My Dream Journal

(Numerology of the day: 5, Hebrew numerals י/כו/תתתתכא = 2057 Roman numerals X/XXVI/MMXXI)

As I wake up the first time this morning (3:10 am) there are alien (possibly cuneiform) letters burnt into the walls, my dream was insane. It started off in a giant circular library where I was getting books and guitar pedals. I went to a section where I was trying out guitar pedals with my bass and I found two that modulated based around the merkaba measurements and something called the lotus point. Something about 19 layers one nanometer thin. Then when I went back to checkout I was in an inner circle of the library where they had ancient miniatures and games from all around the world and I stopped at the Greek ones and saw a bunch of miniatures playing hand sports. And one on the top shelf based around wolves and one around carrion. Then I was back in line with a bunch of books I was going to try connecting to Kabbalah and using for inspiration. At some point in the dream an old man asked me some questions and I started talking about Kabbalah and next thing you know he was blowing up at me in an ancient alien language about how I knew nothing about the “bbalah” and that “this is real bbalah” before he started changing his shape subtly. Eventually I made friends with him and then the miniatures scene happened, including a part where I circled around the inner circle of the library and the books included “pessimism”, “law study” and “classic literature of the _____ civilization”. Some time passes in the dream waiting to be checked out, the pedals in my hands shifting. I meet someone new, who is using Kabbalah to shift stuff and steal them, he’s trying to convince me to get more pedals. I see a band farther up in line jamming together with their instruments as they wait to be checked out. More time passes and I’m listening to a band that sounds like an 80s new wave/alternative band but are singing in (idk how I know this I just do) ugaritic and I open the Wikipedia article on them and it says they sing in what was thought to be a dead language but is in fact spoken by a small percentage of people within a tiny area on a backwater planet (earth) in a backwater town with tons of history. It then goes on to describe ancient Sumer and the history of the ancient Semitic people and then cuts out when it reaches the Israelites. Back to their music it now sounds like 90s trip hop/dance music but somehow still retains a layer of the 80s alternative/new wave. Then I woke up.

So. Interpretation is gonna be crazy, but I was saying a bunch of barbarous names from the Greek magic paper before I went to sleep so it’s possible I accidentally called an entity for a visionary dream, hence the blazing cuneiform characters burned into my retinas when I awoke. But anyway, even this description is a TL;DR of my dream but to summarize what I think this dream means, I’m in a circular library with squares inside it made of bookshelf’s holding all kinds of artifacts, not just books. Making it more of a museum tbh. Sometimes it seems to be in present times, sometimes in the far future and other times the past. Time is not fixed here. Neither is space, as I encounter many alien beings who inhabit human bodies but have special quirks and abilities. Anyway, skipping small details and such, I think the squares in the circle represent me exploring the history of human evolution, experience and ultimately, consciousness. I think this was a message that Kabbalah was held by ALL the ancient Semitic people, possibly descending from the original inhabitants of Sumer, as Sumeria and ancient Semitic are both referenced numerous times in the finer details I didn’t talk about. And the Greek hand sports were important because they were next to what looked like sumerian chess, as well as representing the animal aspect of human consciousness and Greece’s ultimate connection to Kabbalah as well in the form of number mysticism as the number of figures playing the hand sports on the 3 racks of figures was 3-5-7. Always with one taller/larger/older figure in the center between the opposing two teams of 1-2-3.

I can’t believe I forgot to date the last dream. And that I forgot to record this dream as soon as I woke up. It’s been 2 hours now so most of the details faded, but I remember what was basically a high school class about the metaphysics of Christ as logos and the carving of the world through word. And then getting in a fight with this kid that I always fight in my dreams named roger. Basically he understood it literally whereas I disagreed with him and thought he was being extremely stupid, so we fought.

We started out in a party but left in search of rolling paper. We ended abandoning this when we found a trail that went out into the the fields and farms around us. A watermelon was struck by lightning and became 4 “dogs” made of watermelon guts. They chased me and my friends, until one got to me and gave me a key. I followed the trail alone with the key, and the landscape transformed into an empty hotel labyrinth where doors led to nowhere and corridors where so thin I had to walk sideways. Apparently the whole time I wasn’t wearing pants. One of the friends managed to catch up with me and pointed this out and said they all just kept quiet cause they thought I knew but apparently I was unaware of the fact I had no pants until then. But for some reason my socks reached all the way up to my boxers. There were talismanic numbers circling where my boxers and socks met. All I remind from the sequence was 91, 2 and 6. My friend offered to sew me a pair of pants with those numbers sew into it as a talismanic set of pants. Then I woke up.

I’m already losing details but I was initiated into some kind of gang run by someone calling herself “Justice” and she pierced my lip as a rite of passage. There were multiple different stories that happened after meeting justice at the mall and her piercing my lip in the parking lot, including on where I saw flamingoes with other members of the gang get shot down with rockets. Justice was a part of a electropunk band too, and I remember going to a bar she frequently played at and their stage props having Hebrew writing on it.

Interpretation:

Imagine a grid of hexagon. Each one has a dome overtop to keep the atmosphere in, above us was pure open space, stars abound. In the domes was terrain, lakes and trees and gardens. Paths leading from one dome to the next. I don’t remember how it started, but the earliest memory from the dream, I’m coming back with one of the giant robots from scouting. (they resembled transformers but none of them were real-life transformers except the dead and rusty ones that littered the domes) we come back and one of the human members of the expedition is dead, we had just found his medication in a building and we were rushing back to give it to him. There was a giant mud pit by the lake that we were told he dug himself in anticipation that we wouldn’t make it back in time. The other human members said they didn’t want to bury him there because his corpse would get water logged and that we should bury him on the edge of the dome connecting to a university that he went to. We were patrolling the border of the dome looking for a good stop when some stumbled upon the corpse of megatron and accidentally set off a missile he had set up that fired off and destroyed the still standing corpses of bumblebee and arcee (the only female transformer in the og cartoon). We moved to another dome and one of the twin girls wasted some of our saved up money on an app for her phone but it was too late to refund it and I realized as the head of the group it would keep her morale up as well as not really having much use for our money except for the vending machines we occasionally ran into. Then I woke up.

A lot to unpack, so first off. The hexagon grid (or the cybertron matrix) represents the number six repeating, an esoteric number that ties into my research into sacred geometry, specifically it represents half of the sacred number 12. Half of the whole. Just as the team I’m with splits in two to scout and set up base camp respectfully. Although this number is 3 and 3, dropping down to a total of five as we move together again below the number 6. We encountered a total of 3 dead transformers, one decepticon and two autobots. So the number three comes up again. There are three domes we move through in my dream, the one I scouted out, the one base camp is at and the one containing the university. There are two transformers and four humans, though in the end there are three humans. So there are three sets of the number three in this dream by the end, all based around a hexagonal grid of infinitely repeating sixes. Moving on to the actual component parts of this dream and away from the sacred numbers… the transformers. Alien being he represent the change from one state to another, though none of them actually transform in the dream and all remain as human form. This represents a stagnation, as they are no longer flowing freely from one form to the next. The twins represent two sides of one whole, one that conserves and one that wastes. The conscious and the unconscious. The man that died had dug his own grave, symbolizing a tendency towards morbid thought, something shared with the rusted out and broken dead transformers we could see both the three within our bubble and the many in adjacent bubbles. Morbid statues of death. The missile firing off was a trap set centuries ago, representing a fear of the distant past. The university representing the future.

I’m on a bus. A dark skinned girl my age approaches me; we talk spirituality and she asks my advice on rituals to help her raise her vibrations. I tell her about ritual bathing; using herbs and candles in a bath with intentions; she asks me how to summon satan so she can have sex with him and conceive the antichrist. I tell her it’s only possible for me if I invoke him into myself and assume his form. Lions start following the bus. They appear to be walking in slow motion but are keeping pace with the bus somehow, a tiger runs up and begins circling us. The lions attack the bus and I try getting off to run away but the tiger chases me back onto it. My foot gets stuck in the door as I get on and I wake up from the pain of my ankle being crushed.