Blue_Opossum

Morning of July 6, 2016. Wednesday.



I am back in the Loomis Street house as it was in the late 1980s. However, I am with my wife Zsuzsanna (who has never been to America) though we may be implied to be younger. Curiously, this is yet another new variation in layout of the Loomis Street house. The house itself and the room layout is the same - yet the furniture between the living room and dining room (mainly the two armchairs) are turned around and facing west into the dining room instead of east into the room where the television would otherwise be. This distortion does not trigger any consideration or contemplation of the overall setting.

Zsuzsanna and I are being intimate on the floor in the living room. There is an unknown male of about thirty or more seated in the armchair at the south end of the room division. He soon becomes annoyed by our sensual antics on the floor though also seems to be directing anger against himself, calling himself by an unusual insult (seemingly related to how he is seen by government) though I cannot remember the term. I think it is something associated with being a box or container for the extraneous thoughts of the elite. He seems very frustrated at his role of being an erudite adviser, it seems, that is, possibly being the most intelligent person in the region yet being appreciated the least.

I feel that Zsuzsanna and I are imposing upon him (and there are others in the area though I do not directly see them) and I soon pull a sheet up around Zsuzsanna’s bare back and bottom as we then sit in informal cross-legged positions for the most part after we get up from rolling around on the floor. As I face him from a diagonal orientation, Zsuzsanna is closer in the same diagonal line with her back to him) I do not pick up on the fact that it is possibly the other male who should not be present. Still, it seems probable that Zsuzsanna and I should go back to the small bedroom at the front of the house. (What is rather curious, is that none of the actual people, including my sister and her husband and two of my brothers and even my mother who had lived in the house come to mind at all during my dream.)

Instead, the dynamics of the scenario change. He drops or puts worksheets onto the floor right next to the bed sheet that covers most of Zsuzsanna’s lower body. I start to consider what grade they are for and I am ready to say something on their merit and grade level as I look at the top A4 sheet closely. The task seems to relate to some form of algebra or calculus. For a short time, I am puzzled over their nature. I had been ready to say they were fourth grade level but almost consider they are related to an adult business form. On the sheet there is mainly only one table with only about three or four visible unsolved equations (in rows in the middle spaces of the table) that are possibly part of a series for a function (with two or more variables implied, possibly x and y coordinates). There is also a small state standards graphic (American) on the upper left (though I cannot discern it clearly).

Soon, a mysterious unknown dark-haired female appears fairly close to us. She seems to be Persian so is likely another version of Zsuzsanna but I do not consider this in my dream. She starts chanting and moving rhythmically in a formal cross-legged meditation position. She is shaking rattles (one in each hand). I find this quite unusual and am not sure if I am comfortable with this unknown ritual, which seems to oddly relate to the mathematics worksheets.

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Now I am starting to wonder. Would a sheet of paper be considered a secondary (indirect) dream sign? After all, there is the obvious play on “sheet” (and of course ghosts in sheets are an obvious play on the dreamer being in the dream state). As dreams are mainly concurrent metaphors for the sleeping, dreaming, and waking transitions (which is obvious to anyone who has bothered to actually study them for any number of years), this seems a strong possibility. In fact, there is likely an obvious association from my youth from having written out so many dreams on sheets of notebook paper, which were often of various pastel colors - the color sometimes matching my actual bed sheets in Cubitis, which pleased me. This may not be one hundred percent, but after having a close look at other dreams with sheets of paper, there does seem to be a metaphorical dream sign connection. This honest breakthrough may mean a lot of augmented additions (no actual changes to content or original impressions or patterns; just additional notes) to my vast collection of dream work over the last fifty years. This of course would only be relevant when the “sheet” analogy is more direct. For example, just the appearance of a scrap of paper or paper in other forms is not necessarily a dream sign as such.

In this case, a facet of the last scene would imply a desire to use critical thinking skills in the dream state even though that is not really feasible. For example, a “worksheet” with a need for mathematical skills is not directly compatible with a bed sheet.

Even more evidence on this reasoning stems from the sensual mysterious ritual that seems related to the viability of the worksheets. That would make more sense in bed sheets being associated with a sensual act. Also note that the worksheets seem to become more adult upon looking at them more closely - also having relevance to an adult sensual act. Looks like I made yet another breakthrough on the concurrent symbols and metaphors of dreams - yet more important evidence they are primarily native to the dream state rather than having mundane “interpretations” (which I never thought they did anyway, even as a child). Worksheets are also educational just as learning and validating this viable connection and meaningful association was educational. How intriguing.

Morning of September 11, 1990. Tuesday.



Of all the continuous precognitive dreams I have had since early childhood (many of which were specifically linked to my wife-to-be, though some of that is now considered as “sent” impressions from her long before we met), this one stands out a bit more as it has several layers of precognition relative to a particular time period (though I have had many like this since childhood, including the “Patches” series which even foreshadowed the exact but highly unlikely imagery from how the house in Cubitis would look many years later). The mood was somewhat similar to the more impersonal missing Malaysian flight dreams I wrote online just prior to the actual events (and one post which still has the original server date for the “cop out” mentality crowd that pretends to have an answer for such things that really could not even begin to be explained in human terms). The odd thing about the missing Malaysian flight (in terms of my precognitive dreams) is perhaps related to the fact that Malaysia also has buildings called the “twin towers”. This is something I have only pondered fairly recently. Pop culture synchronicity and foreshadowing may be more relative to some world events than how my own mind is differently wired.

Before I get into the more summarized details of this dream (only the more major scenes), I should mention possible (but vague and very early childhood) influence from the May 1952 issue of “Imagination”, one of those digests leafed through before I could read much (in 1965 at age 4) and which a brother-in-law (sister Carol’s first husband) sometimes dried out on a wood stove after retrieving them from the dump. As mentioned in other entries, this cover featured a dark-haired woman with her arms raised and two skyscrapers coming apart in the foreground. This featured the story “Tonight the Sky Will Fall”, which also happened to coincidentally be in the same edition as a hard-to-find book I had in my youth (a particular print of “Space Opera”) but which inexplicably a copy (same edition, even) was on the top of a pile in the Maryborough library - in fact, the first book seen in the first trip to the library after meeting Zsuzsanna my wife-to-be and the last place I would expect to find such a book. This event made even me do a double-take and once again think “what in the world is going on” for a week after, even though I was used to unexplained wide-ranging over-the-top synchronous events by that point. April 9, 1994 was also a relevant date to this dream concerning the “rise of the tower” and seems directly related to the concept of the 99th day: "Jerusalem literally fell on Tam. 9th, 586 BC, which was the 99th day of that year.“ Without intending it, we got married on April 9, 1994. It just worked out that way due to time and VISA concerns. (In my "Kingdom” story, which used details from this dream and others and written during this time period, the date of the event was also associated with 11-9, though Australian month and days are indeed reversed this way. This dream was also partly influenced by Tom Petty’s “You Got Lucky” video, regarding a scene after the supposed apocalypse and my dislike of older video games.)

In my dream, the only directly familiar character (aside from the “mystery girl”) is my older brother Dennis (from my mother’s side). For some reason, we seem to be in New York and enter the ground floor of one of the World Trade Center buildings. I find myself gazing intently on “A Young Lady Reclining After a Bath” (Muhammad Mu’min). The painting is covering nearly the entire upper half of the wall. However, it appears mirrored to how it actually appears in reality and at one point seems to become far more lifelike, displaying the familiar “mystery girl” of hundreds of past dreams. The image shifts to where she is also more on her side and seemingly eating a fig. Dennis also looks at it but seemingly for a different reason, as if he is uncomfortable. For some reason, I get the strong impression that this is the “Persian princess” I will marry (even though the “mystery girl” also had Hungarian Romani heritage on her father’s side) and it will be within less than a year that she will make contact (which it was, in March of 1991). I “explain” this to my brother Dennis, though he seems a bit awestruck by other unknown concerns. We go up to the top at one point and it seems to be like the Lake Placid Tower (although it was Carol and her husband that took me there, not Dennis). I feel a strong sense of urgency that we need to get back down to ground-level and so we do.

From here, a dramatic event unfolds. I start to feel a very strange and unexplainable awareness of motion and change, and a powerful sense of “something coming up from below”. A large tower rises directly from the ground and knocks aside the World Trade Center towers. They collapse suddenly but then seem to vanish. The “new” tower is multicolored but otherwise ancient-looking and I sense that it is Persian. Dennis leaves the area and my dream shifts slightly.

From there, I see hundreds of people wandering in the streets, seeming confused and some in shock, looking at the “new” unusual skyscraper. The people are looking at numerous posters of missing people on various fences and such (this part being identical to imagery I saw on television after 9-11). I spontaneously say, “Well, it was a nice planet while you had it”. A young male looks at me oddly and somewhat angrily. I look up into the sky and notice two large objects, seemingly pillars of green fire that move horizontally and then arc upwards. They make a sizzling sound and I am not quite sure what they are. I get a sense of something Biblical and cannot quite think of them as spaceships even though I seem to resolve them as such as I wake.

The missing Malaysian flight was another extreme and unlikely world event which I did manage to post online at least part of beforehand from a few precognitive dreams (and since did not edit - the server date remaining as prior to the event for the typical “cop out” crowd). As I am certain I am not the only one that has experienced this continuously, I have to wonder what is going on with the rest of society (and in fact have wondered this since I was about four).

Precognition often has extreme and layered detail in terms of overall accuracy, yet is often skewed into unlikely composites linked with one’s own life (but which may also be linked to books or movies you have not yet seen in an artificially personal way as if the fictional event was actually integrated into your own life somehow in-dream), which is why it often seems “wrong” or not correctly “seen” (not counting visually exact remote viewing and similar perspectives). I have been studying the nature of this since childhood. It seems to be a combination of true precognition, skewed metaphors, and visual associations that are more relative to puns or other types of plays. It is also often so trivial and impersonal as to be ridiculous (such as dreaming with more precision about a television commercial or comic book before you see it). The 9-11 pop culture foreshadowing has been more significant and examples of it can be found all over the Internet, which tells me that the majority of people can “see” yet somehow do not acknowledge or express it more socially (but through art, stories, comic strips, and so on). It seems that only long-term dream journalists are the ones the most open and honest about it (and of course for entries already written such as my Malaysian flight going missing, the point becomes moot anyway, I suppose).