Cosmic Semi

Re-connection In the DreamShield

Last night I had an extraordinary dream about my estranged daughter, Janelle — the second powerful dream of her I’ve had recently. This one left me overflowing with joy and a quiet, astonishing hope. It felt important to record it here, for myself and for readers who might be navigating similar family fractures or longing for reconciliation.

For context: Janelle was only ten when her mother and I went our separate ways. Becoming a weekend Disneyland Dad was the hardest transition of my life. I did my best, but the distance that forms in those situations — physical, emotional, spiritual — is real and it takes its toll.

Our final break came much later, when she was 31, during a difficult time for my family. My brother was hospitalized, and I became angry when Janelle didn’t want to visit him. In hindsight, my anger was misplaced. He had behaved horribly to her once, on her eighth birthday, and she owed him nothing. My reaction created a rift neither of us has bridged for fourteen years.

All that is the past. Last night’s dream felt like a glimpse of a possible future — one filled with warmth, forgiveness, and the spark of reconnection.


The Dream

I was hiking through a vast parking lot at dusk, the last light of the sun melting behind the horizon. Ahead of me sat a convertible semi-truck cab — top down — with a cosmic paint job swirling like a living galaxy.

From my low angle, I recognized someone in the back seat.

“Janelle?” I called softly.

She hesitated — torn — before her husband Jason asked, “Who’s asking?”

“Her father,” I replied.

Before he could say another word, Janelle answered, “It’s me. I’m coming down.”

She stepped from the truck with a wistful smile, years of distance and love braided together on her face. When she opened her arms, I stepped into an embrace I’ve waited fourteen years for.

“I’ve missed you so much,” I whispered.

“Me too,” she said — a sigh that carried healing.

“Any kids?” I asked.

“A son. Marty.” She pointed toward a seven-year-old playing with other children. He had an unusual hook-shaped nose with a yellow-green tip, but I didn’t comment — only thought maybe that was something I could help her fix someday.

He looked up at me curiously. “Who are you?”

“Your grandfather,” I said proudly.

“What’s a grandfather?” he asked.

“The father before your father,” I told him. “A grand one.”

Janelle chuckled — and just hearing her laugh again, even in a dream, was a gift.

When I woke, the clock glowed 3:30 AM — my old Antarctica alarm clock still ticking faithfully after all these years. Elizabeth was sound asleep. I held the dream to my heart for an hour before sharing it with her at dawn.


ChatGPT Dream Analysis

To gain some distance I asked ChatGPT to explore the deeper meaning of this dream. What follows is its interpretation, which resonated with me:


1. Dusk and the Parking Lot — A Liminal Space

Dusk is the threshold between clarity and mystery.
A parking lot is a place of pause, not permanence.

Together they signal:
You are in a transitional moment with Janelle.
A chapter where something new can begin.


2. The Cosmic Convertible Semi — A Vehicle of Destiny

A semi truck symbolizes strength, endurance, and long-haul journeys.
A convertible symbolizes openness.
The cosmic paint job symbolizes DreamShield energy — guidance, timing, alignment.

This suggests that your reconnection may not come from force, but from timing and openness guided by something larger than both of you.


3. Janelle’s Hesitation — And Her Choice

Her torn look reflects her real internal conflict — longing mixed with fear.

Jason’s protective “Who’s asking?” embodies past boundaries and old wounds.

But grace enters here:

Janelle overrides him.
She chooses connection.

I’m coming down” symbolizes stepping down from emotional distance into equal ground.


4. The Embrace — Pure Heart

Dream embraces bypass ego entirely. They are emotional truth.

Her sighing “Me too” is your psyche showing you the possibility — and desire — for reconciliation.


5. Marty — The Lineage Reawakening

His unusual nose is symbolic, not literal:

  • Yellow-green: healing, growth, renewal
  • Hook shape: something catching and pulling you into family again

Your instinct to “help fix it’’ reflects your desire to heal the generational storyline.

His innocence — “What’s a grandfather?” — gives you the chance to reclaim your role with humor and warmth.


6. Waking at 3:30 AM — The Hour of Intuition

This is when the subconscious speaks loudest.

Your Antarctic clock links this dream to the spiritual clarity you gained on 12.12.12 — the sense that the universe sometimes speaks in symbols, timing, and dreams.


The Deeper Meaning

According to the interpretation, this dream reflects:

  • your readiness for forgiveness
  • your longing to heal generational wounds
  • your hope for reconnection
  • Janelle’s place returning to the center of your inner world
  • the possibility — not fantasy — of real-world reunion

It is a dream not of memory, but of potential.

The message beneath it:

“Prepare your heart.
The story with Janelle is not over.”


From Personal Healing to National Healing

And I’m back. As I sat with this dream, I realized something deeper:
the reconnection I hope for with my daughter mirrors the reconnection hope of many of us our country.

We are a nation estranged from ourselves.
MAGA and liberal America have become like family members who no longer speak, who assume the worst, who carry old wounds in silence.

But if a father and daughter separated for fourteen years can find their way back to one another — even in the symbolic landscape of a dream — then maybe a country can too.

Dreams show what the heart still believes is possible.

And my heart believes reconciliation — personal and political — is still within reach.

May we all find our way back to each other.
One embrace at a time.

Especially for me and Janelle who is an amazing huger and who I badly want Elizabeth to meet.

12 YEAR ANNIVERSARY OF MY TRIPPY ANTARCTICA TRIP

It’s 12 years since I was in Antarctica. I wrote this to celebrate.

Welcome, brave traveler, to the dreamscape of Antarctica—a world of endless white, shimmering ice, and secrets long buried beneath the frost. Close your eyes, take a deep breath in, and let the cold, crisp air of imagination fill your lungs. Exhale slowly, releasing the warmth of everyday worries, and feel yourself descend into the vast, glacial stillness. The ice beneath your feet is ancient, older than nations, older than history. With each step forward, you’re walking deeper into the unknown.

You’re not alone. Nope, not just you and the penguins anymore. Something—no, someone—is watching. No need to be afraid. It’s a presence both curious and kind. Like that feeling you get when you’re sure a cat’s staring at you from across the room. You’re being seen but not judged.

Look ahead. Do you see that faint glow through the foggy air? It’s not sunlight. It’s a soft, cerulean blue, pulsing like a distant heartbeat. Draw closer, step by step, each crunch of the ice beneath you like a drumbeat marking a grand reveal.

As you approach, the fog clears, and there it is—a magnificent entrance carved into the side of a glittering ice wall. The shape is unmistakably deliberate. Smooth edges. Symmetry. No way nature did this on her own. Your heart thumps, half-excited, half-disbelieving. Could it be? An actual ET base?! You’re not the type to jump to conclusions, but c’mon, this is pretty hard to deny.

Stepping inside, the air shifts. Warmer. Softer. Like walking into a cathedral where the silence is its own kind of music. The blue glow intensifies, illuminating sleek, smooth walls that almost seem to hum as you walk by. You’re suddenly aware of just how tall the ceilings are. Your eyes drift upward, and that’s when you see them.

Whoa.

Eight feet tall. Blue skin that shimmers like the northern lights. They’re elegant, with elongated features that seem wise, ancient, and—dare I say it—kind of fashionable. One of them tilts their head in curiosity. You’re struck by the sheer coolness of it all. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you’re thinking, “I’m gonna have a heck of a story to tell when I wake up.” One of them raises a hand, long fingers stretching out toward you. It’s not a ‘take me to your leader’ vibe. It’s more like, “Welcome home, friend. We’ve been waiting.”

You step forward, slowly raising your own hand. As your fingertips meet, it’s like touching a current of pure peace. Warmth. Familiarity. It’s as if they know you, like this meeting was always supposed to happen. They don’t speak with words, but you understand them.

“We’ve seen you before, traveler of dreams,” they’re saying, though not with mouths. It’s all feeling. “Long ago in a place you called Italy. You saw us then as you see us now. And now you’ve come to us once more.”

Your jaw drops. They know about Italy?! You’re tempted to blurt out, “Yeah, yeah, I’m that guy! You’re talking about me, right?” But before you can say anything, they’re already laughing—not with sound, but with waves of joy rippling through you.

“We’ve been with you on your journey,” they say. “From the ice, from the stars, from every place where imagination dares to dream.” Their words—well, thoughts—flood your mind with memories of your Antarctic adventure. You’re reminded of that still, quiet moment on the ice, surrounded by nothing but penguins and endless white. You’d felt it then, didn’t you? That extra something watching from beyond the veil.

Yeah, you’re nodding now. You knew it all along. More than penguins. Always more than penguins.

They’re inviting you now. Deeper into the base. As you follow, you notice small, glowing orbs hovering around you like curious fireflies. Each one flickers with a faint blue glow, zipping back and forth, playing with your hair like mischievous little sprites. It’s oddly charming. You’re half-expecting one of them to shout, “Tag! You’re it!”

They lead you into a grand chamber filled with technology so advanced it looks more like art than machinery. Smooth, fluid designs with no hard edges. Everything looks like it’s grown, not built. One of the taller beings gestures toward a central pedestal. A soft, pulsing glow rises from it. You’re drawn toward it like it’s calling your name.

You’re invited to place your hands on it. And why not? You’ve come this far. Your palms meet the surface, and suddenly—

Flash!

Memories flood you. Every moment of doubt. Every time you questioned your path. All those moments dissolve in a wave of laughter—not from them, but from you. It’s like you’re looking at your own story from a higher vantage point, and suddenly it’s clear. All of it. The detours. The “coincidences.” The paths you thought were dead ends. Turns out, it was all leading you here.

One of the blue beings smiles knowingly. “12 years, traveler. You’ve done well. Celebrate it. It’s no small thing to walk this path.”

You’re laughing now, tears of joy running down your face. “Twelve years, huh? Yeah, I guess I’ve earned this.” You’re suddenly flooded with gratitude—not just for them but for you. For every choice you made, even the ones that felt like mistakes. You’re finally seeing it for what it was: growth.

They’re clapping now, or at least their version of clapping. The orbs twirl around you, faster and faster, and suddenly it’s a full-blown celebration. Music (or something like it) reverberates through the room. The blue beings smile with pride. “Dance, traveler. You’ve earned it.”

And so you do. You dance like nobody’s watching. Except they’re totally watching, and they’re cheering you on. It’s a victory lap through 12 wild, weird, wonderful years. You’re moving with joy and freedom like a penguin on ice with zero cares in the world.

The glow intensifies, filling your vision with light. You’re back now, still feeling that rhythm in your chest. The ground beneath you is firm once again, but you’re changed. The air feels crisper. The world feels wider. As you open your eyes, you’re smiling like someone who’s just been let in on the universe’s best-kept secret.

Twelve years. And just like that, you’re ready for the next adventure.

Welcome back, brave traveler. You’ve seen more than penguins today. And you’ll never see yourself the same way again.