The World is insane…

I will say one thing… If you want to sleep, having this card by your bed while you sleep ain’t it. The Levitator is about seeing the big picture. Here I’m thinking I’m gonna astral project or something and the most disturbing dreams came to me…

Everything is duality…the knowledge of good and evil and we keep eating off that damn tree.

All in all without sounding crazy… This world is crazy. It’s about the children. It’s always about the children. Maybe its because they have so much pure soul energy.

Bad people do things to children who either die or grow up disturbed and then, when those disturbed grow up and do things, the bad people who instigated things pretend to be good.

There are good people…but the pretenders run alot of stuff in the world … Government, Religion, and Entertainment. (Notice that’s where we always hear about some sort of secret child abuse scandal). And those main three really are all about controlling good people. These three control by distracting, dividing , and promoting fear . These are strong Powers… Like a snake with 3 heads. Pure evil.

Dream: I’m the DJ

So I start off this dream walking with some girls or girl down the street. I think she is a guest. There are bars all on this street. I can see inside most of them. There are long lines of people . I hate lines. As i keep walking it gets more crowded. it naturally transitions that I’m no longer in the street but in a club. Dreams tend to do that. I walk to the DJ booth and its empty. It looks like a toy. I’m playing with the controls and changing the music. I look at the crowd and they look fake. Like a virtual , cartoon version of a crowd but they continue to dance as if on queue.

These two girls try to talk to me and weasel themselves to sit in the booth area. It’s quite large , has a stage and several tables to sit at. I guess they want to feel important. As they sit down, another woman with a headset tells them to leave. When I look behind me at them leaving the dream transitions to the end of the of night when I turn back around. The club is empty. The stage crew is breaking down the stage.

I walk to the backstage area and two guys are harassing me. These characters seem familiar to me in my dream but not in my waking life. One knows martial arts and he keeps fake punching in my face trying to make me flinch.I catch his arm once and he acts surprised. I somehow video tape the ordeal and tell them to stop or I’m taking it to social media.They don’t seem to like that.

Cut to nicolas cage.

Why is Nicolas Cage in my dream? Well, it doesn’t matter . He’s built a robocop-like drone that has guns set on it and he’s testing it out. I’m watching in third person now. I’m thinking the drone is going to go kill these guys. Its backstage just shooting. dream ends.

Now I’m in first person again with my “boyfriend”. It’s a dream boyfriend because in real life I’ve never met this guy. He seems familiar though. He a white guy in his 40’s …emotionally unavailable. That’s everyone right? Anyways, I’m naked . I’m not sure if it’s before sex or after but he’s upset and tells me to go to my room. I guess we live together and have seperate rooms? I’m jumping into the dream in the middle of the action. I go to the bathroom. I have tarot cards but my dream tarot work different and almost float on their own. At that, I kinda “know” what I should do. So i go back to his room and he’s sulking I want to help him, he doesn’t want it. I try to talk to him on his bed and we flirt with our clothes on . He’s still sulking but allows me to cuddle him.

cut to outside…now i’m on a studio cart leaving a set. Was this all a movie?


I can only remember the last parts of the dream. I’m sure there was more. It’s like watching a movie and falling asleep in the middle and trying to put parts together.

But I remember it was time for dinner and I was with my family or at least a family getting ready to say grace. We all gathered and held hands. My mother was to my left. She told me to lead the prayer. As I began she kept stopping me to instruct me “how to pray”. She was like, “you have to hold your hands this way” or “you have to start with these words” .

It was taking a long time and I told her to stop, she was breaking the circle. I told her to hold hands and close her eyes, I would pray my way. I didn’t pray her way and as we held hands, my own prayer sort of conjured the spirit of God for dinner. Like literally. But all in all I gave thanks and the spirit was appeased

Suddenly, I was in a mall. There was a long narrow hallway and people were on the left side in line. I didn’t stand in line I just kept walking up. I saw the store they were waiting for and it looked like a thrift store. There were old jackets and whatnot. I thought, “why are people in line for this?”

I kept walking and saw one store closed but reopening in a different location in the mall. I was excited for some reason. I thought, “wow bigger space”.

The next corridor I saw some people coming out a door. It looked like a hallway from that movie, “SAW”. The walls were dirty and it was tiled like a bathroom. There were dirty open urinals to the right side and some men were using them. I waited. People were coming out this door on the far end. They were naked. They were deformed. Their body parts didn’t match. It was as if someone had taken parts off and reattached new ones. They were all stapled and sewed together in the most crude ways.

A doctor came out the door behind and pushed his way through, his apron and face mask was all bloodied. He didn’t see me. I was pressed against the wall to move out the way. On the wall, there were shelves of meat wrapped in plastic. But they weren’t just normal meat, they were human body parts. This was a doctor and a butcher. He was selling patient parts to people to eat….

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 … 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 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

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.