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Morning of November 21, 2009. Saturday.

Dream #: 15,678-02. Reading time (optimized): 30 sec.



I am near an apartment building, possibly an American condominium yet it is south of us on Barolin Street in Australia. The entrance to one man’s apartment on the ground floor is near the back. There is a cascade of flowers (falling from “nowhere”) that comes down a few feet from that door near one corner of the building. It seems to indicate a haunting, though there is no fear, only a sense of eeriness as well as an unearthly beauty. I believe it may relate to the death of a younger unknown female, perhaps a teenager who was possibly killed by someone in the apartment building. There is an anticipation of a pending investigation. The flowers may be small violets (with separate petals falling at times).

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Morning of November 9, 2009. Monday.



In this dream, I discover (as in a lot of similar dreams that continue to both haunt and annoy me as if another part of me had a will of its own yet not viable for my chosen life’s path) I learn that the “other” (the childhood friend, Susan R, I “left” for a different path - not regret, but a very slight guilt, I suppose; strange, as many people have nothing residual over such events or so it seems) is living in an area where I can visit her (not quite sure which country, either USA or Australia). There is one part where my wife (aka childhood Romani tulpa turns out to be real) and I are together on the couch and involved in sensual acts. I notice the “other” (who for some unexplainable reason is just sitting in a lounge chair near us in the same room) is wearing a plain cross (not a crucifix), which hangs down near my face, but nothing else is visible in that periphery. This could probably be related to the fact that she was - or seemed to be - a serious Christian (a main reason why I could not have seen myself living with her when older), or yet another flashback to that Mad magazine poster “The Modern Crucifixion” and the associated “other” events related to that time period.

(It was only later, I realized the connections of my favorite band “The Fixx” and the logo in mirror image looking a bit like XXII, or 22, the “master number” that has a huge connection to many different things in the human supraconscious and continuously repeating around unexplainable events - there is even a group of people that follow this belief).

The outcome of my dream is that the “other” eventually appears in a very unusual manner, not quite human-looking in the face. She looks very old, yet also very young, and a Newton’s cradle ball is stuck in (or growing out of) each ear - halfway out at the hemispheres - and around the ears are deep cracks as if from drying clay - the sides of her head being somewhat skeletal as well. This surreal imagery does not seem at all unusual to me until I am awake and then I wonder how in the world my mind came up with something like that and why I did not think it to be unusual in my dream. However, Newton’s cradle could easily be some sort of dream imagery to represent unseen forces or unseen repercussions from “another side”, and the “other” and I did use the device (and gaze at it) when young.