A Tomato History Lesson.

The dream this morning takes place during the 16th Century at a port on the east coast of Mexico. In the dream I see several ships moored to a stone pier. On one of these ships I can see two sailors. One sailor is a teen age boy and the other is a man in his early thirties. The two of them are negotiating a trade with two native men. The native men are dark brown and are dressed in a manner similar to the illustration  pictured above. The men are carrying tomatoes in what look to be fishing nets. The sailor is examining the tomatoes are discussing what they might offer in trade with his young companion.  The sailor remains skeptical on weather the tomatoes are safe to eat or not. He has never seen a fruit like these before.

My research, prior to writing this blog, has discovered that tomatoes are thought to have originated in the Americas. Here is a link that discusses the history of the tomato:

 http://www.tomato-cages.com/tomato-history.html

Many in Old World Europe thought that tomatoes were poisonous. In this dream the Indians are unable to make a deal with the sailors. They pick up their haul of the fruit and walk away. I then wake up. What an odd and interesting dream this was!

This dream was very vivid. I felt the humidity and the heat of the day. I could smell the place. I swear it was like I was there experiencing history. This is another one of those dreams I would categorize as a remoted viewed experience.

The red color of the tomato denotes passion; the kindness of God: big heartedness: generosity. Dreaming of tomatoes is frequently associated with good health both physical and spiritual. To eat tomatoes is regarded as a healthy choice.

The sailors in the dream should have accepted the tomatoes. They missed out on making history. Somebody else got to be the one to bring something new to Europe that would start a culinary revolution. Often those seize the day moments come on suddenly and then like vapor they disappear.

Has the universe offered me some juicy opportunity to make history or riches right now or in the near future? I am not seeing it. Will I take the call when it comes or be a scared sailor? My record with such things has not been great.

Well, if I meet any Indians bearing tomatoes, anytime soon it would be wise to pay attention, and see what they might offer, or I might have to offer to them in return.        

Downstream And Upstream

The dream this morning features a river. The river is wide and flows gently by. It is a warm summer day. I am walking along the wet sandy bank on a pair of wooden stilts. I am wearing a white panama hat, white shirt, shorts and deck shoes. I can feel the heat. I take long strides as I follow the stream upriver. There are families about and I see men fishing along the banks.

The further I head up stream the more narrow and shallow the stream becomes. Eventually, I reach the head waters in the hills. The river is drying up until it is a series of muddy puddles. I met a farmer. The man is dark brown from working in the sun. He is only wearing shorts and shoes. The river bed is wet muck. The man is digging in the muck with his hands. His objective is to connect the remaining pools of water and channel the water to his crops. He is desperate to keep his crops alive. This is when I wake up.



Spring is now here according to the calendar. We have sun, but it is still very cold, Summer seems like a dream. The heat will be coming. The river in the dream symbolizes energy and fertility. When we first see it, we see families and fishermen. The people are seeking refreshment and feeding themselves. The energy and abundance is high. When I  move up river we are moving against the flow and the flow reduces. The farmer we encountered is struggling to maintain his living. The source of the flowing water is evaporating.

The stilts suggest a desire to rise above it all and forge ahead. I witness that others are enjoying life living in the moment. I seem a little envious of them. Something inside of me wants more. I want to get to that source. I want to know it's mysteries.

When I find that struggling farmer I realize this is what may be awaiting the folks down stream. They may not be aware of the future that could be reaching them if the drought continues. Does it not seem like a metaphor for our world? An environmental or political warning?

Perhaps this is an opportunity to examine my own life path? It gives me pause for thought. What is the source of my prosperity or lack? Do I have a fundamental understanding of what is or isn't working for me? All sorts of questions come to mind.

I can certainly relate to the hard working farmer trying to squeeze a living from the land. The farmer knows how precious the water is for sustaining his life and livelihood. Not only his family counting on him but many others that may need to buy or barter crops from him are depending on him as well. I feel his desperation. He is down in the muck and yet I am above it all on my stilts watching it happen and staying clean at the same time. What does this say about me? Perhaps I should lending the poor man a hand?

Well, I am awake now. I have moved on to other dreams and other puzzles to solve. Somewhere out there in the dream world our dirt farmer is toiling away. I pray he got his rain and his crops were saved. Another thought just occurred to me. If the rain did come would those gentle folk down stream get a flood? Are they being swept away while the farmer is getting blessed? What an irony that would be. The Universe has a weird way of seeking balance. For every one lottery winner there are thousands or millions who must lose.  This really messes with my head.

Victorian Ladies asking for DNA

The dream this morning takes place in a Traditional English Pub. I see 12 Victorian era ladies with their big hats seated behind tables arrayed before a bar. The tables are laid out in the shape of an "L" or a "7". Two of the woman are seated on the short side and the other ten are seated behind the long table. They are facing the bar and in front of each beautiful woman is an empty glass with a straw. The tables are quite close to the bar itself and standing between is a young man in his early thirties. The man is me. I am wearing striped trousers, a vest, and a jacket. I am sporting a handle bar mustache. I am appreciatively eyeing the ladies. Bizarrely, this is a match making test. The one lady tells me I must put a sample of my saliva in each glass, before each lady, using the straw in each glass! The dream ends here.

What a strange dream! Apparently the ladies were each looking for a suitable mate to produce a healthy child with and this test was devised to test the DNA of a prospective candidate. If this dream was set in the real historic 1890's then this would be way too early a period for legitimate genetic screening I should think. That part of the dream makes no sense.

I think I need to look at this with a more symbolic point of view. It is a clash of Traditional family values and modern science that is at odds here and being judged in my unconscious mind. There is a tension going on inside of me. Next month we have scheduled a genetic screening to be done on our unborn child.

I have been giving some thought to traditional family values and on how to best carry them on with my growing family. Modern science and contemporary society are pulling me in a direction I am not comfortable with. I wonder what my Great Grandparents would think of my courtship and marriage, and what they might think of the rearing of children today. What would they embrace or be appalled at in our society today? How I wish that they were alive and I could speak with them, and get their guidance, wisdom and thoughts about it all.

I love my wife. We met on Facebook. My mother told me many of our ancestors had arranged  marriages. I wonder what they might say about my how I found my wife, her culture and her race.
This gives me a lot to think about. Perhaps one day I can speak to the ancestors in my dreams and they will share their thoughts and feelings me? I sincerely would like to hear from them.  

The Rabbi

The dream this morning is a strange one. I see myself walking down a city street beside me is a young teenage boy. Suddenly, a limousine pulls up beside me, abruptly stops, and two Orthodox Jewish men step out from the vehicle. One of them comes around and opens a rear door. He says, "The Rabbi wants to speak to you. Get in."

I step inside and the door is closed behind me leaving my young male companion standing on the sidewalk. The 'Rabbi' is a Jewish mafia boss. He has several bodyguards with him in this limo. He wants to recruit me for some strange criminal enterprise. Apparently, I am skilled at both hacking computers, and I am an expert in DNA.

The 'Rabbi' wants me to somehow tamper with DNA that was left at a crime scene. Next, I see myself  at a hospital and I am typing away on a laptop at a nurses station. I am examining and changing the data results of a DNA test done on a body fluid left a crime scene that is connected to the 'Rabbi' in some way. The work I am doing changes the race of a murderer I think.

This is so bizarre! Why am I dreaming this?  I am not sure what to make of this. The wife and I will be finding out the sex of her baby in the womb next month. Our Jewish friend, Mickey, he has awakened a lot of thoughts and emotions inside me of late. Again I am thinking I should have our DNA tested. I have long had an obsession with the subject of DNA. I have read many books and watched several documentaries on the topic.

I am thinking I need to think more on this. Time to contemplate and ask the universe for clarification. This needs more dreaming to find answers or a deep internet research.

Under Fire

The dream this morning takes place in an urban setting. I see a building being renovated. The outside of the building is surrounded by scaffolding. On the left hand side off the building rests a giant concrete pipe about 6 foot in diameter. Inside this building are U.S. Army personnel. Apparently, this building is some kind of secure Military Intelligence facility and there are soldiers inside working with computers.

In this dream the building is under attack. I can hear automatic weapons fire but I cannot get a good visual on who are the combatants. My gut tells me they are rouge government types who want to destroy whatever secrets are inside.

I see a soldier run out from a corner of the building. The soldier is a young man in his early 20s. He is wearing a Class B army uniform. It is what you would expect for a soldier working in an office, however, this soldier has a handgun. He is running quickly away in a grouched position as bullets fly all around. He makes it to a building across the street and tumbles forward in a cloud of dust. His uniform gets quite dirty and he is drenched in sweat. Dust is caked on his arms, neck and face. His blond hair is a mess. I wake up.

This was a very vivid dream. It felt very real. I am inclined to think I remote viewed this one. There is a lot of crazy shit going down right now within our government. It is probably not a  good idea to be discussing it, even if I present it as a dream. This one disturbs me and leaves me uneasy.

I am going to leave the analysis alone on this one. This is one of those dreams you let be and wait to see if in the future the dream becomes confirmed. We shall see or we may never know.



  

ButterFly Brickle and Sting Like a Bee

The dream this morning is about Muhammed Ali and ice cream. In this dream I get the news that the famous boxer Mohammed Ali is coming to our town. The Mayor and our Sheriff intend to present The Greatest with an award at a local museum. I am standing across the street from the museum in front of a restaurant. I see streams of people lining up to get into the building to see the Champ.

I get a sudden inspiration. I yell to my friend Dan and his girlfriend Laura to follow me up some stairs to an outdoor kitchen on the balcony of the restaurant. Here I assemble everything I need to create a dessert to fittingly honour the Champ. This cool treat is butter brickle ice cream. It is a toffee flavored ice cream with crushed bits of chocolate covered toffee candy similar to a Heath bar. My creation in the dream is slightly different because I add a touch of honey to the recipe. I call it "Butterfly Brickle & Sting like a Bee". I wink and say to my friends. "This is what will get us past the crowd and security guards, and into the venue to meet the Champ! He is gonna love it!".  Then I wake up.

When I was kid the Champ was a hugely popular sports celebrity and butter brickle ice cream was widely available. Well, Muhammed Ali passed away in 2016 and from what I read online the major ice cream brands no longer produce butter brickle ice cream. It makes me sad on both counts. This ice cream might have been well received in Muhammed's hey day and I feel he would have loved the idea.

I have such a craving for ice cream right now. I so want to try to recreate this in real life! I have never made ice cream myself from scratch. I have seen others do it. I am really feeling a creative impulse coming on. I need to do this. I will be on the look out for an old fashion ice cream maker. The old school method still makes the best product bar none.

Rainbow Strings

The dream this morning is so strange, simple and complex, and I will be struggling here to describe it, and not sound like a crazy person. So time to say, "screw it!".  I will just lay it out as simply as I can. Here it goes...

In the dream it is the end of the world, the universe, time and all reality has ceased as we know it.
All that remains is darkness. Suddenly, five vertical beams of light are revealed to me by God. The beams, God tells me, represent the DNA of man's kindred spirits in the animal kingdom from left to right we have 1. Dogs.2. Cats, 3.Primates, 3. Dolphins and Whales, 4. Horses, 5. All other domesticated farm animals, i.e.; Cows, Chickens, etc.,.  

God wants to share a spiritual truth with me. These animals are linked to mankind. They share much in common with us, and yet Man was esteem most high of God's creatures. When the world was God desired Man to look after and care for these particular lower animal brother and sisters. This was an important duty that God wanted us to embrace. This was one of many important spiritual lessons that God wanted to teach all of Mankind on this turn of the Great Cosmic wheel.

It seemed to me God had much more He wanted to review with me about His Grand Plan, but for some reason, He chose only this subject to reveal and review for this dream at this time. Interesting that of all the possible topics to review at the end of the Universe that this one was His first choice. I am gob smacked.

I do love to eat animals. I grew up on a farm and have butchered animals. I remember vividly the first time I killed a chicken. When I did it I had a lot of anxiety with it. When you grow up on a farm you are expected to kill things and eat them. You are not allowed to have the luxury of having a moral conscious about it. The family must eat and you must do your duty to provide.

A part of me died when I crossed the killing line. I was only 7 years old. There is no turning back the clock and getting your innocence back. Why is God showing me all this? This is a very deep rabbit hole to go down.

I have no idea what to say or think about this dream. It is a very different kind of dream. I am going to be thinking long and hard about this one for a long time.