Blue_Opossum

Morning of February 7, 2013. Thursday.



I am with my beautiful wife near the ocean. We are on our backs relaxing happily on the sand - but eventually the waves become stronger, reach where we are, and I find myself submerged seemingly just a little too long with a slight wariness. However, I am fine, and am soon back on the sand as the waves move back out. I think this is related to us doing some sort of meditation in my dream but without realizing how close the waves would eventually be. We live in a fairly large apartment building nearby and go inside for a few minutes.

I am somehow aware of the ocean vanishing (not sure of the reason) and we decide to go back out and look. The waves are no longer coming in and the area is mostly just sand (but I do not see any deep areas like there would actually be if the ocean did vanish). There are still hints of the ocean at a fair distance, but it actually does look like a desert now instead of a beach closer in. I am wondering why there are still pools of water in the far distance.

We again go back inside. There is concern about some sort of dangerous creatures in the area that came from the ocean (due to the large amount of water receding). There are supposedly many different types, but no one seems to agree on size at that point. The answer to keeping safe seems to be only to build high walls around every single building and home to keep the creatures from getting to people - there is nothing about attacking or going after the creatures or any other form of defense. I see someone I know who is already finishing up the final section of the wall around where we are. He seems happy and confident. Supposedly, all humans will have to remain in buildings and behind walls from now on. (I am not sure how people would get around or get food and other supplies, though.)

Everything seems fine. Eventually, there is someone outside the door near the back (facing where the ocean was), but we are higher up, I think on the third or fourth floor. Wooden steps go up to a screen door. (It reminds me much of our front entrance on Stadcor Street at Wavell Heights at this point but much higher.) A boy and a girl are there. They are talking about coming in or moving into the area. However, they are not quite human. They are creatures from the ocean. They seem harmless, but I am fairly certain they and those like them would destroy (or eat) the human race. I am at sort of a non-cohesive mode of thought. I am again aware that there is a very large number of different types of these creatures, but all somewhat human. These two look mostly human but have crustacean parts that are hardly noticeable, such as slight bumps on the side of the face, slightly differently-shaped fingers, and thin antennae near the top-back of the head and slightly different eye color and hair color than “normal”. There are probably more (that came from deeper areas of the ocean) who have glowing lights down their legs and arms or perhaps even those with more than one pair of arms.

No conflict occurs, and there is no fear or even stronger concern of any kind, but I do not let them in or give them food or anything. I even contemplate the supposedly dangerous creatures and the humans living together as one people, but I doubt it would ever happen. As it is, people will just have to stay inside while the creatures roam and take over the world and perhaps set up their own government.

Night of August 10, 1968 (and after - environment was similar in the last section of the “Ocean Carousel” entry). Saturday.



Summary: I explore a mostly teal-colored submarine/oil-rig/warehouse composite and see periscopes of all sizes and eventually meet anthropomorphic sandspurs (also written as sand spurs and sandburs). When making the trip from Wisconsin to Florida at about a year younger than here, I sometimes dreamt of anthropomorphic vegetables in mostly featureless canyon-like surroundings or near cliffs.

This is related to the environment and location I described at the end of the “Ocean carousel entry”. It is the odd teal-colored and primarily metal structure that is seemingly linked to a beach or possibly as being somewhat like a larger, more complex oil rig. In this dream, there are more submarine features than before, including electrical boxes of some kind.

The little, I assume rooms, are somewhat reminiscent of larger (older style) refrigerators with a slightly curved door (vertically on each side) other than the square vents at about face-level, which are like larger horizontal slats of venetian blinds. As I said, even the metal-grill staircases are mostly of a teal color.

Although the first “version” of this fictional location was unpopulated (other than myself) this one has creatures of some kind. This environment, though the same as the other, seems less realistic, somehow.

It mostly starts out as being watched by (or rather, with) various types of periscopes (all vertical), which remind me vaguely of chimneys from some sort of elusive fictional animated movie. The periscopes range from almost drinking-straw-like to larger than a rain gutter. Eventually, after noticing eyes of various sizes in the external periscopes lenses, there are porcupine-like creatures that are like orange sandspurs with short legs (and I think with arms - at least one carrying a harpoon).

I guess I am “invading” their territory by their suppositions. This is certainly not my intent as who wants to be around porcupine-like “people” anyway? Not me. They apparently do not speak English yet there is a slight murmuring - I get the sense they speak Brazilian Portuguese. I accidentally step on one’s foot but that does not instigate a fight or conflict. In some ways, I am not even sure if these were of the eyes watching from the periscopes originally, or a different type of creature sent out to just check for them. The creatures seem confused. I almost sense a mental shrugging from them as a group. The one with the harpoon may or may not be a leader. The harpoon is reminiscent of a giant sewing machine needle. I leave the area without drama and without being stopped or chased.

I eventually make my way to the beach by going up various metal structures, all mostly like steps of slightly different steepness. I sort of fall forward onto the shore. There are ancient-looking “starfish” that are more like star-shaped rocks with spirals in the center, although I think they mostly have more than five legs, perhaps six to eight each. Two are stuck together as if originally formed that way (one side into the top of another or some such).

Morning of May 25, 1975. Sunday.



Background information: This dream seemed to relate to simultaneous associations of seeing razor blades as primarily dangerous combined with a concern about becoming ill from mosquito bites as well as leeches. There was also a brief incident at Lake Katherine where a few other teenagers (at least one wearing a razor blade as a pendant), walking by when our class was on a field trip, made threats about using a razor blade to slice up our backsides. The female teacher looked worried but did not react and the others just kept walking. I am not aware of anyone being killed in this dream, though the idea seems very plausible. My concern is possibly minimal due to wearing a repellent (such as “Off”) of some kind, though I believe it is a special type of “cologne” in my dream (and even this potential was possibly influenced from a television commercial about “Off”).

This is not a more pronounced nightmare (I am not fully active in it nor emotionally bothered in any sense, although I am actually fully in-body in my Cubitis front yard for the most part, near the culverts that are about one-third filled with water), but it is a somewhat negative dream about a type of “giant flying one-celled animal” like a protozoa (though they are about the size of large moths and likely not one-celled relative to real-life logic), that attack and supposedly somehow eat people when rising out of culvert water and flying in groups of twenty or more (and it seems they live mostly in the water of the culverts or ponds as well as slightly flooded areas of parts of lawns). They have one maneuver where they tip sideways, mostly on the diagonal and moving about in a horizontal semicircular arc as such.

I am not entirely sure why I decided to call this dream “Diamond Crawlers” back in the mid-1970s in my original dream journal entry, as they never crawled anywhere much; they mostly just rose from shallow water (when people were around) and flew around in a diamond-shape formation and were vaguely reminiscent of a diamond in form and body appearance. They resemble a transparent leech, shaped somewhat like a rounded-off truncated plus sign, but longer along the length than the winglike protruding sides (which is akin to an airplane having very short wings and is not realistically feasible), with the mostly translucent pattern of a glass-like razor blade in mid-body. Calling this dream “Razor Blade Flyers” would have made more sense, I suppose, but sounds ridiculous in afterthought. It is possible I was thinking of diamondback snakes at the time and just threw that absentmindedly into my dream’s title.

The new image I made does not do justice to their transparent nature, but is fairly close otherwise.