Prolific Dreamer

I was in a dimly lit room where there was a small transparent cot like you would find in maternity wards for newborn babies. I was leaning over this cot feeling upset and saying goodbye to a newborn baby dressed in blue. I remember telling the baby to be brave, and knowing in my heart that it was brave. I looked behind me to see M.East weeping. I looked back down at the baby and I sensed it was passing over. I sensed a forward movement with the baby’s spirit. I remember weeping deeply just before I woke up.

I remember staying in the States at a hotel, and I was preparing to leave when Carrie appeared and asked me if I wanted to stay for a while longer to celebrate her birthday. She had booked a room at the hotel for her birthday. Roszita was with her. I remember seeing a clear blue sky, and I saw what looked like a car park with small vehicles.

After that I was in a living room with Linda and Roszita. I was sitting in an armchair opposite them and they were sitting in armchairs. They were bickering over something. I yelled, “Hey!” to nip the bickering in the bud. Roszita stood up and stepped out of the room, she looked upset. I followed her and saw that she had tears in her eyes. She told me that she doesn’t get attention from her mother. I tried to console her.

I was in New York with a woman who is somehow connected to John. She had blonde hair that wasn’t quite shoulder length. She looked like she was in her 50s. The woman was standing by a window looking out.

We were in a large room with a hot tub and a small group of naked guys in their 30’s or 40’s wearing weird cream-coloured loin cloths. Their faces and hair kind of reminded me of Eskimos or a similar nationality.

I was either in the hot tub or standing next to it when the building shook like a bomb had exploded. I noticed a small black screen in front of me and someone was behind me pointing at a graph of some sort that was being displayed. It was monitoring the shaking.

I saw a building with the Statue of Liberty next to it. It was a library but it was a famous one. I saw the top of the building, and there were people on top of it. When I saw the rooftop of this library, I saw a massive golden-haired baby (imagine a Godzilla sized baby!) just sweeping its arm across the top of the building, causing that part of the building to topple over. There were people on the rooftop and I saw some scaffolding. There were some people on there trying to escape. They fell to their deaths. The baby was chuckling and smiling, just as if it was playing. I realised the baby represented myself. While this was going on, I felt some rumbling similar to the shaking I had felt previously. I looked up and saw a tree. I also saw a small group of people walking by the tree. The baby went with them. The group of people were so tall they were taller than the tree. I noticed they were in similar attire to what the Romans used to wear - except for the colours. I noticed one of them was wearing a golden helmet with a large plume of feathers in the centre of the helmet. Another one was wearing a vivid red tunic of some sort. I didn’t see their faces because they were walking away from where I was located with their backs to me.

After that, my focus was back in the room with the hot tub. The group of men were climbing out of the hot tub. Two or three of them grinned and flashed their privates at me. Their privates were massive. Needless to say, I felt shocked.

I approached the woman by the window and asked her about the library. She told me she knew which one I meant and I think she told me the name of it but I can’t remember. She seemed rather preoccupied and a bit grumpy. While I was in the room I felt some more shakes.

I saw a man who told me that there are several major cities going through a similar situation as we were experiencing in New York. He was talking about what mankind needs to do. The basic message was that we must do all we can to settle our differences (battles, etc) this century because next century we won’t have the time or opportunity.

At some point, I was viewing the base of the library building. Someone was restoring it or repairing it. The brickwork was a dirty white, and I could see reddish brown bricks right at the base next to the ground. Someone was cementing some circular objects on a brick, which made no sense to me. I saw an external staircase leading to a door. The steps were very narrow, about the width of a foot. There was an old rusty metal banister on the side of the steps.

At the end of the dream, I saw G outside. It seemed that he had just arrived in the city and he had a stunned expression on his face.

I remember I was in a dimly lit room and a grey-haired middle-aged man approached me from behind on my right side to tell me that my attitude towards male genitalia needed to be addressed because it’s negative. I saw G standing in front of me with a large window behind him after the man delivered his message. G was telling me that the size of a penis doesn’t matter. I tried to explain why larger penises appeals to me.

I saw John sitting in front of his work PC in his office at his workplace with the lights off reading this blog, looking bemused. I knew he was reading this entry.