Meanderings~Take8


Miley’s new song inspired is beautiful

I’m writing down my dreams, all I’d like to see

Starting with the bees, or else they’re gonna die

There won’t be no trees, or air for us to breathe

I’ll start feeling mad, but then I feel inspired

Thinking about the days coming home with dirty feet

From playing with my dad all day in the creek

He somehow has a way of knowing what to say

So when I’m feeling sad, he makes me feel inspired

We are meant for more

You’re the handle on the door

That opens up to change

I know that sounds so strange, today We are meant for more

You’re the handle on the door

That opens up to change I know that sounds so strange

‘Cause you’ve always felt so small But know you want it all

And I hope you feel inspired

Oh, I hope you feel inspired

And how can we escape all the fear and all the hate?

Is anyone watching us down here?

Death is life, it’s not a curse Reminds us of time and what it’s worth

To make the most out of it while we’re here

We are meant for more

You’re the handle on the door

That opens up to change I know it sounds so strange, today We are meant for more

There’s a lock upon the door

But we hold the key to change But how can we escape all the fear and all the hate?

Is anyone watching us down here??

and Malibu Lyrics

I never came to the beach or stood by the ocean

I never sat by the shore under the sun with my feet in the sand

But you brought me here and I’m happy that you did ‘Cause now I’m as free as birds catching the wind

I always thought I would sink, so I never swam I never went boating’, don’t get how they are floating’

And sometimes I get so scared of what I can’t understand

But here I am Next to you

The sky is more blue In Malibu

Next to you In Malibu

Next to you We watched the sun go down as we were walking

I’d spend the rest of my life just standing here talking

You would explain the current, as I just smile Hoping I just stay the same and nothing will change

And it’ll be us, just for a while

Do we even exist? That’s when I make the wish

To swim away with the fish

Is it supposed to be this hot all summer long?

I never would’ve believed you If three years ago you told me I’d be here writing this song But here I am Next to you

The sky is so blue In Malibu Next to you In Malibu

Next to you

Next to you

The sky is so blue In Malibu Next to you

We are just like the waves that flow back and forth

Sometimes I feel like I’m drowning and you’re there to save me

And I wanna thank you with all of my heart It’s a brand new start

A dream come true In Malibu

Written by Miley Cyrus, Oren Yoel Kleinman

Copyright © Universal Music Publishing Group

On This day June 17 201 by daughter Cynthia

So many times I wanted to call you.

So many times I wanted to thank you for being my mother

Just as many times I wanted to feel you holding my hand

Telling me how much you always loved me

I wanted to touch your face and feel the softness

I miss your laugh, the way your blue eyes twinkled mischievously when you smiled

Truly, we never know what beautiful gifts we have in our lives until they are no longer present

Miss you always Mama

July 31 1924-June 17  2004

If roses grow in heaven Lord, then pick a bunch for me. Place them in my mama and dads arms and tell them they are from me. Tell them that I love and miss them, more so everyday, and when they turn to smile, place a kiss upon their cheeks and hold them for a while…

I love and miss you mama and dad!

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9:29 PM 6/16/2017

Shadow Person Manifesting as shapeless, dark masses with no human features, mostly seen in the peripheral vision, shadow people move between walls, just generally causing a feeling of dread.

1:18 AM 6/18/2017

I watched the 1997 version of Titanic. I still like the 1953 with Robert Wagner better.

Barbara Stanwyck says to her husband Clifton Webb. Her unfaithfulness in his eyes was not an immoral act, but a breach of etiquette.

Rose DeWitt Bukater (who later became known as Rose Morgan Dawson Blake-Calvert

February 19,1895-October 1,1999 aged 104) is the heroine in Titanic and the love interest of Jack Dawson.

In the film, she is portrayed by Kate Winslet and Gloria Stuart  (Winslet played a younger Rose while Stuart played an elderly Rose). Jack Dawson and Rose DeWitt Bukater, portrayed in the movie by Leonardo DiCaprio and Kate Winslet, are almost entirely fictional characters

James Cameron modeled the character of Rose after American artist Beatrice Wood, who had no connection to Titanic history.

The movie’s love story is also fiction.

I am loving the night-light on Windows 10 Creative update, so easy on the eyes in the dark. Also the Quite Mode.

9:40 PM 6/18/2017

Listening to Bamboo Rain sticks in the background on my list called ‘Soundscapes.

I canceled Cable TV last year. Do not regret. Fast internet and land line is all I really need.

Cat Crack I created playing on the TV in front room. Both Minnie and China amused as is normal for them. Especially the birds. I am so happy Minnie is making progress. She has even started coming when I call her again and she doesn’t just stare endlessly at her water bowl.

Did you hear what so and so and so did to so and so??????

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Sleep calls my name like a siren mermaid out to the ocean. I shall answer the calls.

5:13 AM 6/22/2017

Listening to Calm thunderstorm

https://www.calm.com/

Season 3 THE RANCH lacks and lags behind. Debra Dancing with Sam one minute and leaving with a thief in the next. Dysfunctional doesn’t even come close.

Love, Sunshine and water can’t go wrong.

5:01 AM 6/22/2017

It’s AM.

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I listened to Thunderstorm all night. It is still playing. I slept well but had disturbing dreams of demons and both my cats were burned badly.

They survived and the dream fades thank goodness. It was too horrid to remember.

As far as the Thunderstorm

I went to sleep thinking of walking out on a veranda on a warm evening.

The skies were getting dark and the temperature of the hot days heat had lessened.

I curled up on the porch swing with my book and comfy quilt.

The thunder rolled and the lightening lit the sky with moments of clarity ad vision.

The rain began falling.

The ground seemed to open up in thankfulness as the rain seeped down deep into the earth.

Creeks and small streams filled quickly with the rain non stopping.

They ran over their banks and became like swift rivers.

I felt safe and content curled up on the porch swing.

I was dry and warm.

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5:51 PM 6/22/2017

I seem to always be in THINK mode. Sometimes it overwhelms me. Things that come to my mind. I ask the intrinsic nature of why.

intrinsic in·trin·sic (ĭn-trĭn’zĭk, -sĭk) adj. Of or relating to the essential nature of a thing.

10:50 PM 6/22/2017

Just watched the sweetest movie “A Dog’s Purpose” lyrics to theme song

Lyrics:

Don’t let your head hang low

You’ve seen the darkest skies I know

Let your heart run child like horses in the wild

So take my hand and home we’ll go

The sun it glows like gold

Feel it warm as a burning coal

Let your soul shine bright like diamonds in the sky

So take my hand and home we’ll go Home we’ll go

It’s a long road but we’re not alone

Together we stand and we’re coming home

Together we stand and we’re coming home

12:14 AM 6/24/2017

New documentary on the Titanic Fire was raging in Titanic’s boiler rooms before she left port.

Fire, Water and Ice never has got along well.

“Choose your companions before your road.” Old Berber saying

8:43 AM 6/28/2017

Still considering the summer buzz.

“I Am Not My Hair” by India Arie “I am not my hair I am not this skin I am not your expectations, no I am not my hair I am not this skin — I am the soul that lives within”

12:09 PM 6/28/2017

Your Vibe attracts your Tribe

1:42 PM 6/29/2017

In the bushes in plain sight were two iguanas’ having at it. They looked like T-Rex and Godzilla.

Have a beautiful day

Relax

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Sleep Talking Gibberish


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I freaked them out last night talking in my gibberish dialect. I was sound a sleep. Wish I knew what I said.
I have been told on numerous occasions that I do this.
My mother was affiliated with Jehovah’s Witness, her close friend and sister in the faith said I needed help and was possessed of some entity.
I forever rebelled and repelled that CULT.
The information below was taken from this website.

http://snoringcenter.com/snoring/what-is-sleep-talking-is-it-safe/

“Sleep talking can be coherent or complete gibberish and not even spoken in the person’s native tongue. Just as often, sleep talking doesn’t carry the same voice and tone as the person would if speaking while awake. He or she can sound completely different.
The lighter the sleep, the more intelligent the sleep talking is. In sleep stages 1 and 2, the talking is more intelligible, while in stages 3 or 4, the talk might be restricted to moans and gibberish.”

More information found here:

https://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/the-land-nod/201307/sleep-talking-what-does-it-mean

Daymare Naps and Nocturnal Nights


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During my nap today.
I dreamed I was in my house.
Everything was in place and clean.
When I woke their was all kinds of furniture, dishes, clothes in the front room. The exterminator was spraying a huge bird that had flown in.
He fell to the floor and I noticed he was so beautiful,

a phoenix bird.
To dream of a phoenix stands for rebirth and eternal life. It may also indicate a past that continues to haunt you.

I immediately started reviving him so I could free him.
I told the men to leave because I had animals and did not want the poisonous sprays getting into there tiny lungs.
I also told them to take all that furniture and stuff with them.

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Large house. I with the cats,dogs and other people’s babies were there.

The clock said 1 AM but it was really 6:30 AM.

I told them to lower the music or I would have her evicted. She was looking around and saying “what did you do with this and where is my little trinkets ?”

I told her I did nothing with her stuff which in my dream I had not.

The dog was writhing and howling in pain, the cats were all crying and babies were screaming.

That is when we noticed the brown paper layers that were in front of a unique shelving. We began tearing them off one by one and nothing was there but empty shelving.

All our crystals and keepsakes gone.

The dog died and froze.

I was holding on to Minnie but she wanted down.

A lady was sitting in a chair and said what the heck is that and turned it upside down.

Babies still alive, but dying fell on the floor screaming, covered in scorpions and spiders.

That is when we first saw the crawlers, the poisonous spiders, red tipped scorpions that kill with one sting.

They were everywhere as if someone had came in and released them too do their deathly deeds.

I was awakened suddenly by Shy Cat howling in a way I had never heard before.
A forlorn, cry. Than total silence.

I got up to check on him, my cats and birdies.
I made coffee.
I can not sleep now.

I have been drinking lots of water. I went to bed at 1.
Did not watch anything craze on TV before sleeping.

Dreams of Spiders:

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Spiders

To dream of a spider denotes that you are being ignored and overlooked by others. Perhaps you feel that it is best to avoid someone or something that will only influence you negatively. The spider also represents female strengths and intensity. It may be implying that there is some entity trying to keep you safe from your own actions. If you kill a spider, it indicates that you will soon face hardships and obstacles.
To see a spider spinning a web implies that your energies and exertions will result in great gifts. This can be in the form of career advancement, elevation in social status, or prosperity. Spiders represent imagination and artistic nature.
On a negative note, spiders may suggest that you feel stuck in a negative relationship. Perhaps your significant other is being too dependent on you. It can indicate that you are being influenced by someone or something that is detrimental to your happiness or safety.
To see a spider climbing up a wall in your dream implies that you will achieve your goals in the near future.
To dream that you are bitten by a spider symbolizes an issue between you and a female associate. You may be feeling entangled in a relationship that you no longer want to be a part of.

Scorpions

To dream of a scorpion signifies an experience that has caused you great pain or grief. It may also indicate insensitive and resentful words or thoughts that an enemy holds about you. Your dream warns that you may be treading into a territory that can only bring you sorrow and loss. The scorpion symbolizes change and a new beginning. It may be necessary for you to discard previous beliefs and ideals and adopt new ones. Also, the scorpion may be a symbol of a person who was born under the Scorpio zodiac sign.
To see scorpions floating in water signifies that you must resign yourself to the fact that an event or situation has indeed occurred and cannot be changed. There is a possibility that you are experiencing the stages of grief and learning to continue on with your life.

Two Sundays


Last Sunday

Wow, it’s been a weird day. It started out fine.
I love sitting in my director’s chair feeding all the creatures that come too greet me. Especially on the weekend with no hustle and bustle of the school kids going off on the buses that come one by one to pick them up. The garbage collector doesn’t run either so those horrid sounds are not missed. Coffee in hand, it is a beautiful Sunday morning. The sky an azure pastel as it starts to brighten up the day. It is so interesting watching the cats so amused and yet fearful to step even an inch out the front door which I am thankful for. It is quite in the apartment. I can still hear frogs and crickets from the bedroom window. The heat of the day has begun.

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Dreams entertained me until I heard a faint “I love you , Mama” as Rhea was going out the door to work at 2:45. When I did get up it was 3 in the afternoon.
So, I am feeling a bit odd. I evidently needed to sleep. The other night I had nightmares. I woke Rhea calling out to “Mommie” over and over. No one could hear me in my dream.
Than several others that have went the elusive way of dreams.
And when I do sleep soundly, it seems like I dream the whole entire time.

It’s like going to a movie that lasts all night.

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This Sunday

Last Evening

A very loud crash, the birds were just covered and than BOOM. The silverware tray I had attached to the wall with all my nick-knacks and smaller crystals came down when Minnie’s frame fell off the wall striking it. I suppose when I covered the parakeet cage the cover perhaps rubbed the frame the wrong way.

The cats woke me with crying like they had not been fed in days.

Put the crystals and other nics on the other wall.

Drama continues, too many holes in the cheese.

The Baby shower was nice. I sat out on the lounge and watched the waves come off shore.

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SunPar 3-D Dream

Universal Message:
Your mind is apt to be challenged, dear Scorpio, by a strong force that is calling on you to lift off the ground and take flight. More than likely there is a strong person or situation that enters the scene today to remind you of the importance of the imagination. Don’t get so fixed in your position that you fail to see the benefits of other ways of looking at the same thing.


Flashback

8/20/2002

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This is a powerful message that came to me in a dream.

My fingers may make typo’s but I want to get down as much as I can remember and the sequence in which it came.

I went to sleep at 4 am with Purrby by my side. Inside my dream I was awakened to a room full of persons that I had no knowledge of ever seeing or meeting. The window was wide open and the curtain was the only pertinent thing in the room. It was here (my apartment) but it had been totally transformed. There was a void to the room as in pictures and material things, very plain.

The persons were beautiful in form and small kittens were scattering about. They were not in good health from being outdoors and were cuddling with Purrby.

On a whiteboard the words,welcome to Sunpar’s Journey to Jupiter in 3-D was written. The crop music from the “SIGNS” soundtrack  was playing. I was being touched and caressed simultaneously by many hands. The touch filled me with intimidation and I was told to relax and enjoy these things bestowed upon me.

One man in particular was a leader of sorts. In my mind I assumed that he at some time had been with these other woman. I remember hovering over the group in suspended animation and being moved in different directions by persons moving there hands.

My first mate was here and at first seemed to be upset that so much attention was centered on me until a lady chose him and they disappeared into a long kiss, a passionate one. All the while my interest was in wanting this man.

Everyone said I was holding back that I had to give in to my feelings but that it was not time for this specific man. He touched me in ways that absorbed my soul, I felt very connected to him. Then all of a sudden we were in time transported to another place. It was like a big yard and I had to relieve myself. I went into this canal and he was there and we watched each other. He held me and told me to release my desires and then he gently kissed me. I desired more, but “not yet” were his words. Everyone had laptops and were connected to a site that said the words about Sunpar and Jupiter,  years (2035) into the future.


There are messages that I am trying to remember that concerned me.

Look inside is coming through and don’t hold back, go. The dream is fading now but I remember coming back here and the apartment was all cleaned up and no evidence of my past life was here. It was clean and functional yet very basic. The door opened this time as the window had been sealed off to outsiders and he walked in. He took me in his arms and told me to CRY, to let everything fall on his shoulders.

It was not to be sexual in nature but about feeling and touch. Then slowly a new group of persons that had gotten news of this group came in the room, they came in through unknown portals.

The kittens, slipping in under the door stripping were back all clean and playing and scattering about as kittens do. Like young children let loose at the playground. It was a reunion again and even tho I did not KNOW these persons they were my family and we connected on all levels of communication and oneness.

OK, I have pulled up the elusiveness now and I just wanted to add that before sleep I asked the universe for dreams to come and I was thinking about kissing and relating on a more feeling mode instead of sexually.
The dream came…

Then this in a universal message:

Your mind is apt to be challenged, dear Scorpio, by a strong force that is calling on you to lift off the ground and take flight. More than likely there is a strong person or situation that enters the scene today to remind you of the importance of the imagination. Don’t get so fixed in your position that you fail to see the benefits of other ways of looking at the same thing.

12/17/2002  (Drug Lords)
I have just awoken from falling a sleep while watching the soaps. Evidently I needed the deep sleep. My head is spinning from the dream that awoke me. I was on the phone with you crying and I was telling you that which had happened. In my dream I was happy and I always took the 4 tiels and Purrby to the library everyday and they kept them and they were a blessing to those visiting. I had finished cleaning my apartment which was in a very large house. There were many apartments, the weather was cool in the dream as it is now but a bit more chilly. I walked across the street and everything was in disarray. Birds flying hither and yon, cats looking lost as their owners could not locate them. Many persons did as I did and left there animals at the library when they went to work or had chores to run and didn’t want them to be alone. Faces of sadness and bewilderment abounded.
All questions had but a few nonsense answers.
The personnel at the front desk (once you could find it) said you were warned to not leave your apartment. I said “What are you talking about” They had fear on there faces, they were telling stories they thought made a bit of sense. In actuality they knew little more than myself.
OK, the persons at the library said for everyone to gather the animals they could find. Only those that were left by them and go back home because these drug lords had taken over and were taking what they wanted and leaving what they felt as trash behind.
I frantically searched and Purrby FOUND me, I located my teils and placed two on each of my shoulders…the parakeets were flying so wildly, I could only recognize one, it was Xanadu (named after Tweety) he was injured and I held him in my palm gently and walked towards home.
On arrival~ nothing . Everything gone, everything.
I went back to the library with a demand for my belongings back. They finally allowed me to see a secret room where furnishings and special items were placed by the drug lords. They told me to hurry and try to make some form of arrangement to get these things out that belonged too me.
In just a few hours they also would be forever gone.
I located Dad’s chair, my desk that the bird cages were on, all the empty cages…looking as if a hurricane had passed through them. Personal papers strewn all about the room.
Inside the cages were my treasured stones and crystals laying amidst the birdseed and feces.
Just hours before the cages had housed my happy parakeets and other sweet birdies.
I found a change purse mama had given me and figured I would need the small amount of change for bartering for food.
There were many children around looking very lost without their games to play.They promised to care for the parakeets as long as they were there. No one wanted to say too much, they were very much in fear of the drug lords and what they might do them.

It was like wandering through a huge warehouse looking for familiar items of my life. Photo albums were mixed in with other families photo albums, same as the household items and furnishings. They(the Drug Lords) had already taken the best things.

Little did they know what dad’s chair meant to me. The large table that I had bought with dad’s approval, he said it was good wood. My picture albums, books, my Purrby, and my birdies.
I was crying so hard I could barely speak on the phone to you to explain, in my dream a man was due home but he had no face in my dream, very nice but I haven’t any clues who. I just knew he was someone who was for me and cared deeply for me.

The key to my apartment of it’s own accord bent in half in my hand.

It was of no more use to me.
This is this first dream I have had in quite sometime that I have remembered so precisely to write down

Veiled Dreams


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I just woke up out of another intense dream. I went to the bathroom and noticed it was raining very hard, I could hear the sounds of it hitting the window pane.

The dream dissipated as soon as I awakened.

I used to pride myself on remembering my dreams. I could wake and write about the dream and the more I wrote the more I remembered.

That capability is gone.

I do dream, I still fly, but by the time I’m awake I can’t remember them. Lately all l  remember is how strange I feel. It feels like I am going in circles and discombobulated.  Usually I am very tired and thirsty. I used to have very vivid dreams and a strong memory of them. Now, The Dream leaves me feeling very confused, in a weird, happy or benevolent way.

No flashes, no bits and pieces that I can weave together.

I am beginning to think that my Dreams are like watching a new and exciting show on TV. One that has no conclusion, no follow-up or continuity.

Technicolor Fragments.

Visions of our innermost thoughts relentlessly at work while at rest. Night visions that are evidently not material to dwell on nor interpret, analyze, or decipher in the morning light.

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I had a dream last night. It was disturbing. My identity had been stolen.  All of my personal information was gone. My purse, license, bank cards. I was left with nothing. Not even clothes on my back. I must have been knocked out because when I came to conscience I was naked, in a fetal position in a squalor of debris and mayhem. Nothing was familiar too me.

I pulled myself up and found a garment to cover myself. It was damp and rain was falling, a light misty rain.

I walked out into the street. Many persons were milling about. I decided I would find a police station and file a report. Without any means of identification on me they told me they could post a picture. They inquired if I had any marks or tattoos that a person might recognize. Perhaps they could acknowledge that I was who I said I was.

My name and Social Security number seemed to be of no importance too them.

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I told them of my tattoos and they took photographs and posted a bulletin.

This dream validated the purpose of my inks.

In this scenario, it was used to validate who I was.