Recording occasional dreams in vivid details as best remembered.
20230604-1107. I was taking a rest when I came outta my lucid dreaming.
I saw a map of Europe.
I saw an arrow pointing to the upper left of a map.
The map was zoomed into an unknown local.
I saw and read the words Elluvium Hills.
I was thinking to myself if this is the exact location of the Ark of Covenant
End of blogging. 20230605-2031.
20221207-0255. Like I said last night I said the Our Father prayer and another prayer while having a nightmare.
I was struggling to breathe as I still don’t have my replacement Phillips Respironics CPAP device for my OSA Obstructive Sleep Apnea.
In this nightmare, I could hear the sound of rising ocean sea water, meaning the OSA is probably triggering my hypertension.
(You idiots hate me so much that I’m not allowed to have my CPAP machine at this point.)
Anyways, I was struggling to wake up from what might be a sleep paralysis because I was observing from a third person POV (point-of-view).
But I was inside my body and using my mind’s eyeballs and metal forcing myself to wake up by saying the Our Father prayer and probably other Catholic prayers such as the Apostles Creed and Glory Be.
I kept repeating the prayers and forcing myself to come outta sleep mode. These events has happened many times in the past and there prayerful technique has helped tremendously.
Although I-AM a critic of religious and spiritual stuff, Our Father saves us all. See?
That’s all. Flynn’s Paws.
20220927-0358.
https://ourspiritualworld.blogspot.com/2022/09/the-files.html
I’ve often wonder if those YouTube videos of those who passed onto the “other side”; yet lived on to tell about their experiences with Jesus Christ are true.
That’s why I’ve been fuming and wondered if murderers, rapists, thieves, and other vile sinners are allowed to continue theirs PURE EVIL and be forgiven!
That’s what irked me the most: why are so many really bad dudes allowed to act out their blasphemous ways against GOD yet could possibly be forgiven, if truly repentant?
Yeah y’all should NOT have said that but y’all just have to go ahead and did. Huh.🤷🏻♀️
The guy is loud but talented. He has BPD or previously known as MD. I noticed that such persons tend to have potty mouths and tempers.
Anyway, the guy was in my dream. Don’t ask me why! I’ve NOT shared my dreams for awhile because I got lazy and tend to forget.
But after noontime, I awoke – remembering the guy and the name, but NOT what happened.
I’ve been waking up around three to three-thirty in the morning and I’d work on my computer to tire out myself so I could go back to sleep.
Then today I went back to bed for my post-morning power nap at around nine thirty.
Sleeping has been better for me after loosing ten pounds in one month while eating my nutritious system of food that my body responds.
I guess I wasn’t intaking nutrients from my daddy’s steamed and boiled food. We don’t eat much steamed white rice or meat, too.
With that said, he and Respondent were the only faces in my dreams that stood out the strongest with their smiles. Other dreams had characters whose face I couldn’t make out. I rarely have dreams of my family.
Yup.
I awoke and told Mom about being an escort with Putin, Mister Russian President himself. Vladimir and I were already in bed trying to make out. But we were still fully clothes due to the distraction of Mexican, then Filipino guys with light skin and black hair rummaging through old boxes of clothes inside our master bedroom closet. Vladimir was on ‘his’ left side of bed while mine was on the ‘right’ side of the bed, which was closest to the small walk-in closet.
I took of my underwear and wore a beige thong. Then the two guys left us. This seemed like the only time they acknowledged that I didn’t want them in the master bedroom. Just as they almost closed our master bedroom door, Mom and others made noise coming through front door.
Some cousins and relatives didn’t notice us as Vladimir and I stepped out, hand in hand. He was on my right side. I noticed that I wore a black mini-dress and a black thick platform shoes, which made my height as tall as Vladimir.
Then he said something about an indivisibility shield and two secret service guys in suits and maybe dark shades came out to spray a border.
Upon our front grassy lawn, I got down on my knees and started cry but didn’t dare bury my face into the soil. I was relieved to be shielded.
Going To The Orgonise Africa Store With A Computer Problem https://johnjronline.wordpress.com/2016/11/13/going-to-the-orgonise-africa-store-with-a-computer-problem/
Off-topic rant only : Yeah, Fredericka, I believe, is the wife of George. If y’all don’t know, they appear to be whitish folks in South Africa, not that it matters. I think their orgone stuff is supposed to help Kenya and other places. But that was long ago. It’s business as usual. Good luck with the dream computer repair.
0043, sleeping with auntie aida, keep cashing her to wake up because she didn’t hear me. Mom dreamt. Intruder in our house. Everyone was awake except Aida and mom. Mom can’t be heard because she’s in shock. Tried to close our window back home and couldn’t.
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Mom shared a dream with me. In this dream, Mom was sleeping with the youngest sibling, her sister Aida. Mom kept trying to wake up Aids because Aida didn’t hear Mom. Mom said there was an intruder inside their house. Everyone inside the house was awake except for Aida and mom. Aida can hear Mom because Aida was in shock. Mom tried to close their windows but she couldn’t.
Dreamt of getting rainbow colored tattoo on my right arm. It looked like a slightly orange color, closing matching my skin tone. The tattoo artist was standing to my right at my right arm.
Then I was on the ground and some familiar guy was mounting me but through my pants. I could feel it and I clapped my hands to mom and others who were approaching in a transportation in front of me. I saw mom through the opened window.
I then stood behind her and others seated at a small round table outdoors as the whitish guy in a long brownish or tan colored lightweight overcoat. He may have been holding an attache case or something slightly bulky.
I was trying to show my right forearm tattoo to the other three cousins who have tattoos. But I didn’t want to roll up my dark colored or black long-sleeved jacket just to show them. For they were busy walking away.
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0644, awoke to mom’s voice around 0600. Dreamt of passing through armed guards toward central exchange. Two whitish burly guys behind y’all counter. One already being helped at right. I took the left unsure. Heard whitish guy behind me directing instructions. During transaction, whitish guy h behind me answered the counter guy that i needed a credit card. My face was up close to the counter stack of boxed Christmas tags. And the guy behind me pulled out one to toss to the county guy. I saw cursive writing of 1133 on the right side of each card. Then the whitish guy grabbed a stool and day behind me, massaging my shoulders. I glanced to my right and may have seen approved smiles from other humanz. I looked ahead and saw mirrors and myself. I patted his left arm with my right hand and closed my eyes.
Saw almost empty room of conveyor belt, and two workers. One Asian guy wore topless and a dark blue overall pants below the raising, barely showing puh hair. Another guy opening up the plastic bags containing fish, which are frozen stuck together. I took a closer look and so round brownish fish. I saw one with a strange humanized eye fish all round and stuck inside one brownish fish. I was saddened.
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Mom dreamt of a place full of refugees. The place was scary. She got lost and asked for directions and had to borrow someone’s cellphone.
20160822-221247.
Long ago, Mom recalled a dream about police suppression.
A few days ago, Mom dreamt about missing a rice cooker during a party with white humanz.
0618, awoke to bad dream after using toilet. Dreamt of woman climbing upward on right side of hull and tapping out sos with wrench she grabbed from side of engine block. Enemy Russian above was seen climbing down to bowels and hard taking sounds upon which i awoke. Bombing between two submarine vessels.
20160506-0700. I dreamt of walking, entering, and riding an elevator. I was coming from the right field of vision, stepped into the elevator and noticed to the left or my left of this elevator, an narrow vertical opening, which I thought was large enough to walk ‘through’ as if one would normally do while exploring the floors or at least climbing stairways towards the heavens. The room was a brownish color and somewhat brightly lit artificially but the sense that of natural sunlight.
I was peeking and saw that this ‘level’ was the number 39, which I might have seen posted just above and PAST this narrow opening. I tried to squeeze unsuccessfully through this narrow opening and found that I could only squeeze my ‘left’ side up to my shoulder blades. In other words, my arm was free to explore the walls at least. And my left hand found a button on the wall. The height was at the waist. The depth was at arm’s length. I pushed the button.
Then the elevator took off. The take-off was towards my relative right field of vision. The sense was motionless and soundless, yet I knew I was traveling. I was within myself.
Then I removed myself from my dream self and hovered outside he elevator and saw that I was among a landscape of dryness and brightness. The openness was vast. I was among vertical cliffs of natural formations in the shape of hills. There may have been mesas as if I a desert.
I reentered myself and continued to observe while riding inside this elevator. I can now see below my feet. The ground is full of craters. The crators were either covered with grayish plant life or open to reveal turquoise blue. Some craters were really huge. Some were small enough like a Jacuzzi. I could see some were VERY deep. I see some craters with closed openings, again due to the overall grayish landscape of plant ooverings.
I was hovering silently and landing or at least touching ground but not quite; while taking photos.
I then received a mental image of a book with pages written by a woman and her travels. The mental image was encased with blackish border and the image was like that of a book with noticeable pages.
I wanted to finish reading at least ten pages of her writing but I briefly heard Mom waking me up, and I also heard another woman talking to a man about another trip to a foreign land, but she sounded loud, if not irritated or impatient.
20160504-1511. I had a lucid dream in which I was holding a large needle-like object in my right hand and I was inserting this needle into the corner of a red brick. The corner seemed to be oriented towards my chest height. I was about to record the other part of this lucid dream but forgot.