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Morning of June 5, 2015. Friday.



Abandoned filling stations (also called petrol stations or gas stations) are a very sparsely in-dream setting since earliest childhood. It is possible that they are a metaphor for feeling overtired prior to sleep and not having enough energy or “fuel”.

In an unlikely scenario, my wife and I are in an unfamiliar car and at an unfamiliar filling station (in a completely unknown region) which is seemingly abandoned although there is supposed activity now and then which apparently occurs at night (though I never actually see anyone else at any point), possibly related to cleaning up the site (though logically that would be more feasible during the daytime) or perhaps restoring the business. The building is to my right. Somehow, I am aware that our baby (possibly our youngest daughter though she is about a year older in reality) is in a baby pram closer to the building near the pumps (possible reference to breastfeeding). I am not sure where my wife is at first (I am apparently supposed to be watching the area and the baby) and am not sure why we are here or in fact why the baby is not directly with us in the vehicle.

There is a shift and I notice that our baby is not in sight. There also seems to have been the rapid unexpected passage of a day or more. I am concerned but yet also thinking that workers may have moved or taken her during the previous night or perhaps absentmindedly moved the baby pram without being aware she was in it.

Very worried, I get out to see where she could be. It seems to be the afternoon of the previous day. I notice that the baby pram is folded up and near an old oil barrel being used as a rubbish bin (which was behind the car and only noticed at this point). I also notice that some random items such as large cardboard boxes had been placed near the pumps. I open up the pram a bit (though not completely unfolding it as it seems damaged as if perhaps a truck ran over it) and am able to pull the baby out from the basket attached under the pram (with no contemplation over how she got there rather than being in the actual pram). She seems somewhat doll-like at first and I am very concerned if she is okay or not. Her eyes open and she moves her arms and legs, so I know she is still alive (even though that did not seem to be the case at first). I feel a sense of love and relief.

Situations like this, though quite ridiculous and “impossible” (at least in my family where we are always aware of where our children are), seem fairly common in some dream types.

Update: Although probably not true precognition, this article popped up after posting this today: http://www.abc.net.au/news/2015-06-0...icials/6523056

Morning of June 5, 2015. Friday.



I am near a small lake in a rural area in an unknown unfamiliar region, possibly in America, in the north. Although I am not lucid in any way, I am still aware that I have control over certain features of the environment, probably a sort of subtle telekinetic awareness that often occurs in dreams. Either that, or I have the nature of associations in being refreshed somewhat distorted as some sort of unlikely composite sequence (such as related to pouring water over your head when overheated mixed with the idea of swimming in a lake). Instead of (more logically) jumping into the lake to cool off, I raise my hands slightly to cause about two gallons of water from the surface of the lake to rise up and then fall onto me, which is quite refreshing. I do this a few times, with some sort of comedic dream within a dream awareness of having too much weight falling on me and thus falling over (though not in a problematic sense - being more like a silly stunt) - though again, this is only like a daydream within the “real” dream. Having control over water or the movement of it (such as even with tidal waves) has occurred at other times in my life.

Morning of June 5, 2015. Friday.



This is one of five more memorable dreams of this morning (my dream memory usually ranging from six to nine clearer ones) and has the recurring presence of a snake - which usually makes a dream more vivid and focused for some reason (with the snake sometimes seemingly being the most well-rendered feature), sometimes even lucid. Since very early childhood, I have been aware of how a snake is sometimes metaphorical for the human intestine (such as with either indigestion or hunger pangs) though other times related to something else, sometimes literal, sometimes associated with pain in the fingers (especially if the fangs are seen), sometimes associated with the human spine and temporarily greater back pain depending on context. (This does not always include the cobra, which typically has completely different associations for me.)



My dream is firstly of the type that is not very well-rendered and with the indoor-outdoor ambiguity. My wife and I are seemingly outside (though with vague indoor features) in an unknown area though I know there are mountains “behind” us to the south, narrowly ranging east and west. Over time, it seems as if we actually are outside near an embankment.

I soon notice a snake to my right and under a few smaller branches and debris. However, there is no sustained wariness or concern as I soon see that it is dead. A little later though, there is a live one crawling about and I get the impression that it is highly venomous. It apparently leaves the area without incident, but there is still concern. My youngest son is wandering about for a short time. The ground is hard grayish dirt for the most part. There seems to be a very vague essence of being in the backyard in Cubitis, but it does not clearly seem as such and may only be an association. It really does not look anything like the area (especially with the mountains beyond).

My wife Zsuzsanna somehow contacts someone on a radio and it seems relative to a parks and recreation communication regarding safety. A man in a helicopter shows up and flies over the area checking for the presence and activity (crawling direction) of any snakes. He later walks up with a temporary map saying how they are mostly in the mountain belt at this time.

However, there is still the one snake that did not actually leave the area. I have a book of matches and manage to set the snake on fire after a few attempts, and which takes a few minutes to send it completely ablaze. It does not move much during this time. It may be an in-dream metaphor for lower back pain in this case, which has sparsely and randomly occurred throughout my life. (There is also a type of firework called Black Snake which I have not used since 1990, which may have served as a reference for the situation.) Again, although the snake seemingly represents the human spine in this case and the fire may relate to back pain (though fire often is associated with growing conscious awareness though of course such would be required to perceive pain in the first place), it may also relate to dream state alchemy and eliminating the pain.

Morning of June 5, 2015. Friday.



Haywire (Silas Weir Mitchell as in “Prison Break”) is throwing a lavish party in a small living room, though it does not seem all that crowded. He seems unexpectedly shy at some points, almost as if he regrets having all the people come to his house (the setting of which seems completely unfamiliar to me). There is a clear awareness of motion and laughter of the people who are present, not necessarily any other celebrities that I am aware of. Silas seems to be somewhat of a composite of the “real” Haywire and his “Grimm” persona (Monroe).

At one point, there is a dark brown horse in the room and a few people briefly pat it. Almost as if in an accelerated frame rate, Silas is astride the horse and dressed somewhat like a colonial soldier. The horse rapidly gallops through the room and leaps onto a table where the scene instantly freezes at the attempt of the horse to leap into Haywire’s painting (which of course is too small). Both horse and man are “frozen” as if in complete confusion (or a change of mind) at their attempt to go through the “portal” to escape the other people at the party. This is because the horse is too big to fit through the picture frame even if it were a true inter-dimensional portal, something that they (both horse and man) did not seem to realize until they were almost upon it. (The painting is to the right. I see the horse and rider in profile, facing right.)

Paintings that include a windmill have sparsely recurred throughout my life and always seem related to “escape” or an implied “better” place. Thus I found the “Prison Break” metaphor as such years after these dreams first began as quite amusing if not vaguely precognitive or of an archetypical association I am not yet aware of, although a windmill may simply represent the dreaming process itself.

Morning of June 4, 2015. Thursday.



As I have written in a few other entries, I have never had a “serious” dream about vampires (or zombies either). In fact, the only vampire dreams at all have only occurred in more recent years (which is unusual in that I watched far more vampire movies when I was younger yet never dreamed of being chased by one - probably because I never found vampires scary or threatening in any way even when young, this in my realization of how many dreams are otherwise directly or even solely influenced by movies or television shows regardless). This entry makes the sixth online entry (main tumblr journal) regarding the vampire theme (out of about 2,000 online foundational entries for my more complex and revealing work later on, hoping to build to about a meager 10,000 which represents only about a quarter of my writing), and there are not that many others documented. Obviously, without Hollywood movies, or perhaps more detailed literature as such, there would be no dreams about vampires - only less detailed monstrous threats perhaps (with human features), such as other types of unrealistically-rendered “demons”. I have dreamt of a large threatening bat but in a different context. The “were-hyena” dream (from 1990) is one of the only human-like fictional monsters I found threatening, and that dream was mainly a result of real-time environmental audio precognition (where I dreamed of a particular sound before it being linked to a very similar sound in reality - a type of recognized and personally well-documented dream anomaly I have never read about elsewhere).

In this dream, there is no direct instance or coherent rendering of my dream-self. I am mostly watching as if being a vaguely-aware bystander. The main character is a male of about forty at the most, of whom I do not know or find familiar in any way. He is in a meeting with Dracula and seated to my right at an old wooden table. Dracula is on my left but is rendered with extreme distortion. While he has the head of a bat (only about half the size of a human head), that head is hanging down from a snakelike neck so that his head is actually not visible to the person he is conversing with and actually at about the level of just below his ribs. It seems to involve the vampire wanting the man to read for him (in my last nonthreatening vampire dream, I was to write Dracula’s biography). Apparently, the man is illiterate or not a very good reader and seems to be explaining this.

Over time, I began to notice “more” (which is probably a typical changeover). The bat head may be either fake or be an additional extension from the snake-like “neck” from his upper chest area. I notice what looks like a sheet over a human head which is then implied to be the “real” vampire’s head - a dream detail which is probably a result of posting online an older - though enhanced with adult writing style, and freshly researched - dream from 1969 (“Sgt Carter Stalked by Killer Newspaper” from March 8, 1969). Although a new dream being influenced by a minor focus on a much older dream is something I have come to see occur more often as I grow older, I have more recently noticed it as having occurred now and then in past times more than originally noticed or realized.

I suspect the man is not that surprised by the distorted vampire because I get the impression that he cannot see very well (although the vampire with the sheet over his head probably cannot see very well, either - even if he saw through the additional low-hanging bat head eyes he would probably only see the underside of the table).

From here, my dream shifts into the vampire becoming something else, supposedly more “demonic”. He seems to be threatening as he walks toward a Rapunzel-like character and is growing horns as he is walking. However, it soon seems that he only has one larger horn though farther to one side, which makes me associate him with unicorns and juvenile fantasy. My dream takes on a rather distorted cartoon-like essence before collapsing into the abstract.

Interestingly, one of the first things I read when looking at another dream-based site today was someone dreaming about a vampire that changed into a creature with horns, without deliberately searching with such terms, though such synchronicity (or form of precognition) always happening continuously and too often to keep any record of.

Morning of June 3, 2015. Wednesday.



In my dream, I am going into the (completely unfamiliar) bathroom. I feel very dirty and shakily moan dramatically and wearily, almost like performing a very brief guttural song (almost as a trance in soliloquy), about being in “The Zone” as if “The Zone” meant that I was like a drug-using homeless person or 1960s hippie, being completely undesirable and problematic in apparently the worst way a person can be and as dirty as a living thing can physically be, just on the edge of being disease incarnate. It is frustrating as such and I remove everything I am wearing as quickly as possible with only minor difficulties in getting my pants legs off from around my heels before I throw my pants, shirt, and socks aside with utter disgust. The bathroom is very large (about eight times the size of our real one). To my left (where I am near the toilet) is a small bathtub I think about washing down in as soon as possible. However, the bathtub is ludicrously small to where I could probably only sit in it with my knees up against my chin. Still, I look to the far right of the room (near the entrance) and “remember” that we have at least three or four spare bathtubs in a pile near the corner. However, I am annoyed at the idea of having to install a different one - and besides, they do not look all that much bigger than the other one. I certainly do not want to stay as I am but am not sure what to do yet do not feel like messing around with wrenches and pipes.

I wake up after this and immediately have a hot shower, directly followed by a cold one (I have a few showers a day year-round, “extra” ones being very short, often just to cool off in this near-unlivable climate).

Morning of June 3, 2015. Wednesday.



Once again my non-lucid dream state effortlessly and totally jumbles up otherwise familiar places into impossible composites and sudden switches. Again, I have to say, whatever mechanism so easily creates temporary extensive amnesia and loss of critical thinking skills and complete dissolution of intelligence is worthy of finding as much about as possible, especially because I know there is always something else “behind the curtain” which may not be viably associated or discovered until many years later (such as the fact my extraordinarily beautiful partner in life was always “with me” long before I met her of which we both still have endless proof in considerable and layered detail).

In this dream, I am first at my (deceased in real life) sister’s house on Loomis Street in Wisconsin. I am in the laundry room near the back door and notice several rubbish bins near the alley. My brother-in-law appears, though he is ready to leave to go somewhere in his car, possibly with my sister, though I do not see her or focus on her to any extent. They may be going out to gamble, shop, or (seemingly more likely) visit relatives concerning an upcoming funeral. There is a point at which I become aware of how unbearably hot it is; that the human race will probably only exist for another year due to the heat, but for some reason, it does not become a major in-dream choice of concern. Instead, I focus on a table near the entrance to the shed. On the table, which is somewhat like a cart with a shallow well as the top, are several large old books (of mostly red and blue featureless cloth covers) as well as at least two large photograph albums which are similar to H. E. Harris Statesman stamp albums in outer appearance. I get the impression that these books will all be thrown out although I am not sure why. I contemplate taking at least the albums though for no particular reason other than it surprises me that someone would get rid of so many photographs representing several generations of family. I seem to have an in-dream false memory of this man (who I never actually see). My dream’s back story does not seem to fully imply that he is residing in the shed, though I do not question why someone would have their belongings gathered and ready to discard in someone else’s backyard.

From this point things go a bit “off” regarding typical confusion of locations and features. I notice that my sister’s neighbor (Thomas N) immediately to the south has his gate open (though in real life the fence had no gate or access into the neighbor’s yard). This fictional gate is just off the northwest corner of his house (in back). Now, to add to the confusion, instead of Wisconsin, I am now in Florida, though it is “still” the same place, though actually now the front yard in Cubitis. Even more confusing, in Cubitis, there was never a fence between our house and the neighbor’s house in reality. It was all open and expansive and neither my family or the neighbors ever even defined any boundaries as such (in fact, in reality, our water pump was seemingly in our neighbor’s front yard or at least on the undefined perimeter). However, my clueless dream-self has a bit of concern over how the “gate was left open”, implying that the father of the girl next door had gone out and left it open - which somehow seems to connect to the earlier ambiguous scene about the books near the shed in Wisconsin. It seems important that I inform my mother that the gate was left open.

Over the (fictional) wooden fence, in the front yard near the highway (the old Highway Seventeen), I see a funeral carriage facing outward from their yard and to the west. I can see all the colorful flowers (a few arrangements in black vases which of course would just fall over when the carriage began to move) mostly arranged on the top of the funeral carriage, but I do not see a horse or the coachman at this particular point. I get the impressions that the family, or perhaps the funeral director, had forgotten about it, abandoned it for some reason, or left it behind upon the family moving to another location and “cancelling” the ongoing funeral due to the preference of a more organized move regarding the general order of their possessions (or the order in which they empty their house to move to their new home). There is no sense of eeriness; just a slight focus on why it was apparently left there for now.

I go to my mother (I seem about fifteen years old) who is seated near the windows in the living room that face the backyard, and report to her that not only had the gate (into our front yard) been left open but that the neighbors had moved and now the house was empty (which does not make that much sense as I still think about the girl’s father wandering around in an unknown area - which somehow gives me concern). I do not mention the funeral carriage at any point. Now we are in the backyard and I tell her again how the house is now empty. (Apparently, the wooden fence is now instantly gone). She seems confused about my belief and says that they had not moved and that the house is still obviously being lived in and points out details to back up that supposed fact. In fact, I can see details of the living room through a rear window (which does not exist in reality), including a television that is facing me through the window as well as an armchair and a table. Still, I argue with her and insist no one is living there (probably denial of elements of the past and the hopeless “idiot” I was at the time in real life).

From here, my dream takes another strange turn. The Cubitis home is now occupied by my family (wife and children) as we are now. There is also a (fictional of course) stream running through the property, probably under or through the house and flowing east to west through the middle of our yard. My wife and youngest son are in the front yard near this stream on the north side of it in about the center of the yard. An extraordinarily beautiful dark-haired girl (with a vivid goddess-like presence) shows up and seems to “tower” over me at one point. What I do not realize is that it is a much younger version of my wife though her hair is as my wife’s hair is now. I had always thought my wife Zsuzsanna Gabrielle was the most beautiful female I had ever seen yet here is this “new” girl causing me confusion (even though again, it actually is my wife, although at one point there seems to be a muddled set of female characters for a short time - the neighbor girl lying on her side in the back of a station wagon as she appeared in the early 1970s, a teenage version of my wife in addition to the twenty-old version, the present version of my wife, and a woman that vaguely reminds me of the old recovering-alcoholic secretary from my first factory job though who I was not attracted to in any way - which is probably an absentminded pointless play on the Paul Anka song “Diana”). I decide to throw myself into the stream (which is only about four inches deep) to see which version of my wife decides to notice or “save me from drowning”, though the dream becomes too abstract beyond that - though I still get the impression the two came to where I was lying in the stream at about the same time (that is, the present version and the twenty-year-old version, though their hair appearance is switched).

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Morning of June 2, 2015. Tuesday.



Of all the thousands of dreams I have documented since early childhood, I am still somewhat intrigued by how they can so easily create “amnesia” (in so quickly “wiping out” years of memory and knowledge, yet so quickly restoring mental faculties and critical thinking skills upon waking), link to whatever mechanism it is that allows for remote viewing and short-term and long-term precognition (although I now know that the conscious mind is more viable for that, so that point is probably moot), and yet so easily alter locations and layouts in a particular transient setting. Of the different types of dreams and different levels of consciousness, I still have no real theories on the creative mechanism, the one that instantly alters everything in such a convincing way, other than with certain types of lucid dreams and certain levels of scripted dreams. Going over and over the nature of different dream types and renderings is becoming more of a focus than ever because nothing I’ve ever read (commercially) has any credibility related to my lifelong study. I guess I am trying to solve the mystery of consciousness itself as well as whatever “it” is that has given me such a strange advantage and established my partnership with my dream girl in real life - and why so many “impossible” things have happened from day to day, even as a toddler (regarding the self-motivated restoring of my left hand and “rewiring” my brain for lack of a better term). Sometimes the more mundane a dream seems (depending on its level of vividness), the more it fascinates me in its minor divergences from real environmental features without the temporary incarnation of the particular dream-self immediately recognizing it as such.

In this shorter dream, my sister Marilyn (deceased) is in Australia (she has never been outside the United States) and in our present home on W Street. She is at the computer in the kitchen, the one my two youngest sons are often on in the morning. I am not sure what she is doing (or what program or game she is running). I am not sure of the time, though the house is semi-dark and I see no obvious light source anywhere.

This dream alters the known environment by placing the couch that normally faces north (in our living room and toward the front door) as its back adjacent to the open space into the kitchen and facing west (which is opposite the direction of the kitchen - the couch has never been near this part of the house in reality - it is meant to be a dining room but we use it as a bedroom with the kids using all the other actual bedrooms). Even though our couch would fit in this space in reality, there would otherwise not be enough clearance into our kitchen unless a person carefully sidestepped through.

My wife and I are being romantic on the couch (at this point I am not yet aware that my older sister is in the kitchen behind us). She is on my left. Eventually, my left hand absentmindedly goes down between a cushion and I soon find that I am holding something that looks like the chrome piece from a Revell car model kit; probably a tail light without the plastic bulb cover. However, I begin to think it is too large to be from a model kit and that it may be a piece from one of my youngest son’s toy cars. Although it seems far too small to be from a real car, my sister asks me what car it is from (this being the first time I heard her speak or was aware of her being there) as if she apparently owns several “real” cars.

I get up and go into the kitchen to show it to her. It looks like a somewhat trapezoidal toy-like tail light with two other smaller implied lights connected to the main piece (again, somewhat as from a model where it is one solid chrome piece where if for a real car there would be a few pieces as such). I absentmindedly “explain” that it goes on the right side of the back of a car, above the main tail light. She seems puzzled about it and I contemplate what she is thinking about one of her cars being damaged, though this is not certain (in real life, she never drove or owned a car - only her husband did).

Once again, a dream has an unrelated “carryover” from another very recent dream (usually of the morning before). I have become more and more aware of this type of dream-related “anomaly” over the years, having seen it hundreds of times in the past five years. In one of my several dreams from yesterday (“Unsuccessful Market”), it featured a point where I also found toy-like metallic parts within a larger object, that being a large “ball of candy”. This seems to be a completely different process than lifelong recurring dreams that are much the same overall. I am not sure if it is relative to anything significant or some sort of residual element from each prior dream from doing dream work so often. Along with what I know now as common “anniversary” dreams (both before and after particular date associations - sometimes in a precognitive or postcognitive sense - though it also related to emerging conscious memories), I have never seen a hint of it mentioned in any dream literature even though I have experienced it virtually countless times.

Morning of June 1, 2015. Monday.



The first part of this dream sequence concerns a large lump of multicolored soft candy, which is actually as big as a basketball at one point. It is almost Playdough-like. I chew on some though am not fully sure if it is meant to be swallowed or used more like gum, though I do seem to be eating it for a short time. I assume purple is grape, yellow is lemon, red is strawberry, green is lime, orange is orange (citrus), and blue is blueberry. The flavor is fairly strong. As I pull certain pieces apart and roll the rest back into a ball, I find small toys stuck within some parts; many metallic figures (likely soldiers) and even a couple miniature ladders. I get the impression that there is only supposed to be one “prize” per smaller candy pack, but there are several in this larger blob - almost as if some just happened to appear mysteriously. There are at least two larger balls of this candy and I am getting the idea that the items inside can be sold at a local flea market, assuming we get enough to bother with for one day or so. (I do not give them to my youngest son because they are apparently mostly duplicates of what he already has.)

My wife and I end up at a flea market which seems to be at a location that is a composite of the area just north of us in real life near the zoo and the south school grounds from my old elementary school in Florida, including the playground, though the setting seems a bit different than either location. It seems we do not have much to sell and are mostly there to see how the market operates. After wandering around for a time, there is a sudden heavy rain and wind that causes everyone to go into a large warehouse-like building but still be publicly available to buy things from. My wife and I want to see how people are doing, but are not sure how to get into the building. We end up going through an area that seems like a large bathroom, which seems rather strange to have as an entrance in a public area even if it is the back part of the building (though still with nearby public sidewalk access). After we go through, we reach a room where a (unknown) family is seated on the floor. I sit down and there is some sort of minor conflict about which items (some sort of snack foods I think) belong to which person at this point, due to the chaos from everyone rushing into the building when the rain and wind suddenly started. A (unknown) dark-haired girl in a cross-legged sitting position says that the items I had decided to pick up from the floor belong to her family even though I had the impression that I had dropped them just before. I decide not to protest her possibly erroneous claim.

Morning of June 1, 2015. Monday.



I deliberately semi-lucidly reset my dream about four times. The way I did it involved having to be on my left side and mentally focusing on an area above the center of our bed, which is similar to a routine relating to my more abstract dream sequences. I have often deliberately gone back into the same dream scenario throughout my life by semi-lucid intent and typically made both lucid and non-lucid changes for each version prior to waking for the day.

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Jordan Gavaris of “Orphan Black” is in an unusual production of “Swan Lake” with unfamiliar people (other than a younger version of my wife Zsuzsanna) and at one point is wearing a white bodysuit (though people seem to change costumes quickly while still on the stage). The stage is mostly like a large platform that is elevated and centered very high above the audience and access is via one corner that is much like a circus trapeze setup. I do not seem to be directly involved in the performance even though I am on stage most of the time. Unused stage props and equipment remain on the stage at all times. The only way that any members of the audience far below could see the stage is by way of monitors near ground level, though I am not directly aware of any cameras nearby.

Although I am somewhat wary of the edges of the stage, it seems safe enough. At one point, Jordan and a few others ride in a sleigh-like vehicle that looks like a white swan, which is being pulled by a rope by a machine on one side of the stage. I am perceiving and copying (to a lesser extent) Jordan’s mood in his wariness about being too close to the edge of the platform at times, but he does not fall.

In one of the last resets, an unknown male climbs up to the platform from far below. I am not sure if he is involved in the production though he watches for a time. Oddly, I get the impression he may also be a known serial killer (something to do with his appearance seeming slightly familiar as such) but I am not that worried, because there are so many other people around. In all versions of my dream, I begin to feel an intense exhilaration at being so high up even though there is a vague sense of the whole setup possibly being precarious and an awareness that people could easily fall to their death at any moment, especially in going near the edges of the platform.

In the last reset, the platform seems higher than ever. When I look down at one area, the audience is so far away, I can barely discern individual people. It seems somewhat like a football stadium at this point (though about four times the distance from the center), with the platform elevated from the center of the field. The curious sensations of giddiness and exhilaration continue, though not enough to be disorienting. I do not become fully lucid at any point even though I was aware enough to reset my dream a few times. Additionally, there is the typical indoor-outdoor ambiguity, where I seem to be in an indoor and outdoor setting simultaneously. For example, the “curtains” which seem to be at a distance and impossibly large, also seem integrated as the “sky” at times.

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I explain this dream type further in “Dreams of Type PRECONAV-VSCPCEL, 01-15”.

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Morning of May 31, 2015. Sunday.



In my first dream sequence there is something about my wife having gone somewhere and I am concerned about her return. At least our two youngest sons are wherever she is, it seems. My dream’s setting is quite mixed up. Even though I am apparently in Brisbane, it is rotated ninety degrees counterclockwise and placed in the Northern Territory (and as far north as possible in the particular region - apparently past Darwin). Not only that, one can walk to Tahiti, which is only a short distance, I think over a short bridge. There are a lot of people around, including a lot of Tahitians and activity at street markets, and it seems to be late afternoon. At any rate, my wife returns, seeming very cheerful, and she says we can probably live there because it only costs three hundred dollars a month (I am not sure if it is meant to mean that much for rent or for rent with every other expense).

Later, there is even more confusion of locations. I get the impression that we had been living in the King Street boarding house in America in Leonard S’s old room (where I have not been for over twenty years) which would be impossible regarding the number of people in our family, but now we are otherwise homeless and apparently had not payed rent for a long time (which has never been a real-life issue). However, at the same time, there is an additional (fictional) room adjacent to that room to the west which was “always” Leonard’s room. The house is seemingly completely vacant, without even the owners being there, thus it almost seems abandoned and a place we can continue to live for awhile - though I get the odd impression that I had somehow been building up thousands of dollars in back rent. Still, I walk into the hall and am able to wave at Leonard by somehow seeing through the wall into his room, though it is similar to the gap between the lower wall and the floor from years ago on Rose Street where I have not lived since I was six. He seems only about thirty and is seated on his bed. I do not go into his room or open his door but I can tell he seems somewhat happy to see me (even though according to my dream’s back story we had already been there for a time).

Eventually, my dream’s back story meanders around to where even the Tahiti concept seems wrong (almost causing my dream at this point to feel like a “reset”), as it now seems we could not move there anyway due to the fact that we need some sort of identification (to live there) that we do not presently have. This fact dawns on me when I walk back and forth from Australia to Tahiti a few times. Although I feel a strong sense of love for my family, my dream’s overall plot makes no sense at all from any perspective.

There is a short period of time where I seem to be in a (unknown) school but it is not very clear (though it could be the building my oldest son had martial arts classes). My dream takes on a sort of pattern and energy I have never seen before to my memory. An unknown girl (or possibly a young version of my wife) jumps forward a few times on a wooden floor and I clearly hear the clattering sound (almost as if her shoes are wooden as well but I do not think that is the case). When I look at her, it is almost like directly looking at the sun. There are layers of light around her and there is an intense sense of energy as she jumps in a direction directly from where I am - though I seem either disembodied or implied to be lying on the floor a short distance behind her. It is almost like seeing with x-ray vision, though again, just layers of light of different magnitudes, though there is a very subtle glowing bone-like structure “inside” her. I believe the dress is white. There seem to be layers of “filaments” rather than skin and muscle yet I still get the impression that she is just an ordinary human which I am seeing under particular conditions.

Morning of May 28, 2015. Thursday.



In this dream, I am living with my wife Zsuzsanna and children in, I believe, Brisbane, in a more populated area and where the houses seem closer together. Over time, there is vague concern over some sort of military conflict.

I notice a Cessna (possibly a 172 Skyhawk, though it also seems part of a military airplane composite and with a few clearer 1950s features) flying around above the neighborhood. For some reason, I sense that it will crash, possibly onto our house. It does eventually crash after we hear a bomb go off above, but on a nearby neighbor’s house. Looking closely, I see that the right wing of the airplane (which is facing where Zsuzsanna and I are standing) has a large somewhat trapezoidal hole around the central area, with some thin wiry metal about the perimeter of the hole. This seems to be the only damage to the airplane at this point, the other wing being whole.

I soon notice that Saul Rubinek (as he appears on “Warehouse 13”, the science-fiction television series) is being held and led away by federal agents in blue, all younger, and all of the men having just been on the airplane and then just walking casually away from the crash without the slightest injury or sign of stress. Apparently, Saul had caused the bomb to go off and damage the plane.

I immediately recognize the actor and wave and make a mention to the spectators near the crash site. He looks back at us and smiles and waves and seems cheerful regarding his situation and yet this does not seem to be relevant to a movie or television show being filmed. Apparently, he actually did set off the “real” bomb on the plane even though he is allowed to pause for a moment now and then to say hello to a spectator as if he was presently in an actor’s role.

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I explain this dream type further in “Dreams of Type PRECONAV-VSCPCEL, 01-15”.

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Morning of May 27, 2015. Wednesday.



My dream becomes a very formal scenario in mood and awareness. I am not sure of the time. It may be late night or very early morning or probably a liminal “twilight” setting relating to my partial lucidity (where darkness but with a clearer awareness and augmented sense of touch often occur). I am walking on the right side of the road in an unknown location, which seems more like a back road at times. There is a tall chain-link fence almost immediately to my right, allowing only about two feet or less space to walk on the grass on the side of the road. I do not really notice any buildings. Up ahead, I see a semitrailer truck approaching. The driver is mostly in shadow (or “is” a shadow - though I discern what may be a red and black plaid shirt). As I am semi-lucid, I would normally “know” that the shadow was my conscious mind. However, here, I get the strange impression that he is another dreamer that I could actually meet - and in fact, even presume his identity to an extent of relating him to an actual dream journalist.

The semitrailer truck is moving fairly slowly, it seems, as if the driver is perhaps unfamiliar with the area (though this is not certain - it may be his regular route and he is just being cautious). I start contemplating what I am going to do. I decide that I will pick up my pace a bit and meet with the driver. The driver is to the right (from my perspective) and I am not sure he notices me though his headlights seem to be working normally. There remains a problematic element, though not fully prospective, in that the side of the road does not have much room for me to traverse, so the truck and I will not have much room to spare as we pass each other when it approaches (assuming the driver does not stop to acknowledge me or even converse).

The truck does go just past the edge of the road at times (I am mostly walking on the edge of the road rather than the grass), though this is not due to lazy driving but seems to be a dream-rendered situation directly related to my thinking about the potential meeting or choosing to dodge the truck instead (as if I am directly aware of the dream-making mechanism of my mind). After all, I do not want to be run down (though this is not that strong a concern, though I do not focus on going to the left to possibly avoid going closer to it). I continue to watch the truck carefully to see if it goes too far to my right, which would then block me off with nowhere to go (because of the high chain-link fence to my right, which continues as far as I can see other than the break at the intersection I am approaching, which I do not consider turning off at). I sense the meeting will be very formal and brief but with positive results. I start walking faster, almost running, but the approaching truck seems about the same distance away that it was minutes before. I still am not quite sure if there is enough room for me to clear the front of the cab or be hit though the sense of danger is decreased due to my growing lucidity.

As the truck approaches, my lucidity continues to increase and I become slightly more aware that the “shadow driver” is my conscious mind and that this may be a typical example of “shadow play” - a temporary scenario that occurs at apex lucidity. However, I am still intent on continuing my direction and meeting with the driver, as there is still a degree of uncertainty over who the driver actually is. Instead, when I reach the truck, I reach the beginning of the waking process and slowly wake at about the point I am adjacent to the driver’s door on the road’s edge, thus “meeting” my conscious self in the waking process.

The shadow/driver was a metaphorical form of my conscious mind “driving” the dream, with the “cargo” (in the semitrailer) being the implied intent or foundation (“building blocks”) of a potential apex level of lucidity (which comes through various means - such as crawling through a window or “shadow play”). This was a missed opportunity, I suppose, though I have noticed that apex lucidity often comes when a person has already gotten more than enough sleep. The engine of the truck is also a representation of the conscious mind as within the life force of the real body.

This dream vaguely reminds me of a dream from 1991 titled “Motorcycle Jump”, where the shadowy motorcyclist also was my conscious mind though this time trying to wake up after sleeping for too long by managing to make the motorcycle rise up and jump through a very small window in the bathroom (a play on “I have to go” as in “I have to wake up now”).

Morning of May 25, 2015. Monday.



I am not sure of the location or even the immediate setting, though I am living with my wife yet seem to be about twenty years younger. There is a slight essence of Stadcor Street in Brisbane, but it also seems like an apartment building with a hallway (though not reminiscent of the King Street boarding house this time) and it may be on the first floor.

I eventually notice an intruder sitting on my left (about six feet away), though do not strongly associate him as such at first (as he may instead be a friendly visitor I had somehow forgotten about). My first intent is to wake up my wife by calling out her name. I am seated and she is sleeping on a bed (or possibly a couch in which the back drops down to make a single bed) to my right. Once again, I call out someone’s name and they do not respond (recently recurring in-dream situation). Zsuzsanna continues to sleep peacefully after I say her name loudly about four or five times. Thus, I decide that instead of getting her up and us leaving the room until I work out the intruder’s intent, I will get up and make him leave by physical force.

Eventually I realize that I am holding a sword, so I put it up against his neck to make him leave the room. I continue to hold it up as he moves back and into the hall, close to the door to the apartment or room where he apparently lives. I still tap his neck a few times, drawing a bit of blood as he backs up against his door. I decide to let him go into his apartment and so I turn to go back to where my wife and I are seemingly living. However, I notice more and more blood flowing out from my right arm and going everywhere, including making a puddle on the floor (and my wife is still sleeping). This is quite possibly one of the most vivid bleeding dreams I have ever had as I am fully aware of my body and presence - and the perspective is “perfect” as well (with no typical distortions of any kind). I enter a very well-defined state of clarity and awareness as I continue to stand while looking down at all the blood. On the one hand, I know I am bleeding in a possibly fatal manner, trying to work out how it even happened as the other male did not have a sword. The cut is over my upper right arm (about the entire length of my upper arm) and blood is flowing everywhere. I slowly wake, though with the tentative confidence that I will somehow survive.

The meaning behind this dream, I would normally just attribute to being a metaphor for the waking process (and the “death” of the transient dream self upon entering the waking process). However, it also implements a remote viewing connection, which is relative to the same event that my wife remote viewed in a different way. In her case, she remote viewed a dream scene where a child was talking on a toy telephone. Today, in the mail (without the slightest idea it would occur), we received several childhood photos of me from one of my older sisters for the first time ever (I am still of the belief that remote viewing requires at least two active minds - in this case the other mind being that of my sister’s - who sent the photos). In one of them, I am holding a toy telephone, validating my wife’s very consistent remote viewing perception over the years (after all, she accurately remote viewed my childhood long before we met). Another photo is from around the time I had my near-fatal accident and NDE in 1962 where I lost a lot of blood as a toddler and miraculously did not go into shock and soon self-trained my left hand to work again over time (and “rewired” my brain by force of will at a very young age - thus my enhanced dream memory and understanding among other things) even though it was “certain” (by the doctors’ claim) that my wrist and hand would be paralyzed for life. As such, some memories from age one and a half resurfaced, but only those related to the park visits. Basically, this dream was a form of remote viewing a very old memory linked to a precognitive association of an approaching visual event and layering it in a character composite with my adult self (even though the location of the bleed-out differed in this dream, as dreams often change orientations in one way or another).

I also feel that there may be some meaning here regarding the calling of the name in terms of reversal while in the dream state. This situation accurately implies that my wife is awake in reality (verified) so thus is “asleep” in my own dream (and this is not the first time I have been aware in a non-lucid dream in this precise way though it depends on the type and level of the dream). This is probably similar to how the “shadow person” in a dream (especially a vivid lucid dream) is actually the waking conscious mind rather than what inexperienced people claim in it being something “darker” or potentially threatening to the real conscious self. When in a dream, it is the transient dream self that faces annihilation (in the process of waking), not the conscious self, so it is rather absurd to make the claim that a shadow in a dream is somehow “lower” than the dream self or unconscious state.

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As already noted, I made a note of how I felt it was me “reliving” my childhood trauma of nearly having my left hand cut off (even though in my dream it was my upper right arm). One of the photographs my sister sent recently (and there was no way of knowing she would send photographs) shows me during the time period I was recovering from this event which occurred July 4, 1962 and while my hand and wrist is still wrapped. In fact, I had been imagining seeing this exact same photograph recently and very unlikely - received it the day after in real life. (even though I have only heard from her a few times in the last twenty years and rarely while growing up).

Morning of May 24, 2015. Sunday.



I have returned to a fictional recurring dream location that I had been to several times before in past dreams, which is some sort of fancy resort, or was by this point, with a large lake mostly on the southern side in most cases and the fictional “enchanted forest” region north of the resort. Although it slightly reminds me of an area of the Mississippi River (or Black River area) of La Crosse, it also somehow reminds me of the essence of my elementary school’s playground in Florida, especially in this dream.

I talk to a younger male (who has a female staff member with him) about how I used to enjoy going out on the lake in a boat. However, as I grow closer to the end of my dream, I notice that most of the lake is gone, with only a few puddles remaining. There are still boats on the muddy ground, even a fishing boat farther out. I think about going out to look around but realize that the ground is probably too soft to safely walk on. I wanted my family to enjoy the area, although we may be staying here for a time anyway. There are not that many patrons in the area. I do not know or learn what had caused the lake to disappear. I even ponder upon why the resort would even be open with no more lake to supplement it.

This may be a very similar situation in meaning to my lifelong recurring fishing dreams (as well as similar dreams of the past where lakes or rivers become shallow or vanish during the course of my dream). One of the first ones similar to this regarding a body of water getting lower over time was “The Angler” from 1965. Over the last thirty years, I have more and more come to understand that it simply represents the waking process. As the water becomes lower over time, so also does the “deepness” or “impact” (or more “realistically” rendered detail in some cases) of the dream. It may also be that flood dreams sometimes represent a “struggle” with the waking process (especially if latent apnea is relative). In fact, even “escape” dreams (where you are trying to get away from something) may possibly only represent a “struggle” with the waking process in some cases, especially if the dream is also influenced or “scripted” by environmental sounds during sleep.