The Diamond 9.14.10

 This dream is pretty personal, but i dont mind sharing this with the universe.

I was on a honeymoon-type vacation with Mark. I was wearing my engagement ring which I never wear in real life because I'm always afraid of losing the 1karat diamond. Well, that's exactly what happened in the dream. I reached over to touch my ring and realized that the diamond was missing. Immediately I felt a strong sense of regret but also a determination to find this diamond. I begin to look for it at every single location I was in (apparently, the dream had a history that I was unaware of). I'm looking through every inch of grass by the park, at the beach, down the street. People begin to ask me what I'm looking for. Without any suspicion, I tell them that I lost my diamond. Immediately, the jamaican maidswomen, and the street janitors begin to search for the ring, but with no avail. I walk into a little store, theres an old voodoo woman there with a head rag and african style dress. i ask her if she has seen the ring. She says some things aloud which I didn't understand, but I found myself having a flashback.

I remembered. In the flashback, I see myself taking out the diamond and inserting it into a massive stone, a door to a monolith. the diamond grows to about 20 inches in diameter that creates some sort of magical passageway into an ancient cave. I stop right there, and tell Mark i remember what i did with the diamond. I couldn't believe that it was wiped from my memory. I thank the lady and we get into our car and drive to the other side of the island through a long bridge. We have to cross giant rocks on the shore by foot. We then come before this amazing structure. The diamond was back to its' original size, placed snugly into one of its' natural crevices. I take it, and it feels like I just found a diamond in the rough. It was amazing, and very rewarding.

The next thing I remember is driving back to the hotel with Mark. It's night and it's raining. We go up the stairs to the second (or third?) level. As we walk to our room, I see a guy sitting at the opposite end on a plastic school chair, just staring off past the rails onto the street. He has long straight hair in a pony tail and his sides are shaved. I squint my eyes to get a closer look and realize it is Justin... Mark doesn't realize who it is and goes inside. I think about it for a minute but feel I must get this sorted out, so I walk up to him and ask him 'what are you doing here in my dream?' He responds 'oh, just relaxing' I say, "of all places to go, you decide to come into my dream, by my hotel room where i'm spending time with mark in MY dream?" he says "i'm just checking up on you..." and i say, 'checking up on me? how? why? what do you mean, checking up on me'? he becomes irate and starts trying to make me feel bad for talking to him while mark is in the room. I call him out on it and well, long story short, there is a continued exchange of drama... nothing gets sorted out, i just head back to my room and feel- like the mess got messier...

Breathing Water 9.12.10

In my earlier comment, I mentioned that I've been having a rough time remembering my dreams in the last month, but I will definitely share what I remember if I feel it is significant.

I was standing in a vast ocean. There is a conversation going on between myself and a guide. 2012 keeps flashing in huge bright numbers in the middle of the scene, as if it's a movie screen. I remember saying, 'the Mayan prophesy predicts a date, but what if the translation into our calendar isn't correct?' DEC. 21, just kept being repeated over and over. As this was happening, I realized

that my daughter, Summer, was a ways away from me. There were some sort of human-piranha hybrids, bodies like men, with skin like men but faces like piranhas, large teeth, and long hair. They lived in these muddy waters. The waters were greenish brown, and it was a vast ocean. I saw that Summer was far away and I needed to get to where she was and fast. The piranha humans saw me and start walking toward us in all directions. I am afraid in my dream, for our lives, but I move quickly, struggling through what seemed to be quicksand. It was then that two of my guides flew down from the skies. They had wings, which is odd because I've never seen them with wings before. They flew above me and told me to go beneath the waters. I pleaded that I couldn't, that we would both drown. He told me to have faith. I was even more afraid now because Summer doesn't have any experience with holding her breath underwater, but I felt that this may just be the best option. I took a deep breath, and Summer did, too, and we went under. As I held my breath deep beneath, hoping the piranhas would not see us, I noticed, to my amazement, that Summer was breathing perfectly fine under the water. I let go, and I began to breathe. We were breathing water! The hybrids were unable to see us underneath because the waters were so muddy and were unable to breathe water. We were able to swim far away to where it was safe, and I felt happy and protected. As we swam, I heard my guide tell me (telepathically), 'You are evolving. Many humans are evolving. You can breathe water and you will not die because you are of the waters, and have become one with the waters.. But there are others who have not evolved, but rather, are fighting against it, mutating in order to adapt (the hybrid human-piranhas). They will try to feast on those who are not like them. Stay clear from these.'

And that's all I remember.

Where have i been in the last month?

Apparently, sleeping during nighttime hours has affected my ability to remember my dreams. In the last month, I can remember a few dreams here and there, very vaguely, and barely anything out of this world. I miss the moon and being awake at the peak hours of creativity, but the job must go on. I haven't quit, I've just conformed to the sun. Cope with me while I trigger my memories out of my subconscious.