cone; more ice cream to the right. The ice cream is one country and the cone is another. I'm only using the ice cream cone as a visual example. It has nothing to do with the dream.

Next, I am given/shown (not clear) a purchase bill for 566 (five, six, six) ($566.00 or $5.66??).

I am standing a door way looking out. It is void of light ,pitch black. I tell my husband we have to go out there, I know it is dangerous but we have no more food.If we don't go out there we will starve. We spend the night hunting for food in the void. When I awake I think I need to stock up more survivle stuff because we are going to need it..

X The headlines in the newspaper where white.

I was walking around and then my cell phone rang. It was a automated call. The voice was female and said" This is an automated call to inform you that George Ure and his wife have were killed in an accident in July." I turned to my husband and said is this some kind of joke I just emailed George yesterday. He took the phone and listen. At that point I woke up.

I thought about not submitting this then when I came to the story Kate story that was posted this AM.. there was my sign.

May 6, 2014 - First Quarter Moon
It's a lovely day and I've walked halfway down our long curving black driveway, which is surrounded by trees in full summer leaf. After I take care of some private ritual business off to the side in the grass, I begin walking slowly back up the driveway toward the house. Everything feels absolutely real, more vividly sensual than normal; even the slightly rough texture of the black asphalt beneath my bare feet tempts me to lie down on it and experience it's unique sensation more intimately. I dismiss this urge and for a few moments the world goes dark, but not completely, because to the right of one of our tallest tulip trees there is still the luminous sky, and the edge of the darkness is defined by the shape of this beloved tree I look at every single day. Relaxed, I continue walking, simply waiting for my full vision to return, which it does. Once again I'm walking on a lovely sunny day. I'm thinking about, feeling deeply grateful for, how much I love my home as I round the final curve in the driveway. The house comes into view and immediately I see a man walking toward me. Behind him, an intimate group of people is gathered at the top of the driveway where it merges with the brick courtyard. My heart literally seems to expand in my chest when I realize the visitor is Papi!
He strides across the grass toward me, smiling his beloved smile. Above "normal" clothes he's wearing a flesh-colored fur cape, long and affluent-looking but light enough to billow around and behind him. I hurry to meet him, staring joyfully at his face and into his eyes. "Papi! I didn't expect you!" I see that his third wife Adela (who is still alive) is part of his retinue as she shoots me a look that clearly says they need to be on their way. Papi lets me know without actually telling me so that he only dropped by to say hello, he can't stay; already he's turning toward the big car around which the others are gathering. I suffer the sinking feeling I am all too familiar with—it's obvious I want to spend more time with him than he does with me, which makes me really sad. I protest, "You can't just stop by for five minutes, Papi! You have to stay! Please, Papi!" I will NOT let him leave so soon...
Abruptly, we are all inside a small rectangular room I know is part of my house (not in waking reality). I instantly grasp that this is an antechamber of sorts where guests can congregate, as they do now, some sitting, others standing and talking in the even light. There are no lamps, no furnishings at all, but a man with dark hair, his back to me (my brother?) is loudly and passionately playing a piano. Papi is standing a few feet away from me, smiling and saying something to someone. He looks good, healthy, and this makes me happy but also confuses me. Can it be his leukemia is in remission? He has been sick for years, and yet not only is he still alive, he looks as though he might actually be getting better?
A dark transition I can't remember... The next thing I know, I'm sitting in a bigger and darker room, and Papi is seated in the center of a couch diagonally across from me. Keeping my focus on him, I somehow manage to pull myself up and over to him, where I look intently down into his eyes and say, "It's okay, I'm lucid now. I wasn't lucid before. I understand that you're dead." Smiling he replies, "Of course I'm dead." Still standing over him, I declare, "I haven't been lucid like this with you since the night on top of that building in Coral Gables, when we were going to go down and eat together." He responds to this but all I remember of what he says is, "Of course you would." I sit down beside him on the couch to his left. As we talk, I look directly into his dark eyes, which appear bloodshot... or is it that his pupils and irises are wider than in physical life and obscuring the whites? I ask him many questions, and our positions relative to each other occasionally shift as we converse. I wish I could remember everything we talked about word-per-word, but I know for a fact that I was perceiving the Other Side as he is experiencing it. At the beginning of our long conversation, I clearly sensed from him that life-after-death wasn't what he had expected it to be; it is much like physical life but infinitely more dynamic, a "process" he is actively, profoundly engaged in.
At one point, while we're both standing, he tells me about a female acquaintance who really wants this particular golden mausoleum. I realize he's making a joke about dead people tomb-hunting just like living people house hunt. I exclaim, "You don't really live in mausoleums here!" and he smiles at me the way I remember him doing when he was pulling my leg.
Well into our conversation, I ask him, "Is there an infrastructure here?" He looks away, and the wonder in his voice is shadowed by fear as he answers, "Maria, it's as if the center of the city is alive..." This makes wonderful sense to me and I tell him, "It must be the heart" as in the Sacred Heart. The image that flashes in my mind when he says this is of an open city square filled with a misty dark-blue light manifesting between the buildings and joining earth and sky, jutting out slightly almost like a breast subtly pulsing, profoundly, unfathomably alive and yet only one small intimate connection—like a private bay adjoining an unimaginably vast ocean—to an absolute supreme awareness, all-knowing, all-nurturing, all-giving, unending Life. It is nearly impossible for me to describe what I felt in that vision, but I instantly grasp that the world Papi is living in now constantly manifests his innermost thoughts and feelings. Excited, I tell him, "I have a theory, Papi, that we are all like cells in a single body, so here (the Other Side) individual souls might be like cells bringing this world to life." I seem to comprehend that the activity of "day-to-day" life here centers on experiencing and "working" with your soul which is effectively turned inside-out.
Perhaps before the above exchange Papi and I are facing each other, only now I'm lying on my back with him straddling me. Studying his appearance, I observe, "You don't look like yourself right now, Papi" because I'm seeing an attractive, dark-haired, naked young woman with a pale chest as flat as a boy's. He tells me, "This is what I want to look like... this is me..." I understand. Years before he died, he once confided to me, "Whatever else might be true of me, there is no doubt I love beauty" as he gazed at a woman who had just entered the restaurant where we were eating. In the dream he tells me, "I have all I want right now, to look like this, and to be with you, Maria" which makes me very happy.
We're sitting up facing each other while also somehow embracing. I say, "I've asked you a lot of questions, Papi, and I've been dreaming for a long time. It's going to be hard for me to remember everything you said. Can you go back to looking like Papi now?" At once he does so and I suggest, "Let's go over the points we covered. First, the infrastructure here is alive..." I phase out of the dream.

Dreaming about snakes in the water. I am walking and dad is behind me over the low water bridge that the water is coming over. I am hopping on rocks trying not to get my feet wet and I see snakes in between the rocks. I am counting them 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14?? I think I stop at 14.My dad decides to play with them or something and is touching them. I am asking him to stop touching the snakes, but he isn"t listening. I walk all the way across the bridge and back and I see my dad and he says something like ugh. I look at him and his lip/tongue/mouth area is bleeding. I ask him if he got bit by one of the snakes and he says yes. I ask him if it was the copperhead and he just asks me if I know where the jumper cables are. I know what he is going to do (An old remedy for snake bites, he is somehow going to hook up the battery with the cables and touch the cables to the snake bite to neutralize the venom with a shock from the battery. I ask him if that is his only plan and he says yes. I am telling him that he can do what he is planning on but that we HAVE to leave and go to the emergency room just in case it doesn"t work. I tell him that we have to have a backup plan. "You can"t just do that and wait. You have to at least start heading in the right direction just in case." (Direction of the hospital).

In the dream my brother was in the hospital, he wasn't my real brother, but a larger guy with glasses, dark hair, and a beard. He said his friend was coming to visit him and looked identical to him. I was walking down the hallway and a woman came up to me a bit hysterical she said "I'm so sorry, I just went into that room (my brothers I'm waiting for my son and he looks just like him, I should have just waited, but I thought he might already be here." She explained she was so upset because it made her think about what if it really was her son in the hospital. The dream transitioned to a house and I was swimming in a pond/lake of some sort with a huge whale, and the whale would follow me around, but there were certain areas the whale couldn't get to. The edges where made of ice, but they weren't cold the water was fine, and I was fine underwater for a while. Then my dad and sister were there and we were out of the pool I was playing in the sand of some sort. We had all been talking and I was going to tell a story, my mom and dad kept telling me to do chores while I was telling them the story and I'd pick up the stuff they pointed at but would lose my train of thought and was getting frustrated. My dad said he didn't have all day so I needed to continue with my story already I yelled at them and said they didn't care what I had to say and I'd have been able to speak clearly if they weren't constantly telling me to do things while I was talking. I stormed off, but my mom followed me. I was going to tell her off, but she somehow said something that made me pause she indicated that there was an opening at her work and pointed at a calendar. My friend Krista was looking for a hygienist job and my mom works at a dental office. Then I woke up.

In my dream, I was on business travel with 3 other people. The "manager" was a lady, I did not recognize her. For some reason I had a rental car that was at a location, I don't remember where, but we were going to go past that location to go to an airport, leaving my rental car behind. We went back to a hotel (again not sure where) where we all got our luggage, but it was not where I had my rental car, and it was not near the airport.

(NOTE: this dream was moved by Eagle1 to Proj August. The original dream was posted by Aliceinwonder on 20140505.)


It's during the day not sure what time kind of hazy light. I'm standing on one side of an inlet surrounded by pine or fir trees and occasional boulder. I'm looking across the water to the other side where it's heavily forested also. A passenger plane flies along the tree tips from left to right heading for a mountain at the far right of my 'view frame'. The plane tries to ascend sharply just before the mountain but only succeeds in crashing belly first into the mountain.

i dream a lot but not like this. It's the only time I asked to see what happens in August.