Time is of the essence!

[Mario]

Somewhere on Daheshville I posted the story of Salim Ombargi's dream in which he saw the Doctor instructing him to tell "Voot" not to do what she was thinking of doing.

Here is a short summary of this event: "Voot" had summoned a meeting in my honor. The purpose of the meeting was to try to find ways to stop me from creating a movie (or cause the creation of a movie) about the Doctor's life (based on the notes that would eventually become "Innocent in Chains — The notes" and which are now available on Daheshville's "Members Only" section).

According to my own brother, Salim relayed the message to "Voot" and she backed down. That is perhaps why no one ever threatened me with a lawsuit ... I know for a fact that a member of Daheshville (who owns and operates his own site) was threatened with a lawsuit and with words in the style of "you will end up in jail unless you cease..."

Personally, I've had dozens of dreams involving "Voot" over the years, too many to remember specifically. For the most part, I would dream I would find myself in her house and that I am trying to hide from her. Sometimes we would cross paths in these dreams and (interestingly) no harsh words are ever exchanged. On the contrary, she would say "I forgive you" and I would say " I am sorry".

Often, I would also dream of Voot and the Doctor. Here again, and even when the Doctor would say (in the dream) "The way you were treated was a real, real shame" he would only be lamenting the act and never once did I see me lash out at Voot in the dreams. Even when, back in the early nineties, when I dreamt that a machine gun (AK-47) appeared out of thin air and hovered right before him (glowing and standing upright, its "business end" pointing down) and he slapped his palm on his knee, said "Let's put them (Voot and her followers) out of their misery" he was calm and composed. In the first part of that dream, "Voot" was using the Doctor's body to control the Daheshists...

Over the years, and starting with the incident of the Doctor testing me by seeing if I would succumb to Voot's authority or do as he asked (see the story of the reading glasses), I've come to believe that the ultimate Daheshist act is to be able to remain at peace despite the amount of mud thrown in one's face... by one's own "family."

Not easy... Not easy at all.

And for the most part, I figured that I was (as they claim) the worst thing to have ever happened to Daheshism. And maybe I am... I will never know until I lay it all out on the table and let the chips fall where they may.

Therefore, I'm faced with a rather black or white case scenario: someone is downright wrong...

And with the recent exchange with Samer El Haddad, I had reached my epiphany and it goes something like this:

No matter what, and in my opinion, "Voot" is the leader of the Dahehists and she has it within her to set the record straight and correct history. Only SHE can do so.

Last year I recorded this dream while in France (and this is a two line summary of a phenomenal and beautiful dream):

That house, that beautiful house and mansion (I would always find myself in) became mine... I remembered walking up to its majestic columns of white marble and entering it and seeing, at a distance, the Doctor and Voot.

Just as I was about to run out for fear of being mauled and yelled at, the Doctor calls me and greets me warmly!

Voot was not happy... she became (quite literally) a stone relief on the wall and declared "I will not stand to see this man in MY HOUSE!!!"

In the dream, she had no idea her house became mine. The Doctor whisked me away in an effort to mitigate the situation and began talking to me about buying marble... and he went out to the other (older) house which now was also mine...

And on June 1, 2007? I dreamt a fantastic dream during which (and I will summarize it in one line): the Doctor presented me with GOLD bullion as a gift.

Voot and her daughter were also present and were in on the surprise... Again, note that Voot is always there...

That is why I am convinced that the Doctor loves Voot and (as I've often witnessed myself) would have wanted her to do "the right thing."

And that is why we, the creators of Daheshville, the people who PROVED that discussing Daheshism OUT IN THE OPEN is OKAY have the following proposition:

Should Voot:

— Go on the record and expunge the blotch she had caused by going on record and denying that the Doctor was a prophet
— Set up a Daheshist Society that OPENLY admits that it has three branches: The Mission, The Museum, and The Library

we will gladly give her Daheshville and Dahesh.org to do with as she pleases.

And, Voot, you know I loved you like a mother and that you once asked me to make sure you did the right thing... You also know that you tried to destroy me financially for having had the audacity to fulfill my duty. You went as far as withholding whatever meager payment you owed me (and which you, yourself FORCED me initially to accept because I NEVER wanted to accept money for doing work for my Mission) and you even bought carpet in my name and refused to pay the vendors... To you, that was tough love. I know... You once cut your own son off and he became homeless and had to eat from garbage cans. You are a powerful woman and you probably could destroy me many times over.

But I am not afraid of you because I love you and up until my last breath (or yours) I will keep remind you that you need to restore the honor of the kingdom that you have inherited.

Because of your actions opportunists are coming out of the woodwork and trying to takeover.

Rumor has is that a couple of years ago you removed a book written by Doctor Dahesh — published by you— from circulation because it contained harsh words about you...words you have failed to catch before the book went to press. And I am inclined to believe you must be deeply hurt... But remember the cover of the book and remember the dream the Doctor told you (in your own kitchen).

You must know that in the dreams I keep seeing, you still have a special place in the Doctor's heart. I beg you to listen to me as you once used to.

Perhaps had I been a young man of 24, that might have been a tad presumptuous of me. But, as I near the age of 50, I feel I am beginning to earn the right to be this candid and this forward with you...

We don't know how long we have left... Time is of the essence.

I have done my duty and this was the first as well as the last time I will ever ask you. You probably know that, by now, when I say something, I mean it.

Now, I would like to go back to the late Salim, whom I knew very well. In fact, he even stayed with us at the NYC apartment. He and I have had many conversations and he was special to the Doctor. It is perhaps why he was the recipient of this dream pertaining to "Voot" and this whole business of "Tell her no to do what she is thinking of doing."

Secondly, I am about to reveal something I recently regarding the Doctor, Salim ... and the person I've come to refer to as "O'Tool", here, on Daheshville. If you're new to all of this, here is the summary: this is the person who did everything in their power to cripple me financially and to soil my reputation in order to destroy Daheshville. Consequently to that, and being that I am human, I exposed some of what they have done on Daheshville. The key reason being that this person claims to be Daheshism's messiah.

Therefore, the only reason why this business went public was to warn and educate the public and to send out the message that, no, "working with the Devil" is not the right path, even if it means spreading the word of God.

In any case, I've always had an eerie feeling that this person never liked me and only worked with me ("The Devil" I suppose) in order to "accomplish his mission".

You see, on January 2, 2000, I dreamt that I was with "O'Tool". This individual and I were (in the dream) in OUR store.
I leave the store to go somewhere ( not sure where) and I ended up in a townhouse. Once inside, I found myself in a living room that was brightly and pleasantly lit. In that living room, there were clocks of every kind, size and design, all ticking at once. It was mind boggling!

I take a look around the house and in a nook, I noticed a miniature telephone. I mean, it was tiny. The telephone suddenly rings and I wonder "Who the heck is calling to this tiny telephone?!"

I pick it up and Salim Ombargi was on the other end of the telephone line. He asks me if the Doctor was around.

Right then and there, I realized that I was in the Doctor's residence.

However, since I didn't know what I should be saying, I stalled.

The Doctor appears and he is smiling and he asks me "So, who is it and what did you tell him?"

I replied "You know everything. There is no reason for you to ask, is there now?"

He smiled and I realized that it was BROTHER ALI and he teased me by saying "I want to ask anyway!"

He took the phone and keys fell upon the floor. I picked them up and looked at his feet and I wanted to kiss them.

I took my leave in order to rejoin "O Tool" and that's when the strangest thing began to happen:

Every time I thought I was on the right street, the whole scenery would mechanically shift right before my eyes.

Despite my best efforts, I could not get back to "O'Tool"

[Daheshville]

Dream of June 23, 2006

Last year I recorded this dream while in France (and this is a two line summary of a phenomenal and beautiful dream):

That house, that beautiful house and mansion (I would always find myself in) became mine... I remembered walking up to its majestic columns of white marble and entering it and seeing, at a distance, the Doctor and Voot.

Just as I was about to run out for fear of being mauled and yelled at, the Doctor calls me and greets me warmly!

Voot was not happy... she became (quite literally) a stone relief on the wall and declared "I will not stand to see this man in MY HOUSE!!!"

In the dream, she had no idea her house became mine. The Doctor whisked me away in an effort to mitigate the situation and began talking to me about buying marble... and he went out to the other (older) house which now was also mine...

The following is a faithful transcription of the notes Mario entered in a notebook immediately after he woke up, while in France, on June 23, 2006, 5:20 A.M. Paris Time. We have purposely changed the name of one of the key people in the dream to protect their identity. But they and those close to them will know who they are... Also, we have purposely kept the grammatical errors as well as the incomprehensible words that Mario scribbled in the notebook, and placed [] around them. We also took the liberty of adding "quotation" marks and of separating the text with paragraphs. There are also many details that Mario remembers about the dream (in terms of color and context, such as the majestic procession of tall cypress trees to either sides of the monumental entry way leading to the majestic white facade of the Palace sporting huge columns... ) that he did not enter, such as the character of "VOOT" transforming into a stone relief on the wall... and the fact that, initially, both the Doctor and VOOT were (each) in a separate bed in the great hall of the palace.

In the dream I made my way to the amazing palace that was once owned by Voot. I've been there before, but always hidden. This time, I walked in and I [way] (perhaps he meant "saw?") the Doctor in the great hall as well as VOOT to his left hand side. I was a little bit worried from approaching because well, let's face it, I've acted in an incorrigible manner & I was worried the Doctor was upset.

So I said hello with some reticence and the Doctor said to me "Oh come, come" (as if to say, oh don't worry about it). He was very pleased to see me. I look at VOOT and she forced herself to smile, I looked at her and I greeted her, but she didn't reply.

The Doctor said: "Listen, before I forget, let me tell you the story of... I saw this incredible Marble and I commented to the guy selling it that I was looking all my life for this exact type of Marble & that one day I would hope to acquire it..."

And I am listening attentively to what the Doctor is saying, ("uh huh, uh huh) & then the Doctor tells me that the man listening to him said something to the effect of ... "Yeah, sure, as if you could ever acquire it!"

I, evidently, acquired the Palace and VOOT was upset, and she began shaking & interrupted the Doctor by saying:

"I will not stand having this man in this house!"

(Well, it was now MY house...)

So the Doctor got up from his bed & and he went up to me really close almost nose to nose & I took him by the arm & we began walking together (as if he wanted us to leave her until she calmed down) & he said to [me?]: "So, how long do you and I know each other?"

I said... "Oh, I don't know..." I started counting...

There was a trusted woman behind us.

I felt it was Sandrine.

And we went out in the big Garden [,] the trees were majestic, the breeze was fine... I was taking back the Doctor to the original house he loved & which was now deserted.

I owned that one as well.

[Daheshville]

Dream of February 18, 2007

The following is a faithful transcription of the notes Mario entered in a notebook immediately after he woke up, while in France, on February 18, 2007, 11:30 A.M. Paris Time. We have purposely changed the name of one of the key people in the dream to protect their identity. But they and those close to them will know who they are...

Feb 18, 2007

11:30 a.m. I was about to tell the Doctor what happened between Vout & me. He wanted to know & he said "I need to know because this situation/deal would have "fattened you up (meaning it would have been good financially for you given the high profile name of the project)"

And before I had a chance to tell him Sandrine calls to tell me that she had dreamt of the Doctor as well (5:00 a.m.) or so...

[Daheshville]

October 2007 Dreams

The following is a faithful transcription of the notes Mario in his notebook (kept in France).

Oct 23, 2007

On that morning, I woke up to a very strong smell. It felt as if someone had left the garbage in the hall. In fact, the smell was so strong I began to experience a headache. So I fell asleep again and dreamt of the Doctor.

He came [on] a wheelchair and was very happy to see me and my companion, except that we had with us someone who was not supposed to yet see him. So he was annoyed and [say] "How can you bring her, it is not time yet!"

I woke up perplexed & I logged on to Daheshville and I & saw that "Winged Paladin" posted a message regarding the incantation of the Symbol.

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October 26: I dreamed VOOT left me the house. I was all alone in it. I was pacing the hallways wondering just how I will be able to put the alarm since I didn't even know the code.

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October 28, 2007

Just as on Oct 23, 2007, I woke up to the same smell. Then I went to bed again. As just as on October 23, 2007, I dreamed of the Doctor. But this dream was amazing. Initially (in the dream) I had received indication that the Doctor was coming back as a baby.

Then, at some point, I look up (there was a large flat ceiling window/skylight where I was staying.

I saw lo & behold a clear silhouette of a baby. The Doctor has returned as a baby and I could see him smiling (through the frosted glass). I didn't know what to do! Then suddenly a spiritual letter appeared in my hand from Brother Ali, giving me instructions. The Doctor had to be removed from the rooftop as soon as possible. There was the danger from the sun. Plus... there were those who didn't want the baby to survive... So I began the mad rush of trying to get him off the roof before it was too late.

There was a neighbor (a woman) wasn't sure I was serious. But she soon got involved as well and even put herself in danger. She was even kidnapped by the Antagonists. I stormed in, kicked their door, began twisting their necks... But all that was taking us away from achieving the task.

I woke up.

[Loup Solitaire]

Time may be running out faster than you think!

The first of this series of posts starting on November 21st, makes reference to "her house becoming yours". Maybe the house is symbolic of a mission. If it were not for the resources of the Internet, "Daheshville" and other, who would know of Dr Dahesh. This web site may only have limited contributory participation, but it appears to the only source of information concerning the political state of Daheshism.

Concerning time, I am thinking that a "Strange Story" told by Dr Dahesh may not be far away. Time for effecting positive change that might change the course of history is evaporating rapidly.

[zionic]

The first of this series of posts starting on November 21st, makes reference to "her house becoming yours". Maybe the house is symbolic of a mission. If it were not for the resources of the Internet, "Daheshville" and other, who would know of Dr Dahesh. This web site may only have limited contributory participation, but it appears to the only source of information concerning the political state of Daheshism.

Concerning time, I am thinking that a "Strange Story" told by Dr Dahesh may not be far away. Time for effecting positive change that might change the course of history is evaporating rapidly.

OK Ron. You said it. It's out in the open. I guess I can say it too. I've had much the same feeling for several months now, perhaps the better part of a year. All the signs are there (for me) that he is...(I'll try not frighten Mario....bwahahaha) Dahesh's chosen successor or guardian or however one might put it. What shape that role takes, I don't know...but if it is his "house"/mission/ organization/church/whatever then his work takes on a new character, mostly based on decisions being made for him and us by other Daheshists who are variously neglecting their calling one hand and those who are usurping the Mission on the other (Evenson, "O'toole").

Granted that I just ought to keep my mouth shut.

[Johnson]

In addition to the extraordinary dynamics of what is apparently aligning here in “real” time… It is also amazing how we are being linked together and “guided” from worlds far, far away in our dreams. These are the dreams that are different than the ordinary… they are truly a transportation or even transcendence to a world and series of events as real and tangible as the one here that we think is so real…and maybe even more real because of the powerful feelings within them.

There are even people seen in some of these dreams that we interact with and we know who they are, even though we have never met them in person… how utterly amazing! ...and yet this must only scratch at the surface of what other real mysteries of the universe must be that lay out there.

This duality or plurality is absolutely extraordinary… Our affinities here in Daheshville transcend the words and interactions we share via our computers.

I pray for such dreams and frankly get saddened and depressed when a seemingly long period of time goes by before having another such dream… I wish we could summon them at will, but alas things apparently do not work that way… we are on life’s time clock, it is not on ours.

The “master plan” is not just about what happens here, it is also about what happens in places that we can only dream about… (pun intended). The Daheshist Mission is a Spiritual Mission, a Divinely Mandated Mission… it can and will only come together as it is supposed to come together… it cannot be hijacked or stolen… it will be as it is meant to be, by God’s Right. None of us is creating anything here, we are only willing and hopefully deserving participants to it all.

In Mario’s translation of “The Letter of Father Noah” in the Member’s section…. (shown in green) Noah writes…

"The Beloved Guiding Prophet will depart from among you, during an hour from your Earthly hours.
However, do not be sad, oh loved ones, because another guide will be among you.
That guide is the spirit of your guide, and from a lofty group he will come and assemble you…”

What does this tell us? It tells us that our very coming together is structured under certain spiritual rules and guidelines. And Noah adds…and note he does not say try, rather, I read it as a mandate…in our coming together to...

"Dear Loved ones
Love one another..."

And lastly, everything will come in its own time… and organized as only the Divine sees fit…

"There are fantastic secrets still hidden. And their hour shall not come in the near future, except for some of them (whose hour) shall come at different stages in time..."

The courses of things are indeed coming together, as they have always been since the beginning of time... and in many wonderful, yet unexpected ways. It is like peeling the layers of an onion... layer by layer as each new level is revealed, upon reflection, yes indeed, that does make sense...

[Daheshville]

Another point of view...

The first of this series of posts starting on November 21st, makes reference to "her house becoming yours". Maybe the house is symbolic of a mission. If it were not for the resources of the Internet, "Daheshville" and other, who would know of Dr Dahesh. This web site may only have limited contributory participation, but it appears to the only source of information concerning the political state of Daheshism.

Concerning time, I am thinking that a "Strange Story" told by Dr Dahesh may not be far away. Time for effecting positive change that might change the course of history is evaporating rapidly.

OK Ron. You said it. It's out in the open. I guess I can say it too. I've had much the same feeling for several months now, perhaps the better part of a year. All the signs are there (for me) that he is...(I'll try not frighten Mario....bwahahaha) Dahesh's chosen successor or guardian or however one might put it. What shape that role takes, I don't know...but if it is his "house"/mission/ organization/church/whatever then his work takes on a new character, mostly based on decisions being made for him and us by other Daheshists who are variously neglecting their calling one hand and those who are usurping the Mission on the other (Evenson, "O'toole").

Granted that I just ought to keep my mouth shut.

Truth be told: we have NO idea how many other people have the SAME dreams. And chances are, there ARE. In fact, Hussein (long before we published any dream of Mario's) posted his Dream. We have also seen at least one dream posted by Youssef. And of course, the Dreams seen by David Johnson. And even Winged Paladin!

We also have on record (but not yet published on Daheshville) many fantastic dreams by Sandrine dating back to 2002.

All this means that we all form a continuum.

It would be so nice, of course, if anyone from the "older" generation would enter Daheshville... But, that's another issue for another time...

Meanwhile, let us look at the big picture: Currently, yes, there are those who are (quite literally) attempting to "usurp" the Daheshist Mission.

Towards that aim, such overzealous individuals may declare (and perhaps already have done so) that "The Spirit" has entrusted them and ONLY THEM to spread Daheshism. (As if Daheshim can be spread like paint, or... peanut butter!)

They and only they are the ones... In other words, anyone who feels has learned about Daheshism through Daheshville should forget everything they learned, purge all the feelings they felt, erase any positive experience they felt... for... it is MEANINGLESS... Yes... it is ALL meaningless because THEY were not the one to give you (or US) that which (really, and when we think about it) was already WITHIN US all along!

Alright. Putting the gratuitous sarcasm aside for a moment... At best, we can only be CATALYSTS then coaches. No one — not even God Almighty—can turn anyone into a believer unless the believer WANTS to be a believer in the first place...

And It doesn't matter if they "work with the Devil in order to complete" their Mission... or if they alter the truth... just long enough to "convert" people... even if it means trampling over their own...

It is all there in writing... they and only they are the ones...

But is it really?!

There is no known Spiritual mandate (in writing or otherwise) which has given one and ONLY one person the task of spreading Daheshism.

In Loutfi Radwans' book, he reports that Doctor Dahesh, after giving him a brief description of what the Spiritual Fluids were, suggested he speaks to other Daheshists (who happen to be the creme of the crop in terms of "thought, philosophy, and those who happen to have a high education...").

In other words, we understand that NOT only ONE person is chosen to speak. There are those who are gifted thinkers and philosophers (but NOT necessarily formally educated) and those who are. BEAUTIFUL!

And, in fact, many, MANY individuals HAVE been instructed by The Spirit (typically that of the mighty Brother Ali) to spread Daheshism.

But no ONE person HAS been chosen OVER ALL.

And anyone who claims otherwise is a bold faced liar.

There is a difference between the spirit saying something to the effect of:

"You must do this... and should you do that... and you'll be rewarded if you do and don't worry about money if you do..."

Versus...

"You are THE CHOSEN one go and tell everyone to follow you!"

And, incidentally, and just to show how sometimes good people can commit great errors:

Mario Henri Chakkour was once instructed by a person—towards whom he had great regard—to permit himself to LIE IN THE NAME OF DOCTOR DAHESH if he had to...

In other words, that person said to him:"Mario, if you feel you must save someone, LIE, feel free to say: 'I swear in the Name of Doctor Dahesh that etc...' and in your heart, ask for permission to do so... "

For the record, Mario Henri Chakkour has never done that. And when Chakkour heard that person, who he regarded as the "Successor" of Doctor Dahesh after his death, say that to him, he was troubled.

Soon enough, and because he refused to submit to what he considered to be some sort of neo-totalitarianism, he was shunned.

But, he wasn't alone, nor unique.

He may be more vocal and a bit of a showman, and that is perhaps why he would become ONE OF Doctor Dahesh's points of contact/spokesperson (after all, 99% of what Mario had to say to anyone who called HAD to be improvised ON the spot, since outside of any small particular detail Doctor Dahesh might have given him to relate, it was —pretty much—a "fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants—situation".

And because saying the wrong thing, or giving the wrong impression — IN THE NAME of Doctor Dahesh — could lead to a sequence of unwanted events, whose troubles and misery could last a long time, due to the interaction of Spiritual Fluids, one could imagine why NOT just anyone CAN become a spokesperson for Doctor Dahesh.

And, yes, Mario made mistakes!

And yes, Doctor Dahesh even yelled at him!

And yes, Mario once even wanted to die from the mere thought that Doctor Dahesh, being so upset with one tiny, TINY, miscommunication, that he would tell him "I never want to see you nor talk to you again, for the REST of MY LIFE!!!"

(Fortunately, Doctor Dahesh would call Mario hours later, and would forgive Mario... and make no mistake about it, it clearly pained Doctor Dahesh to feel he had to express himself like that... But Mario was supposed to catch every word, every nuance, and not let ONE whisper go by without taking note ... despite the often hurried nature of the conversations...

Therefore, to recap: we must look upon these dreams as proof that there ARE others who see what we see and feel what we feel and that anyone is potentially capable of anything... either good... or bad...

And thank you all who have felt happiness and have publicly expressed your support.

Daheshville is here to serve humanity and the founders are mere public servants who happen to greatly appreciate the honor and trust bestowed upon them.

More precisely, they are servants of their Lord.

Furthermore, should a group of believers and seekers wish to create an official Daheshist organization—and ONLY by virtue of their proven track record in terms of behavior, community building, and other such attractive qualities—they can count on the full support, knowledge, and experience of the founders of Daheshville, however modest it happens to be in the bigger scheme of things.

[Johnson]

In essence, we are all just basically servants (to some capacity) to our fellow beings and the feelings and desires we have to know more, learn more, understand more and see more… Our free will of what we do with each piece of life as it comes along to us determines our ongoing merit to know more, learn more, understand more and see more. To our minds and reference point, it is kind of cyclic…

Sometimes to grow, we are torn down, (like when one exercises); sometimes to grow, we are given a puzzle, whereby we must expend the energy to see where it goes; sometimes to grow we are given a carrot out in front of us that continually leads us on… each piece is given to us with our individual merit coming from what we do with it. There are no absolutes, there are no guarantees… other than that the Divine System is ALWAYS fair, and is ALWAYS just… even if not in the ways that WE would always like.

[Johnson]

I think it is amazing that people are having similar dreams and that that creates another, deeper level of connection between us. I am glad that it has been pointed out that the dreams don't make any of us special (we are all already that)... but rather it signifies another invisible link, a "silver thread" between us all.

The Daheshville Committee has had numerous conversations about the issue of posting dreams, relative to certain individuals that have expressed concern over exactly how to present them. It was rightfully determined that yes, dreams are truly important and/or significant... and yes, there are hopes that as more people come forward, if and when they have significant dreams, this documentation lends another legacy to the continual communion of the Daheshist Community.

It was also determined, that discretion was important, and that depending upon the circumstances, specific names should or should not be used... I believe that we could also post dreams anonymously for someone via "Daheshville" and a Daheshville Administrator if one is more comfortable that way.

In any event, we are all servants to one another and to the greater communities of where we live. One day at a time, one step at a time...

[Daheshville]

Eggs and Red Tomatoes...

The Following is a transcript of Mario's dream seen on January 11, 2008


" I dreamed I was preparing a breakfast for Doctor Dahesh and myself. He was waiting at the dining table and I was busy at the stove. I was making eggs and red tomatoes. First, I made him his eggs, then, suddenly a crisis occurred which required my immediate attention. So I was forced to drop everything and put out a fire (so to speak).

When I got back, the eggs that I made were still there. Still under the stress of having to deal with the crisis, I totally forgot that the Doctor never got his breakfast. In other words, I thought that I had already given his. So I figured that these eggs were mine to eat. So I ate them.

I could see the Doctor and he had a perplexed look. Still sitting in the dining area, I could now hear him ask "But when am I going to eat?"

Oh my GOD! It all came back to me!

So, here is the Doctor wondering where I was with his breakfast and here I am scrambling to make a new batch. I messed up. I burnt the butter. The eggs too... I panicked... he finally came up to me and asked "What is going on?"

So I apologized profusely and explained the situation. I was so embarrassed.

He immediately put me at ease and told me not to worry about it, and that not making the eggs was not that much of a big deal, and that there are far worse things in life that truly merit I worry about them.

I woke up. "

[Daheshville]

Dream of June 21, 2007

This dream was posted by Mario on the Daheshville Board of Directors Forum on June 21, 2007.

I was with the Doctor and "Voot".

He announced to me, to my great surprise, that he now had become an American Citizen. (In reality, I don't even know if he had a green card...)

Then he asked me to get him some fruit, I suggested I fetch a banana as well, to which he said "yes" ...

I went to the kitchen, still puzzled over HOW he was able to gain his citizenship, and I woke up.

[Daheshville]

Dream of December 6, 2006

The following is a faithful transcription of the dream that Mario saw on December 6, 2006:

"The Doctor was speaking to me by phone (what was interesting was the fact that I was seeing him before just like a holographic image) then he says to me "Mario, I love you" as well as other things, and I can't believe my ears and I ask myself: "Did the Doctor just tell ME that?"

Then, suddenly, I realize that it was BROTHER ALI speaking through Doctor Dahesh. The Doctor (once he realizes what happened) tells me "This is fantastic!" etc.

Then I see myself with Sandrine and we are with the Doctor and he performs a miracle and I realize it was Brother Ali and right at that moment, his face transforms a little bit!

And as I was about to alert Sandrine and another person with whom she (now) was and say "Look, look!" his face immediately came back to its original shape... that of the Doctor's!

[Daheshville]

Dream of February 23, 2007

The following is a faithful transcription of the dream that Mario saw on February 23, 2007

"Very scary dream... Type 'war of the worlds' by Spielberg... Except that here, it was the END of the world... But I was (with the Daheshists) behind a glass wall and I was seeing it all... everything... the big machines that were destroying the humans... the gray skys... and... before that

THE BROTHER ALI had come to give me A MESSAGE. So I run towards him and I see his flying space ship..."

[Daheshville]

Series of Dreams...

The following is a faithful transcription of the dreams that Mario saw on separate occasions:

November 6, 2007

"I had a dream of the Doctor. I know it was very good but no recollection"


November 7, 2007

"I dreamed of the Doctor yet again!!! Alas... no recollection... But I could have sworn that he took my head with his too hands and we touched with our foreheads... just like in that Brad Pitt movie... "


April 10, 2007

Sandrine and I were in a Duplex, I believe it was the Doctor's duplex and we were waiting for him.

I wore RED pants! How awful! I felt so ashamed! And I tried to find another pair... too late, the Doctor shows up and I try to explain the Red Pants situation... then I noticed his pajamas... They were RED as well!

Then the Doctor spreads before us some Pita Bread that he brought Sandrine and I!"