Blue_Opossum

Morning of April 20, 2015. Monday.



This dream was kind of a semi-abstract (as I could still at least partly discern some of the sequences) exercise in mostly random nonsense, yet had some clear points which were a bit enjoyable. There is no lucidity at any point yet I “naturally” manipulate the environment to extremes. There is so much multi-location (quite possibly the most multi-located dream I have had to date), not just sections or perspectives of bilocation, but so compressed with numerous multi-composites of various “pieces” that all somehow coexist “logically”, it was of a fairly rare type. In fact, it is impossible to discern if I am truly inside or outside at any point. For example, in the main scene, there is a small island in the ocean which is also somehow near an intersection of a large city which is also somehow in a mostly featureless room in a small house, although the sense of bilocation is not as pronounced as in many past dreams.

The first part of my dream involves some sort of quest to just take money from wherever it is seen - with the idea that there are coins everywhere in certain areas just for the taking. There still seems to be a plan based on the knowledge of where a drug dealer is known to be at a certain time. Two men (I am not yet an in-dream character) stop a young drug dealer and rob him of his profits. Oddly, he had been selling drugs (not sure of what kind) in Petri dishes. He seems upset but continues on his way. I become more integrated in my dream at this point, though it becomes more abstract regarding the overall setting.

The two men are then walking over a small island of mostly white sand and a few palm trees. I am nearby standing on the surface of the ocean, yet it still seems we are in the city somehow on the streets. I decide, for some reason, to help the men find more money that may be buried on the island. To do this, I mentally will all of the sand, several feet down, to fly into the air and flip about before falling again - like digging a ditch with telekinesis. The men watch this routine as they continue walking, but no money shows up.

From here, it seems I am actually in a big featureless room yet somehow outside at the same time near a forest - though I do seem to “dig” or “turn” one part of the otherwise solid “floor” in one area with my thoughts. This is when I start finding shining piles of Australian two-dollar coins of about two-feet high. Some parts of the coin piles are unrealistically steep relative to how strewn they seem, defying gravity somewhat, but not to any extreme point. The coin piles, of which there are about three or four of in a few different areas, seem the most realistic and vivid parts of my dream (regarding the coins themselves - and the varied levels of shininess in the piles from coin to coin) and I enjoy picking them up and letting them fall through my fingers. Even though they are only two-dollar coins, I sense there is a few thousand dollars or more in the area. Apparently, I can just take as many as I want.

However, a dwarf (wearing mostly green) appears in the area and seems to be some sort of authority figure of some kind. I try to keep my actions regarding the taking of the coins a secret. I am not sure if any of the coins actually belong to the dwarf as they may have just been dropped there and meant to be left there for no particular reason. I still plan on taking as many as possible, only a small amount at a time, but pretend I am only looking at the pile as he begins walking in the opposite direction from where I am standing near the pile. There is no threat or drama. (This part of my dream vaguely reminds me of an episode of “Cops” where a man is arrested after being caught for the second time in taking coins from a body of water where people willingly threw out their money.)

Morning of December 23, 1970. Wednesday. (Original data and date validated.)



Recurring over Christmas holidays during fourth grade. I am at school for some reason during the weekend starting Christmas break. A very short man/elf (who is very old) - or possibly a dressed-up dwarf or midget more “realistically” - is singing “Jingle Bells” very mournfully (dragging out “way” with a very melancholy flow with about three syllables). He used to sing it with great cheer, but his wife, who was three times taller than him (a blue Christmas fairy or whoever) had died the year before. However, in one part of my dream it seems her “spirit” is present and in a happy mood watching him and there seem to be a few other “woodland characters” in the background, possibly to later participate or remain an audience. (The idea for the “blue fairy” as a dream influence may have come from “Pinocchio”.)

In real life, I had gotten a really long candy-cane-striped pencil with an elf head on the end - not an eraser though, it was made of plastic and cloth - from school as a gift from a teacher. I actually had it for many years, unused.

Also in real life, I had exchanged gifts at school with Morris E based on name draws in school. I had given him (bought by my mother) a small spinner game with tiny pegs in a plastic box about the size of a deck of cards, and he gave me a pair of very cheap toy plastic handcuffs. However, the handcuffs broke after a very short time before school was out that day (and during the so-called Christmas party). The teacher made us switch back to where we kept our “own” gifts and of course, this made Morris E more of my nemesis than he already was, blaming me for “ruining his Christmas”, something I did not take all that seriously, though. My mother seemed vaguely annoyed at me keeping the gift as well. It is possible the mournful singing dwarf was some sort of representation of Morris in one layer, as he was a “dwarf” of sorts, that is, his growth was stunted and he remained very short as he got older.

This dream colored my mood, but not in a negative way. It just felt “right” at the time, almost nostalgic (even for a child). I did make the stronger association with a “Christmas dwarf” rather than a Christmas elf.