posted on Dec, 2 2021 @ 04:20 AM
I had an interesting series of dreams Tuesday into Wednesday that were in 3 memorable scenes. The first involved good coins. I had arrived to trade
some 17-18th century gold escudos (pieces of eight) at some dealer's shop, which actually looked like the one on Fletcher Ave on the inside. Except
the fella inside was not the real world owner, but Steven Ben-Nun from Israeli news live. Funny that. I got a better deal in physical weight, but I am
pretty sure the actual dollar value favored him. Strangely enough, we had no conversation involving biblical studies or global conspiracies.
The next one was my ol' lady driving the family and I across the bay, perhaps for a trip to the beach?? No clue I don't remember actually crossing
the bridge. Instead she pulls to the side roads that normally go under the bridge and back around, except it looked like a messed up dream version of
the friendship trail for pedestrians that goes parallel to the road across the way, so probably SR 60 or Gandy. But this was not a pedestrian bridge
at all, just another single lane road set off to the side for some reason. Problem was that instead of being elevated properly like a normal bridge it
ran kind of flat along the water for about a football fields length before actually going normal bridge above the water. As a result that flat stretch
was submerged in what was likely about two feet of water. She insisted on simply pressing through but this is a minivan. I distinctly remember making
the argument that attempting to do so would likely put us all in perril as the distance invovled at that minimum depth could very well see us being
taken away into the bay by the currents. I recall her reversing to get back on the main road , but not us crossing the bridge. I haven't a clue as to
why she even got off the clearly safer main road and normal bridge.
The third act was me returning from supposed coin shop to my vehicle which was parked in the lot of a bar/grill dancehall type joint, but a very small
one at that. There was a group of four, including at least one young lady hanging over my vehicle writing on it in what was likely some personal
attack against me for having a Trump sticker on my bumper. I don't recollect exact writing, but after words were exchanged I was certainly fighting
with at least two individuals. Officers observed but only became involved to seperate and ask me to leave the premises without retrieving my vehicle.
I know I remember walking down the street afterwards.
I just thought these were funny dreams, but this is a formula my dreams tend to follow. Typically there are at least two or three acts, and they often
Criss cross locations and/or people. Especially so if I wake up for a brief moment to take a drink from my water jug or put out a fire (guy slang).
Does anyone's dreams follow a similar pattern?? I can't recall if I ever just have a single long solid one theme/event dream when I sleep. I only
started remembering them again as I recently have taken one of my many breaks through the year from smokable medicine. I have a feeling this will be a
longer quitting time for me as it seems I can see the patterns of the universe better when my mind and body are clear of any foreign substances and it
is quite clear to myself that I am becoming much better at even predicting patterns by doing so. Many of you may call what I am describing amazing
intuition. I do not regularly consume alcohol or caffeine. There is never beer in my fridge and I do not drink coffee, AT ALL. Soda may be as little
as once a week to once a month. I just like a taste of pepsi sometimes, but usually the kids have already drank it all by the time I decided I want a
I have even creeped out a few folks with highly accurate analysis of their own thoughts, although I do not claim to read minds or hear anyone's
thoughts. I just often, feel or interpret very closely what someone is not saying out loud. Like I said, to the point where I have startled
coworkers on my accuracy. It's all mundane # though, I'm not guessing lottery numbers or day of deaths or anything like that.
But this is the second year in a row I suddenly decided to redirect my retirement account about a week before significant market correction as well.
Probably just a coincidence, but it got me a 41% value increase for 2020 and on track for 31%+ for 2021.
One thing I know for certain, I can feel a calling to stay pure in my mind, body, and spirit so strong that I cannot ignore it. And I'm the kind of
fella that has stoned out everyday for nearly a solid decade until about four years ago. Then I began intermittent breaks. I don't claim it's a
calling from Jesus, as I am a whackjob that believes Jesus was likely just an idealist from some advanced star traveling society that wanted to help
out some ignorant dirty apes being exploited. I will not however deny the power of faith, as I have personally witnessed how it can transform
Well, that felt good to put in writing. If anyone shows up with a straight jacket and a gun though, be forwarned I have no problem meeting the
creator; whomever/whatever it is. I enjoyed the dark void last time I was there, so it not really something I fear. I just want to talk funny dreams
and the likelihood that a pure temple (body, mind, spirit) are key to double plus good intuition.