Blue_Opossum

Morning of September 6, 2007. Thursday.



There is this supposedly alien girl (unsure of from which planet) who is a friend’s girlfriend (Rick S from Chicago). However, she eventually seems more attracted to me and I feel somewhat guilty. She does not seem to care anything at all about her present or past male friends. She seems human-like at first (though does not remind me of anyone I have ever actually known), but her body parts keep changing into different things as she kisses me. Her mouth and lips come out like an extended trumpet-shape, even playing short musical phrases in the seeming manner of a malleable trumpet (but with more of a clarinet sound) and I feel all these weird, but pleasing sensations (I believe this can be traced back to when I was a boy and a neighbor girl sang to me through a longer tube). Her mouth and part of her head become flat for a time and forms something that also looks like our outside drainage cover in real life, and eventually fingers (or tendrils?) come out from the sides of her eyes to touch my face - all very “normal” to me in my dream - at least for an “alien” I suppose, and eventually, I feel less guilty relative to my friend’s failure to keep the alien girl interested in him.

Her chest opens up and flutters like pages of a book with her singing in an unknown language. It seems to be some sort of complex skeletal system that does this during arousal (thin layers of bone or tissue that look just like pages of a book turning, that is - some sort of weird heart muscles as well - which is apparently similar to a spider’s so-called book lungs in some ways). I am almost sure that I see writing in her alien language - which looks a lot like Armenian mixed with little sketches of plumbing systems - but then I see it is actually red blood-vein patterns.

Prior to waking, my friend “warns” me that “water keeps coming out of her”, and supposedly it never stops. I seem to already know this and just shrug and go off to find her again as I wake.

This was the second precognitive dream of this date. A little later, when I am awake, my wife tells me that the drainage system has been overflowing and “water keeps coming back out” - this is the first time this has happened at this address. Precognition seemed to more clearly dominate two of this date’s dreams, more integrated than usual and visually precise, especially as the “face” of the drainage cover also appeared in-dream.

Morning of August 28, 2004. Saturday.



Some friends and I walk through different, unfamiliar areas of our neighborhood and solely by doing that, we eventually end up in the very distant future (common dream scenario for me). At first, we need to climb over hills of dark sand (reminding me of those near industrial areas I have been to in real life), and it is fun climbing and sliding down (a recurring dream scene when much younger), although there are also climbs on rocky mountains and cliffs impossibly high from ground level, though there is no fear. In this future we find that only a few people are left on the entire planet, and most of them are older cleaning ladies and dock hands who only live on smaller islands or near the sea and who are somehow slowly remaking and “fixing” the world that was destroyed. We are near the ocean and almost all the humpback whales that are still extant are sick and too close to shore. It is so bad, you can see old laundry suds and chemical sludge spray from them and tons of junk in the water (I do recognize the irony that “cleaning” ladies use detergents and chemicals that may harm the environment).

After awhile, a recurring dream ability of mine is focused upon. I move my hand in line with old, collapsed buildings and they become new; the chipped paint becomes a fresh, but dry coat. Splintered, rotting wood rejoins as fresh timber. A fallen bridge rebuilds itself so that we are able to walk to different cities to fix things up more quickly. The old boards actually come up from the polluted ocean to remake the bridge; and nails arise, lose their rust like dust falling off, several in a perfect line hitting the wood like bullets and remaking the bridge perfectly (even better than it ever was), moving toward land in each direction at the same time. It is known that the whales will also heal after awhile, and the suds begin to lower.

Seemingly integrated into a “reset” of aspects of my above dream was the subject of an ancient and extremely valuable semitransparent oval stone with a darker stone visible inside, found near a beach, I believe, though there is also some sort of vague scene involving a hidden panel in the wall at Loomis Street, accessed by moving a light switch a certain way. The darker stone inside, over time, slowly becomes a multicolored “alien” baby (of mostly dark brown, olive, and orange tones), the bright, wise eyes appearing first (after the hint of eyelids which eventually open), then the rest, but in clearly defined steps. This creature (possibly remaining within the stone as it develops further - its adult stage is not known) will also generate as well as give great power to heal this futuristic world as well as help my family, friends, and I. At this point, our travels seem to relate to an additional quest of some kind.

There is also an area near a seemingly long-abandoned park with bizarre ancient trees (that apparently serve as little houses in some cases) and “impossible” but natural structures that seem not of this world, yet (in my dream) I have a very clear but faux memory of my friends and I having played there often as children, so that it actually feels quite nostalgic and like a real memory. This is likely due to buried thoughts concerning the very large and highly unusual banyan tree that was in the playground in reality.

Morning of September 6, 1977. Tuesday.



This was a long dream as a teen (seemingly with a few “resets” in the first versions), first dreamt in Cubitis in 1977. It recurred many times over several years (until the movie “The Fly” 1986 version was released and in which a scene matched my much older dream). The “soundtrack” of later versions was the music from the movie “The Black Hole” (1979) which I had the soundtrack record of.

Lisa M and her family are moving back to Cubitis, having driven down Highway Seventeen from the south, though I am not sure why. It is seemingly midnight or just after when they pull stealthily into their driveway (of tiny broken up seashells, bits of clam shells, and sand). I run and inform my parents regardless of the later hour, with somewhat of a sense of awe. (In reality, ironically, she had begun public high school for the first time after her family moved - the same one I would have went to - but shortly after I stopped going.)

In my dream, a fictional song called “Grasshopper” (supposedly by Kenny Rogers) was part of my “dream-movie’s” background music in later versions. (Two of the lines of the song were “When we were kids we used to play in the backyard” and “Grasshopper, grasshopper, come back to me” - slightly similar to the melody of “Matchmaker” from “Fiddler on the Roof” - possible association with the grasshopper fiddling in the “Ant and the Grasshopper” fable.)

Over time, I learn of some unusual and disturbing issues; “this” Lisa was not the “original” Lisa; at one point, something to do with being right-handed or left-handed due to an injury from doing cartwheels, I think, which is based on a distorted memory of a story about losing virginity when doing too many cartwheels or riding a horse. The “new” Lisa is some sort of shape-shifting creature, possibly from another planet (though this is not certain). The grasshopper as a deuteragonist may be associated with Jiminy Cricket relative to morals and conscience (or presumed guilt), though greatly augmented.

Later, a human skeleton is found in the concrete flower-box in front of where my bedroom is (outer west-most wall) when some new coleus plants are to be put in by my mother. Surprisingly, it turns out to be the real Lisa’s skeletal remains. It seems that the creature had somehow taken at least partial control of the parents to move “back home” to produce offspring. This mind control wears off at one point. (The focus on death is likely more about Jenny C, who was murdered about a month earlier by another male a couple years younger than me). This also loosely foreshadowed a real-life experience I had while fishing one morning. My mother had used plastic milk jugs as filler for the flower box. When I reeled my line in at one point, I mistook a plastic milk jug filled with sediment for a human skull, which gave me palpitations a temporary shock.

The fake Lisa had vanished when the news was spread about the shape-shifting alien invader. I later (for reasons I am not certain of) communicate with her again very late at night. It turns out that the real Lisa had been deliberately replaced by the female grasshopper-like creature that could mimic people (much like the movie “Mimic” that came out years later but the creature being far more human-like in my dream).

Earlier versions of my dream ended with the same scene as in the new version of “The Fly” (1986) where the large insect “foot”/leg moves out and comes down in the same way with the same timing, personal mood and reflection, and “color” upon my seeing the movie for the first time. There is one final scene where a small white shaggy dog (unknown Maltese) is barking at the creature as I fall backwards in my presumed “death”. (This turns out to have been precognitive of my wife’s life as related in the June 2014 dream “A Long Journey with my Wife”.)

Parts of later versions of my dream seemed similar to scenes from “Five Million Years to Earth” (1967) as well (“Quatermass and the Pit”). She becomes a mother and produces thousands of locust-like creatures that destroy the world; nothing but empty trees and bare ground as far as the eye can see, which again, uses the soundtrack from “The Black Hole” (same ending theme to my “dream movie”). Grasshopper-like creatures leap around almost like a sense of playful horses from an underside view, but…no more people, ever (other than myself). (There is no logical pondering of what will happen when all the vegetation is gone, which would likely be not that far into the future as I already see a lot of leafless trees over the infested landscape.)

Night of August 13, 1976. Friday.



I am within a continuity of false awakenings. There is a somewhat uneasy sense that someone else - a stranger - had somehow gotten into the house. This is unrealistic, as my bed is actually blocking the unused jalousie-window door to the carport (which opens inward). However, there is a shadowy form that I am sure is an intruder. It turns out to be a balding man in a loose, white, robe-like outfit and with some sort of medical kit in a metallic brief case, similar in size and shape to my real-life typewriter case which I then used for part of my Matchbox car, Johnny Lightning, and Hot Wheels collection. For some reason, I get the impression that he is “from Saturn” even though he seems fully human and from Earth. This seems based on some sot of hypnotic muttering he continues with and it is something to do with male surrogate “pregnancy” for an experimental reptile-like offspring, the area of the thumb being the ideal location for several reasons (including a natural tendency to draw the hand forward in defense). I seem to be part of some sort of unorthodox experiment conducted by a publicly unrevealed department of government.

I am unable to move or react as I am in a state of sleep paralysis, but not as vivid as usual. He injects something into my right thumb. I feel I need to escape as soon as possible. The utensil he uses is like a cross between a hypodermic needle, an ankh, and small scissors. There are various other objects similar to this in his case. I somehow manage to get out of my bed and try to get into the living room, but my dream “resets” and repeats a few times, and there is eventually a perception of needles moving on their own towards my right thumb, though possibly relating to some sort of implied magnetic remote control. They seem to fly “in formation” (like a flock of birds in a V-shape) at one point.

This, being one of the few actually disturbing dreams I have had in my life, was part of a relentless change. A few days later in real life, there was a rather small lump growing from the outer side of my right thumb which I only absentmindedly noticed when playing around with a metal band from a cheaper dismantled microphone and wondering why it had not fit on my thumb as it had the day before. Within days, there were five very large egg-shaped lumps (all exactly the same size) going down from my thumb to my wrist. They were apparently atypical ganglion cysts but had hair and bone tissue mixed in (almost like a miniature part of a Siamese twin). The doctor seemed extremely puzzled about the condition of my hand, asked me some unusual questions such as if I had “been putting things in there” which seemed ludicrous to me as there were no signs of cuts or supposed entry points and I certainly would not do something of that nature.

Because of the surgery and hospital stay, I missed the beginning of tenth grade, and eventually (when returning on September 13th), due to problematic scenarios in the school (such as a couple teachers not even spending time in the classroom while the students went crazy throwing knives and orange peels) I no longer went (stopping in October before I was legally “allowed” to though there was only one visit from the police) and got my GED in Wisconsin in 1979, getting told I had the highest results by any student at that time - which was not saying much based on how the other students looked and acted.

This also related directly to a much older precognitive dream (with several levels of precognition at once including seeing a movie that did not even exist at that earlier time - the usually low-rated one with the giant rabbits called “Night of the Lepus”). There was a lot of legitimate mystery around this and I have mentioned this in a few other entries, including in the original “Old Shack” dream documentation.

We left Florida in the last week of June of 1978 (with help from my sister Marilyn and her husband Bob). Looking at Google maps, I have discovered that my playmate’s house turned out to look exactly like it did in many of my earlier dreams - that is, abandoned, mold all over, and covered with vines. No one had lived there very long after my spiritual “outburst” after she moved (two different families actually going in for psychiatric help - Larry D actually killing most of his chickens, some escaping, after giving them a long speech about “not delivering eggs as promised”).

Whether or not this was based on long-term physical precognition (or some sort of natural cellular awareness) because of the additional childhood dream of my right thumb becoming enlarged and painful or perhaps was additionally triggered by a vivid dream state (and the very strange sounds and energies that come with sleep paralysis), is hard to say. I know I have often healed myself in dreams and meditation (even as a toddler regarding the accident with my left wrist and almost losing that hand), so I suppose the opposite is just as possible or even likely, even with the foreshadowing many years ahead.