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Modern Rocketry

Wednesday night at my house is pizza and comedy night. I bring home a large veggie, with extra tomato sauce from Papa Johns, and the wife and I chill out in front of the television. We watch the comedy line up; In the Middle, The Goldberg’s, Modern Family and Blackish.

So it isn’t surprising that sometimes when my consciousness is relaying a message that some of these characters would show up. Of the four shows, I would relate to Phil Dunphy on Modern Family. For those unaware of the character; (1)Phil Dunphy sees himself as the “cool dad.” He dotes on his wife and constantly tries to find ways to bond with his kids. He has a childlike attitude, very confident and always full of new ideas.

2014/12/10 Wednesday; Unconscious dreaming
It was night time, and I found myself outside with Phil Dunphy a.k.a actor Ty Burrell on Modern Family. He was building a small orange rocket about five feet in length and one foot in diameter. We were putting the three-stage rocket together in his driveway; once it had been completed he directed me to help set it in a frame.

The frame sat in the middle of the driveway, and to each side in the grass were binders and straps. As Phil pulled one of the straps over the front of the rocket, he asked me to do the same on the rear. I cranked down on the binder until the strap was good and tight. I noticed the ground was kind of soft and said something to Phil. He told me not to worry—he did this many times before.

Afterward, I followed him into the grass far left of the driveway. In his hand Phil held a small box with a single button in the middle. He pushed the button, and the rocket fired. The thrust was incredible to the point of the rocket began to bow in the middle. I saw the rear anchor on the far side begin to pull out of the ground. I pointed this out to Phil, who began to get a worried expression on his face.

The thrust became more powerful, and the rear anchor gave way. The front was still tied down, and it flipped over, releasing itself from the frame. The two of us could see right away the rocket was on a trajectory for us.

“IN COMING!” Phil screamed.

We dropped to the ground as the rocket flew over our heads missing us by inches. As the rocket passed we rolled to our backs and sat up. The rocket shot across a road and over a field. Grazing in the field was a large stag with its back toward us. The rocket, staying level with the ground, hit the stag directly in the anus. Without stopping or slowing, it launched the stag across the field and into the woods beyond until out of sight.

“My rocket, my rocket!” Phil yelled.

He leapt up and ran from his yard out into the field in hot pursuit. I followed behind until I was across the road then stopped before entering the field. I turned and walked back toward the house. Just as I got back into the yard, I heard a loud scream of panic. I turned looking in the area of woods Phil had gone. He was now running hard and fast back home, screaming all the while.

Just as he made it to the road, I noticed a lion, twice the size of a normal one, bursting from the woods coming toward us. I turned and began to run for the house in hopes of getting inside. Only yards from the door, Phil passed me slamming into my left shoulder. Although it did not slow him down, he caused me to be knocked to the ground. I scrambled to my feet hearing the breath of the ferocious beast upon me. I had just begun my run back when I was pounced on, awaking me.

If you are new or missed any of my posts, I mentioned before that I was planning on publishing an e-book based on my dreams. The dream here is about the problem I’m running into, mainly the layout of the e-book. The following breakdown of the dream is mostly copy & paste from; dreammoods.com, plus a little editing.

Having a dream that takes place at night represents some obstacles in achieving your goals. You are being faced with an issue that is not so clear cut.

An actor represents your pursuit for pleasure. Consider also who this actor is and what characteristics you associate with him.

The rocket indicates that your plans or ideas will soon be taking off in a big way. You are experiencing a higher level of awareness. All your hard work is paying off.

Orange denotes hope, friendliness, courtesy, generosity, liveliness, sociability, and an out-going nature.

To dream that you are tying something represents your network and connection to others.

Depending on the context of your dream, the stag could mean grace, agility, regeneration and growth.
Seeing only the tail of an animal in your dream signifies annoyances and complications in a situation where pleasure was expected.

A lion symbolizes great strength, courage, aggression and power. You will overcome your difficulties.

(1) Wikipedia, Phil Dunphy

A Well Worn Path

“Prayer is speaking to God, meditation is listening to God.”-

Anonymous

I don’t spend a lot of time on my knees asking for guidance. Most of the time it’s when I am out and about as part of multitasking. I usually get most of my prayer questions received as answers in dreams. I have read where some mystics talk directly to God in their meditations or dreams. I believe God is talking to me in some of mine. However, instead of spelling it all out to me, he throws out the letters in the form of dreams. It’s up to me to place it all in order.

“Paths” are usually his biggest hint that a dream is from him, and if I want the answer, figure it out. Once again, I am going to make some changes in my on-line journal. One of those changes will be posting every two weeks. Rushing in order to get a post in each week is taking away from the quality of my writing. I also have some other big changes in store.

The following dream not only shows me I am on the right path but leads me in a direction I was hoping to go, I’ll keep you posted.

Wednesday, February 26, 2014; ( Unconscious dreaming)

I was standing on a worn dirt path, some sixty or more feet wide. The path was pitted with deep pot holes. The holes were all roughly the same size and depth resembling giant foot prints. I could not imagine what kind of creature would have such large paws. I tried to recall how I had gotten here, but my mind was a total blank beyond the time I had arrived.

Nothing seemed to exist in my mind, including who I was. A noise caught my attention, and I looked down the path. It curved off to the left disappearing into the woods. The noise was like that of a horse quickly exhaling but far deeper and louder. Several deeper exhales came through the trees, some echoing over each other. I began to see movement in the form of large gray patches showing from the openings in the pines, soon moving out from the trees into the opening.

Many yards away stepped out a Tyrannosaurus. It stretched its head high into the air and sniffed, exhaling loudly. Its head swung from side to side as if trying to locate some smell. From the trees behind him walked out four more. The group stopped behind the one in front. None were looking at me, just yet. I stood motionless.

“Shh…” came a sound in my ear, and a hand rested softly on my right shoulder.

“Remain quiet and follow me, slowly but do not put your back to them,” the whispered voice directed me. The hand on my shoulder urged me back, and I walked backward never taking my eyes of the herd of Tyrannosaurus’. Moving off the path and leading me behind some trees, the person, a man, motioned me with his finger to follow him.

We walked softly through the woods, picking up our pace further away from the dinosaurs, although we never ran. After a while, we stepped out into a small western looking town.

“Where are we?” I asked.

“Libertarian square,” he said.

Since my worries about being eaten had gone once we came into the town, I finally got a good look at the man who had rescued me. Since I did not know who I was or what I even looked like, I had no idea that my rescuer was me.

“How did you find us? “ he asked.

“I don’t know. My only recall of anything is when I found myself on the path out there,” I informed him.

“No worries, you can stay here as long as you like,” he told me.

“What is this place?” I asked.

“We’re a libertarian community. There are several dozens of us living off the land throughout here.” He waved his arm out over the city toward sparsely open fields in the distance. I saw homes and crops surrounding to just past the edge of the town.

“But what about the dinosaurs?” I wondered.

“They rarely bother us,” he said.

“Seems they would be coming to the town seeing how there are people around to munch on,” I mentioned.

“This used to be their land; however, once we established ourselves here, most of the larger wildlife moved deeper into the woods,” he explained. “The Tyrannosaurus are really dumb. We can hear them stomping through the woods toward us. We then go inside and remain quiet. Once the things see there is nothing here, they go back to the path.”

“Do they stay on the path?” I asked.

“Yes. It works out pretty well for all of us. You see; they made the path which surrounds us for miles. They cannot catch the wildlife through the outer forest. So, what happens is the wildlife sneak over the path at night to feed in our fields. In the morning, they rush off. As they cross the path in the daytime, the dinosaurs catch and eat them.”

“That’s pretty awesome,” I said. “But does anyone ever leave here?”

“Sure, some of us. When we need things we can’t grow or make here. Other then that, it’s very peaceful and fulfilling.”

I followed him up to the dirt street that ran between the buildings of his town. We passed a couple which he did not point out until we were almost in the center.

“That’s our general store,” he said pointing to our right at a wide building. His hand swung to the left at another building. People were going inside along with the man I was with. I followed him up to the steps inside.

“This is our town hall,” he said. “We hold all our meetings here.”

The interior had an old rugged but clean look to it. The main room was bright with electric lights running in rows down the ceiling.

“You have electricity?” I asked.

“Everything is solar,” he replied.

I followed him to the center of the room where we took seats. There were less than a dozen people inside and a woman with thick curly blond hair sat in front of me.

“What is going on here?” I asked.

“Whenever someone new arrives, we have a town meeting. Since we have a potential for growth in the community, we need to make adjustments.”

“Adjustments to what?”

“Wherever needed to make sure the community’s quality of life stays on the right path. This way, our longevity is guaranteed.”

There was a man up in the front standing at a podium. I could not hear what he said but when he finished talking, the woman in front of me stood and faced us. She was in her late thirties or early forties and stood perhaps five-eight or five-nine feet tall. Her polite gaze was directed to me.

“Everyone here has a voice because everyone is part of the whole community. We all have something to offer,” she smiled and sat back down.

I thought about what she said, and I had said moments ago about the community’s quality of life. Then a thought came to me, was it, me or the man who had made the comment? I looked to the left of me, and he was gone. To the right of me, the man I had found on the path also was gone. I then realized I had been both. Things around me went dark, and I realized I was in my room awake.

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Path
To walk through an open path in your dream signifies clarity of thought and peace of mind. It also symbolizes your progress. (This would have to do with the path I want to take my website.)

To see a blocked path in your dream denotes that you need to give serious attention to the direction you are heading in your personal and/or business life. You need to take time out to consider and rethink the consequences before acting on your choices. (I took the two weeks since my last post and decided I could give more quality work if I reduced my postings to every other week.)

Potholes

To see a pothole in your dream represents difficulties and setbacks in achieving your goals. You need to make some changes in how you approach your goals. (To me this backs up my decision on posting every other week. giving me more time to dedicate to my online journal.)

Tyrannosaurus-Rex

To see tyrannosaurus-Rex in your dream symbolizes your biggest fears.

(Reading the dream correctly I believe this is all pointing at my blog and the direction I want to take it.)

Five

Five in a dream has a lot of representations; persuasiveness, humanity, senses, a link between heaven and earth and a few others. One that best fits the dream would be, “a change in your path or a need to alter course.” I took the altering course since that is what I did on the path. I’ll also throw in a small part of, “a link between heaven and earth. Mainly to emphasize a message being sent to me.

Yourself
To see yourself in your dream is a reflection of how you act and behave in your waking life. Consider what you are doing and how you are feeling in the dream for additional significance. (In the dream I am helping someone in need or more to the point, looking for answers. This points to aonther avenue I want to my journal down.)

Community
To have a sense of community in your dream means that you need to nurture your relationships with your family/friends and develop new ties. Perhaps you need to look at expanding your network of friends. (When it comes to the dream as a whole, I look at the community; friends/family as my readers. The need to develop new ties.)