[Context: In waking life, we're in the middle of the COVID-19 pandemic, and work has completely shut down except for those of us that can work remotely. Starting Monday, 4/27/2020, Trevor returned to the office and warehouse in order to start putting away stock that has been delivered to the Goulets' previously so that we can slowly start getting up and running.]
In the dream, the morning that Trevor went back to work, I was told I could also go in since we would not cross paths, and so I went. When I got there, it was just Trevor in the warehouse, but shortly after, more people started showing up.
At first I was excited to see the other people as well, but I soon realized that they were all in Trevor's area helping out with the receiving, and they weren't practicing safe social distancing. Rachel was at the receiving tables within two or three feet of other people. Drew was walking around talking to everyone from only about three feet away. Adam, Brandon, Anita, Micah and all sorts of people were there, and no one seemed to care that we could be getting each other sick. For some reason I was even in the warehouse instead of back in my office away from everyone.
I really wanted to say something to everyone, but I just couldn't get it out, and I think part of it was that I didn't want to seem like the bad guy or stepping out of my place to tell everyone else what to do. I figured that if Rachel, who is normally very cautious, was ok with it, then it must be ok, but I knew deep down that it really wasn't yet. The dream ended there.
Saturday, April 25, 2020
Tuesday, April 21, 2020
Cleaning out the Miller Garage
It was night time, and there were a bunch of my family members in the garage at the Miller farm. (my maternal grandparents) Matthew, Michelle, my mom, Emily and Simon were there, as well as maybe one or two others. There was lots of light inside the garage, which was unusual because in waking life, I don't think there was any electricity or lights in there.
We were all working on getting the two sides cleared out, but mainly the side where the old pick-up truck and tractor used to be. As time went on, we got things out and it was looking very nice inside, although it was still very old with the twisted wood and dirt and board floor. I have no idea where we were putting the stuff that was inside, but it was disappearing anyway.
Eventually it was light outside, and we wound up outside of the garage, on the side that the road was on. I'm not sure what we were doing out there, but I was there with Simon, who was 4 years old at the time. We wound up having a run-in with some bees or wasps, which scared Simon. I think I wound up either taking his hand or just picking him up, and we ran off away from the bees towards the road but staying within the field behind the garage.
We were all working on getting the two sides cleared out, but mainly the side where the old pick-up truck and tractor used to be. As time went on, we got things out and it was looking very nice inside, although it was still very old with the twisted wood and dirt and board floor. I have no idea where we were putting the stuff that was inside, but it was disappearing anyway.
Eventually it was light outside, and we wound up outside of the garage, on the side that the road was on. I'm not sure what we were doing out there, but I was there with Simon, who was 4 years old at the time. We wound up having a run-in with some bees or wasps, which scared Simon. I think I wound up either taking his hand or just picking him up, and we ran off away from the bees towards the road but staying within the field behind the garage.
Sunday, April 19, 2020
Catching COVID-19 The Stupid Way
I was at a giant shopping mall that had a very modern or even futuristic vibe to it. A number of people seemed panicked and were running around, and there were a number of people with masks. I realized that it was due to COVID-19, and I quickly realized I had no mask on.
In all of the chaos, an Asian man came up to me, and I realized it was Patrick, who I worked with at MB in waking life when I lived in Texas and New Jersey. (But he didn't look like Patrick. He looked like Mr. Uekusa, a.k.a. "The Naked Comedian", but he was fully dressed.) He started talking to me, asking how I was doing, and he was very concerned about me not having a mask. While talking to him, I found out that he had it, and the understanding was that he was going to die from it. He wound up taking off his mask, and giving it to me. In the back of my mind, I knew that if I put the mask on, I was going to catch it, too, but for some reason I felt like I still needed to do it, so I did so.
Patrick and I went separate ways, and I continued on walking through the mall. The mask was very thick, and I was having trouble breathing through it. Eventually I wound up somewhere where it was confirmed that I now had COVID-19, and I wound up falling into a deep sleep.
Eventually I woke up, and the mask was gone, and somehow I knew that it was 500 years later. I hadn't aged at all due to the type of recuperative sleep I was in, but things looked even more shiny, sleep, metallic, and futuristic. I got up and was walking around, and I eventually ran into Zippy. (former coworker at GPC in waking life) She was very old with white hair, but it was her. I don't know how she had survived so long, but it was definitely her. We talked briefly before the dream ended, but I don't remember what about.
Patrick and I went separate ways, and I continued on walking through the mall. The mask was very thick, and I was having trouble breathing through it. Eventually I wound up somewhere where it was confirmed that I now had COVID-19, and I wound up falling into a deep sleep.
Eventually I woke up, and the mask was gone, and somehow I knew that it was 500 years later. I hadn't aged at all due to the type of recuperative sleep I was in, but things looked even more shiny, sleep, metallic, and futuristic. I got up and was walking around, and I eventually ran into Zippy. (former coworker at GPC in waking life) She was very old with white hair, but it was her. I don't know how she had survived so long, but it was definitely her. We talked briefly before the dream ended, but I don't remember what about.
Monday, March 16, 2020
Harry Potter and the Multiple McGonogalls
In spite of being a grown adult IRL, in this dream I was an 11 year old Harry Potter trying to get to my first year at Hogwarts. It was night time with a light drizzle. I had already been to the dormitory to drop off my belongings, and I was told I needed to get to "Hogwarts" for the evening meal and ceremony. In this case, I think Hogwarts actually meant the Great Hall.
After leaving the dorm, I was walking through the fairly empty streets of a normal muggle city. I came to a part that had fewer lights and I could see the night sky pretty clearly, and there were tons of stars out. I realized I had been instructed to follow the stars in order to make it to the Great Hall, but as I was looking at them, they started moving and swirling around. Some were small groups that moved around each other, and other stars moved across the canvas of the night sky.
I was starting to feel very frightened, both because I knew the stars were not supposed to move, and also because I was going to be late to the Great Hall, and as I looked around, Professor McGonogall showed up. She looked up at the sky and said something like, "This won't do," and raised her wand, swirled it around her head once and then flicked it at the sky.
All of the stars moved back to their original positions in about 5 seconds time. I looked around to say thank you to Professor McGonogall, but she was nowhere to be found. I didn't think much of it, and I kept walking until I finally got to the Great Hall.
When I walked in, Professor McGonogall came up to me and asked me where I'd been, and I told her about the stars and said, "Wasn't that you that came and helped me?" She said, "It certainly was not!" and acted very huffy about it. We quickly came to the conclusion that someone out there was pretending to be her, and that in spite of them helping me, it was someone that was dangerous and it was a very bad thing. She sped off to go deal with it.
A little while later the dinner and ceremony were done, and I was back at the dorm with Ron. I was in this spot that almost felt like a stone stairwell, but it was also supposed to be my dorm or bunk. It was very high up, and there was a window looking out into the moonlit yard to my right. I also had the feeling that the part of the dorm I was in was suspended over open air, like it was hanging off the side of a tower.
Ron was unpacking, I was telling him about what was going on with the imposter. He thought it was weird, too.
After leaving the dorm, I was walking through the fairly empty streets of a normal muggle city. I came to a part that had fewer lights and I could see the night sky pretty clearly, and there were tons of stars out. I realized I had been instructed to follow the stars in order to make it to the Great Hall, but as I was looking at them, they started moving and swirling around. Some were small groups that moved around each other, and other stars moved across the canvas of the night sky.
I was starting to feel very frightened, both because I knew the stars were not supposed to move, and also because I was going to be late to the Great Hall, and as I looked around, Professor McGonogall showed up. She looked up at the sky and said something like, "This won't do," and raised her wand, swirled it around her head once and then flicked it at the sky.
All of the stars moved back to their original positions in about 5 seconds time. I looked around to say thank you to Professor McGonogall, but she was nowhere to be found. I didn't think much of it, and I kept walking until I finally got to the Great Hall.
When I walked in, Professor McGonogall came up to me and asked me where I'd been, and I told her about the stars and said, "Wasn't that you that came and helped me?" She said, "It certainly was not!" and acted very huffy about it. We quickly came to the conclusion that someone out there was pretending to be her, and that in spite of them helping me, it was someone that was dangerous and it was a very bad thing. She sped off to go deal with it.
A little while later the dinner and ceremony were done, and I was back at the dorm with Ron. I was in this spot that almost felt like a stone stairwell, but it was also supposed to be my dorm or bunk. It was very high up, and there was a window looking out into the moonlit yard to my right. I also had the feeling that the part of the dorm I was in was suspended over open air, like it was hanging off the side of a tower.
Ron was unpacking, I was telling him about what was going on with the imposter. He thought it was weird, too.
Being "Let Better"
It was early morning, and I had just gotten in to work. It was still dark outside, and a lot of the lights were off in the building.I was in the process of getting settled when my manager, Sam, came to me and started talking. He was being weird and snarky (not at all like his IRL persona) and finally he let me know I was being let go. I was floored! "What do you mean let go?"
"We figured you could go work with John at Nabisco making Goldfish crackers. So don't think of it as being 'let go'. Call it 'let better', because we think will be a better fit for you."
[John recently left my company IRL under some mysterious circumstances, but to my knowledge, he's certainly not at Nabisco.]
I couldn't figure out where this was coming from. I said, "What about when you said before that if there was a problem with my performance, there would be plenty of advance notice and we could work on it?"
"We figured you'd forget it if we did, just like everything else," he snarled.
I was heartbroken. I couldn't figure out what the hell was going on. I wound up walking around the office, partially because I was supposed to be getting my stuff together, and partially because I didn't know what else to do. I talked to a few people, but I didn't get any real info about what was going on.
Finally as I was getting my stuff together, Rachel (co-owner) came by and was talking for a bit. I told her about what was going on, and she laughed and she said, "What? He didn't mention that it's only for 30 or 45 days? It's just for while the whole coronavirus thing blows over, and we figured you'd like doing something with your hands in the mean time." I felt so relieved, but I couldn't figure out why Sam was being so mean about everything.
A little while later I passed by Rachel again, and I wound up saying something to her about Hannah, which was her daughter that miscarried a few years ago. I think it was something along the lines of giving her a hug and saying that I know it can be tough when the anniversary comes around. She smiled and thanked me, and I went back to meandering around the office until the dream ended.
"We figured you could go work with John at Nabisco making Goldfish crackers. So don't think of it as being 'let go'. Call it 'let better', because we think will be a better fit for you."
[John recently left my company IRL under some mysterious circumstances, but to my knowledge, he's certainly not at Nabisco.]
I couldn't figure out where this was coming from. I said, "What about when you said before that if there was a problem with my performance, there would be plenty of advance notice and we could work on it?"
"We figured you'd forget it if we did, just like everything else," he snarled.
I was heartbroken. I couldn't figure out what the hell was going on. I wound up walking around the office, partially because I was supposed to be getting my stuff together, and partially because I didn't know what else to do. I talked to a few people, but I didn't get any real info about what was going on.
Finally as I was getting my stuff together, Rachel (co-owner) came by and was talking for a bit. I told her about what was going on, and she laughed and she said, "What? He didn't mention that it's only for 30 or 45 days? It's just for while the whole coronavirus thing blows over, and we figured you'd like doing something with your hands in the mean time." I felt so relieved, but I couldn't figure out why Sam was being so mean about everything.
A little while later I passed by Rachel again, and I wound up saying something to her about Hannah, which was her daughter that miscarried a few years ago. I think it was something along the lines of giving her a hug and saying that I know it can be tough when the anniversary comes around. She smiled and thanked me, and I went back to meandering around the office until the dream ended.
Monday, December 09, 2019
Trying to Outrun the Space Storm
(Oh man I wish I'd written this one down this morning. So many of the details are gone already. Even most of the narrative is lost...)
Towards the beginning of the dream, I was on some sort of space craft. It was a fairly large and spacious craft that had lots of windows. There weren't much in the way of lights on in the interior of the craft, but with the large windows, there was enough light coming in from the stars, planets and other celestial bodies that I could see fairly easily, comparable to a nightlight in a single bedroom, although the light was blueish. There were a few other people around, and we were supposed to be working together on something, but I think at some point we had to head back to Earth for something.
Later we were on Earth, and it was day time. I was near a balcony type of area in a large house, almost like it may have been the White House or something. Soon, something came down from above and landed on the balcony. It was either the people I had been on the space craft with, or it was new people, or a mixture of both. I want to say that the craft was just above the building, and they came down via something like a rope ladder. There was some brief discussion and it turned out there was some impending cosmic event that was coming up very quickly, and we had to go to try to either take care of it or outrun it. Somewhere in all of this, President Obama was involved. I think he may have been one of the new people in the group that was saying we needed to go.
Soon I was back up on the space craft, and pretty quickly things started to escalate. Whatever the event was (an explosion? an implosion? space-time just falling apart?) the craft started to move quickly away from it, trying to outrun it. It looked a lot like big clouds that just kept expanding faster and faster, full of light, and it was catching up to us. I feel like there was a good bit of discussion about whether or not we should try to stop at certain planets to try to "think our way" out of this situation, but we didn't really have time.
I feel like the dream ended with us getting right on the verge of getting caught in the edges of the event and feeling like we could have done more to get this thing stopped.
Towards the beginning of the dream, I was on some sort of space craft. It was a fairly large and spacious craft that had lots of windows. There weren't much in the way of lights on in the interior of the craft, but with the large windows, there was enough light coming in from the stars, planets and other celestial bodies that I could see fairly easily, comparable to a nightlight in a single bedroom, although the light was blueish. There were a few other people around, and we were supposed to be working together on something, but I think at some point we had to head back to Earth for something.
Later we were on Earth, and it was day time. I was near a balcony type of area in a large house, almost like it may have been the White House or something. Soon, something came down from above and landed on the balcony. It was either the people I had been on the space craft with, or it was new people, or a mixture of both. I want to say that the craft was just above the building, and they came down via something like a rope ladder. There was some brief discussion and it turned out there was some impending cosmic event that was coming up very quickly, and we had to go to try to either take care of it or outrun it. Somewhere in all of this, President Obama was involved. I think he may have been one of the new people in the group that was saying we needed to go.
Soon I was back up on the space craft, and pretty quickly things started to escalate. Whatever the event was (an explosion? an implosion? space-time just falling apart?) the craft started to move quickly away from it, trying to outrun it. It looked a lot like big clouds that just kept expanding faster and faster, full of light, and it was catching up to us. I feel like there was a good bit of discussion about whether or not we should try to stop at certain planets to try to "think our way" out of this situation, but we didn't really have time.
I feel like the dream ended with us getting right on the verge of getting caught in the edges of the event and feeling like we could have done more to get this thing stopped.
Monday, January 15, 2018
The New Incarnation of God
I was in an area that was like a big rounded hill with walking paths, stairs and benches around, almost as if it were a park. The hill was huge, like if it was a mountain unto itself. The weather was warm and sunny, the sky was very blue and the grass was very green. There were a lot of people around in small groups of two to five, and they were sitting and standing around quietly chatting with one another, and it was kind of like they were there waiting before a scheduled event.
I was about 200 feet away down the hill from the pinnacle of the hill/mountain, and I found myself in conversation with Pope Francis. He was telling me about the New Incarnation of God that would be with us soon. In preparation, I was supposed to hold the power of the New Incarnation within myself until the new person was ready.
I was wondering about him being there with me because I thought I had heard that he was no longer the Pope, and through a vision he showed me an image of a nervous looking young man, in his mid 20s with sandy hair, wearing the clothes of the pope, but looking very disheveled. He was standing in front of a bank of microphones outside in a city center somewhere, and the wind was blowing. He was looking from side to side, unsure of what he was supposed to be doing. Pope Francis told me he would be fine, but he was one of the youngest popes in quite some time.
When my vision came back to my current location, I saw my son, Simon off the side of one of the walking paths. He appeared to be about 4 years old (he's 2 in waking life) and was talking with a small group of people. I went over to him, and as I got closer, I realized that he was supposed to be the New Incarnation of God. He saw me and smiled and took my hand. There was some talk from someone near by about "getting him ready" and "making sure he's worthy" to take on the power and title, and somehow this involved us holding hands and jumping onto something kind of like a water slide that went about 30 feet down the side of a steep part of the hill.
We did a couple of practice jumps, and both were slightly wrong somehow. We may have been out of sync in our jumping or something. Then something clicked, he said he was ready, and we did a final jump and slide and it went off perfectly. He was now ready for the power and title of New Incarnation of God.
After the jump, we both climbed our way back to the very top of the hill where he sat on a small raised area, almost like a broad pedestal. I hugged him and kissed him and held his hands and transferred the title and power to him. People knew immediately what had happened and the people milling around started coming over to visit and talk with him. I stepped back to not be in the way. He was smiling warmly and everyone around him and started to glow with a faint golden light. As he was starting to talk to people, he started to transform slightly, looking more like a little Buddha. Specifically, the main thing I remember was that his hair started to grow upwards and loosely pulled itself together on the top of his head, kind of like a large loose bun, and then a second one started to form on top of that one, and a third on top of that one. The hair was moving of its own accord, even once it was in place.
He started talking a little more to the group at large, and kept his warm smile and demeanor. He was looking around at everyone, and every so often his gaze would rest on me for a moment and I could just feel the love pouring from him, and about this time the dream ended.
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