OBE – Talking Baby – Ornate Rare Bird Dream July – 2011

The dream starts off with multiple images of the English royal family, specifically the younger members. I am somehow to become some kind of an adviser to them. In the dream I know this is because Diana had an interest in dreams.

Next the wife and I are on a very posh English country estate, as guests. There is a strange relationship whereby the estate owners are a little discomforted about our presence because we are “oiks”, yet they need and want to get something from me. We have the run of the house and the use of the indoor pool. We have been swimming naked. We get out of the pool and the wife wraps herself in a large white towel. Together we walk into the kitchen. The man there, the estate owner, hands me a towel to cover myself. He is ill at ease but knows that he needs / wants something from me.

Next, I am arriving at a very extensive and expensive Italian country estate. There are two brothers who live there. They are younger than me. The estate is magnificent. One of the men is looking after a child who is deaf and mostly mute. There is a sense that the mother is no longer around. They keep the child in a room, it is baby like. The other brother is on drugs. It seems that he is hiding from the world. When I arrive, he is underwater in the pool having recently taken a “hit”. His brother says that he is having an out of body experience under the water. He gets out of the water and dries off. The other brother and I go off into town to gather supplies from the local store.

We settle in for the night in the same room as the child. He and I are lying on the floor on a mattress whilst the child is in the corner. The child appears to be unsettled. I go over to comfort the child. I know that I will be looking after it tomorrow. The child’s skin seems a little dry and it is completely hairless. I talk to it and caress it.

It starts to speak clearly with me and stands up on its feet. It is around five years old but is still dressed and treated like a baby, it still has some baby like behaviour. Now, though profoundly deaf, it is speaking very clearly though only to me. The man is totally astounded. He, in all his years, has never seen anything like it. The child continues to walk and talk.

The scene now changes and I have with me an ornate bird cage with a small, rare and beautiful bird inside it. I am walking with the man in a field carrying the cage. I tell him that I am going to do an experiment and that he must be quiet and still. We come to a wall / hedge at the edge of the meadow which is full of wild flowers and long grasses. I ask him to lie down and be still.

I place the cage on the hedge and open the door. The bird is hesitant at first but soon starts to edge its way out of the cage. Soon it is fully outside and another of its kind flies by. The once caged bird joins in and starts flying around. In time there is a whole flock of them. They do a “fly past” as if to say thanks and disappear off towards the mountains.

Next the wife and I are looking on the computer for where to go on holiday or where to live. It must be somewhere where it will be good for birds and for freeing them. On the screen I see a property which we have looked at before but discarded. I open up the web page again. It is an isolated property in North Wales. It is at a bend in the road which runs along the mountain side. Rather than being a static image it starts to animate. The property is of an Eastern style with a veranda, land and gardens.  It is set back from the road a little, on the side of a small valley. Behind the property there is a stream and a small waterfall. The whole image is now animated and we can see the waterfall. This will be a great place to free birds.

Dream Ends.

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Blue Corridor-Massive Owl Dream 5-2-22

This morning’s dream was the most vividly coloured one I have had in many years.

I am in a car with my wife. We are driving down a narrow street and I am looking for an entrance in the walls. I will know it when I see it. There is an opening, and the walls are pointed with immaculately cut stone blocks. I know this is the place. The wife is hesitant in case it is private property. I say that I have seen this place a number of times in the dreaming. I turn right into the opening. The car we are driving is our right-hand drive Peugeot 207. As we enter the properties the walls are of a vibrant and almost radiant royal blue. The colour is very intense. We drive several metres down this tunnel.

The ground has dark red granite-based gravel. The tunnel heads off ahead of us. There is a turning to the right also with the intense blue walls. I take this turning and it leads to an immaculate courtyard in front of a grand French town house. There is a short staircase leading to the front door. I take this staircase. The door opens before me and a corridor leads me up into a large wooden floored ornate ballroom. It is a bit chavvy like Versailles.

The ball room is twenty to thirty metres long. At the far end of the room on a heavily decorated antique table is a huge ornate bird cage. It is about 1.5 metres tall and 1 metre in diameter. Inside the cage is a huge owl. The owl is almost as big as the cage. It stares right at me and then fluffs up all its feathers around its head to make a big circle. It then relaxes them and repeats this several times. The owl and I are staring at each other and there is a sense of being at-one with this owl. I sense that it is caught in its gilded cage. But the owl knows that it can at any time de-materialise the cage. This it does and the cage vanishes. The owl then stands on the table and fluffs up its feathers again whilst maintaining eye-contact.

I feel an enormous sense of camaraderie with the owl.

The dream ends.