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To dream of clouds represents situations in your life which overshadow everything else. Noticeable or powerful distractions, delays, or disappointments. The number 3 in a dream may reflect chaos. There may be unpredictability in your life.-dreambible.com

Tuesday, April 28, 2015;Unconscious dreaming
I arrived at work sometime later in the day than my usual time. The sun shone out of a cloudless blue sky as I drove around the parking area several times but could not find an empty space. I called my boss to inform him of the problem I had while I continued to hunt for a spot. He told me I could drive over to one of our new offices at the south end of the yard and park in the driveway there. He stated that no one would be there today, and I did not have to worry about being towed.

I drove over to the building and found a small driveway in front and parked. I left my backpack in the trunk; it had been after lunch, and I would be coming back and leaving in just over three hours. Walking from the car to the office to check in took about five minutes. Within four minutes of my walk, something caught my eye to the northeast. I spotted a large cumulus cloud rising quickly in the distance. I could only see the top as one of the buildings was in the way; because of the speed at which it rose, my curiosity made me jog to get around the building.

In the clearing, I saw it was a mushroom cloud many miles away. What came to mind was a nuclear explosion, but I had not seen a flash or heard anything; however, the entire cloud was pure white. As I stood watching the cloud, people came to a stop and stared as well. Moments later, another white mushroom cloud rose a little farther north than the first one. Again, there had not been any flash or sound wave coming from either cloud, but I did begin to worry.

These clouds were not normal, and an eerie feeling began to overwhelm me. I turned and rushed back to my car. While I ran through the yard others began to panic also, even more when they saw me in a heated run. I made it to the building and turning the corner; I saw my car was gone. I rushed over to a guard shack a few yards down and asked if they had seen it. The guard informed me he had it towed because I had not had the decal for that area. I explained I had been given permission from my boss; he knew nothing about it.

I had to have my car, so there was no need to argue. I asked about its location and found to my relief, it did not go to a towing yard but a fenced in lot at the north end of the shipyard. Before I left, the guard informed me I would not be able to retrieve the car, all gates were in lock down. I could leave the yard but without the car. I left and rushed to the north end. I could do without the car if I had to, but I needed my backpack in order to make it home.

Along the way, I glanced over to where the last cloud had erupted to see yet another one blossoming up north of the second and just as white as the others. Guards were out in the streets directing workers away from the piers and to the mustering [emergency] areas. As I passed one of the guards, he shouted that I could go no farther in the yard and had to either report to my area or exit the facilities. I turned toward one of the buildings as if I were going inside. Instead, I ran around the back side and continued to the towing area; the three clouds continuing their rise into the heavens. Making it to the fence, I located the entrance. The gate had been chained locked, but I knew I could slip through.

Close by, another guard was directing people from the work areas; I ran over to him and explained I needed my car. He said that was impossible today especially with the emergency. I then asked if I could go inside to retrieve some things out of the trunk, I was denied. He ordered me to follow the crowd to our stations; I turned and rushed away. I went back to the chain locked fence, looking behind me to see the guard watching. I had no choice; I needed my supplies. I dashed under the chain and inside the lot, hearing the guard shout out after me. Once in, I ducked down hurrying between the cars hoping to stay out of sight and make it to the car before caught.

Every so often, I would have to stand and take a quick look for the car. I spotted the hoods of several white cars in different areas and headed to the closest one. I could hear the guard shouting for backup. I made it to the first white car— it was not mine. I slipped my head up again and found the next nearest one; that too was not mine. Third time was a charm and, staying on my knees, I popped the trunk. Reaching in, I pulled out my bag and tossed it on my back. I gathered some other things I may need and closed the trunk.

I could not risk being caught. I did not believe he would arrest me, but my bag may be confiscated. I made my way back toward the gate noticing a guard posted there, my only exit. I moved back among the cars and began making my way along the fence line in hopes of finding a way over or under. Somewhere along my search, I awoke.

Jaded

I’m a workaholic by nature, also using my job as a place to get away or put off things I need to accomplish like building my attributes. Hence, some of my dreams come from that source of my personality, a reoccurring message that my consciousness screams at me.

Monday, February 9, 2015; Unconscious dreaming
I was back at a company I had worked with just over ten years ago. I was in the office of my former employer chatting with him about vacation plans. He was telling me about an upcoming trip to Taiwan with his wife and a friend. Since my vacation was starting the same time as his, he invited me and my wife along, even offering to pay for the flight and room.

“That’s great but, you’re going for ten days, my vacation is only five,” I told him, “besides, I really don’t like to fly.”

“I’m the boss,” he said. “I’m extending your paid vacation to ten days and paying your round trip airfare as well. That should encourage you to get on a plane; besides, I have rented a plane for an aerial view over Japan from Taiwan and back.”

“I’m very grateful and accept,” I happily informed him.

In the next scene, my wife and I were going down a smooth flowing river in a raft. Up ahead another raft carried my employer, his wife and their friend. We were all enjoying the experience of Taiwan’s rivers. After sometime we landed on a small shoreline for lunch. The five of us sat on the pebble covered shore surrounded by bright green vegetation and a cloudless blue sky.

My employer had brought along his friend, the actor Ian Ziering. I talked with Ian about the movie “Sharknado“, and how I liked the actors, but I could not get past the bad special effects. After everyone had finished lunch it was back to the rafts; however, my wife and I decided to stay and explore more of the shoreline. My boss, his wife and Ian got into their boats; he told me to have fun, but make sure we were in time for dinner that evening.

Once the others had gone around a bend, my wife and I waded ankle deep along the water’s edge. My wife spotted a large, bright green stone in the water and picked it up. It was a jade stone, oblong, translucent and about half the size of a football. I could not get over the find and had her hold it up to the sun. The sun, shining through the veins inside the jade, made up an image like a laser sketch in a glass paperweight.

The image was remarkably like a small Asian town made up of reed roofs and bamboo walls; in front of the buildings was a small dirt road. I told my wife to hang on to it and we trekked further up the shore. In a few yards we spotted another, although not identical, it was nearly the same size and shape. Holding it up to the sun we saw the image created by the veins, this one of a small Asian man in a conical hat fishing at a small pond. As we admired it, I saw another near us; scooping it up, I held it to the sun—inside was a thick forest. I informed my wife we should place these in the raft and look for more. The dream then shifted to the next scene.

My wife, my employer Ian and I were sitting at a table in a very nice restaurant. My boss’s head was lying on the table and I knew we had (except for my wife) been drinking— my boss, heavily. A waitress came to our table and asked if we wanted another round.

“Yes,” said my boss in a slurred voice.

Ian and I replied at the same time, “No!“

“It’s time to take you back to your room,” Ian informed my boss.

We all stood but for my boss. Ian and I scooped him up by his arms and I told my wife I would meet her back at our room. As we carried my boss back to his room, he continued to mumble how mad his wife was going to be. After reaching his room Ian knocked and the door opened for us. We took my boss in and dropped him on the bed. Back outside I told Ian I would see him in the morning.

The next scene was the following morning and I was calling my boss’s room to find out what time we were all meeting for the flight over Japan. My boss answered in a dying man’s tone.

“I can’t leave the room,” he said, “my head feels like it’s going to explode.” With that, he hung the phone up. I looked over at my wife and informed her the trip had been canceled. Shortly afterward, I woke.

Negatively, the boss in my dream is me. It symbolizes my limitations and lack of freedom due to work.

(The vacation indicates) I need a break to recharge my energies and revitalize myself, get out of the daily routine and do something different; because I’m (The raft) drifting through life. The actor represents the pursuit of pleasure.

Finding the Jade stones indicates growth, healing force, purity, harmony, luck, immortality, and truth. It refers to the shaping and development of my personality which will only materialize if I seek it out.

The sun symbolizes peace of mind, enlightenment, tranquility, fortune, goodwill, and insight. Generally, the sun is a good omen, especially if the sun is shining. The jade stones combined with the sunlight give me everything I’m in need of.

In the restaurant I’m feeling overwhelmed by decisions and choices that I need to get to in life. Drinking denotes that I’m seeking escape and ending up with a hangover signifies these problems are not being solved.
In the end my vacation has gone bad suggesting that I’m not getting away from the daily responsibilities of my waking life; which is causing difficulties coping with life’s problems and issues.

-Dreammood.com

Lux

Friday, December 27, 2013; OBE

I was standing on a shoreline looking over an ocean. The water was calm and clear. The Sun that was setting on the horizon was much smaller than Earth’s Sol and was brilliant white. I could see the star actually sliding down the sky; this had to be due to the quick rotation of the planet.

The light of the star not only bounced hard off the water’s surface but filled the depths down to hundreds of feet, if not miles. It wasn’t a clear view but a hazy, beautiful, almost light blue. The light even came up to the shore, giving me a moment of confusion. The water line of a shore usually appears to wash over the beach, but here it looked as if the shoreline was washing over the water.

I was several yards away from the water’s edge, so I walked over to get a better look. As I neared it, I could start to see the underside of the shore. Only feet away, I now saw that this shoreline was not made up of water but glass. I heard the crunch of the sand as I stepped onto the surface. I bent down and ran my hand across the material. The feel was hot and solid.

I looked to the east and all I saw was a vast low desert. I stood up and faced the dropping sun. As the star touched the horizon, its light was magnified a hundred times through the glassy ocean. The light became blindingly bright, causing me to jerk my hands over my eyes.

I squinted into the glaring light. The star had completely set and the brilliance of it exploded into such brightness, that it pierced through my closed eyelids. Turning my back to the star, I opened my eyes only to find myself once again in my room.