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Morning of July 5, 1975. Saturday.



This entry relates to a small part of real-life but “dreamlike” events (also experienced by my wife when she was younger long before we met) of water bugs completely vanishing from a sealed glass mason jar I usually had on the left area of the northwestern jalousie window sill over a longer time period as well as touching a kind of seemingly aquatic (either hexagonal or octagonal) orange “accordion-like worm” and watching them “explode” into tiny grain-like and plate-like parts and dissolve within a short time. I was also the only one at the time (and for years after) to fully know about the non-native snakes, including Burmese pythons (one of which went into our large shed, likely with the intent to eat a chicken) “invading” the area - which no one else seemed to believe at all, and yet which is now a recognized problem in that region (even with a related television series) years later (this has remained a common “trend” for me - to be the first or only one to see or experience something years before someone else becomes known for first seeing or knowing of it - something I have grown very used to, in fact).

Based on a dream about a “new” kind of penguin (as in actually “newly evolved” or created from nothing), I had written a story called “Penguin in a Jar”.

I was in my Cubitis home in the living room and there was a large, tall, cylindrical aquarium that held a small penguin that was very aquatic, more adapted to water and the ability of perfect, fast swimming than being suited on land at all. It would swim in spiral-like patterns from top to bottom and then back up near the water’s surface to perform a lot of fancy swimming while eating very small fish when swimming downwards again. This special new species of penguin somehow just appeared on Earth with no explanation other than being a “new creation”. One person who wants to make a lot of money on the discovery does not get anywhere when the penguin somehow becomes invisible or dissolves completely when out of the water for very long.

Years ago, even before my older dream journal entry on this, there were no other online matches for “penguin in a jar” - now there are many (Google) matches of this phrase - which I originally personally used to connect to the real-life vanishing water bug enigma. Also, to give a little more detail to all the odd coincidental connections to the much later movie “The Gate” (1987) as partly mentioned in another entry, I forgot to point out how the jar in the movie (that the moths vanish into thin air from at one point) was the same orientation (relative to where it was kept by the window and the orientation of the room) as my real-life experiences from years prior (mid 1970s).

Also see: “The New Life”.

Morning of July 4, 1975. Friday.



I have an old leather-bound book that is entitled “The Annelid War”. In some ways I think it may be science fiction, but in other ways it also seems to relate to a soon-to-air television documentary about an upcoming event. Supposedly, various species of worms become gigantic and fight each other, causing earthquakes. One rises up from the ground at a distance. I am not sure if this is a natural event or related to mutations caused by radiation or environmental pollution. My dream is mostly set outside in my backyard in Cubitis. It seems these giant worms can manifest purple lightning or perhaps draw lightning to a particular area of the ground to manipulate it.

Because of their shape, both snakes and worms have associations with the human intestine and the human spine. Because lightning resembles the human nervous system, this one probably relates to conflicting thoughts, the worms, to me, associated with spinal energy.

Morning of June 29, 1975. Sunday.



This dream started by finding myself walking through the parking lot and to the front entrance of my middle school in Florida. As is sometimes the case, I am clearly aware of the real-world time and day. This is in the morning. A classmate, Wayne H, is also on the premises and wandering around.

I “know” that I have to get my textbooks - but this is not a legitimate idea as I am moving on to high school and do not really need these other books. In my dream, I have the false memory of having left them in my locker (recurring), so I am presently prepared to go into the school on a Sunday morning to get them.

Unfortunately, the front doors are locked. After a time, I cause a key to float in the air and enter the lock. At the same time, though not lucid, I am aware that this is supposedly a symbolic metaphor for sexual intercourse. However, after a time, I question if this is because I have been reading dream dictionaries and that the lock is just a lock and the key is just a key and that dream symbols are often not symbols at all (as with literal precognition I have experienced all my life) even though, again, I am not directly aware that I am dreaming. I move the key into the lock after willing it out again and then “explode” the imagery into a fully detailed and labeled diagram that is sort of holographic. The different parts of the lock in the exploded view are labeled.

So here I am, spending a bit too much time on trying to work out which parts of the lock are equivalent to which parts of the female’s genitals. (This was during a time when a lot of other boys my age did not seem to know much about female anatomy, and thus there were “dirty jokes” I heard that made no sense including the “baby as submarine” one.) I look at it for awhile and decide the layout is not compatible with real female anatomy at all.

I go into the building and walk around in the empty maze-like halls and end up in a recurring and annoying dream scenario of trying to find my locker (I had a few different ones in reality and the middle school building was huge). I find a few with stacks of mangled books at the bottom, but they are not mine. This recurring scenario was precognitive when I was a maintenance worker at the college and had the job of cleaning out all the lockers and sometimes finding mangled books and men’s magazines in a very similar fashion as in these older dreams.

Eventually, I find a couple dream dictionaries in a locker, with missing sections (but more like a telephone book in overall appearance), with a picture of an ugly clown and balloons on the cover of one. Annoyed, I throw them at the concrete wall and slowly wake instead of instigating a more lucid dream level, which I then mentally “kick myself” over at the “lost opportunity”.

Morning of June 14, 1975. Saturday.



This dream scenario takes place mostly in the living room in our Cubitis home and everything is mostly the same as it is in reality. My father seems to be the only other character in my dream. (I believe there is a subtle association with Father’s Day, which would be the day after this date, though I am the one who gets a gift.) I am on the couch - and this was the time when visitors used it for sleeping. It is in its normal place in the southwest corner of the living room, lengthwise to the south wall.

I have been given a plastic model kit from Revell, I believe. It is a cobra, the snake kind, not the car model. It is black and has a couple interchangeable pieces for the final version. (I have not seen this kit in real life if there is one like it.) The finished plastic model has hinges in one section that allow it to sway side to side like a real cobra. I do not think I have finished putting the model together before my dream finally fades.

It is possible that my dream self in this case associated the Cobra Car with the cobra snake. However, I had a very early childhood dream of a cobra in the hayloft and deliberately trying to “create” it within my lucid dream in one clearer version, which can also be found in this journal (Link). There may be a connection or association, in this case, “creating” a cobra with a model rather than as a tulpa.

In real life (prior to this dream), I had gotten a large number of plastic model kits from sister Carol, for my birthday (December 20th) and Christmas, that were of animals such as a bear, deer, a couple horses (including a rather large black stallion), and so on. My mother had gotten me mostly only car models, but also a few dinosaur models later.

Morning of June 12, 1965. Saturday.



I am my present age in my dream (four years old), riding in a familiar car with my mother and father. My father is driving. The car windows are all down and it is seemingly a nice sunny day, around nine o’clock in the morning. There is a very mild breeze. I am sitting in the back seat and looking out the window on the left side (thus I am seated behind my father, though this is not a fixed orientation in dreams where I am riding in a car with my parents). We are going up a winding road of about a ten degree inclination, which curves slightly to the left, which seems to be Mohawk Valley Road in Stoddard, Wisconsin, not that far from where we live. However, there also seems to be the essence of the landfill near Fort Ogden, Florida that I had seen when very young.

As we ride over a small bridge made of logs (seemingly unrealistic for a car to go over) which crosses a very narrow and shallow stream, I notice an old mattress lying mostly flat along the left side of the road. It is close to the bank of the stream. I clearly see a couple large holes with parts of the material missing and part of at least one spring. There are a few other features that indicate that this may be a small landfill.

A rattlesnake sits coiled at the top of the hill to my left, though unrealistically remaining in perspective near the horizon of the slope (even though my dream otherwise seems nearly as vivid as wakeful reality). Its head and upper body move up and down slowly as there is a soft hissing and soft rattle sound which integrates with the sound of the breeze in the trees as well as the nearly inaudible sound of crickets. There is no fear; only a sense of curiosity. The rattlesnake is too large in perspective relative to distance and it is also unrealistic in the sense that it is moving up and down in more of a loose vertical spring-like form, reminding me of a mattress spring.

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Dreaming dynamics and first-level dream meaning:

• Many dreams utilize biological foreshadowing of the hypnopompic jerk. In this case, the rattlesnake is the hypnopompic jerk precursor and a “dream sign” factor (mattress spring symbolism) of my emergent consciousness. This is validated by how it is moving up and down on the close virtual horizon of the hilltop. Note that a rattlesnake moves and strikes while a mattress spring (which it symbolizes) does not. This is because the rattlesnake is alive and directly linked with the organic dynamics of a hypnopompic jerk.
• The close virtual horizon of the hilltop symbolizes the implied waking point in real time, that is, the event horizon of the emergent consciousness, though no confrontation is rendered in this case and no negative energy is perceived at any time.
• Driving or riding in a car in a dream represents the viable threads linking back to conscious self identity (reflecting the goal of the fictional dream self to find its way back to full consciousness). (The road is winding due to both my body sometimes moving randomly in sleep and as being analogous of the rattlesnake’s movements.)
• The landfill setting relates to the extraneous thoughts (“junk”) that occur during the rising of wakeful consciousness, similar to the random and fuzzy nature of various thoughts occurring prior to sleep, when critical thinking skills eventually cease.
• The rattlesnake is also clearly a visual symbol for a mattress spring in this particular case in its unrealistic fully rising and coiling upwards and downwards. Despite my dream having no negative energy, it is still seen as a warning of sleeping on a torn mattress with an exposed mattress spring (which I soon learned to be careful of and which a folded pillowcase was placed over). (This is probably because of my very young age and not fully realizing that both a rattlesnake and an exposed mattress spring could be very dangerous.)
• My dream’s meaning and message is validated by my torn mattress being seen in my dream just prior to seeing the rattlesnake on the hilltop.
• The nature of my dream is additionally validated by the shallow stream, implying a “water getting lower over time” event, which is both biological and symbolic, representing the waking transition. Note that my (presumed to have been discarded) mattress is near the stream, the stream representing continuity of sleep, as water represents my real-time sleep dynamics, while the road represents continuity of potentially wakeful emergent consciousness. This dynamic has occurred in at least one of my dreams every night for over fifty years (and with water often being the induction factor).
• A bridge is a real-time symbol for a shift in consciousness within the dream state. Note that we cross the bridge after seeing my torn mattress and then see the transmuted form of the mattress spring as a rattlesnake up ahead. Despite both being potentially dangerous, this is primarily a visual transmutation rather than implying any sort of connection based on a non-existent “dream language”.
• It might be thought by some people that my father driving the car can be “interpreted” as a focus upon the one who mainly controlled the direction of my life at the time of this dream. Even so, that is completely irrelevant to my dream’s main precognitive message. Also, I have had hundreds of dreams where the driver was either unknown or an imaginary character.
• This dream also has the “contrived convenience” that many dreams have. In this example, I am on the left side of the car looking out the window. My mattress is also on the left side, and the rattlesnake, despite the car implied to be on a winding road, is oversized and remaining on the left in direct view on the hilltop. This viewpoint would not have been possible in reality, where the rattlesnake would otherwise have been impossible to see this clearly and my viewpoint would have kept changing on the winding road.

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Morning of May 31, 1975. Saturday.



I am wandering around in an isolated dump (in the sense of being a partial landfill) in the afternoon, that is also somewhat like a junkyard on a couple more external areas. There are steep hills on at least two sides, perhaps three. I get the impression that someone has been building, over a longer time period, a life-sized “robot” or working model of a triceratops from various types of scraps and miscellaneous rubbish, but I am not sure if it will ever be completed. It appears that at least two had already been started, but remain unfinished due to there being a lack of properly shaped junk, thus the projects were abandoned. There is a feeling of desolation, of remoteness. I am not sure if anyone else is around. There may be someone living in an old shack nearby but I never find out much else.

Morning of May 29, 1965. Saturday. (Memorial Day weekend - age four.)



In an odd “twist” on comical partial precognition (which has been very common for me throughout my life), I dreamt (semi-lucid) at age four, in Chipmunk Coulee in Wisconsin, that my father drove us to the “edge of the world” just beyond the end of a road that just stopped. There, a thin red devil (with a narrow beard) danced with a pitchfork in an almost comical way (as in the “Hot Stuff” comic book with “Grandpa Blaze”, who often looked different, though), but there was concern that nothing else existed beyond that area beyond the fence and gate (assumed in my dream), where he lived in a grass hut or haystack? or some such, that was always catching on fire and needed to be put out by a team of chipmunks somehow (water-filled nut-shells?). The world would have just a smooth cliff-like drop and nothing beyond.

In real life, the same afternoon as the morning of this dream, my father got directions from someone mixed up, and ended up driving down a road that actually did come to a sudden end and he talked about the “end of the road” - which, in my young mind, caused me to contemplate that it was as far as one could travel in that direction (south). A thin farmer with a pitchfork approached our car, giving me a somewhat uneasy feeling (thinking of my dream) of being near the “edge of the world”. The seemingly annoyed farmer looked at us suspiciously at first but gave my father instructions on what roads to take from there.

Note to self: I see that I still have the bad habit of writing “chimpmunk” instead of chipmunk, even after all these years.

Morning of May 25, 1975. Sunday.



Background information: This dream seemed to relate to simultaneous associations of seeing razor blades as primarily dangerous combined with a concern about becoming ill from mosquito bites as well as leeches. There was also a brief incident at Lake Katherine where a few other teenagers (at least one wearing a razor blade as a pendant), walking by when our class was on a field trip, made threats about using a razor blade to slice up our backsides. The female teacher looked worried but did not react and the others just kept walking. I am not aware of anyone being killed in this dream, though the idea seems very plausible. My concern is possibly minimal due to wearing a repellent (such as “Off”) of some kind, though I believe it is a special type of “cologne” in my dream (and even this potential was possibly influenced from a television commercial about “Off”).

This is not a more pronounced nightmare (I am not fully active in it nor emotionally bothered in any sense, although I am actually fully in-body in my Cubitis front yard for the most part, near the culverts that are about one-third filled with water), but it is a somewhat negative dream about a type of “giant flying one-celled animal” like a protozoa (though they are about the size of large moths and likely not one-celled relative to real-life logic), that attack and supposedly somehow eat people when rising out of culvert water and flying in groups of twenty or more (and it seems they live mostly in the water of the culverts or ponds as well as slightly flooded areas of parts of lawns). They have one maneuver where they tip sideways, mostly on the diagonal and moving about in a horizontal semicircular arc as such.

I am not entirely sure why I decided to call this dream “Diamond Crawlers” back in the mid-1970s in my original dream journal entry, as they never crawled anywhere much; they mostly just rose from shallow water (when people were around) and flew around in a diamond-shape formation and were vaguely reminiscent of a diamond in form and body appearance. They resemble a transparent leech, shaped somewhat like a rounded-off truncated plus sign, but longer along the length than the winglike protruding sides (which is akin to an airplane having very short wings and is not realistically feasible), with the mostly translucent pattern of a glass-like razor blade in mid-body. Calling this dream “Razor Blade Flyers” would have made more sense, I suppose, but sounds ridiculous in afterthought. It is possible I was thinking of diamondback snakes at the time and just threw that absentmindedly into my dream’s title.

The new image I made does not do justice to their transparent nature, but is fairly close otherwise.

Morning of April 18, 1965. Easter Sunday.



I am lying in my bed in the morning, seemingly just prior to dawn, but not certain of the date, thinking it may be a day or two before Easter. The Easter Bunny (not seen directly but mentally perceived as an ordinary brown rabbit) had somehow brought me a glass of root beer and heart-shaped cookies with pink frosting. (My unconsciousness is confusing Valentine’s Day with Easter to a certain extent. This has happened in other dreams.)

The Shobijin (miniature twin girls from the 1961 movie “Mothra”) walk across my bed towards where my head is (left side). (I have a sheet over most of my body.) It seems as if they think that I cannot see them. Still, they soon look directly at me and warily watch me drink my root beer and eat a cookie, which tastes sweet.

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For some reason, since early childhood, the appearance of miniature people usually creates a vivid and very lifelike level of awareness (compared to other non-lucid dreams), despite the impossibility and how it does not trigger lucidity.

The Mothra egg (as an underlying influence which did not appear in this dream) is likely associated with Easter eggs. I had seen the movie in February of this year, on the sixth according to research.

My father had a rabbit farm, although rabbits are also associated with being unconscious and dreaming (as in “Alice in Wonderland”) due to most species living underground in burrows. Thus, they can be typified as an induction factor (as here in being the foundation of the apparent backstory) and a second-level dream sign or dream state indicator.

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Although Mothra is a flight symbol, I have not typified the waking symbolism as such despite the appearance of the Shobijin. Still, that is the primary connection of the shift back into consciousness (which is otherwise directly flight-related in over one in five of my dreams, based on RAS and inner ear dynamics while returning to consciousness).

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Morning of April 13, 1975. Sunday. [Dual narrative format utilized Saturday, 29 July 2017.]



[Eighth grade will finish in about two months. I contemplate the challenge of leaving my middle school, while incorporeal, within the realm of instinctual dreaming as my dream comes into focus. My conscious self is unaware that I am dreaming but many viable threads of my conscious self identity are shared within the ephemeral mind of my dream self.]

I am on a school bus with a lot of my schoolmates. I am vaguely wondering whether it is Sunday or not as it does not seem reasonable for me to be on a school bus if it is. The school bus comes to a stop in a field northwest of my school. I remember that we had been going north, so I assume I might be going home at the end of the day even though it does not seem to be afternoon yet. I think we are probably still in Arcadia. I notice high grass in some areas to my left and what looks like the outer perimeter of a possibly relinquished orange grove. I do not know exactly where we are.

[The preconscious as my bus driver is an unfamiliar male. Instead of continuing with the neural energies of generic dream exit symbolism and returning the essence of my dream self to my physical body in my bed, he decides to leave my dream. I am not sure why he has abandoned the vehicle.]

For several minutes, none of my schoolmates get up or speak about why we are here. I notice that Ray has his transistor radio on but at not that loud of a volume. He seems somewhat cheerful but some of my schoolmates seem impatient over the status of our situation. Susan is present and she regards me curiously. I am trying to recall if we are together or not. I am unsure about remaining here. I contemplate walking home, but consider that it may be too far.

[Coalescence waking symbolism is precursory, and soon, in more ways than one. The school bus contains these potential personas from the core of my unconscious, yet to coalesce on the bus as a more sustained waking transition is not to complete my journey. Where is the preconscious?]

It seems that the reason our school bus driver abandoned his duty was because of a lion in a cage right behind his seat. The lion’s paws can almost reach the back of the driver’s seat, but it is not certain what could happen. I do not question why a lion would be kept in a cage on a school bus, especially right behind the driver.

[Susan looks at me. She seems sad somehow. The preconscious will not return me to my world other than by swallowing me in his lion form, back into whole consciousness, so it seems up to my dream self to take some sort of control to perhaps avoid this event or even the thought of it].

I bravely walk up to the driver’s seat. My schoolmates smile, but I am not sure if they think I am being foolish or are glad we are going to be going home. I sit down, trying not to move for a few minutes, pretending that there is not a lion behind me. Is there really a cage? What if the cage is not strong enough? What will high school be like? Where will Susan be now that I deliberately try to avoid her?

[My dream self is vaguely puzzled. I consider why I should take over the role of the preconscious. Is this what I must do?]

I do not know how to drive a school bus, but that does not matter. Mere thinking on my part initiates the restarting of my journey…

[…slowly back to my physical body.]

The lion growls softly behind me. If I am calm…

[…I will not experience coalescence into whole consciousness as a hypnopompic jolt.]

I am calm.

[The bus drives itself to the exit point of my dream. I am bilocated in my bed and behind the steering wheel of the fading bus.]

The lion’s growls become softer; the transmutation of a passing semi-trailer truck on Highway Seventeen.

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Morning of April 4, 1975. Friday.



Stanley Livingston, some sort of explorer (relative to my dream, fictional, but more likely influenced by the actor name) and archaeologist, is traveling in an “unexplored” land (with at least four other people including me), which, in my dream, happens to be the area behind the large shed of my Cubitis home and near the railroad tracks, but on the eastern side of the tracks. The area is a bit different. I am traveling with him, but mostly as a seeming secondary character of no direct influence.

Instead of the railroad tracks, there is a shallow river in that area in my dream (an interesting changeover, I think, but which has occurred before) running south to north. Stanley finds several unusually shaped stones with interesting textures. Over time, he concludes that they show signs of being some sort of “message”, as they have tool marks, although one person says they are some sort of arrowhead.

Oddly enough, Stanley determines that each stone is about half a letter of the English alphabet (as seemingly some edges perfectly fit together), although one seems like a complete uppercase letter “E”. A member of the team says that it is probably the remaining part of a fork-like tool, as it has a hole in the main stem that indicates it could have been used as a sort of fork if a stick had been inserted.

Stanley insists that the stones were left there for someone to purposely find. He arranges the stones in order based on subtle color variation and size. It turns out that they seem to spell “HELP”. He then feels it is the duty of the exploration team to cross the river and find the person or persons apparently in need of help even though it is not known how long the supposed message had been there.

Eventually, we are confronted by menacing human-like apes on horseback that resemble the gorillas in the original “Planet of the Apes” movies. Their clothing looks like that from “Planet of the Apes” as well. They are angry that we are in the “Forbidden Zone”, which was supposedly why the stones were placed there (which had since shifted from the flow of the river), the original pattern being “HELL”. They take us to some sort of building that looks like an old abandoned warehouse (liminal space), but which may be implied to be in the location of our Cubitis shed (though the distance orientation based on the first part of my dream would not be correct as such), though not much happens after this.

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Last update Friday, 16 September 2016: This dream has features that have appeared in other dreams, mainly the explorer or archaeologist in the beige safari outfit in my backyard as well as the idea of the area near the railroad tracks (especially more easterly) being “forbidden” (as with the “Forbidden Land” dream from 1973 that featured a giant horse). Other subliminal associations with this could be related to “living stone” and “Chip Douglas” (as in “chipped” rock).

Morning of February 16, 1975. Sunday.



This dream mostly involves a prank on a math teacher. In real life, this teacher would continuously roll around in his desk chair from his desk to the far side of the chalkboard and back again. He was an older, shorter man with white hair, slightly chubby, and with thick glasses.

In my dream he seems even more talkative than usual and is waving his arms around asking riddles in an incorrect manner as in real life. For example, in real life, one of the ones which he always got wrong in how he asked was “If a boy jumped off a wall, is he still on the wall?" It was supposed to be asked as: "Where was the boy when he jumped off the wall?" If you say "on the wall” the response is “that was before he jumped” and if you say “in the air" the response is "that was after he jumped”.

A few members of the class somehow tie up the “portable” (which was what we called the small square trailers that were used as classrooms) to a large truck. Eventually, the truck leaves and takes the portable with it. However, the teacher does not notice this and is still talking and waving his arms even though all the students are outside near the main high school building. I watch the trailer go down the street at an odd angle behind the truck. There is a very amusing mood in my dream. It is fairly short.

Morning of February 15, 1975. Saturday (a day after Valentine’s Day, which seems related).



Like a lot of my dreams (especially when looking just a tad deeper) this one had intriguing word plays as well as layers of apparent long-term precognition as is often the case (when the precognition is far more impersonal or only indirectly related to my real path) - which is oddly foreshadowed by pop culture references as well (and I have not been the only one to notice this - there are a lot of articles on this phenomenon).

The setting of my dream seems to be some sort of modern “castle” but is actually a distorted version of my brother Earl’s house during the time he lived in Cubitis several houses south of us on the same side of the highway. My mother would sometimes walk down to get a ride into town when his wife was going to work at Tinsley’s IGA store.

The house has a smaller fictional room on the west side (in what would otherwise be the front yard), connected to the main hallway, but where there is only an outside wall at that point in reality (but which eventually leads to the large living room at the north end of the house - it was actually a bit similar to our house). There is a fictional character who seems to be a variation on the “mystery girl”, who is a witch, and who goes by “Willow o'the Whip” (or “Willow of the Whip” - meaning that she uses a whip). She dresses a bit like the Heidi character (from the infamous Heidi Saha poster and magazine) but is not her and seems a bit older as well. This is a distortion of a real-life phrase regarding eerie swamp gas sightings, known as “Will-o’-the-wisp” (or variations thereof), which I incorrectly wrote in my childhood journals as “Willow-the-whisp” (could not spell back then, either). On a side note, there was a rumor that the Saha magazine was published and then recalled and destroyed because of its “scenes of torture” and exploitation of the model (which I think got confused with the model kits related to the ads from Warren magazines, which actually did have a miniature torture chamber). I guess people will believe anything except something that makes any sense. (How do you “recall” a magazine that was already sold and read, by the way? It’s not exactly like food or a defective product.)

At any rate, there isn’t much drama or interaction. I am aware that a “sacred” whip exists and is kept in this special smaller room. For some reason, when the door is opened, a mist flows in. The whip is a cat o’-nine tails (which is written at least a couple different other ways). There is also something about getting Valentine’s Day candy - a white heart-shaped box tied with a red ribbon. The “mystery girl” gives this to me. The whip supposedly has magic powers along the lines of a magic wand (or relative to Wendy the Good Little Witch’s magic wand, it seems).

At one point, the whip seems to be missing and I am very annoyed and seek it out. There is also an idea (or a possible in-dream “reset”) that the room was actually like a vault at a bank, when regarding the whip as a rare and magical treasure.

Again, as with a lot of my dreams, there are numerous layers and even Pascal-Triangle-like constructs. For example, some associations (as well as nine of “cat o’-nine tails” being “my” number as “Yang”):

Willow was associated with a female witch, whereby, much later on, a witch named Willow was on the television series “Buffy the Vampire Slayer”, based on the movie from 1992. There was also a completely unrelated movie relating to witchcraft, called “Willow” from 1988 (but which was the name of a dwarf). This was during the time when I first started having my mystery-girl-based panic attacks in public (and almost passed out in the theater when seeing this movie - not sure why) which stopped just shortly before I saw the PAIA ads in 1991 (and was precognitive to several dreams) and worked out the “mystery girl” was a real person all those years (since earliest childhood, in fact - thousands of layers coincided over a lifetime, including the exact location I used to “stare at” as a boy from the other side of the ocean) - and thus we married in 1994.

Still, another layer relates loosely to a relative/ancestor due to the fact of a weeping willow being on his tombstone, though this was fairly common according to resources - I just did not know it at the time. It was also loosely related to the fact that he was supposedly kept in a “dungeon” (or at least underground or a “prison pit” or whatever) and supposedly whipped by someone called Proctor according to my father. According to one website, he was “appointed Major of the Second Regiment in place of Lewis Bond, declined.”

In my dream however, I did not associate the whip with anything negative, and again, it was supposed to produce a form of magical energy when swinging about in the air. I also used a whip (on the ends of silver oak branches) in real life as a teen and it put harder muscles in my arms then when weight-lifting.

Morning of February 14, 1965. Sunday.



This was a very long early childhood dream with “resets” - and it also recurred later, though the main longer-lasting and more vivid and emotional one was on that cold Sunday in Chipmunk Coulee. I had been able to determine the exact model of the car as I grew older. It was a red 1922 Phaeton in the dream. Although I had at times associated it with a Ford, the actual proper term is apparently “1922 Lincoln Phaeton”. In this early childhood dream, one of the most vivid of this time period, my father somehow “was” the car. The car becomes involved in an accident somehow (or goes off the road) which I do not actually see occur (but does not really show more obvious damage in-dream) and is apparently red because that is the color of the blood that was from my father which supposedly “painted” the car - being a melancholy perspective rather than more macabre. Interestingly, there were no other cars in the dreams, so one assumption, in having a clear understanding in-dream that the car “was” my father, I thought maybe the car had just stopped working rather than being in an implied accident - and there was also something regarding the thickness (or “wearing down” by the environment) of the car body’s coat of paint. I see it parked in the middle of an old back road in the coulee region at different points near mostly dense forests. My father did not have any health problems at this time. Actual health problems were not more apparent until 1969 and into the 1970s when we once again lived in Florida. Because we had moved between Wisconsin and Florida a couple of times, there was also a problem at one point with my father’s blood circulation and blood thickness relative to climate adjustment later on.

My father actually died on February fourteenth of 1979 (from blood clots) - Valentine’s Day (and I have had dreams on other Valentine’s Days involving parental loss and such), but that is not the main unusual aspect of this. After his death, when I lived on King Street (on my own for the first time) I was given a couple special edition car magazines discarded from a local book store on the south-side of La Crosse. Interestingly, there was a larger fold-out in the middle of one - of the “same” red 1922 Phaeton. I had it on my wall for several years, which sort of created an unusual “retroactive” mood and “continuity” at the same time, regarding the dream. It really made an impact on the nature of my life and personal path, almost like giving me more “grounding”.

That is not all of course. I also consider this a type of “artifact” event, which happened with a couple other patterns (including a light green pendulum-shaped wall clock), and with another one (relative to the mole cricket/lobster “hybrid symbolism” seemingly coming out more or on the horizon so to speak). The 1922 red Phaeton appeared in other dreams in my youth (even before I had the poster). It became the in-dream “car of choice” in some dreams involving the “other” (a female classmate that seemed “in competition” on the spiritual plane with my wife-to-be, before I knew the mystery girl was actually a real person).

Although the majority of my dreams were precognitive in highly precise ways, often in ridiculous, impersonal, and trivial ways (such as dreaming detailed Harvey comic book plots just prior to seeing and reading them in real life, as well as new television commercials), I consider this dream element more of a personal and paranormal nature because of the lifelong time period involved and because of the several layers. Another layer was that a slightly similar reddish antique car appeared in the movie “Fear No Evil” from 1969 and it went off the road, crashing - which actually strangely tied into my dream themes regarding the “mystery girl” and the “other”.

Most mainstream people or westerners would likely find it amusing how I believe certain movies (certainly not all - it depends on the person regarding their associations) have such a strong influence on dreams and even the nature of precognition and self-fulfilling prophecy, almost like a cycle of liminal associations “feeding off each other” - after all, imagery is an extraordinarily powerful force regardless of the source (and of course I remain perplexed at why so many people dream about zombies when this aspect is completely lacking from my dream life and always has been other than one or two comedic ones in my lifetime regarding the old-school aspect of so-called zombies). I have seen amazing examples of self-fulfilling prophecy in movie associations, often absentminded reenactments by other people, sometimes somewhat startling. People sometimes dismiss the paranormal nature of certain types of dreams because they claim people seek and find patterns where there is no actual connection, which is ridiculous because of the very nature of fractals in all things, something humanity seems to only be learning about now (but which I knew of as a young child). I do not look for patterns; patterns find me.

Although other types of cars have featured in my dreams later on, including the red 1958 Plymouth Fury (“Christine”), none have held such a dominating place and seeming importance as the red 1922 Phaeton. This was solely a “dream car”. I never had close contact with one in real life.

Morning of February 9, 1975. Sunday.



The original 1975 title for this was “It Didn’t Work”. This is the first time I have changed the title since then to be more descriptive.

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I travel with a friend and schoolmate, Kenneth Hill, to find my “mystery girl” who I am supposed to marry in Australia in a couple months. I keep going as far as I can to the southwest, thinking it is a short walk from my home, sometimes going southeast, such as towards where the train tracks and farms beyond are in real life (although some scenes and changes of direction seem like typical dream “resets”).

Along the way, his foot gets stuck under a railroad track rail, but I save him by pulling on his arms to help him get free prior to the train arriving. It seems to be afternoon at this point. (This actually seems to be just beyond my backyard, though I pull him westerly back towards the backyard, so our implied direction keeps changing.)

Time passes. We reach a door. Kenneth stands directly to my right. I open the door in a hallway - as it now seems as if we are still in my Cubitis home, the fictional door being on the west wall (but seemingly in a different area than the hallway closet door, more to the south) and I only see the ocean beyond, starting directly from the doorway.

“It didn’t work,” I tell him sadly as my dream fades.

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This dream occurred years before I knew my “mystery girl” existed in real life. This was also the date (in 1994) when I arrived in Australia. We married on April 9th, 1994 in the Hervey Bay Botanic Gardens in Queensland.

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• This dream is of the threshold type, which was more common in my childhood and young adult years. This type renders a doorway as a dream’s implied exit symbolism. (It may be less common now due to the fact that our bedroom does not have a doorway, being partly open to the kitchen and lounge room, though with a curtain over the kitchen side.)
• The other side of the fictional doorway in real life would have been the southwest bedroom. Although I had been “blocked” from my “mystery girl” by the ocean in other dreams (though not as a general occurrence) as an association with her being on the other side of the world, because water symbolizes the dynamics of sleep in real time, this seems like a logical ending (though typically, water lowers when waking, though the ocean being implied to be inside a house would make it not very deep other than relating to its seeming bilocated nature).
• The threshold dream type often renders my emergent consciousness as a different character or feature (though seemingly still linked to the preconscious factor). In this case, Kenneth seems to be the passive preconscious factor while it is my dream self that initiates the final symbolism. (The preconscious usually only dominates the dream’s last segment when there is no first-level dream sign or waking indicator, confirming one of the main dynamics and actual purposes of dreams.)
• Last check and update on Monday, 17 July 2017.

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