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Morning of April 27, 2015. Monday.



I am not sure of the setting (which is indoors throughout) as it is not that defined or clearly rendered, though it does include at least a kitchen and seemingly a living room. The main focus relates to at least two cans of large strawberries. There are possibly more cans on the counter near the refrigerator. My wife is in my dream and asks me about one of the cans. I eat and taste at least a couple strawberries (which I take to the living room), which are much larger than normal and they also seem more dense but not to an extent of being problematic to chew though I do comment on this to my wife. The strawberries in another can seem more palatable. However, the size of the strawberries is not realistic even regarding the cans they were supposedly in, each can of which originally is “known” to have several strawberries but which would only hold about two when looking more closely at my dream’s rendering of size relationships. It is possible that the cans are of two different brands and that my wife and I are trying to work out which brand is better.

The main focus of the last scene of my dream relates to trying to read the writing on a can, which goes all the way around the can for about two or three groups of four or five lines. Although I am able to clearly see and read it, it is mostly badly broken English and gibberish, most of which I do not now recall. I know as I read it, there does not seem to be much information about the strawberries. One of the words is “screwdriver” (perhaps in using one as a can opener?) though there are many other words in the senseless sentences. I continue to read the gibberish aloud (with clear audio of my voice) until my dream fades.

Although it is common to see and try to read gibberish in dreams (which sometimes keeps changing each time you look back at it), this particular scene connects me with something I had recently seen and thought about in real life as well as vaguely reflecting on in the back of my mind in my dream, including talking to my wife about it. Although all online “dream dictionaries” I have seen are little more than gibberish, I found a site that was even worse than usual. It was so bad, much of it was like an incoherent series of random words and Yoda-like grammar. I marveled at the site for about twenty minutes, not a waste of time due to my great amusement. Unfortunately, I cannot find the site again as I did not bookmark it. The site had hardly any formatting and was mostly all plain text (just as the can in my dream did not have any images on it). However, it is possible I was looking at something which had been very badly translated through three or more languages over time, the end result being completely incoherent, which is interesting, as it is the largest “dream dictionary” I have seen to date.

As a final note, I had learned twenty years ago that a strawberry was an in-dream visual representation of the human heart. The fact that the strawberry was a bit more dense in this dream could be reflecting two things; “hardening of the arteries” (I hope not) or less of a spiritual concern (than I used to have) for most of humanity. I will mention again how it originally incidentally stood for the waking process itself by the strawberry growing larger until fully waking (something seemingly borrowed from the last part of “How the Grinch Stole Christmas” where his heart grows larger). An apple has been found to be along the same lines. (Note that a volcano also represents the human heart in some cases, with lava representing blood - more likely the case if a few lava chambers are represented in-dream. However, an erupting volcano may also sometimes metaphorically represent the waking process and little else.) Because the strawberries were in a can with incoherent writing, it may also be associated with a lesser contact with the natural world and dealing with the gibberish of mainstream pop culture (since “pop”/soda is also in a can).

Morning of April 27, 2015. Monday.



As I have stated in other entries, I have come to learn that many in-dream events (especially those in final scenarios) are little more than a metaphor for the sleeping, dreaming, and waking processes themselves (though may have other viable and eventually validated associations, including precognition and visually exact remote viewing). This was obvious to me even as a child and this dream is a good example of that.

In my dream, I am in my home (though rendered as being much larger and more spacious for where the game console is) and I am playing some sort of first person computer game which is probably projected halfway up onto the southwest wall so that the top of the image of the playing field is near the ceiling - this setup of which is sparsely recurring but which I have never witnessed in reality. As I have rarely played computer games in real life over the past several years (other than “Doom” and “Age of Empires”), my dream is lacking more significant real-life associations. I am not even sure if it is a first person shooter. There is someone else in my dream, a younger unknown male, and I am possibly testing the game for him or his company as the game seems to be in a debug mode.

As I maneuver through the maze-like game, there is really nothing to do except move and turn through hallways, though sometimes with unusual transparent “rods” at a corner stopping me from more freely making a turn - it is almost like moving past and pulling at a passive diagonally positioned wire-frame sea anemone (positioned near a set of about four wider steps to another hallway entrance) though nothing breaks; everything falls back into position if my maneuvering stretches parts of the environment (which is not that often). The look of the game is similar to the setting of “Doom” (though without any enemies) except there is no weapon in the foreground and the scenery has a semi-transparent appearance with wire-frame rendering in some areas (though not very extensive in detail) and mostly everything is a very light blue. Still, I am enjoying my success in getting through many hallways and ninety-degree turns though again, little else happens. In some cases, a wall facing me is slightly hard to distinguish from the entrance to a hallway.

Finally, making one turn to my left, a fairly short human-like furry “monster” of a darker blue emerges from a normal wooden door (not a real threat as it is just imagery in a computer game) though just stands in the doorway, and I soon begin to wake, being somewhat annoyed that this means that the game is over and that I need to start again from the beginning even though the figure (vaguely seeming more human-like over time) does not do anything. There is no option to shoot anything or even “attack”, apparently.

Playing a computer game in a dream could be a metaphor for a type of less involved dreaming and separating yourself from a deeper or more personal dream state (in this case, likely from sleeping a bit too long and literally needing to wake up and stretch - as my game involved walking around and exploring and wire-frame structures that were stretching) just as dreaming of watching television is not being directly in one’s dream but being an outside observer and not integrated into one’s imagination more intimately.

Doors opening most often represent waking or the need to wake - especially leaping through the doorway to escape from something and waking up at that exact moment (though sometimes relative to shifting in in-dream awareness when going through a particular doorway, which could actually draw you deeper into the dream). There are exceptions. “The Furry Orange Monster” (from October 30, 1970) ends in a very similar manner as this dream (though that one had two distinct layers of precognition). At any rate, the appearance of the monster in the doorway represents my conscious self waking my dream self (even though I do not see myself as a “monster” - this is likely just an incidental association with the computer game scenario and not having seen any characters in the game prior to this - though bear in mind it did become more human-like during the waking process). As one added note on “The Furry Orange Monster”, I strongly detect an in-dream “replacement” metaphor. This time it represents me, although in my older dream, it turned out to be my older brother Jim wearing a Halloween costume. I have experienced many replacement metaphors in my life - it is another aspect of dreaming (though probably not that common) that I have never seen anyone else write about.

This becomes more obvious from a common lucid dream ability I used to use a lot in the 1980s and early 1990s; that is, closing a door with a wave of my hand and using telekinesis often made my dream far more “automatic” in my control of it in general, as I had then “closed” (”weakened”) the metaphor for waking up, causing a higher awareness in my dream self each time I performed the act.

Morning of April 26, 2015. Sunday.



The time period seems to be the present. My wife and I, and seemingly at least two of our children, are in some sort of store that sells various older items at discounts or unusually low prices (or so it seems at first). I am not fully sure if it is a pawn shop. The location is mostly unfamiliar though may be implied to be the pawn shop on Targo Street that we have never been in or more likely the shop (now closed and replaced by a laundromat) that was near the corner in the Parkvue building on Bourbong Street, which we only ever walked past fairly often. I make plans to buy a movie projector (in good condition) that I become more and more interested in having for some reason that now escapes me. There are a couple other things I think I will buy, but I do not recall what they are - possibly related to optional projector items. I seem to be in about the center of the store near a table. I am aware that the cost may be as much as $2,000.00, but I think there may be a sale to where it is much cheaper or possibly at least paying in installments. However, after several minutes pass, I discover that the movie projector is actually $20,000.00 (even though I seemed fairly certain of the other price) and I become angry and somewhat confused, especially as I had already begun the process of purchasing it. I am obviously not going to buy it now, though there is residual ambiguity about the whole pricing system at the store even as I wake. My dream is not that well-rendered or cohesive.

Morning of April 26, 2015. Sunday.



I am completing an algebra ii task on a TI-84 Plus graphing calculator. It is the most recent task worked on in real life and results in the drawing of a dragonfly using several graphed equations. However, the apparent result is an actual dragonfly that emerges from the front edge. I feel slightly guilty at creating a couple malformed dragonflies that may suffer for a short time before dying. One is too big since I forgot to reset the zoom to the default and as a result, its wings are slightly truncated though it seems to become more intelligent and manages better than the other ones. I am unsure if the buzzing that begins to occur is coming from one of the dragonfly’s wings or from the calculator shorting out, as a small flame shoots from the side with a “pop”. Perhaps a battery has exploded, but this does not seem to be the case.

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Typified as having exit flight waking symbolism as the dragonfly emerges from calculator and flies away. Critical thinking skills waking prompt present (calculator). No failed flight symbolism as first malformed dragonflies not verified to have died. There is an association with neural energies as the “buzzing” insect

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Morning of April 25, 2015. Saturday.



This is mostly a typical “being hunted” dream of the recurring type since childhood but it ends in a mostly comedic farce. This dream type, though slightly stressful during some scenarios, does not really have that much emotion at most points. I eventually have and maintain the typical three abilities in such dreams: Being able to fly whenever I want to, becoming and staying invisible, and intangibility (including the ability to travel through any wall or even person). These special in-dream abilities often create the impression of moving almost outside of my dream state at times even though I am still technically dreaming and fully in-body in most perspectives.

My dream starts with me being on a familiar city bus and looking at something on a notebook computer on the left side of the aisle, about the sixth seat back. When the bus stops, or is almost stopped at one point and I decide to get off, I hover, while in standing position, about two inches from the floor of the bus. When the bus does completely stop, I move backwards (while floating) and bump into some people seated in the back. I turn around and apologize and then leave the bus, still floating upright and not walking at any point.

From here, people are looking for me - possibly due to my special abilities (or even as a result of my bumping the people on the bus). In dreams like this, most people looking for me are not necessarily law enforcement (or dangerous criminals) but most often related to some sort of industrial business or paramilitary group. I fly for a time, and land on a few different roofs of mostly warehouses and industrial buildings. When I am lying on a roof on my side but with my head elevated and when a female is looking my way to point out where I am to the others, I decide to fly from that area and then land in an alleyway. At that point, I become invisible and eventually intangible. After this, I actually walk through someone (who is walking in my direction); an elderly businesswoman. They are not aware of me at all or that I had passed through them and they do not react in any way.

I walk through walls of some of the warehouses while there are people inside, but because I am invisible, I am not that concerned. Still, they do usually seem to have a special method for finding my general location (within about a two block range).

A Doberman (Doberman Pinscher) appears, running out from a building about half a block away, and knows where I am due to his sense of smell (even though I am still invisible). He begins barking a bit and indicating his awareness of where I am standing at this time. Not quite certain of what to do, as a few of the people will likely soon come to this area, I bend down and bite his nose off, which immediately seems quite disgusting to have to do this. The dog does not even seem that injured, though, but then randomly runs around barking in different areas and seems confused. (This is probably an incidental association with a line from “My Kingdom” by Echo and the Bunnymen, which has both “bite the nose off” and “climb the roof top” - as I had enhanced an old entry about my precognitive “Kingdom” novella though which has nothing to do with the song at all. Over the many years, I have learned that many dreams have associations with no meaning at all other than inconsequential or otherwise unrelated word associations and purely accidental puns.)

I then keep moving until I reach a stream about the same distance wide as railroad tracks and the immediate usual area around them, which is between a mostly featureless field and a higher embankment on the other side (though there are still a few old wooden buildings off to my left). The Doberman is off to my left, not knowing where I am anymore. Across the stream, the area seems far more rural, with a bit of tall grass here and there and a few trees. (Even though it is quite different, especially regarding the stream and higher embankment, it has a similar layout and essence as the area beyond the backyard in Cubitis and thus seems very loosely modeled on the area, as is the case with many other dreams that do not actually imply the area - this not being due to a particular memory but the brain simply using it for a “new” setting - I have seen this continuously throughout my life including with composite locations and bilocated features.)

Soon, about a hundred or more Irish Setters appear by approaching the edge of the embankment across the river. They are all of several different mostly solid colors in no particular order: Mostly black, darker brown, lighter rust-colored, and white. They start barking in large groups while sitting and pointing their noses upward, almost like an implied chorus, creating such a cacophony, it becomes ridiculous, and they are not necessarily barking at or sensing me, because the lines are long and they are all looking in one straight direction rather than arced around my general location. They are mostly in about three or four even suggested lines, but not fully together in any line other than in groups of about five or six. One male comes out from near where they are to see what is going on as he seems to be one of the owners or trainers. The loud sound becomes like a continuous “Ru-ru-ru-ru-ru-ru” - very realistic in the impression even though I have never heard that many dogs barking at once in real life.

These dogs on the other side of the stream are creating so much distraction and noise (as well as confusing the Doberman even more) that I know I will easily be able to move out of the range of my “hunters” from here by flying over the stream and moving on into what is probably a peaceful forest beyond. One of the males who was trying to locate me is about half a block away to my left, distracted by the dogs, some of which seem to be barking at him.

Morning of April 25, 2015. Saturday.



I am working for some sort of movie production company and we are actively filming scenes for at least two different American caper movies on the same day, holding a camera while in a pickup truck and in other outdoor settings. The movies seem to have attributes of “The Sting” (from 1973 though set in September 1936) and “Paper Moon” (also technically a caper film from 1973 and also apparently and coincidentally set in 1936). At one point, the passenger-side door in front keeps opening and partly closing, causing the driver (a member of the film crew) to zigzag all over the street. There are a few other filming mishaps but nothing that dangerous. (I believe there is an incidental play on the name Addie Loggins from “Paper Moon”, relative to both adding production costs and logging in to a website.)

There is also a subplot not related to the main theme. There are a few teenagers hanging out in what appears to be the last week of school (over time). A thin blonde male seems partly attracted to a light-haired female but does not always acknowledge her. This seems more as if it is being filmed in the 1950s rather than 1936. None of the characters in my dream are in any way familiar. I do not know any names in this scenario, either. A shorter dark-haired male is also interested in the same girl and at one point seems angry and sad about the other male ending up with her.

This is where events become atypical, although I have had similar dreams many years back, mostly only in 1990. Over time, I somehow occupy the bodies of the two main characters, both the male and the female, for fairly short periods for each and with an extremely augmented sense of touch and heightened general physical awareness. During each change, I actually intimately feel their emotions and loving thoughts about each other even though they are complete strangers to me personally. It does not seem all that odd to me in-dream and it is almost like I am an entity that needs to “remind” them of their destiny at certain points by becoming one of them for a short time and experiencing life through their individual perspectives. At some points though, I seem to be disembodied just on the periphery of their physical body.

Morning of April 24, 2015. Friday.



In a less physically defined state, I am “remembering” my completion of the most recent education progress report. Everything seems as is in reality except that I am aware I have added an mp3 file on the companion CD. It is the recording of Roger Miller’s “Walking in the Sunshine” which I heard very often in my childhood. I pause and think on this for awhile. The CD is already made (false memory) so I cannot remove it if I need to, because it begins to dawn on me that I should not have this recording in the report since I had not written and recorded it (typical goofy in-dream “logic”). Over time, I mentally “fix” this and the CD is as it should be.

Morning of April 23, 2015. Thursday.

Dream #: 17,657-02. Reading time: 2 min 15 sec.



My sleeping dreaming mind is separate from my unconscious mind (and over twenty years of memory) in an altered version of Loomis Street. Instead of Marilyn dying recently (though she did not die while living at Loomis Street), it is about 1978. My brother-in-law Bob’s appearance matches that time. I am in their house, sleeping on the floor in the south room, with my head west near the windows. The bathroom is more like the bathroom of our present home. When I am in the bathroom, I vaguely recall my identity.

I am building a new foundation of instinctual dreaming practice (to deliberately enhance my dreams). I have placed about one and a half inches of blue electrician’s tape on the door vertically, on the right side above the doorknob at eye level. I test it by going close to make sure the tape center is at eye level. It may produce more personal and vivid dreams. I adjust it by sliding it around on the door like a magnet, which would be impossible. I vaguely think about my brother-in-law questioning why I put it there, but he does not. He passes me in the small hallway. I want to make sure it remains in place. If it does not, there is the concern that my next dreams will be less expressive of my desires. There is also something to the left of the blue tape (near the middle and at the same height). I am unsure of what it is. It seems like metal, related to the tape strip’s function.

Later, I am again lying on the floor to rest. There are many miscellaneous objects near my blankets, near cardboard storage boxes. I start thinking about why I did not go to Marilyn’s funeral. It seems strange I did not go, like lost time. It seems related to how only a few people (mostly female relatives) went. Perhaps her husband did not go. It does not enter my imaginary dream self’s erroneous mind that I did not go because I live in Australia.

While settling on the floor to sleep, I notice big ants close to the wall, near my head. There are also at least two big ants near my feet. I trap those under a Lego brick. I crush a few others, and none of them get close enough to bite. I slowly wake in the position I had been in my dream. My waking-life memory and identity slowly return, and I feel relieved and happy about being with Zsuzsanna.

My dream’s dynamics stem from a lesser urge to wake and use the bathroom, but the ants finally increase my attention to contemplate where I am, getting me to think more about where I am sleeping, and my emerging consciousness activates. Ants coming out of an anthill is an analogy to emerging from the dream state.

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The rest stems from instinctual dreaming and dynamics to prevent associations with waking life. Because thinking skills are not viable in subliminal space, there is confusion. I mix several concepts into an amalgam. The amalgam includes a loose association with my use of a cassette TAPE to script dreams. That distorts into electrician’s tape. It is additionally confused with the stickiness of magnets. A door isolates the imaginary dream self from conscious identity but can be used to exit the dream or vivify and sustain it.

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Morning of April 22, 2015. Wednesday.



This is a recurring theme but usually with different events and different settings. I have had this type of dream since early childhood. It typically involves little else than finding things loosely buried in the ground or sometimes picking up and examining things that were on the ground in supposedly less accessed areas of a residence (though sometimes things are found under tiles or loose floorboards). Commonly, such “treasures” are Hot Wheels cars and in some cases, baby toys, board game tokens, or things I have made myself (even out of cardboard). They generally have a slightly different mood and awareness level as my recurring coin-finding dreams.

My family and I are living at our present address on W Street though the layout of the backyard is different. The tall wooden fence that divides our backyard from the neighbor’s backyard only goes out from within the middle area so that there is open space both near our house and farther back towards the perpendicular back fence, each open space about four feet across.

The first thing I find is a small wooden box (with smaller compartments) that first contains only letters written by people of a dream journal site (to each other) that I used to post at. It is almost like looking at the continuity of forum activity but with physical elements (sparsely recurring concept - sometimes forum activity is expressed in dreams as personal notebooks by which the usually ink handwriting of different people somehow “teleports” from different pages in other notebooks to appear in each person’s notebook - this idea was originally precognitive as now there are types of computers called “notebooks”, though in this dream the “posts” are seen as separate letters implying postal mail).

Over time, there are thicker envelopes that I notice in the compartmentalized box (though actually they were not there previously). Two of the envelopes become thicker and turn out to contain clocks of the type that you need to wind up every now and then - they were somehow referenced by a member of the dream journal site being from a particular company and somehow materialized in the box just from the mention of it (I am not lucid at any point). However, I end up breaking both of them by winding them too tight, but which only takes a couple of turns to do this with one and the other already seems wound too tight, so that just turning it slightly breaks it. The sense of touch and motion in feeling the gears slip and spin within each clock is very vivid. I feel a bit frustrated, though, as I thought it would be interesting to have one on a book shelf. One of them starts ticking again, but stops in a short time.

Over time, many other items are found; mostly small plastic toys of different colors suitable for our youngest son. A lot of them are ball-like and sphere-shaped, some with a hole or notch to suggest they fit onto something else (perhaps a soccer player figure), a few with different crosshatch textures. Meanwhile, a menacing dog apparently emerges from a car and jumps over the neighbor’s back fence but is not seen by us and there is no actual threat. There are two men in their backyard contemplating the event. There are also several unfamiliar children next door. They sometimes come into our yard. It seems late at night at this point though my dream remains semi-dark during much of it; the time changing inconsistently from scene to scene (as in many of my dreams).

At one point, an elongated bird cage is lifted out from being buried near the fence and then somehow elevated near the fence at about head level. (During this scene, my dream’s implied time temporarily changes to late morning before illogically shifting back to nighttime again in the scenes that follow). It turns out to contain a small aardvark (which I or my wife perhaps had as a pet at one time but somehow forgot about) which is “obviously dead” at first. However, it comes to life and begins to walk around, apparently very hungry after all this time - its head nodding expectantly, and it moves like an animal theoretically becoming more “unfrozen” as time progresses. It supposedly is of the type that eats only soft seeds. We have various plant seeds around, but not soft ones and I think about what we could feed it; perhaps grass seed for now if enough taller stalks are around by the fence. (This seemingly has something to do with once reading in an encyclopedia years ago in real life that aardvarks can only eat soft-bodied insects such as termites and cannot eat ants due to their acidity and harder exoskeleton. However, most of the information on the Internet now conflicts with this.)

Later on, I become somewhat annoyed by two of the neighbor’s sons (of around thirteen), who sit in the far side of our backyard near the fence - seemingly on our washing machine (which seems ill-placed and is in the house in reality), though facing away from our house and in an area to my right. I do not want to seem rude or aggressive so I do not pursue this impression of imposition and accept it as the neighborhood norm. My youngest daughter seems just a bit older and close to being able to communicate coherently and sits near me on my left. We are sitting on some sort of long bench or elevated wooden plank. The neighbor children give her a couple items, including candy. My youngest son is also nearby. There are other scenes where I find mostly board game tokens on the ground, including a chess pawn which I study for a time. It has some ambiguity as I am trying to work out if it is meant to be a person instead (possibly a Lego figure), as it seemingly has a “head” and a “body” but does look more like a pawn. (This is based on a real-life event where something similar happened. I even called it a “man” and placed it near a toy plastic tree for my youngest daughter.)

Morning of April 21, 2015. Tuesday.



I am yet again living back in La Crosse at the King Street “flop house” though I seem to have more possessions than at the time in reality, as they are stored neatly and almost fill much of the room. Yet again, my dream somehow easily “erases” about twenty-five years of intimate experience and memory without a hint (at least at this point) of knowing any other life (again, so much for having “full access to the subconscious” in some dream types - a concept I continue to find more and more absurd as I get older - though it does depend on the dream type and level of overall liminal perception - and supraconscious-level, “sent” dreams or dream layers, and more defined remote viewing dreams remain an extreme exception).

I am outside later, and there is an impression that the house is unstable for lack of maintenance. The owners seem to be on vacation once again, as their camper is gone. I feel a sense of urgency in knowing that the house is going to “fall over”. I try to warn a couple others on the sidewalk. However, this corner boarding house does not only collapse in a sense but actually dramatically flips like a pancake and is then perfectly upside-down. Many of the windows break and there is damage in the walls, ceilings, and floors, but it is still in mostly full form (at least the first two floors).

In a way, I am glad it has flipped like this, because I note that it will be easier to move my possessions by just going in and getting them and carrying them out over time at street level instead of tiring myself in going up and down the stairs as would normally be the case. Also, if the house had merely “fallen over”, there would be far more of a strewn mess, making it harder to find my possessions (all of this being some sort of goofy in-dream faux “logic”, I suppose). (Most of the third floor is crushed into the ground, though the second floor is now the first floor and fairly stable to move about in.)

At one point, I seem to be back inside the building, but it seems to be normal (possibly related to a typical dream “reset” or partial replay of an unfolding theme - “resets” or individual random scene replays being why people probably do not always remember the order of events as certain scenes repeat in a different order while others do not). However, it does seem to take place on the second floor, though the landlord and his wife lived on the first floor in reality, and this is where their relatives and friends also solely visit.

An extraordinarily attractive dark-haired female (who is a younger version of my wife upon conscious afterthought and realization) tells me that her mother had died in a car accident. Her mother is apparently the landlady, Mrs. W. We hug very compassionately (a common event in my dreams since childhood, and with an enhanced sense of touch, overall pressure, and weight) and she cries on my shoulder as I comfort her. It seems this female may become the new landowner and landlady, although I still do not yet realize she is actually my wife in real life. (Also, in real life, my landlady lived to be over a hundred years old.)

Morning of April 20, 2015. Monday.



This dream was kind of a semi-abstract (as I could still at least partly discern some of the sequences) exercise in mostly random nonsense, yet had some clear points which were a bit enjoyable. There is no lucidity at any point yet I “naturally” manipulate the environment to extremes. There is so much multi-location (quite possibly the most multi-located dream I have had to date), not just sections or perspectives of bilocation, but so compressed with numerous multi-composites of various “pieces” that all somehow coexist “logically”, it was of a fairly rare type. In fact, it is impossible to discern if I am truly inside or outside at any point. For example, in the main scene, there is a small island in the ocean which is also somehow near an intersection of a large city which is also somehow in a mostly featureless room in a small house, although the sense of bilocation is not as pronounced as in many past dreams.

The first part of my dream involves some sort of quest to just take money from wherever it is seen - with the idea that there are coins everywhere in certain areas just for the taking. There still seems to be a plan based on the knowledge of where a drug dealer is known to be at a certain time. Two men (I am not yet an in-dream character) stop a young drug dealer and rob him of his profits. Oddly, he had been selling drugs (not sure of what kind) in Petri dishes. He seems upset but continues on his way. I become more integrated in my dream at this point, though it becomes more abstract regarding the overall setting.

The two men are then walking over a small island of mostly white sand and a few palm trees. I am nearby standing on the surface of the ocean, yet it still seems we are in the city somehow on the streets. I decide, for some reason, to help the men find more money that may be buried on the island. To do this, I mentally will all of the sand, several feet down, to fly into the air and flip about before falling again - like digging a ditch with telekinesis. The men watch this routine as they continue walking, but no money shows up.

From here, it seems I am actually in a big featureless room yet somehow outside at the same time near a forest - though I do seem to “dig” or “turn” one part of the otherwise solid “floor” in one area with my thoughts. This is when I start finding shining piles of Australian two-dollar coins of about two-feet high. Some parts of the coin piles are unrealistically steep relative to how strewn they seem, defying gravity somewhat, but not to any extreme point. The coin piles, of which there are about three or four of in a few different areas, seem the most realistic and vivid parts of my dream (regarding the coins themselves - and the varied levels of shininess in the piles from coin to coin) and I enjoy picking them up and letting them fall through my fingers. Even though they are only two-dollar coins, I sense there is a few thousand dollars or more in the area. Apparently, I can just take as many as I want.

However, a dwarf (wearing mostly green) appears in the area and seems to be some sort of authority figure of some kind. I try to keep my actions regarding the taking of the coins a secret. I am not sure if any of the coins actually belong to the dwarf as they may have just been dropped there and meant to be left there for no particular reason. I still plan on taking as many as possible, only a small amount at a time, but pretend I am only looking at the pile as he begins walking in the opposite direction from where I am standing near the pile. There is no threat or drama. (This part of my dream vaguely reminds me of an episode of “Cops” where a man is arrested after being caught for the second time in taking coins from a body of water where people willingly threw out their money.)

Morning of April 19, 2015. Sunday.



This is my third longer dream connected with the “Supernatural” television show in recent months that I know of but is not as detailed or defined as the other two and deals more with the actors working on the show (I am present during the filming) rather than the characters they play.

This appears to be acknowledged as a script I had worked on, which was enhanced by the regular writers of the show. It involves Sam and Dean Winchester finding an antique highboy in a mansion and then knowing it is somehow connected with unexplainable events concerning a monster, which is believed to be a griffin. Dean makes a sarcastic remark something like “Can’t I just walk into a room and NOT find something like this?”

They find a secret drawer on the right-hand side that contains what looks like a factory hand restraint for a punch press though supposedly relates to some sort of medieval torture (and again, there is only one for some reason, not a pair). An older unknown male, seemingly a butler, approaches them and seems concerned about them touching the antique though does not seem emotional in any way. Supposedly, there are many more “secrets” inside the antique highboy.

After a time, it is realized that the “griffin” associated with the events and the antique furniture is actually a giant caterpillar that had been living in an underground cave near the mansion. This does not really make all that much sense because a caterpillar, giant or not, looks nothing like a griffin - although the griffin concept and connection may be based on documents and such and not actual sightings. There is not much drama, action, or resolutions of any kind to follow other than the vague idea that the monster may be shot by Sam without additional incident though it is possible it goes into hibernation. At one point later on, I am sitting at a table with other writers trying to come up with new plot threads. Jensen and Jared are laughing at some of the ideas.

As some sort of hypnopompic sequence, there is a rather dry but supposedly humorous conversation concerning the word “deaf”.

Sam: "Is it pronounced DEF or DEEF?“

Dean: "What’s the DIFF?”

Morning of April 18, 2015. Saturday.



I am living with my wife and children in a large unfamiliar apartment on the first floor of a large building in an unknown city. I get the clear impression that it is a dangerous area with a variety of different types of problematic people. It seems to be night for the most part. At one point, I am carrying around an oversize flintlock pistol and it seems to be a viable and realistic weapon (possibly a new gun based on the very old version). However, I do not need to use it at any point. Most of the problematic and rowdy people seem to be on another block presently, past the intersection from our street.

I eventually notice an extraordinary number of old cigarette butts on our sidewalk and continuing for a fair distance in the direction of the problematic area of the streets. This does not seem exactly like the previous fictional apartment in a recent dream, as it seems fairly large, though may also be on a corner. The setting towards the other direction of the street beyond our building is not very defined (in the opposite direction of where the majority of troublemakers are perceived to be) and even seems to be a “blind spot” of the setting where “nothing” exists (typical of some dream types). I walk a bit towards the intersection and as I do, I pick up several cigarette butts (though am not holding anything to put them in) and a couple other pieces of debris. I vow to eventually clean up the area but think about waiting until morning. However, I also get the clear feeling that if I clean up the whole sidewalk near our apartment building, people will become annoyed and come by to cause trouble or make it worse than it was before.

In the distance I see at least two rival biker gangs who appear to be yelling and fighting in the street but not in a violent manner (at least a small portion of the yelling seems to be friendly). People of all races are wandering about. Soon after this, I see a large army jeep going down the street, perpendicular to our street and going in a direction away from our location. Oddly, several adult males (including a male to the right of the driver) are standing up in the jeep as it goes by, all of them dressed in pristine early 1970s boy-scout uniforms (with shorts and of a pale green color). This creates a sort of unusual sense of completeness and balance (even though in afterthought they look a bit silly) and a slight awareness of presumed authority. I get the sense that they may be part of a formal neighborhood watch or something similar, though they do not stop anywhere in the area. My dream is clearest at this point but quickly fades.

Morning of April 17, 2015. Friday.



This was a flying and soaring dream with no drama or conflict, but which lasted a long time and is mostly just an exercise in flying over buildings and landscapes while feeling an enhanced sense of peace and joy. However, there is also a sense of certain “rules” related to continuous successful flight. One of these rules or perhaps safety tips is not to fly less than about four feet above the ground.

My wife is with me at certain points. There is a scene where I show positions in flight, one of which is a bit like swimming - and I even move my arms, though that is not during an actual flight - just some extraneous dream material, apparently, and a bit silly - as the actual flights do not involve such positions or movements at all. There is no point at which I become lucid, though it is quite vivid at some points. This dream has an entirely different mood than the ones where I take to the sky at night on my own and “live” in the late night air, continuously moving over the town (where there is no other human activity).

My second dream is one of those watching dreams where things are sometimes very realistic though sometimes change in odd, unlikely (or impossible) ways. This often involves looking down or looking at the floor more closely. In this case, I watch a large skink (a type of lizard) crawl across the cover of a book that is lying on the floor. I point it out to my wife. It is an interesting event as the lizard approaches me when I look towards it as if acknowledging my observation of it. I get a sense of dryness being an issue in this indoor environment and that the lizard may need water. I am sitting on the floor and holding a cup of water in my right hand and pour a small amount onto the carpet both near and onto the lizard’s head. Oddly, the lizard’s head sizzles as if a chemical reaction is occurring and little bubbles appear all around his head, especially the nose, and it seems to be suffocating though does not try to get away from the puddle. It seems I may have killed it by getting it wet or perhaps I had poured Coca-Cola instead of water. The lizard’s feet seem to be melting into the carpet and it does not move for a time.

Finally, it moves healthily from the sudsy area and comes closer to me and appears to be whole and uninjured. This time I pour water farther from its head and it manages to sip some up from the tiny puddle and the carpet fibers. From here, it crawls off to my left. A cat’s head soon appears to my left, at first seemingly interested in the water on the carpet, but I soon get the impression that the cat may catch and eat the lizard but this thought is not fully dominant (in fact, fairly passive in my dream state) and thus nothing actually happens (it is typical of dream-making states where vague thoughts or perspectives influence the dream’s outcome - even in completely non-lucid dreams as this one). The skink crawls off - strong and unharmed. It is possible that lizards sometimes represent similar symbolism as snakes - that is, human digestion and the large intestine, especially in this case where the chemical reaction reminded me of baking soda for when people use it to help with indigestion. It may relate to a concern about the acidic nature of some drinks.

Morning of April 16, 2015. Thursday.



My wife and I are seemingly living in an unknown city (our children are not present so it seems to be related to the time period after we first met). We are living in a (unfamiliar) squarish one-room apartment in a commercial district (probably on the corner with regard to the placement of the windows and front door) that seems to have been a store at one time in the recent past. There is a stove in a corner near the opposite end of the room from some larger windows. It is fairly close to a bed. It seems a bit annoying and odd to be living in such a small one-room apartment (though does not really seem that cramped in some ways) yet I still feel somewhat cheerful just in living with my beautiful wife and thus feel we are okay in this situation regardless. At one point, I need to do some writing, related to either my dream journals or lists of affirmations or ideas. There is apparently not much paper available so I decide to take down and use several store sale banners that are still hanging from the ceiling (which remind me vaguely of - or distort partly into - shower curtains that equidistantly repeat a small bird-head motif). It is probably early evening. People are walking around just outside on the sidewalk and I feel somewhat wary about living in an area with more people and traffic.

At one point, when I open the front door to check it, which leads directly to the public sidewalk, I notice that it does not quite close properly. Soon, the bottom hinge (to my right) becomes detached. (Distorted, too-small, “incomplete”, or ill-fitting doors have been fairly common in my dreams since childhood.) Somehow, I manage to fit the door into the doorway so that it looks somewhat normal. Still, I clearly contemplate a scene where someone will probably come along and kick in the door and get into our apartment (and I imagine it happening before morning). This is not because of someone noticing the unhinged area, but because people apparently do this fairly often. I mention something to my wife of how the door did not even last during our first week of rental. It is unlikely the building’s owner will fix it, so I think about doing it the next day. (This is actually based on a real-life situation - our bathroom door is loose on the bottom hinge and actually came off from that area of the doorway.)

At one point, there is knowledge of an Emailing system that works by teleporting flash drives to different locations (not directly to a computer, but onto a table for some reason, which you can then place in a computer to use - not very feasible or necessary). I have a false memory of having exchanged messages in this way with best friend Toby T for a few weeks. For some reason, however, I prepare to send an older flash drive (which is oddly shaped, somewhat like an arrowhead) that seems to be me addressing and acknowledging him for the first time after many years. I think about whether or not he will be puzzled by this act and the letter contents and perhaps become annoyed or angry that I had forgotten we had been writing to each other for a time already. I decide to send it anyway - perhaps he will think it was a delay in the teleportation system. (Nothing concerning this scene is addressed in-dream again.)

There is another scene which seems to be a sort of continuation of a previous section of my dream that was not quite clear, where I had apparently played a secondary role in a television special or miniseries. This involves going into a strange multidimensional matrix of at least four rows of distinct “rooms” (yet all part of one large “room” with transparent “waves” in some areas) - an area that people teleport in and out of (though I had just walked there). In the far side of the large room is a section where I see and recognize the male actor I had been working with (in afterthought he reminds me of my foreman from an old factory job but also reminds me of a celebrity I do not presently recall). He appears to be getting a haircut or perhaps having makeup added for a filming event. I wave at him and he acknowledges me in a formal manner but I feel a bit strange at not knowing my job concerning the show and feel a bit left out (hoping that I am not considered as being forgetful of the project - though I also get the feeling that I do not have much purpose relating to going behind the stages of the production - thus I am probably not supposed to be there). I have a vague awareness that one of the other parts of the room has something to do with strip clubs or prostitutes (which is probably a forced association with my foreman’s name being “Hooker”). There are a few other people around involved in completely different things, one seemingly a greeting card business.

At this point, my dream becomes a bit more vivid and cohesive. An unknown male walks into the room directly from the public sidewalk outside (opening a glass and metal door) and starts his sales pitch about a device he is selling while sitting in a chair a short distance across from where I am sitting. It looks like a television remote but acts as a laser weapon. He seems nervous and excited yet also confident in some ways, though his behavior is informal and annoying, especially when he starts asking me personal questions that have nothing to do with his attempt to sell me the item. I start yelling obnoxiously (though am really not that angry) and calling him various rude names, asking him if he thinks I am Captain Kirk and if I really need the phaser he is trying to sell me. Several other people in the room laugh at this scenario. In a way, I feel a bit sorry that I have behaved like this but I do say that he should not try to sell anything in this manner in a public place.

The final scene involves walking back (at night) to the corner one-room apartment my wife and I live in in my dream. I notice several Latina girls in the area. One is on the actual corner of the sidewalk (near the street intersection to my left) and another near the window of the building to my right. They seem to be mentally measuring something (undefined) across the sidewalk relative to the distance between where they are standing (and possibly something related to the number of sidewalk sections or divisions/lines). I ask them if they need any help. This makes them extremely annoyed and they start yelling as if I had propositioned them, though they keep yelling various Spanish phrases. A black male appears and starts joking about them and how much they like me (which is supposedly why they are yelling at me). The male and I soon leave the area and appear to be walking south down a street in La Crosse about three blocks west of my old boarding house (though the area is mostly residential in reality and has no larger buildings as such). We keep cheerfully laughing and joking with each other about their behavior, though I yell “Nada loco!” back at them several times as they are still yelling out. I have the seemingly clear idea that I am saying that they have no mind. However, “nada loco” translates literally to “nothing crazy”, so I am actually humorously yelling that they are not being crazy, the opposite of what I intended. I get the idea that “loco” means “mind” (instead of “crazy”) though have no idea in afterthought why it was like this. This is just a typical mix-up due to lack of thinking skills and proper memory associations in dreams.