Saturday, June 21, 2025, at 8:32 PM: I had trouble with leg cramps today and began meditating to manage them at around noon time. As I began to feel relief, I suddenly found myself on the ocean. I knew right away this was a full-blown vision of the precognitive kind.
Hovering at the rail with water below me, looking down at a 45-degree angle, I saw a cream-colored Sea Ray Sun Dancer powerboat, approximately 24 feet in length. The color was identical to that of my parents’ 1985 Sirius 28, which was cream-colored with brown stripes. This Sea Ray Sun Dancer seemed to be a design from back in the 1980s and was sinking.
When it did, I settled into the water. I did a little diving to see how deep the water I was in was. It turned out to be deep, me figuring it had to be one-hundred feet in depth if not more.
It was around 72 degrees out on the water and damp. The water was warm.
I thought briefly of sharks but decided they wouldn’t be a problem, as I was floating on the surface with no part of my body below the water. I was actually floating on my back with my legs straight out in front of me. I had my head raised up out of the water completely and was looking around, trying to decide what my next move should be. Where should I go?
Then I heard the sound of waves coming towards me. Even though I wasn’t on a beach, the waves sounded like surf, even though I could see that they didn’t have white caps on them. This didn’t concern me and then I felt the wind pick up and begin pushing me towards the waves at a pretty good clip.
As I felt the water moving around the heels of my feet, as if they had become the bow of a boat, the small quiet voice from within began telling me to go with it and just let the wind take me. So, I did.
Next thing I know, I’m seeing land in front of me with people in the water to my right. It was a bunch of women talking with each other about something, I do not remember what. It should be noted here that it seemed to be around 1:00 PM on a brightly overcast day with me facing a westerly direction.
Then things changed. It seemed to be around 4:00 PM and we’d gone from being in the water to being in some kind of conference room in a building that had large windows facing the sun. This was a stark contrast with the part of the vision where I was out on the water, because everything was overcast until we switched from being in the water to suddenly being in this conference room.
I realized that I was the only guy in the room and the women nearest me were talking about me. I don’t remember what was said, but I do remember looking at one black haired woman and trying to answer the question she was asking the others about me.
When she continued to ignore me, I felt anger rise up inside me. I remember looking straight at her and forcefully saying in my head, “Acknowledge me!” I felt a rush of energy leave me as I did this. It moved up from my waste, traveling all the way up through my head, and then outward towards her.
Then, somewhat to my surprise, she suddenly began including me in the conversation like I was her best bud. Once she did this, all the other women began talking with me rather than about me, too. “It was cool!”
Then I was suddenly walking down a street with my cane, possibly in Manhattan. Music from someone’s iPod or phone was playing ahead of me at first, and I tried to pinpoint their exact location, but they moved to my right without responding.
It seemed to be between 4:00 PM and 5:00 PM, with clear, dry summer weather around 72 degrees. As I walked north on the left sidewalk, the music source remained close by, seemingly ignoring me intentionally.
However, I don’t know what happened after that because my phone rang and woke me up from the vision.
The time when I came out of the vision was 12:41 PM. I had put my feet up to do the meditation around 11:45 AM. I think I lost consciousness at around 12:05 PM.
So, I don’t know how things would have ended. Did I trip the music carrying pedestrian with my cane due to their lack of response? “I’ll never know!”
But I don’t think it matters. That was my impression upon waking while listening to the phone ring on my desk.
Emotions & Mood:
- Curiosity: That urge to dive deeper; literally and figuratively; testing the water’s depth, scoping out the scene, wondering where I ought to go next.
- Serenity: A floating calm, neither fear nor hurry even as the waves rise and the wind picks up, just letting the current have its way.
- Vigilance: The slight edge that comes with thinking of sharks.
- Isolation: That sense of being the only one, set apart; the lone guy in the water, and later, the lone guy in the conference room, observed but not included.
- Frustration: Especially when ignored by that black-haired woman, the slow rise of annoyance as conversation moves around me but never to me.
- Intensity: The sudden jolt of energy when I mentally shout, “Acknowledge me!” and it shoots from my core outwards, flipping the script in the room.
- Amazement: The moment I’m included and go from outsider to center of attention; “It was cool!”
- Uncertainty: Walking down the street, music in the air, unsure whether to act or hold back, the story unfinished, left hanging on a phone ring.
- A Kind of Acceptance: Ultimately, shrugging at the unresolved ending, sensing it doesn’t matter how it finished; letting it go as the vision slips away.
Key Symbols & Characters
- The ocean: A kind of psychic space. Harmful things in the water are a pre-indicator of harmful people around me or about to enter into my environment. Surface waves may indicate potential emotional disturbance, although this is improbable given my calm feelings upon seeing the waves, which I did not actually experience in the vision.
- Boat: A sign of possible monetary gain pending, (It’s sinking not anything to be concerned with based on history with this symbol).
- The Conference Room: A place where minds meet, even in dream land (May be hinting at possible psychic ability to influence given what transpired).
- Myself (the only guy in the room): Isolated at first, observed but not included, feeling the pulse of anger and energy when ignored, then suddenly the center of attention.
- The Black-Haired Woman: Mysterious, pivotal; the focus of my attention and frustration, the one whose acknowledgment flips the whole dynamic of the room.
- The Group of Women: Observers and commentators, initially exclusive, but transformed once the barrier is breached.
- My Cane: Symbolic tool of navigation for us blind folks, both literal and maybe figurative, briefly raising the question of agency in that ambiguous street scene.
- The Pedestrian with the Music: Unseen, ambiguous, possibly the object of my frustration, whose actions remain ultimately unknown because I didn’t have my phone’s Do Not Disturb mode turned on.
Interpretation: Three clear messages surfaced in this precognitive vision:
- Unexpected Windfall: The cream-colored Sun Dancer, matching my parents’ old Sirius, foretells a likely monetary or material gain; perhaps an impromptu gift, dinner out, or another useful windfall arriving when I least expect it.
- Trust Your Inner Guide: Floating in deep, warm water while a quiet voice urged, “Go with it,” reminds me that gut instincts are reliable. When life’s currents shift, I’m meant to surrender to that small, still directive rather than overthink.
- Exerting Quiet Agency: In the women’s circle, my silent command; “Acknowledge me”; and the immediate shift in their behavior tell me I can possibly influence group dynamics without overt force or anyone’s awareness in some situations. This gift levels the playing field in social situations that have too often left me on the fringes.
Taken together, the vision confirms:
- I’m on the brink of receiving unexpected abundance.
- My intuition deserves full trust.
- I possess a subtle, psychic “voice” I can use to claim space and reshape interactions; no spectacle required.
Sunday, June 22, 2025: 9:56 AM: Notation: Drifting Between Worlds: A Vision of Water and Conversation: Key Symbols & Characters:
- The Time 1:00 PM: If we were to look at 1:00 PM in military time the hour would be 1300. I know from Numerology to ignore the zeros. Therefore, 1300 hours becomes 13. For me, this is a warning of a possible severe weather event pending. This is not written in stone and is only a strong possibility, only 80% likely.
- The time 4:00 PM: In military time, 4:00 PM is 1600 hours. In Numerology, ignoring the zeros and adding the remaining numbers results in 7. My history with the number 7 as a dream symbol indicates a moderate potential for a pending intimate encounter.
Typically, if precognitive symbols like the ones mentioned above occur, any event related to them happens within ninety-six hours after the dream or vision. This goes for the monetary gain boats symbolize as well.
Sunday, June 22, 2025: 10:37 AM: Notation: Drifting Between Worlds: A Vision of Water and Conversation: Connections to Waking Life: I had totally forgotten about the 13 and 7 dream symbols while working on last night’s dream analysis. However, when I heard the thunder boomers at 9:00 AM this morning… “Rain was not in the forecast at 1:30 AM this morning when I finally went to bed.”
I can’t see the lightning, but the thunder is intense, suggesting possible cloud-to-ground strikes. It’s raining now and will likely be doing so with varying levels of intensity throughout the day.
As far as the intimacy symbol goes, maybe I will get my lucky seven. But chances of that are only about 50% these days, “But one can dream.”