Dreaming I Can Fly

Had another flying dream. I’m pretty good at it and I typically fly the same way each time. This time I was walking around my sister’s neighborhood. Lots of nice houses. There was a strict lockdown to ….where no one was allowed to play music . Sounds crazy but in this BRAVE NEW WORLD there’s no telling .

So I was walking around and the police came because they heard music. Then they started chasing me because I was walking in the street. So I started running. When they got close, I jumped on a car, then leaped on a house roof and ran up it. They seemed amazed at how effortlessly I did it . When I got my speed I felt this electric charge and whooop … up in the air. When I fly it’s not super fast but its moderate and it right side up, like Magneto on X-men.

I followed the music and it was coming from some little island resort on the lake. It was a private party. People were congregating and singing. I floated down and no one seemed to notice me. I saw some people I knew and when I walked up they were like “Oh hey…. didn’t see you at first”

I told them I flew over and they were like “Sure…” and I was like , ” I’ll show you…” and I levitated up . But the weird thing is …every time I did, they went into a trance and forgot I did it. Flying was making me literally invisible to their mind or doing something. I couldn’t even record myself because the electronics would disrupt.

I thought to myself that I must be using an electro magnetic field to elevate and propel myself through the air. My EMF was not only disrupting electronics, but was doing something to people’s minds to where they didn’t notice me or zoned them out. It was fuckin’ wild.

All in, yes when I dream… I dream deep hahaha.

My Dream about the Future #greatreset

I usually write my dreams in a dream book and keep them to myself. Or maybe, a notes section on facebook (no one really reads those). If you read this, then take it as you will. During these times I’ve already heard governments would be trying to hand out vaccination certificates as proof. I frankly found the idea somewhat cumbersome.

But in my dream, I was walking outside. I was at a mall. I noticed a lot of people overweight, tired, resting on the ground. My thoughts were that I needed to get to other side of the mall but I didn’t want to walk around it. Now that I’m awake I find it funny I would even consider walking around a mall versus through it.

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In the dream I noticed young security guards who were like children. I thought (who are they going to secure?) I decided to go inside the mall. It was crowded. People were watching a movie in a theater with no doors. They had to walk down into the theater in these amphitheatre like seats. You could hear the movie but from the top entrance, it would be hard to see unless you went in and sat down. It was like normal except one thing. Everyone was wearing these white bracelets. You know, the kind you get in a hospital.

When I woke, thought to myself, the security was checking those bracelets. They were the new “face masks”. Instead of paper, people wore these plastic bracelets much like when you go inside a concert when you’re over 21 that allows you to drink. But these were more long term use and scannable.

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I thought, if that became the new normal, a government may not have to mandate a vaccination but mandate businesses to keep people with no bracelet from entering. Because it was so small, people without one would seem irrational as more of the masses adopted it and it became a visual representation. Anyone could see from a distance if you were a part or not. The scan bar was the functional part as some would try to make fake ones. The scan bar gave enough digital information to third parties for green…acceptable… red expired. (oops sorry, ma’am you have expired, you cant come in. Call your local doctor to update) . I imagine they would use it for other verifiable data later.

Here’s the thing. Not everyone had one. All in all, it was a choice. But in order to be apart of their Brave New World, you needed to have some proof of entry or acceptance. Without it you lived on the outside. I’m not sure how I was able to see inside. I noticed no one in the dream was paying attention to others really; all zoned-out looking at screens (movies screen, phone, menus) So there’s a message there . We’ll see how far this world decides to go.

How Emotions Can Affect Your Reality

I think emotions, especially for men, can be seen as a negative thing and that really needs to stop. There is a link between consciousness, our subconscious, and how we feel about situations on a moment to moment basis. In fact it’s acknowledging those feelings where our true power comes. I found this thought provoking video with Jim Carrey talking on this subject, some people don’t know how deep this guy actually is because he is paid to be comically but just check it out.

Manic Monday

I hate it when I have a dream about work and then have to come to work…. I mean damn, I literally had a dream that I was getting off work and then life is like, “hahah just kidding you were sleep …now start over.” 

[insert sad face here]



Granted my weekend was lackluster and I just laid around. That’s what happens when you’re waiting for pay day. You don’t do shit. My mind is brainstorming ways to make more money outside of job (well other than being an author) but it’s not like I’m Anne Rice or J.K. Rowling or something (well not yet) .  I can’t cut any more expenses , unless car insurance is an option… yeah…probably not. LOL. 


in other news, I just joined Meetup.com … it’ll help me find social events to go to with people my age… ya know for working folk. I have friends, but they are EVERYWHERE and in every city. I dunno, I just want a social club or something to be apart of . Maybe I’ll volunteer. I checked into HRC (Human Rights Campaign) to see what they were about. I’ll keep you guys posted …

I had that dream again


…you know, the flying dream. I was walking in the night and spread my arms and the wind caught me. I kept going higher than I’ve ever been.

I kept telling myself… “don’t be afraid ” so I kept breathing and floating up. Flying for me in dreams is like swimming. I could see the city below me.it was night. I flew around a lake and crash landed in a tree. Lol

I walked home. The next morning everyone was in an uproar about the “flying man” and who he was…nobody knew. I kept quiet.  I was amazed at the news stories and how people were talking about …selling things and it was me.lol.

It’s All Just In My Mind…

I’m up early today about 5:30 AM.

My mind was pretty clear and I was just thinking about dreams. I was thinking at how I have these deep conversations, arguments, and mindless banter with people that I know and some I don’t ( well at least in this waking life ) . In the dream everything makes sense. But I was just thinking, as I sat in bed… all this comes from my mind. Every character, every discussion, every disagreement, every antagonist is generated by my mind.

That’s why I ask, why is this world any different?

I have always said that it is my theory that we , are all just one soul. Just because you don’t know what I’m doing now or where I’m going or I can’t control you from slapping the shit out me doesn’t mean that at some level, your mind and my mind are one.  (Even Jesus claimed that what people did to the least of people they were doing to him) We have these individual experiences and think that it is somehow different but just like every character in my dream is of different races, intellect, and class they are all ultimately dimensions of my own making. When we dream we are basically…talking to ourselves. (hmm so I guess a sex dream would be masturbation…hmm)

Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not being presumptuous and claiming to be the dreamer of everything… I might very well be just a dream character in your dream.  But that’s not my point. All in all, people believe they have a separate soul. I think there is just one soul. We’re one with the best of people… we’re one with the worst of people. We all just battle it out for “soul” control. There are characters I dream about that are scary as hell, or disgusting but yet… I dreamt it.

The human mind is an ocean of mystery. I compare our oneness with many creatures who travel and move instinctively. I believe the human mind connects us all in the same way. 

What is this Reality?

I woke up in a fright. Thought I saw something but I was just in mid-dream. Somewhere between sleeping and awake. What is a dream? What is being awake? What is my brain? What is my mind? Are they one in the same?

Just because something seems real doesn’t mean it is. How convincing it can be. Is what I see being inputted in my mind or outputted? Is reality something that my mind is recording constantly into my brain as I live life daily or the opposite? Is my mind merely projecting reality onto a white screen of awareness….

My eyes are the lens and I am a camera. Life is a movie. But is the movie being created or merely viewed…am I the director, the movie critic, or the actor? Perhaps I’m all three.