Blue_Opossum

Morning of January 18, 2015. Sunday.



Of the thousands of variations that have been rendered in my dreams of my Cubitis home since 1968, along comes a completely different one after over thirty years of last having been there. This one is a little more diverse than usual. I do not believe this is due to long-term memory distortion either, because there were alterations of the house in my dreams when I was living there (and indeed, as there have been with all places I have lived). This is also another “extra window” dream as with a recent dream about my present home. My dream is very vivid (fully in-body), though I am not lucid at any point.

My dream seemingly takes place late at night. My wife Zsuzsanna is with me (though she has never been to America). My computer setup in real life is somewhat similar to how it is set up in my bedroom in my dream, with the monitor facing the windows directly behind me (in my dream, north). At one point, I turn around to look out the jalousie windows. There seems to be at least one additional (fictional) large window, immediately to the left of the door to the carport.

This variation is unusual in that it seems to be the first time the house has been directly rendered in the middle of a seemingly large city (though there were many early precognitive dreams concerning the new highway and such at the back of our property). There is even a well-maintained city street (and sidewalks) close to the house where the northern side yard (and the orange grove beyond) would otherwise be, running east and west. Also, the playground from my elementary school has replaced our large front yard though as if being another city block west of us. There is a shorter chain-link fence along that part of the sidewalk, the sidewalk of which replaces our long real-life driveway (the playground area being open in reality and which otherwise faced the rest of the school grounds). I do not know what would be in our backyard and easterly as we remain in our bedroom throughout my dream.

Two (unknown) teenage girls are walking from the west along the chain-link fence on our side of the street. Eventually, it is a group of four girls. There is also an older male and his wife or girlfriend walking from the same direction at one point, about ten feet ahead of the girls.

I decide to close all the windows for privacy in case my wife and I become more intimate. I close two windows (including the fictional one) without incident. However, when I go to close the outside door’s jalousie window, the handle wobbles (as a different one did in real life until I finally fixed it) and a glass pane falls out from near a lower row and smashes in our carport. This is an odd incident though, as there is an additional somewhat confusing and uncertain aspect to it by which I also somehow “feel” the weight and momentum of the event as it happens (an odd but vivid perception not possible in reality but which has occurred in dreams). At the same time I was closing our window, the older male, as he was walking easterly by with his partner (to the left of her), apparently threw a large (unknown) object into our carport (possibly something of ours that was in the carport - I get the vague impression of a golf club but we never had any in reality) so that it hit the window as I was closing it, which possibly is what caused the pane to come out. There is the idea that the male was also startled by the window breaking even though he was seemingly (possibly absentmindedly) vandalizing the place (even though he is about sixty and seems dressed neatly). I call out “hey” and the couple continues to walk out of view, but walking a little faster now.

I mention to my wife about how “they” broke our window, but by this point, the group of four girls (mostly all in blue jeans and singlets) is there just north of the carport (on the fictional sidewalk) who think I am accusing them. They all stop and look into the carport and through the jalousie window of the door. I notice that the area seems fairly built-up and see what may be stores and taller commercial buildings across the (fictional) street in the semidarkness. One of the girls talks about how it was not her or any of her friends who broke the window and she talks about the male who is no longer in the immediate area. I am aware of who did it, of course, but I do not coherently confirm this to them. They do not seem angry or even annoyed at any point, though. They continue to hang around and I guess they are worried about getting into trouble for something they did not do. However, I am still contemplating on whether the window coincidentally broke when something was thrown near the door and perhaps was not directly broken by the older male. As I wake, I am trying to gather my thoughts in a manner that I can tell them to go on their way and not worry about our broken window, without insulting them or giving them cause for them to believe I think they were vandalizing the house but for some reason, I cannot logically come up with how to communicate this at all as my dream fades.