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Morning of September 6, 2007. Thursday.



The first part of this dream concerns columns (under the foundation) of a newer high school - it seems as if it might be the one at Kepnock, though the building in my dream is completely different at ground level. There is a discovery of human bones inside the columns (almost as if there had been an implied archaeological interest), and there is concern over how this could have happened. However, there is this very clear feeling that the new school, for some reason in my dream only, was apparently built in also somehow involving the death of certain families or teenagers and the government “covering it up” (no pun intended) - an idea of which was possibly borrowed by the low-rated movie “The Haunting” from 1999.

Later on, though, the original columns seem more ancient and seem to be part of some sort of ancient plumbing system in which water and debris is “backing up” into the building, which draws in more archaeologists and such. There is something eerie about the entire affair. There are sets of columns that read something like “ITSBE”. There also seems to be some sort of religious awareness (early Christian Italy, or some such) but I am not quite sure or focused enough to determine what it is.

A little later, when I am awake, my wife tells me that the drainage system has been overflowing and that water keeps coming back out, which is the first time this has happened at this address, the problem being relative to street level access, so this was a precognitive layer.

Morning of September 6, 2007. Thursday.



There is this supposedly alien girl (unsure of from which planet) who is a friend’s girlfriend (Rick S from Chicago). However, she eventually seems more attracted to me and I feel somewhat guilty. She does not seem to care anything at all about her present or past male friends. She seems human-like at first (though does not remind me of anyone I have ever actually known), but her body parts keep changing into different things as she kisses me. Her mouth and lips come out like an extended trumpet-shape, even playing short musical phrases in the seeming manner of a malleable trumpet (but with more of a clarinet sound) and I feel all these weird, but pleasing sensations (I believe this can be traced back to when I was a boy and a neighbor girl sang to me through a longer tube). Her mouth and part of her head become flat for a time and forms something that also looks like our outside drainage cover in real life, and eventually fingers (or tendrils?) come out from the sides of her eyes to touch my face - all very “normal” to me in my dream - at least for an “alien” I suppose, and eventually, I feel less guilty relative to my friend’s failure to keep the alien girl interested in him.

Her chest opens up and flutters like pages of a book with her singing in an unknown language. It seems to be some sort of complex skeletal system that does this during arousal (thin layers of bone or tissue that look just like pages of a book turning, that is - some sort of weird heart muscles as well - which is apparently similar to a spider’s so-called book lungs in some ways). I am almost sure that I see writing in her alien language - which looks a lot like Armenian mixed with little sketches of plumbing systems - but then I see it is actually red blood-vein patterns.

Prior to waking, my friend “warns” me that “water keeps coming out of her”, and supposedly it never stops. I seem to already know this and just shrug and go off to find her again as I wake.

This was the second precognitive dream of this date. A little later, when I am awake, my wife tells me that the drainage system has been overflowing and “water keeps coming back out” - this is the first time this has happened at this address. Precognition seemed to more clearly dominate two of this date’s dreams, more integrated than usual and visually precise, especially as the “face” of the drainage cover also appeared in-dream.

Morning of September 4, 2007. Tuesday.



This is somewhat of a movie-like dream (or becomes as such by the ending), but it still brought about deep emotions and amazing lingering physical sensations all through my body. In earlier parts, I actually seem to be “in” my “movie dream”, but later on, I am or become part of a large audience watching it on a screen in a movie theater (where I seem to be facing north). My dream seemed fairly long, but the plot is fairly simple and is seemingly implied to be about a hundred years or more in the future.

A boy (who may be my younger self, although he reminds me a little of Tiko from the original “Tiko and the Shark”) of about ten years old, has a pet god. The pet god is like a very large tapir that has a silvery glow. It protects a village that the boy lives in and brings them good health and prosperity. Its skin actually looks like silvery water ripples at times.

At one point, however, even though it is a god, it has become somewhat weak from all the power it has given to people and so it is now time for a new god. The tapir is taken out to sea to willingly die for the benefit of the village as well as for people of other villages who do not even know of its existence. There is also an idea that its sacrifice will benefit the ocean, or help eliminate a certain amount of pollution (particularly oil spills left over from the “old ways”). It is taken out in a very large boat and it throws itself into the ocean at the end of a long, special tribal ceremony. There is a sort of sad mood for a little while, but a feeling of peace and finality follows.

Near the end of my dream, the “new god” arrives and I see the boy’s face light up with a reflection of brilliant blue light. The new god is actually not shown in the movie, as it will supposedly have too powerful of an effect on people seeing it, perhaps even making everyone immortal just by seeing a full (even brief) image on the theater’s movie screen. All I can mostly see are tendrils of blue light moving out from underneath the black square put in as censorship for the general public. However, I know what it looks like, as I have seen it in many other dreams, mostly since 1991. It is like a giant blue translucent and scintillating “sea urchin” of mostly blue light, but also folds in on itself like translucent curtains moving over and around each other, sometimes producing geometric shapes such as layered diamonds and trapezoids of different sizes.

I awake with amazing feelings of peace and that intense and familiar blissful muscular “twitching” around my navel area. Sometimes it seems like an “external power” feeding me through the navel as happens in the womb, but more of a spiritual essence. The sea-urchin-like “blue flame” in this particular dream seems to have the purpose to feed a large number of people spiritually. In fact, it seems that is how it is in reality and that future generations of mankind will turn to this concept as a world-wide religion, and in a hundred years or so, it will be the only religion of many societies, as the god will be literally seen and directly known by people.

The supposed “future” in this movie-dream seems to be after some sort of world-wide separatist “war”, though I am not sure if it is an actual all-out literal war, but perhaps just a gradual change of human beliefs, with both new and traditional tribal societies taking over from the total destruction and “decay” of industrialized societies, which no longer exist on the planet for the most part.

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Morning of August 26, 2007. Sunday.



In my dream, my family and I go to a public event that is similar to a carnival but mostly held inside. There is an older man of about fifty years of age doing a comedy routine, and he mentions how, if what he is saying sounds familiar to the audience, that he did the same comedy act (saying the exact same things) in the 1940s - which of course would not really fit with his apparent age if true. There is a very large rhinoceros on display, with a monkey in a small hanging cage nearby. This part is actually similar to a dream that I had years ago - “Hotel Future” (link).

The rhinoceros is not caged but is on a stage and there are clips or clothespins (tied to fishing line) attached to his skin along his back, supposedly to keep him from getting away. A couple people who work there are kicked against the monkey cage by the rhinoceros and one gets seriously hurt. The rhinoceros escapes, but I sense no danger to my family or myself, as water is rising from a sprinkler system because of a fire caused by the rhinoceros kicking a burning barrel over - probably used by a person that “swallows fire” in their performance - and this rhinoceros for some reason cannot seem to move when in the water, which is only about knee-deep at first.

Later, as it continues to “rain” inside the building, I am in a car (no connection to real life) with a few members of my family, including my wife. Several mischievous teenagers are playing around with the fire alarm and sprinkler system settings, and an unknown man (possibly maintenance personnel) hollers at them. The water is slowly still rising, and since the fire is out, I wonder why no one stops the “rain” (and the inside flooding) in the building as I wake.

Morning of June 21, 2007. Thursday.



My wife is going to a doctor’s appointment (which she does after my dream in real life because of experiencing new unexpected pain from a C-section) and for some reason, I am on the same bus but possibly going to a different destination. We are eventually somehow where I used to live years ago in La Crosse and it seems to be getting colder and colder. We are the only ones on the bus at first. My wife eventually notices that everything is closed because it is a holiday and she soon wonders why they made an appointment for her on a day when nothing is open. Also, the bus is soon seemingly taking a different and incorrect route because of the holiday.

The bus we are on stops near a garage and I notice an old friend and coworker from years ago, Randy S, and ask him (as he is walking down the aisle to the back of the us) “Do you still work at…” and he finishes my sentence (incorrectly) saying “AP Motorworks” which sounds really familiar in-dream (but not in conscious afterthought). For some reason, my friend does not seem to know who I am, though. He gets on the bus with at least two taller males. (The actual place we worked together was the factory in La Crosse called “Northern Engraving” yet in my dream, I am thinking of an earlier job I had where he did not work, called “Eco Three”.)

I later notice that I am holding a large newspaper that is an odd mix of English and Cyrillic/Russian. I notice that the “reverse N” (which represents I or Y), has been replaced in a few phrases by the Chinese character for “dragon”, yet it also illogically is supposed to be an older form of that Cyrillic letter. I read a bit here and there about the “coldest day ever” and some other events and I notice that a Russian male (of about 25 years old or older) is sitting in the next seat near me. My seat I am on (but not his) faces out from the side of the bus (as in real life, but farther back). A couple others are making rude remarks about me because I have the ability to read newspapers (and apparently the ability to read at all) which seems rather odd. They do not even know the paper is in more than one language as they cannot read or even recognize symbols of any kind - including stop signs.

The Russian talks to me very meaningfully, pointing out the Chinese character saying that it is a very sad “letter” to do with pity and bad times and something about an approaching coldness that has never been so bad before. He explains that the character is made up of the combinations of a few letters - including my wife’s initials - somehow relative to her mother being the “dragon” - but it also has to do with the problems of socialism. I also get a very strong feeling of what it must have been like to live in Siberia over a hundred years ago. Oddly, the newspaper seems to be from a few days in the future and yet also from the 1800s.

After awhile, everyone starts sneezing continuously. I sneeze on myself and soon pull up my coat (which suddenly appears out of nowhere) and lift it so high that it becomes more like a tent that I am inside, to keep warm. (I guess it is also now protecting me from the particulates of other people’s sneezes.)

The bus is not moving at one point and the motor stops running - and some people are soon doing repairs. It seems as if we will be spending days on the bus (in the cold) until they get it going again, yet, still, more and more people are getting on the bus to where it is getting crowded.

After waking, it is not cold at all in the room (even though my feet feel like blocks of ice) but about a day later, it has gotten colder and colder and people are saying it is the coldest day ever. I personally do not remember feeling this cold since living in Australia. We even brought the birds in for the first time ever. Oddly enough, it got so cold, my wife took a bus in an area she usually just walks from.

Morning of June 16, 2007. Saturday.



I have had variations of this dream setting most of my life. I first started calling it the “Enchanted Forest” in 1968 (at age seven), after the Harvey comic book location (for example as with “Casper the Friendly Ghost”) which likely influenced it.

There is a place that you can get to by way of a certain older dirt road (sometimes a rut road), and often part of the road is slightly muddy and overgrown so that many people do not know it is there even though it only takes moving a bush or tall grasses aside.

This place that is seemingly only in my dreams is fairly large (I am sometimes able to estimate the distance from how far it goes before coming out near a highway on the other side, though coming out of the area before my dream ends does not often occur). There are some turns; I would say about four main changes before you get to the “best” areas in the apparent middle. I often show two or more people (often friends or former classmates) where it is and feel a great joy at going in to show them around and we usually go in at about a twenty-two degree angle (about half of the standard vertical diagonal of forty-five degrees) and I am not certain, but we always seem to be going in from the west with a particular seemingly familiar area of entry.

There are usually areas that are so “hidden” (from other parts of the nearby path), that such a thing would not be possible in real life, especially near a main road. There is also sometimes an idea of animals around that cannot be found anywhere else; often certain types of bears, wolves, or wild boars, but with no stronger fear factor involved; just the knowledge of what direction to go from that point if becoming aware of one.

Most of the time, the secret forest seems to reflect the same mood as always or fictional “memories”, and it seems that I had been the only one to know about the area for a long time. It is so clear, it is sometimes possible to make a general map of the area (though it would not be exact, as sometimes, it seems to change slightly, often relative to slight flooding or more plant growth in different versions). The area usually also reflects an amazing feeling of appreciation which is hard to explain.

There are only a couple of other places (both fictional) that I have dreamt about (about half as often) many times; an area in an unknown city near a certain set of streets where there are also train tracks, and some sort of eerie area in a bigger city which often has a hint of potential danger of some kind of large rat (which also always has the same mood but more eerie than the others).

This time, near the ending point of my dream, after we are back in town, I am somewhat lucid. At least, lucid enough to think to myself of the phrase “this dream seems so real, I can make out the reflections in water moisture on the bark of the trees” (which I can). I am amazed at the details of the buildings and the plants, and take it all in. Some of the homes on a particular street look amazing, with beautiful ornate details.

After a little while, my dream becomes less vivid as I am waking. I notice that one of the people who had apparently been with me is a young girl, but is not really a girl at all; more like some sort of walking plant with no actual human characteristics. The “arms” and “legs” seem to be made out of corn-silk and there is no actual head (or even “body” so to speak); just a cluster of wheat or corn husk or some such. I find it quite odd, yet the other people I am with seem normal, but I do not say anything. It actually seems like some sort of “familiar” entity and faithful “friend” but I do not recall seeing “her” at any previous time in any dream, at least not in this particular unusual form.

Morning of May 27, 2007. Sunday.

This was a very weird and vivid (but not what you would call lucid) dream about primarily my right hand being continuously injured and each finger almost coming off at different times during the dream.

My fingers (all four, but not including my thumb, which remains okay in the dream) somehow get cut by paper I am reading from, I believe - to where it causes all of their flesh to detach from the rest of my hand near the middle of the joints.

(I need to point out that the bone is never damaged or detached, just the fleshy areas, although it does seem at times like the entire finger may come off, but that does not actually happen.)

The sensations are extremely vivid and realistic in every sense of the word. There is not as much blood as one would expect and a couple times, I think of wrapping bandages around them. I even try to manually push the severed flesh back around the finger bone and it actually works for the most part.

It is very weird as the dream draws to a close; somehow my fingers (their flesh) perfectly reunite with the flesh they had somehow torn from, almost like a strong magnetic pull that “melts” the flesh back together and at the same time, having a sort of flowing effect (hard to explain), almost like pouring a glass of water into another but more of a sort of jelly-like rejoining.

Just prior to fully waking, my hand is perfectly whole again (better than ever) although it is very cold (and slowly coming back to life) and with a chalky powder around the fingers where the worst damage was. Of course, no scars will result, since the flesh flawlessly “melted” back together again.

Morning of April 19, 2007. Thursday.



My family and I are back at the apartment we used to live in about two years ago. However, our mentally disabled neighbor (to the south of us in real life on Barolin Street, in the halfway house) lives across the street in a semitrailer, but there is only a vague scene where he appears making some sort of loud animal noises as he does in life, but only for a short time. The semitrailer seems to be completely empty but he still lives there. (In real life, he had shouted gibberish at random times day and night , so it is possible he shouted once or twice and it became part of my dream.)

There are not many buildings around other than the four-block apartment complex we live in in-dream. The other three units have not been lived in for a long time, and I get this strong feeling that the whole area is going to eventually become part of a new development project within a month or so (this aspect turned out to be precognitive as well as the other precognitive layer described below). The area is completely different to real life, though. The four-block set of units is actually right on the edge of a cliff in a sort of triangular section with our apartment seeming the most safe. Actually, the ground has fallen out from underneath a couple of them already, making them unsafe. The apartment we live in is actually closest to the slightly curved road and there is the idea that the other apartments are not even safe enough to walk around in now. There is also a newer road below, part of it going directly under the apartment complex area. I soon notice that I can actually look through the window of one of the empty apartments and look down and see through gaps in the floor and down to the road below, where I notice a truck passing underneath.

I have a strong awareness that the owner of the place has not done any maintenance for a few years. I am also aware that there are stoves and refrigerators in the other apartments, but in poor condition. I put my hand on the outer wall of one of the apartment units, and there is almost immediately a rumbling, and dirt falling from everywhere around the unit. The whole apartment unit collapses down off from the cliff to the more solid ground below. It is about four stories down. This - from one brief touch of my hand.

I start to become more concerned about our own living area. Surely it must be fairly safe? A woman of about forty appears at around the same time I start to wonder about our apartment. Sure enough, when I start to open the front door, our whole apartment starts to fall to the ground below.

However, all is not lost. The woman has a cardboard box, and, with no logic or sense whatsoever, manages to safely catch all of our belongings in the box before the dust settles. The idea that even a small portion of our belongings would not have fit in the box (let alone being able to be caught as the whole building was falling) never even crosses my mind. I am just glad we still have all of our possessions with no damage whatsoever - and of course, we also managed to fall from the cliff (staying in standing position) without being injured as well.

Interestingly, this dream has turned out to be precognitive on two levels and exact in terms of some of the imagery; a day later, there was something about houses in Canada falling in the same manner as in my dream, and it was something I had not been thinking about or had seen on television recently up to the time of my dream.

Morning of March 27, 2007. Tuesday.



This is a “double-dream”; two dreams at the same time, which is very hard to explain to someone who has not experienced it. For me, two or more dreams at the same time always have different levels of vividness and seem to loosely relate to the variable “splash pulsing” I have always gotten in deeper meditation since earliest memory (which only occurs when using special vocal audio in the background); a bit like standing just outside the doorways of two or more rooms yet being in them at the same time or at least following the events. (“Splash pulsing” is what I call that cyclic mental sound which is variable in volume, distance, and phasing, that directly alters your level of consciousness in meditation. The best way to duplicate one aspect of it is to pull your lips in over your teeth and then quickly pull your mouth apart to make a water-drop-like sound, also described as a more subtle “popping” like a cork by some people I have talked to. Since this solely mental sound aspect has remained the same all my life under the same circumstances, I attribute it to some sort of perception of an internal biological event relative to a change in level of consciousness - I have never “mapped” it because it seems too variable - in the long run, it may just turn out to be the brain incorrectly processing and internally “echoing” environmental ambiance.)

First aligned dream:

First Part: My family and I are walking through a park, which is like a large collection of games set up like various small machines, although parts of the area seem like one large connected game or at least a set to see which ones you win, which will bring up new ones - new machines rising out of the ground, sometimes a small vehicle where you ride to another one or get to quicker than others - although it seems like there is only my family there at the time. Oddly, one vehicle seems to go “into” another at times, creating a uniform composite of the prior two as they go in different directions (usually in a V-shape).

Second Part: We go about playing the games. There are various types. There is a set of vans/trucks/buses(?) going around in a playing field on something that looks like a road map with numbers in different circles in different areas. You have to implement ideas so that they do not crash into each other while going to the circles and “tagging” them (driving over them seems to cause something else to rise in the playing field as they go down). There is also a game that looks like “Hungry Hungry Hippos” but relates to fast food and throwing stuff away (getting the food into the hippos’ mouths while somehow discarding the wrappings/containers at the same time, it seems). There is a game involving a plastic octopus, where you have to move the “tentacles” (which are like levers) to bring marbles around from entry points as the octopus moves around to the exit point (without dropping any) on opposite sides of an octagon. There are many more “machine games” including one about blue birds (on levers) dropping eggs into the right nests, but I cannot remember all of them.

Next-to-last Part: The last game we are playing is part of yet another machine. It is set up like a three-by-three grid with hollowed-out areas for marbles to sit in. There are three marbles; black, yellow, and white (although there may be marbles of other colors underneath the playing field). Around the three-by-three grid is a part where the marbles are made to “jump” by clicking some sort of button underneath. To win is to make the marbles fall in various patterns and stay (and the scoring depends on what pattens you make). There is a plastic dome over the game so that you cannot cheat by manual interference.

Ending: I win this last game by getting a diagonal row of three marbles after only about two attempts - you get three attempts (two seem to go in at the same time), and an amazingly happy-sounding musical voice (but seemingly computerized) of a young girl calls out “Won’t believe it!” not in a negative sense, but in an “I’m amazed by your skills” sense. At this point, the dream splits more incongruously into the ongoing simultaneous dreams, the “Won’t believe it!” from the computer-like voice, the “Womb Palena!” from the “Eternal Girl” in a parallel dream, and a short dream of seeing a musical device echoing very odd buzzing tones (containing fifths) from four different miniature flutes - one on each side of a square object (and creating a four-note melody), two being the same length (for the A note). The note pattern is C > A > C < A, or 1, 6, 8, 6 (using white keys only with “1” as middle C).

Second Aligned Dream:

First Part: I am walking alone through a mist and it becomes an area where a huge mansion appears. It is like the mansion and the landscape goes on in one direction forever, without any end.

Second Part: I talk to a few people matter-of-factually (cannot remember the details). I meet a girl who seems to be connected to me (but I seem aware that she is the daughter of one of the other people in this “world” or perhaps even my daughter or descendent). She is wearing some sort of white gown of an unusual texture. There is even a sense of touch and smell at the same time; what I would describe as smelling and touching human warmth using an unfamiliar composite awareness.

Next-to-last part: I get a sense of “Payame Ima” and “palena anda”, which I have since found are real terms, although I might have read about it at some point in the past (in real life), but certainly do not remember it much.

Ending: I hug her in friendship and relative to memories that seemingly span over many, many years (even though she only seems like a child at times and again - seems like an unknown relative) and get a feeling that I will return to the area many years later. Knowing that I will return to the “endless mansion” brings me great joy. Somehow I know that the girl (or archetypical entity) will not age a day even if I do not return for a thousand years (yet she already sometimes seems much older than I). The girl calls out “Womb Palena!” (which seems to mean “goodbye for now” in the most positive spiritual context possible) and waves. Her voice seemingly holds a lot of power and love. I walk for a bit and seem to return to the “real” world (though not yet awake). I look behind me and am aware that the “other world” is going “out of alignment” with the present one I am in (almost like an implied virtual orbit), and feel like I am renewed, even “reborn” somehow (yet feeling really really old in terms of my years of life).

Morning of March 19, 2007. Monday.



In this dream, I am in a public area, and in a different country. It seems it may be the northern area of Syria. A lot of people are around. For some reason, Sam Neill, the actor, is there. He has a large boat to help people escape from the coming war. There is also a girl (from Tel Aviv?) with him. She is wearing a Star of David patch on her dress or blouse, but is told to take the symbol off, as she will not be safe in any part of the world with any group of people (during the war) if she keeps it. I believe she takes off the patch and puts it in a pocket or wraps it in a scarf. There is also a teenage male on the boat, but he plays such a small role, I am hardly ever aware of him.

A Syrian man (about forty years old) approaches me. He asks me where I am living, and for some reason, I state that I am living on the Saudi Arabia / Iraq border, which seems quiet and suitable in my dream, curiously enough. He informs me that he will go and get a gun for me to help protect myself as I am leaving the country. I wait outside and overhear him say something about me being gullible in my belief that he would do this, but the word is not “gullible”, it is something else I am not sure of, a short word which seems to express a few ideas at once, something to do with word play on “assaulting” (assaultin’) and “sultan”, I think. There is a point at which a large cloud of black smoke rises in the distance.

I later see a large television on display to the public and the news is on, showing scenes of smoking, damaged buildings with text (lower on the screen) “Beginning: World War III”. However, the news announcers seem very calm. I decide to go on the boat to “escape”. There are only very few people on the boat with Sam Neill as captain.

The “logic” of my dream makes absolutely no sense with regard to travel. The large boat is able to travel over land and even through buildings. In fact, somehow, during a couple similar or “reset” scenes, we even manage to get through a narrow checkout in what seems to be a small grocery store in Australia. At times, we are on water, but there is supposedly no flood to justify how the boat goes through different buildings to different countries or travels as it does.

We knock aside some military vehicles, one being a colorful semitrailer truck. It is not clear to me who is doing the most fighting or even what the war is about. It just seems that every country is at war with every other country and even different armies of certain countries are against each other.

We go into a whirlpool and we go down through a subterranean system of rivers, which are almost perfectly round. There is some concern that we will reach a dead-end and not be able to go back. At one point, we go through a palace in India where I notice intense-appearing women that gaze at us suspiciously - and the boat even goes down the front flight of stairs before going back into a larger body of water.

Finally, we end up in an area in which I am trying to work out if we are just west or east of Canada. It seems more like it is near Alaska, on the west side of Canada. There is a smaller cylindrical iceberg in the water, which is where I will be living until the war is over. The area is peaceful and beautiful. I expect to see airplanes or smoke along the horizon, but everything is clear and blue here.

Morning of March 5, 2007. Monday.



This entry has been painstakingly edited back to its original form, date, and full personal detail. The original title was “The Safe House (TV Show?)”.

The first part of my dream relates to some sort of fictional so-called reality show (apparently similar to “Big Brother” which I have never watched) called “The Safe House” - where random arguments are filmed on the streets. The concept involves giving people an opportunity to be “safe” by coming to the house to get away from any sort of trouble. There is one scene (on a television screen) where random things go flying across the camera’s view, including an empty baby stroller - and there is an extraordinarily loud level of screaming and pots and pans rattling and flying across the camera view along with other objects, almost like a cartoon-like cacophony. It is all the result of a young Jamaican woman (she has about three children) having a fight with her American husband near a busy street. Apparently, he keeps doing the opposite of what she wants (when she has to go shopping and such) going in a different direction and so on. I mostly only hear the fight and not actually see much, other than the objects being thrown into the street followed by lots of clattering noises. I keep thinking that one of them will probably come to the safe house (where I seem to be), but this does not occur.

There is a later point near dusk when an Archie Bunker lookalike yells out the window and someone yells back at him.

There is then a gangster looking for someone and he wants to check the safe house, seemingly with the likelihood that the other person or persons will be shot or captured. They do not find anyone, though. (Actually, it seems that they just walk around outside without coming in.)

Other events unfold; nothing significant. I decide to check up on the people who have come into my “safe house” and find no one (though I believe my family is home).

Later, it is nighttime and the “reality show” is seemingly over (or in a different “mode”). I go to my front porch and notice two males seemingly about to visit us. They are standing near the steps but had not yet come to the front door. They appear to be hesitant about the nature of our house as if it does not meet with their approval. I am semi-lucid but not sure how to react. I wait for something to happen for the most part. I notice a few shooting stars in the distance. I am aware that parts of the rain gutter are a bit rusty, with a couple pieces even flaking off. It mostly appears to be the house from Stadcor Street, though with features from more recent places we have lived.

A somewhat wealthy-looking effeminate male (about thirty) and another man (who is a bit taller and on his right) are standing outside near the front windows. The taller man seems hesitant to come in even though he seems to really want to get away from his partner. It seems that he cannot meet or openly talk to anyone else because of this man because of some “automatic criticism” he implements all the time. He wants to get rid of him so that he can go to some sort of party on his own.

I ask a few questions (cannot remember exactly what they were) and the shorter male seems to get more annoyed with each question, although I try rewording them. I do not like his snobby attitude, but I do not want to annoy him either (something to do with the ratings of the show). They remind me somewhat of the landlords we had in Brisbane who were in a relationship and were also counselors for male couples in the region but one signed away the house behind the other’s back. We were told we would have to move, so we packed up, then unpacked later when the other claimed the house had not been sold, but then had to pack up again when we found out it had been sold, so they were not honest with each other about the property.

He starts complaining about hurting his feet because the front stairs have some sort of hard metal supporting them below the bottom step. He looks at me as if he is very annoyed with my general appearance (especially my hair) as well as the house (yet also seems to be commenting on the state of the roof of our house) and in an insulting snobbish manner (yet with a dramatic pause), says “You have fondue rust." The other male says nothing. (For some reason, I have an in-dream faux memory of "fondue” being spelled as “fondage”.)

I can understand “rust” relating to the Echo and the Bunnymen song (which I listened to quite often during this time - it even has a line about the shooting stars), but the phrase itself seems enigmatic. Perhaps he is commenting also on the portable stove on the porch (which is also a bit old and rusty in my dream), which is unsuitable for a get-together or community party. However, it actually seems that this “fondue rust” is a bit of rust on the safe house (on the roof and outside walls) which sticks to people more than regular rust and is hard to get off. He says this to me with strong disbelief - that he cannot understand why anyone would be in a house that has this problem. It still also seems to mean dandruff at one level.

I start making a joke out of some other things he says with an “I cannot believe you are serious” attitude, saying that this is too ridiculous to be of much use to my life, and that it sounds like some sort of bad comedy script, and I start laughing, and at that moment, I hear the laughter of a large number of people who had apparently been standing around watching the “show” (who just seemed to appear out of nowhere when I made the statement). It seemed rather intense, eerie, and yet nice, to hear myself laugh, then all of a sudden, the laughter of many others immediately manifesting. I grow more and more lucid, but there is an unusual sense of time slowing down.

As I wake up, I hear part of the theme song of the show, which sounds like a sort of chorus-like yodel (with an almost dwarfish vocal sound), with the melody as follows (assuming C starts as 1 and continues on the white keys):

2, 2, 2, 7, 6…1, 1, 1, 6, 5

The 2nd note in each phrase is slightly faster, giving it a bouncy feel, and the last note in each phrase slightly longer. (I may update this with sheet music format later.)

Song link: http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/echot...ymen/rust.html

Morning of March 4, 2007. Sunday.

Dream #: 14,685-02. Reading time (optimized): 2 min.



I am with my youngest son at a grocery store, which seems like the store closest to where we live, to the north, but perpendicular to how it is in real life. It is possible that the rest of my family is there and shopping in another part of the store.

There is an unknown woman whom I think works there. She is pretty and about thirty. It first seems as if she may be Italian, but she has a South American appearance as well. Her skin is slightly dark, and she seems to have an elaborate headpiece with bells or little silver balls on it. Later, I am unsure if she is a worker or someone who came into the store to talk to us. She reminds me slightly of a gypsy and also of my wife.

She thinks my son is either carrying or is in contact with the spirit of her grandfather in addition to another. She wants to ask my son a question. She whispers it in his left ear (something that I would never agree to in real life and it even feels wrong in my dream at first). She seems to be performing a ritual, mostly only a chant-like acknowledgment of my son’s “powers.” I feel a bit uneasy and unsure of what is going on. It almost seems I am only there to take my son back home so that he will not get lost.

I bow to have my son speak a name in my left ear rather loudly and clearly, but still somewhat like a whisper, but also seemingly meant to reassure me.

The name is “Akna.” (Is that the mysterious woman’s name?)

“Akna” does not sound familiar. A few thoughts go through my head. Acne? What is the word? Akna. Why Akna? Is it the last name of an unknown family member? I wake up, somewhat annoyed, as my dream did not seem to make sense regardless of how vivid it became.

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In Inuit mythology, Akna (“mother”) is a goddess of fertility and childbirth.

Akna is also the name of a goddess of motherhood and birthing in Maya mythology.

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My wife had a baby recently and needed to have a C-Section. I certainly do not remember reading or hearing about “Akna,” though.

Zsuzsanna told me our son had been doing some unusual songlike chanting before going to sleep, with a lot of m, n, and k sounds. My dream date matches the date circled in my her journal (though I had not seen it) about when she thought she would have our new baby (though it was earlier by C-section). Zsuzsanna has a theory that my dream is a result of her regret over not having her baby at the “right” time, but I have no regret and am glad she got through it. At this point, I also am wondering if it was our baby son implied as older in my dream, or our next-youngest son, although I think it was our next-youngest.

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Morning of February 13, 2007. Tuesday.



I believe this takes place in Nimbin, Australia, though I am not entirely sure.

My family moves there into a building that is like our present home (in Queensland) in basic design relative to rooms, location, and such, but closer to the ground and more modern than our present house. Later on, my dream seems to be somewhat “movie-like” and becomes fairly impersonal.

Some weird animal bones are discovered. There is some concern over what they may mean. Eventually, people with special skills become part of the plot.

A cage is discovered in a secret (hidden) room of the typical “behind the rotating bookcase” variety. This cage has several giant guinea pigs. The giant guinea pigs seem to be the result of an experiment that went wrong and so was hidden away. An unknown woman (possibly Pauline Hanson) comes onto the scene and announces that these creatures should be destroyed, so she sets fire to the cage after throwing some sort of chemicals on it, to kill them. All of a sudden the creatures actually speak for the first time, and it turns out that they were people (all likely from Nimbin) who were turned into guinea pigs. They are angry with the woman as if she was supposed to know that they were people at one time. It seems that they were annoyed with being turned into guinea pigs, but had never talked before because there had not been any danger for them until then.

My dream ends with unusual part-guinea pig, part-human creatures walking around (The guinea pig aspect is then more relative to the hair color than anything else, most hair being multicolored). However, in the end, they mostly only look like Nimbin hippies in overall appearance with no animal-like features then. One of them is to be interviewed, but he spends so much time twirling his hair and “blanking out” that the reporter gives up trying to do an interview. This one has very long sideburns down to his shoulders, which are cream, white, and a sort of dark red-orange, like the color of certain guinea pigs I have seen in the past.

This dream may have something to do with hearing Nimbin being called “an experiment” and may relate to my wife’s negative experiences growing up there. (I have never lived or been there). Also, my wife’s mother had a very large number of guinea pigs at one time (many unhealthy because of her having too many in one area), which my wife mostly had to take care of when no one else did.

Morning of January 2, 2007. Tuesday.



My family and I are living in our present home on Barolin Street and the whole nature of my dream is extraordinarily vivid with regard to all my senses. There are differences from real life as there often is, such as two couches (perpendicular to each other) being in the north and west areas of our living room. I am aware of my wife and children being in the room.

A hummingbird has somehow gotten into our house and I want to make sure it gets back outside, as I do not want it to be injured in any way. I manage to hold it in my hands several times, but the sense of weight is so intense that it is almost like a heavy magnetic force of augmented gravity, with an intense “buzzing” in my hands. Thus, the overall sense of weight, awareness of forces, and my sense of touch is greatly enhanced. It is almost like the powerful force of creation, the heaviness and energy of “everything that exists” compressed into a tiny space. At one point when I close the front door, thinking the hummingbird had gotten out, I fear I crushed it in the top edge of the doorway, but it seems, over time, to be invulnerable, and from this point flies back into our house for a time. Again, the presence of this force is amazingly vivid, yet I do not attain lucidity (even though it becomes as vivid as a typical lucid dream). After a time, it seems to have left our house, yet its presence also seemed very special and even rewarding, emotionally and spiritually.

After this, even though we are in Australia, it now seems that when I walk out the front door of our house, that I am in fact walking out the back door of my older sister’s (Marilyn’s) house on Loomis Street. The area seems much different, however, with many smaller random buildings which are half-built. There are larger clusters of taller buildings mostly to the southwest that seem a bit too close for any privacy, comfortable living, or viable personal space. Over time, I realize that the city is still being built, most of the region to the west being unfinished. A few older males dressed as janitors are seemingly working out how to continue with the building. I offer to help but I get the idea that I am the supervisor and they tell me they will be able to do the work on their own and that I am the one in control.

Prior to my waking, I am seemingly in our older house on Stadcor Street in Brisbane, near the old shed (which in real life had collapsed and missed falling on me by seconds). A few unknown younger males approach me, seeming to want to closely relate to me - and trying to make me understand - how I am the origin and creator of my dreams - which seemingly relates to a number of the unusual half-finished buildings as if I am trying to recreate the collapsed shed, perhaps, and resolve the world as “complete” and nonthreatening. It is curious being told how you are all-powerful concerning your dream settings and dream scenarios by unfamiliar dream characters, though this has happened before, this time being more vivid than usual. Perhaps on one level, I was “visited” by the essence of Huitzilopochtli. At any rate, my dream was an extraordinarily enriching experience.

Morning of July 23, 2006. Sunday.



In my dream, I am seemingly back in America in the southern area of the backyard of my sister Marilyn’s house on Loomis Street in Wisconsin, as it is at least of my main location recognition at one level. However, even though the area mostly looks like this part of La Crosse, I also seem to be in the West Indies at the same time (though it does not feel quite like a typical bilocated setting even though it technically is). To the southeast and across the street is a very tall palm tree and I am aware that it is the “tallest palm”. There also seems to be some sort of government building opposite the street from my sister’s house, though a bit south. I eventually notice other features that make the area seem more like it would naturally be near the ocean. The focus on the one tall palm tree seems important as if “The Tallest Palm” was some sort of expression related to civics. Nothing happens other than being in the fictional composite setting and reflecting on peaceful associations. There is a very clear awareness of the blue sky and it is perhaps in early afternoon.

This dream eventually seemed to form music, which I got at least the main motif from, which was called “The Tallest Palm” and the instrumental reggae track was eventually released on a compilation CD with other artists as a benefit for wounded soldiers; released on July 30, 2007 by DMusic.

For some reason, this “same” dream (though not with the original blissful feelings throughout as it had less emotion) came back to me on the morning of July 23, 2015. Thus, this is a good example of an “anniversary” type of dream (as stated before, more evident with holidays and important dates, I think).