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A sort of ancient China-based fantasy setting. Someone's left an offering of a fish for me at my shrine, and I'm suspicious of it, so I only take a taste. It turns out to be fine. Now I feel regret; if I'd known it was good, I would have eaten the whole thing. From my perspective, after I tasted it, the rest turned to stone; I'm aware the humans offering it would have seen it differently.

Nearby, there's a man talking with his wife in their home late at night. He's going through a sort of existential despair, and he's sort of thinking through it out loud, talking more to himself than to his wife. Someone else appears and tells him that this existential despair is good, it's an indication that it's time for him to move on to the next stage of life, to become immortal. The man totally buys it. I'm a disembodied observer, but I still have the mindset of the character from the shrine in the previous scene, and I'm extremely irritated with that new person/creature. I think of this man and his wife as mine, and I don't appreciate others attempting to mislead and take advantage of them.

Outside - I remain in 3rd person POV and lose that shrine character's mindset. That couple's house is part of a small complex of several buildings enclosed by a wall, and elsewhere within that wall there's a woman who hunts demons, dressed like a man, chasing after a three-eyed crow, with another woman (a local, not a demon hunter) trying to keep up with her. They don't manage to catch it; it flew over the wall, and it didn't seem at all concerned about its pursuers. She's seen that crow before, the one controlling it has caused trouble for her in the past.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

I'm traveling through a forest, and changing into a suit of chainmail. It's gleaming white, head to toe.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

A fantasy China setting again. There's an elf woman dressed all in white, head to toe, and there are two men taking her over to an island in a rowboat. One of the men is young, the other is middle-aged and has been recently disgraced in some way, he's cut off his hair to reflect that. Reaching the island she wants to go to involves passing through several veil-like things in the air covering the opening between two cliffs.

When they reach the town on the other side of that passage, the older man immediately jumps out of the boat and heads off through the streets, moving quickly. As a disembodied observer, I follow him, and I'm thinking that I've seen this scene before, from the younger man's POV. (Which is probably a false memory, but there's a chance it's true - it's true that I was in the young man's POV in a scene just before the rowboat, and I can only remember very vague fragments of that scene.) I'm thinking now that last time, that man had met up with us after we'd taken care of some business, just before we left the island. I had wondered what he was doing while he was gone, but he'd refused to say, he's always very secretive - I'm pleased I'm going to be able to find out now. (Of course, as soon as I thought that, I woke up.)

*Blackness* Then, a tunnel of light rushes towards me and I'm standing on a road by two buildings. A vast expanse of water lies before me. I already know I'm dreaming and I stand in the middle of the street trying to think of what to do. I see a stop sign to my left and decide to go over and touch it. It feels cool to the touch and is nicely rounded. Then I walk towards the water.
*I feel my waking body move and decide to try stabilizing my dream*
I rub my hands together but I can still feel my physical body
I then think that to forget about my physical body i have to get caught up in the dream. I then leap into the air and... get stuck mid air because I realize I don't know how to fly. I try willing myself forward but the dream starts becoming blurry and then It just slips away and... I wake up.

non lucid
*The dream started off with Lama surya das teaching about rigpa while clearing resting in that state him self. Then he said something that made Tai Situ laugh very hard. Tai Situ was laying down under some kind of a cover at this point. Then Lama Surya Das transformed into the Tai Situ as he laughed and cried at the same time. It was one of the strangest reacts I have ever seen. Then he stopped and Tai Situ instantly transformed into Karmapa. I thought that moment he must of attained enlightment. Then Karmapa transformed into a blue alien like being. The being gave a look that scared the crap out of me!! Could that be vajradhara or some kind of deity. don't know? But that thought didn't occur while having the dream only when I woke up. Very strange dream tho.

2/11/14 Car turns into a bus slowly flying over a huge construction zone and it takes several steps into logic/memory to realize that I am dreaming. More fun with Girl Friday after a bit of an absence. More odd early awakenings. Perhaps too many liquids before bed, ate a bunch of citrus + water. ~1120 ~1230 105 325 DILD ~630 Another apocalyptic dream earlier in the night that I didn't get lucid in unlike yesterday's but that one was later in the morning. Tonight's was a long, memorable tsunami dream in a high school setting featuring the whole school gathering in the auditorium, missing clothes, spilling sauce, senior prank with a (RC?) helicopter, some weird method from Spanish class of calming the crowd after the prank and then looking out to see a tsunami approaching and running up several stories to stay above the water.

The earliest recall in my DILD started outside a sports arena(?) and I was getting into a car and Girl Friday was there shivering. I tried to rub her arms to warm her up but she was a bit stand-offish and got into the front passenger seat. I started off driving and was getting on a freeway where the shoulder was coned off and workers in orange safety vests were setting up a roadside memorial with flowers, balloons, etc. As I continued the slow lane was coned off and then 2 more lanes were coned off suddenly (must have been 4 lanes total in my direction) so I had to get over in a hurry and check my blind spot. At this point no other vehicles are on the road and the car transitions into a bus in which I am riding in the back (my recall of the transition is a little hazy but it obviously didn't make me lucid yet!) This bus is travelling past major construction and a huge tunnel-boring contraption that I could see digging a tunnel. The bus starts weaving around various parts of the construction that is in the way and I notice that instead of just being elevated like you would be in a bus, that it is actually floating. This part is hilarious to me because logic kicks in before memory when I think to myself "why don't they just float a little higher to avoid all of this mess?...no wait a minute buses don't fly!" I say out loud "buses don't fly, this is a dream!" I remember that Girl Friday was in the front passenger seat (from when it was a car) and I say something like "get on back here." She arrives and we start making out feverishly. I unbutton her blouse excitedly and reach my hands into her blouse and around to her back feeling her bare skin and undo her bra. She is wearing either pants or shorts and I unzip them and I remember the goal to slow down and look more closely at individual items and decide to focus on the copper colored button just above her zipper. It has an interesting pattern that I don't recognize from waking life. The dream starts fading as I try to reach out for her and I also try a closed eye teleport which seems to return me to my bed quicker or it was just the timing of being at the end of REM. I lay still and attempt to DEILD but only manage to semi-interact with some HH's or short dreamlets. One was maybe 10 seconds long and featured what looked like a giant toy ape and I appeared to be near it's midsection (possibly in it's hand like the girl in King Kong) and I managed to look around a little bit before it faded. 106

This dream wasn't a very long one, but it was a quite cool one I must say. I start off outside of some building of some sort. I'm walking towards the entrance of the building on a very futuristic walkway of some sort, and I have CZ-3A1 Skorpion EVO in my hands.

On the gun I have a stubby fore grip, a stubby suppressor, and a Kobra red dot sight. It's an interesting Russian brand RDS with a three-prong reticle in the center of it. The Skorpion is a master close quarter weapon, firing an impressive 1000 RPM. Taking this all in I can assume I'm here for one reason, and one reason only: killing some fools.
I hold up the PDW now and breach the entrance of the building. Inside I quickly take down one guy, and then two more coming from further down. I look down the stairs and see no one is coming, but then I hear footsteps coming from the entrance. I turn and gun down two more enemies as they enter the building. I reload and continue to move along.
I go down the stairs in front of me and enter what appears to be a kitchen area, where I see a lot of people cooking things. They're all wearing normal chef uniforms and prepping for what looks like a big feast later on. As I walk through, I see an armed guard and shoot him point blank in the chest. One of the chefs sees me kill him and freaks out. I pull out a wad of cash from my pocket and hand it to him.
"You didn't see nothing," I say, and I move along.
I now realize how risky this is to have my EVO out like this, because so many witnesses and innocent people are here in this futuristic building. I come into a hallway now, and I hide my EVO in my leather jacket I happened to be wearing. My hand never leaves the gun however, as I'm paranoid that someone may pop up and shoot at me.
I walk through a large crowd of people in the neatly carpeted hallway and come to a staircase leading upstairs. I walk up it and I'm now in another hallway. I see many parents with their little children walking up and down the corridor, and I'm getting more and more worried now.
I'm really hoping nothing goes down, because all these little kids are gonna get caught in the crossfire, and that would be terrible.
However, I soon come to another staircase, which leads me exactly to where I need to be. I mention to myself in my head that the chip I need is upstairs. So I go up the stairs now with caution, and my EVO aimed and ready.
I see a person in the room and pull the trigger, but the gun misfires. I keep pulling the trigger in a panic, but the gun won't fire. I look to see the person, who is someone I actually know in real life, but barely. She's a ginger-haired girl with a look of panic in her eyes, which is now fading to relief.
I remove the suppressor from my gun and pull the trigger, but that doesn't help at all. I guess my dream self is too stupid to just pull the gun's operating rod and chamber a new round. I reattach the suppressor and try again, with no result.
"Good thing it didn't fire when the suppressor was off," I say. "There'd be people all over me."
I look at the girl, who is thankfully unarmed, and just staring at me now. A friend of mine now comes upstairs and stands by my side. This room is very compact, no larger than 10ft X 10ft I'd say. In the corner is a desk with an older looking computer, which must have the chip in it that I need.
"Alright, give me the chip," I order the girl.
"If you want the chip then you'll have to do me a favor," she replies.
I assume at this point it's something I don't want to do, as the girl gets a grin on her face. I assume that this means she wants a sexual favor of some sort, which makes me cringe a little on the inside. I mean, she's not ugly, but she's not super attractive either. She's in the middle, but I realize the importance of the chip. I approach her now, only to be awoken by my Dad opening my door and walking into my room.

Journal Entry non-lucid #31 Dream, non-dream (Comments)

Background: I prepared for sleep early. I made some juice well it wasn't really juice. I took out some avocado and I pealed it. I put it into a paper cup and I grinned it up with a knife after getting the inside. I put a little amount of water in their. I added a banana, and did the same with the banana inside of it. I added a little amount of milk. And I put some grapes, I had to hand squeeze though. After I had some of that I made me some tea, I thought it was the "calm chamomile" but it something else. The tea tasted nasty so I ate some cookies with it. I tried doing a sleep meditation by Diana Winston from UCLA. I feel asleep before I could commence with the mantras and the visualization. Hopefully tomorrow.

Dream fragment 1, 8:15pm-1:10am."": I was with my cousin FN and she asked me to look for her shoe for her. At first I said no but I said ok

Dream fragment 2, 8:15pm-1:10am."": I helped a girl from my Chemistry class with mathematics.

Dream fragment 3, 8:15pm-1:10am."": I was in chemistry class and we were sitting in a hexagon table like usually. I was with this Asian guy that is from my chemistry class, and another guy. We watched a video about mortality. I don't recall the video. The Asian guy asked me a question(I don't recall) about mortality. I told him it is nice to be alive or to believe you are, and who knows what if we enjoy death. I looked at my body and felt my life force, IDK how to explain it. The dream clarity increase tremendously when I felt my life force. I turned around and they were gone. I thought that is strange. I looked at my hands and started to count, I don't remember if I had a certain amount of fingers. I turn back around and they were right their. The Asian guy smiled at me.

Dream fragment 4, 8:15pm-1:10am."": I was inside church. I saw my counselor and I had to wait to talk to her because she was busy with a lot of people. BS dad was looking for him. They asked me and I didn't know. This multiracial girl, who look an islander came and hugged my counselor saying, "you're so fluffy". I thought it was an insult and looked at her weird and my counselor did same. She said I am sorry I didn't know you spoke English.

I walked to my room (environmental change). I had a half eaten doughnut and I was about to throw it away but I saw my cousin, SA. She was on my PS3. I asked her if she wanted it. She was so happy. She had a twinkle in her eyes. This kid from church, BT, tried to play on my PS3. I asked them if they seen BS. They said he sneaked out. He went into this opening in my closet. I thought how strange once you tell someone the truth and give them freewill, they immediately do something bad. I went outside to investigate.

I got distracted by my sister. She was in the car with many other people. She had her window opened only to the point that I could see her eyes and half her nose. She was on the right side of the car, European style. She said something that was personal. I responded, "look at you! In your half dream state, you don't even know what you are saying". She said, "what?". I tried to explain it to her but she couldn't comprehended. I thought about how she acted in her dream like state and thought maybe that is why she can't LD. She drove off like a manic. I turned around and I see my house, and my sister going their. Their was all these guys, 6 feet something tall. They were all black as well. I became angry, I didn't want them in my house. I told them they better leave or I will stab them with a knife. I told them that this is private property and if i hurt them I will not be responsible. This one guy walked into the garage. I ran into the house and grabbed a kitchen knife. I go to the garage and he has a hammer. He tried to hit me and he missed. I went back to the garage to get a longer knife. I could hear him hitting the wall as if he forgot why he was swinging in the first place. I run back down and they were gone. The walls were ok. I saw my sister drive off. I saw a cop car on the other side on my neighbor's house. Apparently my grandmother moved out and lived in front of our house. The cop was no other than my Calc I, teacher. I asked him to come over so we can talk about what happened. He said he has to talk to his grandmother. I thought wait what.

I turn around and I see a man from my Calc III class, PY. He was now a math teacher. I was going to be in one of his classrooms. He was talking to this guy. The scene looked dark and rainy. As I was trying to talk to PY, he turned around. So I walked through the gates and followed them. They were laughing and talking very loudly. We went up stair and their is a music class room their. They are still talking very loudly. Everybody was looking at them funny. One old lady had the courage to ask them to lower their voices down.

I got up multiple times during this time. And I finally got up at 1:10 am and stayed up until 5:00. In that time span, I tried making music and I watched videos, and I talked to my sister. Yeah she sleeps real late. I also drank some tea.

Dream fragment 5, 5:10pm-7:23am."": I was driving my car in the freeway with my parents. I was loosing control of the wheel it felt like someone was grabbing on to it. I saw a hand but no person. I got into a little car accident where my bumper kissed another. I said I can't drive under these conditions and I parked the car at the side of the free way. A lot of people were there as well. My dad found an an awkward sink and he pointed out how weird it was. I on the other hand was embarrassed that he was using a sink to wash his face in the middle of the freeway.

Dream fragment 6, 5:10pm-7:23am."": I was talking to my teacher about my grades but the assignments I had didn't match his. He kept asking me for a certain paper and I tell him and they don't match. He kept asking me, but I stopped responding. He asked me why. I told him we don't have the same assignments. A TA came inside and got on a lap top. He had chicken grease all over the laptop. I started singing for some reason.

Last night. I was in a dark brick tower looking inside. I saw a letter going up words towards the top of the tower. I tried to climb it, but half the ladder was missing. I went down really fast and felt this dark presence. The door went missing, so I was essentially trapped. A monster or two crawling down thee dark tower towards me. Of course I started freaking out a little and went into the fetal position. Then I briefly thought of this thread and I became semi-lucid and stood up. I made the creatures vanish and blew a hole in the tower and escaped. The tower crumbled into a pile of dust.

Then I started walking in these woods near by and came lucid. I tried to make things appear, but I couldn't. The woods was very very vivid. I really loved the way the trees looked. It was starting to get dark, and I for a moment lost my lucidity but caught myself. I tried to fly, but could only hover above the ground. I woke up before I could do anything fun. That was my experience with that.

2.11.14 Tuesday

Last night, bed 11pm - 7:40am

Did 10 min of anapana sati just before bed.

Had lots of dreams. Remembered one in particular, but decided this one will be better if forgotten. So I didn't write it down.

Drank water before bed, but strange thing, it didn't wake me up single time. Nice thing is though, that I'm waking up on my own few times, and either remembering dreams, or being very close to remembering.

Morning of February 11, 2014. Tuesday.





The Barton Ministry was the first Australian Commonwealth ministry, and ran from 1 January 1901 to 24 September 1903. My father was born during this time. Coincidentally, on his birthday, because the “fiddler” theme has just popped up again, I found a surprising old article. (The “fiddler on the roof” was ironically Jesus in an old childhood dream.) On the day of my father’s birthday there was an article (in an American newspaper) of a “celestial being” (in description) of a boy who played the fiddle. He was from, of all places, where my wife’s father had lived in Hungary. His name was Kun Arpad, but no one is sure what happened to him (well, at least certain people - I am sure there are/were many who know/knew). At any rate, another surprise - my wife just happened to find a second-hand DVD of the movie “Fiddler on the Roof” at just the “right” time - and for a dollar - right after the “96 Tears” book.

One dream from just prior to contact with my wife the first time was incorporated into my unpublished novella, which I had sent a copy of to Piercing Eyes in the PAIA. This novella had a scenario of a man being chased by a chubby fiddler up and over a hill with a group of other people in the very loud, somewhat discordant music - one of my most vivid dreams, not quite as vivid as such as the quetzal and silver sebright “union”, though. It also featured elements of 1901 and earlier. One person I had sent it to was so overwhelmed by the precognitive facets in it (including the eruption of Mount Pinatubo exactly as in the story - among other things) that they could not even accept it and tried to convince themselves that the postmark was somehow in error and that I had sent it to them after the events mentioned (9-11 was detailed in very precise ways in the same story, even with lines about the flames coming out on both sides of the building - but that event came years later).

Mt. Pinatubo erupted in 1991 after my wife and I had been writing for a short time. Coincidentally, my wife had written to someone prior to this for a short time (before our first contact) and relating to the Ifugao people which I also wrote about in my story - based on a dream with several levels of precognition of events over about a year all-in-one. This was a time when synchronicity was truly surreal - other people seemed to be experiencing this as well, and I know of at least one book on it regarding twin flames (Yin/Yang match-ups) and such (there were even large “no smoking” signs featuring the Yin/Yang symbol) - one person claimed that 22 led him into “Hell” with it being the only number he heard randomly from various sources for several months - whatever - this is just the “me too/two” mentality at one level, I suppose - but the world did not end (even though “two” is the English word that represents entropy) - and I found my own endless “22” repeats from everywhere and anywhere amusing, not alarming. Not only that, the United Church of Christ in the Philippines was, of origin, on my father’s birthday (including the year). “Presbyterian missionaries in the Philippines in April 1901 invited missionaries of other evangelical churches to a conference to discuss the possibility of working together in the proclamation of the gospel of faith alone as the only way of salvation for Filipino Catholics, Muslims and pagans.”

After seeing a lot of old intriguing videos and going over documents, and my wife going through a huge number of older photographs, I went back to where it began (at least on one level - technically it began before I was born). I noted the overhead view of near where I was born has a design that resembles the eight-spoked wheel (which I have seen in many forms including the “We Can Fly” video). Standing and gazing out over the ocean as a young boy - I pondered how long it would be before we were together. Standing out looking over the ocean - exact to the degree - of where she was being born.

More on the article about the “fiddler”:

“Kun Arpad, child violinist, now became a political pawn in a larger game." (The pawn is a negative, apparently, variation on the 22, a two flipped and superimposed on the other as I had shown in another entry - however, being a "pawn” of the universe is not always a negative association).

“In Boston, the Journal of Education said: ‘Why should one little boy be denied the privilege of working in a shop by day while another is allowed to work at night, work that is vastly more harmful?' A 9 year-old boy playing a violin was no match for the political machines at work here.

In August, Kun’s name appeared again in the newspapers, but this time in the society section, where he was described as entertaining guests at a few house parties in Newport, Rhode Island, the fashionable address for New England’s wealthy elite.” (where the old Cowsills “We Can Fly” video, which I had just seen for the first time in years, was filmed - more intriguing synchronicity.)

Tevye: As Abraham said, “I am a stranger in a strange land… ”
Mendel: Moses said that.
Tevye: Ah. Well, as King David said, “I am slow of speech, and slow of tongue.”
Mendel: That was also Moses.
Tevye: For a man who was slow of tongue, he talked a lot.

…from “Fiddler on the Roof

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #185: Kaleidoscope

It’s morning time and I’m preparing to give my 2-year-old son “R” a shower. This strikes me as strange because R usually takes baths and Wife’s the one who usually bathes him. I dimly recall my intent to have a lucid dream and after thinking for a moment, accept that I’m having one right now.

The layout of the room’s exactly like waking life (so far as I can tell) and there’s a window high on the wall near the shower. I hop up to it, plant my hands on the sill, and phase my head and shoulders through to the outside. It’s morning, just after dawn, and the sky glows reddish-orange.

As I’m preparing to fly off, R says, “Daddy, I want to go with you but I don’t know how to do that.” (I take this to mean that he doesn’t know how to phase.)

“That’s okay, buddy,” I respond. “This is a dream.”

For some reason I have a surge of anxiety that the dream won’t stay stable and of course my vision gets a little crazy. I leap the rest of the way through the glass and fly for just a moment before I freeze in mid-air. Seconds later, my vision goes black and I’m in the void.

I rub my hands together for a moment and then decide to change scenes by plummeting downward to the ground that I imagine is still outside. I go rocketing downward but as I hit what would be the ground, there’s a “whomp!” sound and a puff of air as I pass right through. I continue accelerating faster and faster until I crash into…

...my bed. I’m lying on my stomach, my head turned to the left. My eyes are closed and it completely feels like I’m awake, but I’m suspicious, so I try to see through my eyelids. This works and after a few seconds I’m looking out at my bedroom. The center portion of my vision swirls and blends together like a kaleidoscope. I wonder if the effect will change if I open my eyes, but I decide not to mess with anything just now.

I will myself to roll out of my body and transition into an OBE, but I can’t seem to make it happen. The kaleidoscope vision effect continues for a while until the dream eventually fades out.

was making a protein shake with grandma and i just threw lik french toast in with spinach and banana and it was like the grossest shakeever, my commendedme on m cooking skills even thoghi sucked. also it was like a snowy place and there were these 2 pandits who were diong illegal stuff so i track em down in the snow at thei mansion and took em to jail

later the next day i dreampt that i was watching porn infront of a computer screen and bella kept asking me if i ad fucked her yet. i said no and she said she was waiting infront of a crowd of a million peoppl

A while ago I was really desperate to learn how to lucid dream. But last night I experienced a false awakening.

I awoke in my bed and was worried about satan or something like that and was frantic
I realized at some point that my vision was blurry and choppy
I would look at my dresser and look away and the dresser was still in my vision
My first thought was that I was tripping or sick
I then got suspicious and tried my bedside lamp
No dice
I looked at my alarm clock
It only had a blinking 9 in the third place
I knew i was lucid then
I tried to contain my excitement as I went downstairs
My mom was coming up the stairs with a laundry basket
I was suddenly aware that I was naked
She said 'hi'
In a high pitched voice i said hi for some reason
I went downstairs and tried the kitchen lights
One bulb turned on and i got bummed
I thought i was dreaming
Then i saw the holograph of my mom walking my dog up our driveway through the kitchen wall
I ran upstairs to my sister's room ( she is in college so its empty)
There i met with Roger from American Dad but 3D
I asked if he could help me
He then kept repeating 'of course I can help you'
Then i was transported to a place with only him and a trippy orange backdrop and he was yelling "OF COURSE I CAN HELP YOU"
This was too much for me and i awoke

Will i be more likely to have lucid dreams after this?

1. [Non-Lucid]
Me and my Mum appear to be walking through a park, we walk past a big light grey fountain to our right, I point out the pitchers filled with big red grapes that are on the fountain and said "I've seen that before somewhere" in which Mum replied "Yea I saw it when I was ill that time", I notice some tables further along the path we are walking along (the tables I think have yellow and red cloth on top), there are people sat at them, there is a waiter dressed in white.

Possible dream signs:
Mum

I had been working on a large series of dream meanings (relevant only to my own continuously paranormal path in life and in addition to my own generic “dictionary” series on a couple sites) as well as working on a set of previously unposted dreams with music in them.

During this time, I uncovered yet another series of layers regarding my path in life and how everything I had seen since birth being seemingly specifically designed for me in very complex “in joke” ways to the point of obviously being beyond “impossible” for people who do not even believe in anything “unusual” in the first place - something I find astounding to this day, but I roll with it with pleasure - regardless of how incredibly redundant and “silly” it all is. After all, this has been validated time and time again much to the dismay of certain people who would rather not even think about it or what it could mean, thousands of times over in subtle and intricate layers - over fifty years or so.

At any rate, my wife just happened to do a search on “96 Tears” by the oh-so-hilarious over-the-top “hint” of “Question Mark and the Mysterians” (which I even laughed at the universe for “doing for me” when I was very young). Even regarding then, I think the “96” in some cases is Yin and Yang moving away from each other (contrary to the “69” Yin Yang representation), as the song is negative in that meaning, including the lines “…and I might wave, come up here, but I don`t see you waving now” (reference to the back-to-back mirrored twos of Yin and Yang as waves moving apart or conflict with other influences as waves, as opposed to the face to face twos as the heart on the plane which is Yin and Yang in harmony). Other lines; “Too many teardrops for one heart to be crying, too many teardrops for one heart to carry on; you`re way on top now since you left me” and a few subtle references to the “two hemispheres” (American and Australian “crowns” or Crowned Lovers of Destiny/Crown of Destiny or “The Lover Crowned”). Additionally, because of its shape, a teardrop can also represent either Yin or Yang in the “unlinked” (suggesting crying out of loneliness) swirling form.

At any rate, additionally, my wife found something amusing recently - from 1996 - a couple years after we had already married. It is an actual book called “96 Tears” - apparently some sort of amusing detective novel (yet again with the “mystery”). On the very first page is the line “She looked like Zsa Zsa Gabor…”. My wife and I have continuously been astounded by the Universe’s sense of humor. The book is written by Doug J. Swanson (“Swan son” - another play on Yin and Yang and the number two represented by a swan or number 22 as two swans, which are “mirrored” face to face in some wedding decorations as the heart shape). Zsa Zsa also represents number 22 with the two Zs (looking like a two, but when mirrored - looking like the bottom half of the heart on the plane - identified as the Australian Yin - Corona Australis/Virgo/6 and so on), which are also in my wife’s non-anglicized first name - as well as the connection to the other Gabor that demonstrated more “funny business” with the two animated cat movies (“Gay Purr-ee” to the later “The Aristocats” - this being only because I could not tell them apart when younger, so the “humor” was even more complex than originally thought - that is a long story I have already written just a little on.)

Meanwhile, an additional note on “The Naughty Lady of Shady Lane”, which has several not-so-subtle clues for me. First heard when my wife was nine days old (as they say “nine days old” at the end of the song, and heard nine days after the eclipse - “nine days old” being an anagram of “So landed Yin”, haha, although nine is technically “my” number), and mentions the “whirl” and “girl” (yet another Yin symbol, and rhyming with another - “swirl”/or spiral - indicating the spiral-like “cycling”/“circling” and all falling back to 69 or 96 - the cycling “teardrops” or raindrops or whatever you prefer.) At any rate, I made a note that Burl Ives (a main celebrity-based symbol for denial of the Crown of Destiny due to his role in “The Bermuda Depths”) also mentions “Shady Lane” in his old “Big Rock Candy Mountain” song which my father also used to sing - although there are a lot of different versions. Meanwhile, as more fun play, “Crown of Destiny” can make the anagram of “Condor Yin Wefts” or whatever order is preferred. This relates to another prophecy on; “the Eagle from the North and the Condor from the South”, a personal reflection identifying Yin as the condor (Corona Australis) and is also a play on weft, woof, and warp, etc. (a play on the universe making it all happen as if weaving the plot together in higher levels or dimensions) - which someone we know used to joke about, along with Australians calling Americans “Yank” which I first misheard as someone calling me “Yang” and it was one of those “absent moments”. (I can even make a play on “Astral Yin” - as an added “painful” pun).

I did note the “cycling” concept of Yin and Yang as the circle. There is a lot behind this. I happened to see the old Cowsills video of “We Can Fly” which has a ship’s wheel turning - and which I had not seen since a very young child. In another video seen on the same night, Len Barry’s “One Two Three”, it actually has a roulette wheel. Some say this is also more relative to being the center of the “Wheel of Fortune” (no, not the TV show, but being a supposed human fractal construct of the universe - or Yang incarnate). I even got to see “Suzi Snowflake” which I have already written a fair amount on - the snowflake being the Star of David symbol-wise as well as Yin - and has the six points. At the end of this 1951 video is a suggested Yin Yang swirl, which was kind of amusing (and she also had aspects of the good witch from “The Wizard of Oz”). My brother also sang a song with the line “Hey hey hey snowflake” (a Jim Reeves song), for his wife - and recorded it when I lived at North Monroe across from them shortly after he married. It has the line “Now snow is gleaming and I’m not dreaming, I know this is for real”. There is also the line “You were standing there with snowflakes in your hair”, a cute play on the Cowsills song where they sing “…flowers in her hair” (about the “flower girl” - my wife was a “flower girl” in one Nimbin event as a child) and that Cowsills song has the last line “Was she reality or just a dream to me?" The difference is that in one song, she was standing in the snow, and the other, sitting in the rain…ha. "Unusual weather we’re having, ain’t it?” so said the Cowardly Lion or “every man”/“unresolved Yang” (as represented in my more recent “Dread Manticore” dream). This also was going to lead me to a writing on rainbows and snow (one of the Cowsills logos features rainbow-colored letters)…but, well, it looks like someone “beat me to it” so to speak on at least one site. Ah well. Synchronicity.

On one more added note for this entry, I saw a clip from “The Thomas Crown Affair” (1968). The clip had a small aircraft and on the tail of it was “9L” (“my” number followed by my last initial). The main song from it - “The Windmills of Your Mind” - has featured in a few dreams of my youth including a few about actual windmills. It starts out; “Round like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel, never ending or beginning, on an ever spinning reel, like a snowball down a mountain, or a carnival balloon, like a carousel that’s turning, running rings around the moon”. I have already written on the carousel synchronicity, as well as (including posting the image) the “I am fragile” (said by “Yin” the snowflake) beginning - to snowball down the mountain “I am avalanche” BC gag, my favorite two-panel comic strip.

And of course, the opening to the show I watched when younger (one of the only shows I watched much at the time, in fact) “Space 1999” (where the moon left Earth’s orbit to travel through space - like a dream I had years before the concept aired) - featured the music and title with “September 13th” - my wife’s birthday.

Follow-up to today's earlier entry : went back to bed for a late morning nap and slept for approx. 3 hours, 2 sleep cycles, I recall waking up once with recall but chose not to record and just try to slip back in, I did go back to sleep but not lucidly, don't remember those first dreams, but I did wake up right from the second batch of dreams with decent recall.

As is typical for those late morning dreams after about 8 hours it pretty much was "go with the flow" very low awareness, except right at the end I was sitting with a bunch of college students on some table and notice a long blonde haired stunning girl with her back towards me (pink leggings?), and I start to hit on her making a joke about the topic of conversation (which was showers), I touch her back to get her attention and start to give a stupid pick-up line involving showering ( ), and decide, no, I'm not going to do that, and I instead just am very genuine and "would like to go out with you." She's looking at me and says something is different about you, your hair?, and I touch my face and realize I've shaved off my beard, and I feel that my hair is very long and sex-ay.

Then that transitions to hanging out with a bunch of college girls and a narrator says "you don't want to run with the buffalo" (meaning you don't want to hang out with girls who just are with you to raise their status but are otherwise not in your league.) and I wake up.