Blue_Opossum

Morning of October 20, 2014. Monday.



In my first dream, for some inexplicable reason, a new “MacGyver” television series is produced. Somehow, a younger Carol Burnett (around 40 or so in contrast to her present age of 81) plays MacGyver. After the first episode airs, I read a review in which it is said that she is “too polite” as the new MacGyver. The dream seems fairly long but I do not remember the overall plot of the in-dream show.

My next dream is even more ridiculous. Dean Norris is the only recognizable celebrity in the “movie” although this time it is like a “real” setup on scene, which seems to be the porch of either the Barolin Street house or Loomis Street, or a composite of both and it seems later at night or before dawn. Even though there seems to be a (fictional, likely science-fiction) movie in progress, the people in it are somehow actually miniature, only about four inches tall. I am there watching and so is my wife. I guess we have something to do with the filming. The miniature people have to contend with “giant” cane toads, about five of them in different areas of the porch. There is a dramatic scene where Dean Norris gets hold of a (miniature) gun (taking it from someone else, I think) and shoots most of the “giant” cane toads. The camera zooms in on him when he is in a group of people standing around (in what seems somewhat like a bank queue) with some sort of suspenseful music playing.

Near the end, only four miniature people are left. I watch them walk south over the area where railroad tracks used to be in my Cubitis backyard, there being a lot more shrubs and various larger weeds, other than the somewhat sandy “path” left over from where the tracks mainly sat. This is unusual only in that I normally become fully lucid when I see miniature people, but here, I do not. Looking down, I watch them travel from my left to my right as they waddle along. There is a vague sense of the concept of elves, but they are “ordinary” people other than having been shrunken somehow.

In one other dream, I am trying to read the comic strips in a newspaper, but the paper is transparent so that the comic strips on the other side (of at least two pages) are blended (in reverse imagery) to the ones on the side intended for reading (similar to when you hold a page up against a brighter light) so that the page is an ambiguous composite of normal and mirror-imaged comic strips layered together.

The dream turned out to have the usual trivial short-term precognitive layer (this time relative, as usual, to something regarding precise style, movement, etc. in terms of expectation - why it always seems so obvious and stands out as such makes me wonder what is going on with the rest of humanity in not noticing this in their own lives - particularly as such layers stand out as more defined when looking back with almost every single dream). I have always been interested in the hows and whys, ultimately, especially regarding why the events are often so trivial, although usually reflecting (in a precognitive sense) the “most unusual” aspect of waking life within a particular time. “Normal” humanity baffles me, and this (continuous trivial and impersonal precognition, yet its being so precise) is the main reason why.

Morning of October 6, 2013. Sunday.

Dream #: 17,093-01. Reading time (optimized): 3 min. Readability score: 67.



American actor Russell Johnson appears about halfway into my dream as in his role as Professor Roy Hinkley on the American sitcom “Gilligan’s Island.” However, his essence seems closer to home as a local teacher or professor. I am not surprised by his presence.

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My dream takes place mostly in the living room of the Cubitis house (where I have not lived since 1978). My wife Zsuzsanna is in the first part of my dream in my old bedroom in the semidarkness (though she has never been to America). In the living room is a gathering of about ten cane toads. One of them, facing towards the south and underneath a larger metallic table (one my family owned in real life), seems to be aggressive to one of the others. The “mean” toad’s coloring is different, with a darker head than body. Another cane toad is facing him. The one with the darker head is slightly bigger. A fluid is spraying upward in a light but steady narrow stream and arcing down upon the other cane toad. It is a vivid image which I watch for at least a minute or two. The other toad does not seem to retaliate in any way.

Later, the professor is in the house, casually entering on his own via the front door, wanting to study the cane toads. I tell him about the seeming victimization of the toad. I go over to see that all that remains of it is a rectangular purse-like shell of tough skin with no head or legs, with top and bottom sections of the outer layer only. There is a vague association of a toad-skin coin purse, though also vaguely reminiscent of warped plastic-coated playing cards. There is also fluid coming out of the two pieces. Professor Hinkley studies them but I warn him about the toxic fluid, and he develops a minor burn on his hand from some fluid that leaks out. He seems very cheerful and shows interest in the events regarding the cane toads. He shows no sign of concern.

Later, Professor Hinkley and I notice that the other toad is near the front door and is starting to spray upward at us. I have to float, hover, and rise in the air until I am near the ceiling and out of its range. Professor Hinkley walks to different areas of the room and does not attempt to float. The cane toad, with its “fountain of venom” mouth, cannot reach me, but I am still annoyed at having to hover in the air and maneuver near the ceiling, though without much of a focus on physicality regarding weight or gravity, though the feeling is otherwise very vivid and realistic. My dream eventually fades at this point.

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I revised this entry on Tuesday, 16 October 2018, using my new readability software. I have added “telepathic dream” due to it being the probable cause behind the event relating to Russell Johnson’s death from kidney failure on January 14, 2014. There were too many clues in my dream for it to be coincidental despite (or perhaps because of) the mundane correlations. I had not heard anything about him or his health, though he would likely have been at least subliminally aware of it. The other threads that seemed precognitive may be a result of extrasensory awareness.

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There may be a subliminal association of “Professor Hinkley” with “Hinkler Central,” the nearby shopping mall. Recently, Zsuzsanna waited two hours to get the last wildlife card to complete the collection for our children, though another member of the public that had just entered the building went up and got the card immediately as it was suddenly available. (They requested an additional one, but there were none.) We also saw a cane toad in our yard.

My dream had precognitive threads. There is now a leak from the bathroom faucet. It is hard to fix because the cabinet is at a slight slope. When it is off, it is not flat, allowing water to flow past the new part (which I bought at Hinkler Central) and where it should be closed off. It might have worked if it had been flexible enough to cover the angle of the hole.

Also in my dream, Zsuzsanna had a concern about a big bug high on the wall. Afterward, something similar happened, and it turned out to be a big cricket that had gotten into our house.

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I explain this dream type further in “Dreams of Type PRECONAV-VSCPCEL, 01-15”.

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