Blue_Opossum

Night of March 2, 2015. Monday.



An unknown dark-haired young girl is somehow driving a stagecoach. At times, it seems to be around sunset. I am not certain if I am actually “in” the old west or if it is a strange attempted reenactment of a western scene for a movie or a club. I float, seemingly disembodied, on the right side of the vehicle. The girl somehow remains hovering above the front part of the stagecoach. This is not to imply a strong wind or great speed as it sort of suggests, but a simple ability or occurrence of casually floating in the air (apparently under her own control for the most part) remaining in the same general area relative to the coach and somehow controlling the horses as well. There are no mishaps and no drama. In fact, the girl seems to be mildly amused or at least cheerful about her endeavor. At times, she seems to be a silhouette inside the stagecoach, but this is ambiguous as she is continuously the driver.

Afternoon of March 1, 2015. Sunday.



I am seemingly a part of a residual memory of a scene from the “Time Tunnel” episode “One Way to the Moon” except that it is “actually” happening now and is not part of a television show. I am not directly involved in the environment though; more like maintaining a disembodied (but three-dimensional) perspective just outside of the rocket and moving along at about the same speed with it in outer space.

When the patch is needed, it is in the area where the astronauts are rather than the storage compartment (as in the actual second episode of “Time Tunnel”). A piece of a latch hook canvas is somehow manipulated to cover the hole, which is of course ridiculous since it is only a screen rather than a solid piece. The extra area of the latch hook canvas is then somehow folded over to build a second layer over the hole, which of course, is still pointless. The latch hook canvas piece moves about on its own on the outside of the rocket and is not handled by anyone. Nothing else happens and there is no major concern about the assumed lack of oxygen in the rocket now.

Morning of March 1, 2015. Sunday.



This is, I think, the first clearer dream (though not lucid) that featured the actors from the television show “Supernatural”; Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles (though I did have a short dream of the Castiel character some weeks ago which I did not post anywhere yet).

In my dream I am filming the popular television show with a small hand-held camera. It actually takes me some time before I realize that I am filming “Supernatural” and become more aware of the actors. I eventually notice that I am walking down the sidewalk near commercial businesses with Jared and Jensen (on their right) through a bland urban area in an unknown city. My dream slowly takes on rather strange imagery. The two actors have larger and larger mustaches when I look over at them. At one point, the mustaches look somewhat like three pairs of bird wings (at different angles) hanging down, like three separate mustaches growing and hanging over each other. It is an unusual though interesting “style” I reason. (The three ends on each side do not curve upward but sort of randomly point outward and down in three different layers.)

At first, Jared’s three-tiered mustache seems rather mystical and almost creates an atmosphere of authority (and for some reason reminds me of perhaps an outlaw persona from an old western movie) and very unique personal diversity, yet it also seems “wrong” or “off” somehow, though this strange unlikely imagery and slightly eerie unexplainable feeling about the imagery does not trigger any level of lucidity at all. A little later, as they walk off towards their car, I notice that Jared mostly only has half his proper mustache with the other side (right side of his face) being a very thin half, with only sparse hairs. He seems self-conscious at this and casually covers up that side of his face at random moments. I am not sure how this scene relates to the particular fictional episode of the show, or if it is meant to be integrated as such into the plot.

Later on, I am filming near a large open vestibule directly facing a parking lot. The area does not look familiar though I consider it may be some kind of church. I hear a male mention something about the Winchesters in a loud voice from near the church-like building but I am not sure about what is going on. (It still does not dawn on me that I am dreaming.) An older wealthy-looking woman walks by and I notice some sort of minor disturbance. When I walk closer to the actors, the woman apologizes and says, referring to Jensen, that it is not every day that she gets to see God. This seems vaguely amusing and we all laugh about the remark. When I look down, I notice pieces of her necklace all over the street, both gems and beads and a couple larger yellowish diamond-shaped parts. Apparently, she had gotten excited upon seeing Jensen, absentmindedly grabbed at her throat thus tearing off her necklace, and then bumped into him. Nothing happens after this as I focus more and more on the broken necklace (as my in-dream awareness starts to fade), but I am vaguely wondering if she will even notice it or start to retrieve the pieces.

Morning of February 28, 2015. Saturday.



This is quite honestly one of the most ludicrous dreams I have had in years, if not decades…You have been warned.

I am near the ocean in an unknown and otherwise unfamiliar region. There is a concrete bridge over one area fairly close to the shore. Over time, I notice activity in the water, which appears to be at least two sharks. I am not bothered by the presence of sharks even though I am fairly close to the water’s edge.

At one point, I notice one shark jump onto another one. Looking more closely, I see that they are apparently mating in this way. Not only that, it becomes a bizarre scene. The female shark is on the bottom but is also on a jetski moving normally through the water and actually seeming to be in control of it (I am not certain if she had eaten an implied human rider prior to this - though it seems likely - where else would a shark get a jetski?). The male shark is on her back but eventually appears to have human-like legs at the rear that help him balance over her as well as stand on the jetski. There is a lot of suggestive motion and drama and it goes on for several minutes rather rhythmically and with no sense of comedy or lack of logic.

Later on, a few other (unknown) people are in the area. A very long giant (but thin) snake is on the shore (though I see part of its body in the water at one point). It is not like a sea serpent, just like a giant coral snake or similar. I watch its huge head look down at me at one point but do not feel remotely threatened. When it gets closer to me, I start thinking about old monster movies. I start thinking that the motion of the snake is starting to look like stop motion animation from the 1960s.

From here, there is an idea that the giant snake is knocking down skyscrapers that line one area of the shore. I start watching the action and become aware of a scene that looks mostly like pieces of walls and furniture raining down for a very long time - almost like a continuous “waterfall” of broken pieces of chairs and tables and small random pieces of the buildings, mostly cascading in the same general areas throughout, which makes it seem unrealistic. (I am not lucid at any point.)

Morning of February 27, 2015. Friday.

Dream #: 17,602-03. Reading time: 1 min 44 sec.



I am on a city bus with my wife Zsuzsanna although I am unsure of the city or region. It is in an unfamiliar commercial area. We are seated near the middle of the left side, Zsuzsanna to my left and me closest the aisle. My mother and older sister Marilyn (both deceased in reality) are at the front of the bus as well as possibly my older sister Carol (also deceased). There are several unknown people on board. The unfamiliar bus driver drives around, seemingly on the correct route (as none of the other passengers complain) but eventually, he runs out of gas. He takes out a case with several thermometer-like devices in it that he uses to measure how much gasoline is left to determine how far the bus will go.

He drives the bus into a big featureless parking lot near a small storefront, stops the bus, and gets out, leaving the main doors open. I soon see him talking to another man about thirty feet to the left of the bus in another part of the parking lot. At this point, I notice that the parking lot is on an incline, though it did not seem so at first.

The bus rolls in reverse. I try to engage the emergency brake, but it does not work. The bus starts rolling side over side (even though the incline is probably no more than twenty degrees), soon becoming a wreck on the other side of the street. The bus driver does not seem concerned and in fact, remains cheerful when approaching the wreck.

Most of the passengers are okay, having no injuries. However, I notice and remark that one female of about twenty had broken her neck and died. She is still sitting in her seat in the same position, though it is back at an angle as well as detached. There is a bone jutting from the front of her neck. I feel sad for her friend even though I did not know them. Zsuzsanna and I (as well as my mother and sisters) are okay. My dream fades from this point.

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It is possible that in many cases (though not all, including prescient or telepathic scenarios) that an accident or vehicle mishap is a metaphor for either the dream being disturbed or the result of an uncomfortable sleeping position. In this case, the bus rolled over, and people also roll over in their sleep. My wife had a stiff neck when waking (which I did not know of until after waking). I can assume transpersonal communication; telepathic (for lack of a better word).

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Morning of February 27, 2015. Friday.



This is a very vivid dream with a couple atypical features, including the loudest audio I have heard in a dream in years. I am in bed with my wife as in reality. However, the room is different to the left. It is an open area for the most part, but there are unidentifiable yet somehow “familiar” cases of some sort all in a row, front to back, possibly about ten of them. I am not even sure what they are meant to hold (DVDs?) or if they are empty or not. It is possible that they are empty and we may be in the process of cleaning them or letting them dry out from being cleaned or perhaps accidentally having gotten wet. Other than the covers being mostly opaque, they have narrow horizontally rectangular “windows” on the front. I think they are also all partly open, or at least a few of them are. I am not sure if they contain pages with sleeves or if so, how many. Again, they do not directly resemble anything I have seen in real life.

My wife remains asleep the whole time I notice a sort of buzzing and shuffling sound which becomes louder over time. At least two of the cases have insects in them, but the type of insect is not fully certain (or there may be more than one type). One may be a large flying cockroach, or some type of beetle (or unnaturally large click beetle or Christmas beetle) or even a dragonfly. I get the impression that the insects have been trapped but are now able to find their way out. I am surprised by how loud their wings are in rubbing together. I get out of bed to see if I can find something to get them with but I end up running, as the sound I had been hearing is so loud, it is one of the loudest sounds I have ever perceived in a dream state. It goes from a seeming insect wing sound to an extraordinarily loud electrical buzzing that is almost like sizzling that I can begin to feel within my head - and it soon dominates the whole environment rather than having a seeming source. Insects do not bother me much in reality, but this one seems to have the potential to cause great harm. It does sound somewhat like a Christmas beetle but greatly amplified and expanded.

I wake up fairly quickly but there is nothing that could have triggered the sound within my dream - the room is actually very quiet except for the very low-level white noise of the fans. Rather than being annoyed by my dream, I am actually intrigued - and amused - by how one can perceive something that loudly and clearly in the dream state. I start to wonder how the brain can generate that loud of an imaginary sound - perhaps related to cellular functions or processes.

The last time I heard a sound of this particular nature was in a dream which was also involving my attempt to “run away from sizzling” - that had several layers of precognition involving 9-11 (long before it happened) and certain types of computer technology. (See link here.)

Morning of February 26, 2015. Thursday.



This was one of those dreams which greatly distorted time (one of those unlikely “alternate timeline” kind of ways) and personalities. However, there are some insignificant parallels between otherwise unrelated personal associations, though they seem somewhat pointless and out-of-place (as well as long-outdated relative to my present life).

In the first part of my dream I find myself in an alley in a basic scene that used to be recurring, but that was more-so years ago. In this case, I find two types of items that have been placed in boxes near dumpsters in an alley near, I believe, a pawn shop. There are a large number of craft items, mostly cross-stitch kits, still new and unopened. One smaller kit seems to be that of a rose. I think about how it would be good to give it to my sister (who is deceased in reality). I also find numerous comic books as well as educational books and some historical magazines relating to war. There are a lot of duplicate items.

For some time, I look through the various books (as well as the boxes in general) and am trying to work out how to get some of it back to my sister’s house, because I eventually gather enough to fill about half of a small room. Two police officers (male and female) stop by for a short time, but there is no concern that I am doing anything wrong. They mostly talk to a few others involved in trying to work out why the boxes are stacked there and if they have the right to take any (because, in fact, it may be related to a delivery to the business rather than the business discarding items). It turns out that my sister’s house is about six to eight blocks away to the east and a couple blocks north from there. Something relative to my awareness shifts in my dream and even though I am not lucid, I am able to pick up the entire collection of items and casually carry it down the street as if I was a “human forklift”. I have no sense of heavier weight carrying this high and wide pile of boxes with both hands out in front of me in an otherwise impossible manner (this seems to be the first time in my life that I have dreamed of this specifically).

The location is La Crosse (America) and it does not “register” that my family and I are living in Australia (in reality). For some reason, my youngest son is sometimes looked after by a female (CS) who has what is now known as Dissociative Identity Disorder (as well as other problems) who had also known my older sister in real life years ago. I only seem to think about this as concern begins to grow as my dream progresses and the false back story is vaguely built. It seems this female may even be living downstairs in my sister’s house and taking care of a (unknown) boy and girl as well as my youngest son at times. I am not sure why my wife would not be taking care of him when I am not home. Our other children do not seem to be present at any point. Both my sister and her friend are as they would have appeared about thirty years ago though my son appears as he should. In my dream, I get the impression that my wife and family and I live across the street from my sister, though again, the back story is not that clear.

The level of alteration and distortion at this point is quite unwarranted (which is somewhat atypical of how my dreams usually unfold). However, it may be partly based on long-resolved or “extinct” concerns - relating more to my wife’s mother in some ways than my sister’s friend (both are extremely deceitful troublemakers). Somehow, my youngest son may not even be clear on who I am due to how long I have supposedly been absent (which has never been the case in reality with any of our children). At one point, my son says “I know who you are” as if speaking to someone who is not actually me and in a negative sense. When I speak to my sister about the problematic female that has likely misguided my youngest son, my sister starts out saying “I feel…” (as if ready to defend that person for some reason) but I interrupt immediately by sarcastically saying “you feel…what?” (This may be some sort of subtle awareness that my dream self knew she had died; even showing an undue in-dream meanness towards her.) From here, my dream decays, but there remains a very unlikely nature to the entire scenario. Although it is typical for many types of dreams, even ones closer to one’s real life path, to get everything wrong (other than any mixed literally or visually precognitive and remote viewing layers) this one was more distorted than usual.

Morning of February 25, 2015. Wednesday.



In my dream, I am at an unknown location (though likely in Australia as some of my wife’s relatives are there). It is an enormous room (with many smaller rooms connected to it, some office-like) that is like some sort of setup for a business seminar - seemingly, at least in part, related to advertising slogans, television commercials, and catchphrases. My wife’s oldest half-sister is there, seemingly annoyed by my presence. Several times, I transform the implications of what is being said in the particular presented slogan (usually using the same number of syllables and phonemes) into my opinion of people in the region. I do not recall all the changes I make, but one contains the word “backwards” which indicates the people are backwards in my view. Later, my wife’s oldest half-sister gets up and makes an announcement about me, most of what she says being nonsense. For some reason, she says (with contempt) that I am a Mormon - and makes other ludicrous comments.

Meanwhile, my wife is in another room, doing some sort of questionable and tiresome work she does not like at all but is totally passive to it for possibly a corrupt business or local government, relative to filling out forms or making detailed lists of other people (recurring dream plot). The oppressive authority of the business people over other people’s lives seems exaggerated in-dream, though in reality, it really is not much different in my experience. I decide that my wife and I will leave even though she is still to do more for at least two businessmen. I decide that I will protect her from this endeavor and the thoughtless intrusive older businessmen who act as if they own her or as if she “owes” them anything.

Over time, though I am not lucid, I take on an essence that supposedly represents Gitchi Manitou and I am in tribal dress at times, with numerous abilities (teleportation, flight, pyrokinesis, infinite physical strength, etc). I even say “I am Manitou” while hovering near crowds in an urban area. During the time when the seminar part of my dream shifts, I focus and cause many of the windows to explode outward and I then fly through one of the large broken windows with my wife.

Eventually, it turns out that I have an enemy. It is a powerful being in the form of an albino male with jagged teeth and solely hostile intentions, though he is somewhat jester-like in appearance and dress at times. The subplot of the two businessmen also becomes dominant at times. I end up threatening them, teleporting them, and holding them over an area near a cliff until they stop trying to get my wife to finish certain forms and lists.

My albino enemy is intent on destroying me, but we are about equally matched in power for the most part. Clusters of knives fly at me but I reverse their path and they cut through him though do not hurt him (solely because they are his - an in-dream folly, of course). We fight in several different scenes near areas in a city and around crowds of people. Over time, I do seem to maintain an advantage. I also sing and chant loudly and rhythmically at some points, as I fly and float around (mostly in standing or partly diagonally forward positions), feeling very strong and aware. Over time, I apparently weaken my enemy more and more.

Later on, my dream seems to shift into indicating a long passage of time had gone by. I am hovering inside a shopping mall, still having flown around a bit with my family. I see my enemy walking in the hall. When I speak to him, he calmly says “I’m a mortal now”. He no longer has any power or threatening presence and works in a carnival. He also has no interest in fighting me even at a human level anymore. Strangely enough (though I am uncertain of my motive), I offer to give him some of his power back. He seems a bit irritated that I would do this (rather than thankful - but then he had always wanted to eliminate me), but soon accepts. We even have a long friendly conversation, sharing information about our ancestry.

Later, there is a carnival set up in an empty parking lot near a large shopping mall where he is going to perform magic tricks. Three random girls are chosen from the large audience. He has them stand in a triangular formation. Shortly, one is struck by several bolts of scattered lightning (the farthest one back at the point or “triangle top”), the one on the left in front is pounded relentlessly by “compressed” rain that only falls in the area she is standing, and the one on the right is fatally sunburned with visible sunbeams in her area only. All of them die almost immediately while screaming in pain. This does not impress me, especially as most of the audience just sits around as if nothing has happened rather than trying to escape this lunatic “magician”. I calmly take my wife to another outside area of the mall closer to the entrance and we sit and share romantic conversation and closeness as I continue to hear people shriek in the background, just around the corner of where we are sitting. It does not seem to bother me at all.

Afternoon of February 24, 2015. Tuesday.



In my dream, I am firstly at our present house on W Street. Though I am not lucid, the theme of moving into a large new expensive house unfolds. At one point near the beginning, my wife buys an unusual rare breed of cat (while in town to otherwise collect a parcel at the post office) and had brought it home. It cost over three hundred dollars and I am concerned about the price at first. However, there are several scenes where I pet it in the house and it seems very majestic and tame even though it is about one and a half times bigger than a normal house cat and apparently has a wild breed as at least one grandparent (I mention something in-dream about how it resembles the bobcat hybrid my family had in Florida when I was a teenager even though the one in-dream is mostly gray). Cats sometimes act strangely in dreams, but this one acts very calm and is very realistically catlike in appearance and movement. The sense of touch is enhanced during this part, as I clearly feel the texture of its face and fur several times.

Later, my oldest son and oldest daughter decide to go with me to see the new house for the first time. A new car automatically drives itself to our present house (recurring dream event since young adulthood). From there, I just drive mostly west, feeling very happy and relaxed, but not really with the knowledge of where our supposed new home is. I drive across the grounds of what looks like a large (unknown) college, driving very close to the outer walls at times. At one point later on, I notice, to my left, three females who look very similar and are standing around together. They are skinny and sickly looking and are possibly prostitutes, alcoholics, or drug users or all of the above. I keep driving to the unknown location, not wanting to even stop in this part of the city now or at any time in the future. I seem to be going northwest at this point.

Finally, we seem to reach our destination. It is an extremely large house that is possibly the size of half a city block or bigger, although I think it is all on one floor. We go into a very large room where everything has a deep chocolate color including the carpeting and furniture. The walls have a waffle-like texture, seemingly covered by a cloth-like surface. There are four rooms with large plasma televisions. Even the kitchen has one on the counter (which is strange as my family does not watch much television). I feel very happy and healthy in my dream’s environment.

Another male, seemingly a businessman and wearing glasses, is there in an extraordinarily large kitchen (as big as a restaurant), looking as if he is ready to leave and putting some documents in a suitcase that sits on the counter. I am not sure if he is the one that sold (or gave) me the house or if he had been here only to bring out the televisions or to check something. I ask him if he wants (or needs to borrow) one of my cars (apparently I have several new sports cars). He says no but he asks me if he can borrow six dollars. I give him ten dollars, telling him to keep it. He leaves without incident right after this.

From here, I look around more, exploring the western sections of this huge house. I walk through what seems like a large empty garage. A smaller garage stems off to the north from the main one that continues somewhat hall-like and westerly. There seem to be a few more garages within garages in different areas. I focus on the concrete block wall at the very west end and am glad the house is heavily blocked off from the rest of the neighborhood, likely soundproof as well as impenetrable. I am then contemplating going back and getting the other members of my family.

Morning of February 22, 2015. Sunday.

Dream #: 17,597-03. Reading time (optimized): 1 min.



My gadget dream starts with my youngest son’s birthday (which was in real life recently). My attention is on a miniature Coca-Cola vending machine that changes over time. I look into it from the upper part of the back, and it is bigger inside. I see metallic mechanisms in the inner compartment. The toys are within the mostly hollow mechanical sections instead of the front for distribution.

I retrieve a couple of items from it. I look farther down and notice several cut-out daily black-and-white comic strips taped upside-down over the internal silver walls. One, with four panels, features crows flying around and seemingly attacking Mary Worth. I think about taking the comic strips out to read, but I do not as they seem too far down to reach and pull out.

After I examine the inside of the toy vending machine, I give my son two of the presents from it. One is a raccoon figure (possibly a windup toy) and the other a jigsaw puzzle, made from packing peanuts, of a squirrel. It is in a small transparent pillow-shaped bag. Zsuzsanna cheerily complains about its quality. We leave it unopened because of already having an identical puzzle (false memory). I suspect the pieces are too soft to stay connected, and they also crumble. We will likely discard the duplicate.

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The raccoon figure is likely an association with one lost at a previous address, but which had belonged to our oldest son. The puzzle is an association with being in liminal space.

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Morning of February 21, 2015. Saturday.



This is a fairly short dream that plays out somewhat like the art and style of Ernie Bushmiller. The main focus and “prop” is a large wooden three-tired empty bookcase in a mostly featureless room in an undefined location. There are three unknown male characters who are rendered somewhat comic-strip-like. It is not like I am disembodied at the scene but watching the scenario through a large portal. It is not rendered all that realistically and the depth is not very defined; it is almost like a “living comic strip”.

One male approaches the bookcase (which is on the right side of my perspective) and I am aware that he is going to sleep in the top shelf (without any bedding apparently, and while fully dressed) as if it were some sort of three-storey bunk-bed. Not much happens after this. The other two are somewhat cheerful but remain standing. For a vague moment, there is an association with some sort of concept of a challenge regarding (unknown) indoctrination.

It is possible that this sequence has something to do with the phrase “bunker down” as associated with “batten down” as they have been repeating this phrase over and over during the recent cyclone warning which has now passed.

Morning of February 20, 2015. Friday.

Dream #: 17,595-02. Reading time: 1 min 26 sec.



It is a physically uncomfortable dream, though not intense, that occurs only when an object aids my flight. I mostly fly around in a standing or cross-legged position. Most situations occur in the early afternoon in unfamiliar commercial areas.

I have a cell phone that serves as a flying device. (I do not own one in reality). It is uncomfortable in that I have to hold onto it as it lifts me into the air. For the most part, I only fly above the rooftops of two-storey buildings. At times, my speed picks up, but I mostly fly slowly, sometimes pulling my legs up into a cross-legged position. There are a few times where I need to rise above utility lines.

My sense of touch is vivid as I feel the device buzzing and vibrating in my hands as I hold onto it. The faster the vibrations, the quicker and higher I fly. There are times when I relax, resulting in a more elevated flight. At one point, Zsuzsanna is holding onto me (mostly my torso) and we fly together.

I notice two compartments accessed by a thin detachable lid (opening from the left). Each holds an AA battery. They are vertical on the back, near the edge of the right side, divided by a featureless surface of about the same length as the compartments. I notice, after having used the cell phone to fly for some time, that there is only a battery in the bottom chamber. I decide to add a new one in the higher compartment (taking it from my shirt pocket). I do this while in flight while only about two feet above the sidewalk. It results in the cell phone lifting me higher and for longer.

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Typical dream fallacy dominates this experience. Not having all the batteries in a device would result in it not working. I have always found it intriguing how erroneous dreams are. Although I was physically uncomfortable while flying around with my arms up holding onto something small, it did not bring about lucidity.

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This dream is similar to one from December 21, 1969, where I held onto a book to fly.

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Morning of February 18, 2015. Wednesday.



My family and I are seemingly living back on Barolin Street though the house is somewhat different in layout. The side porch for the south entrance is much bigger and with an additional railing on the west side and there is a couch along the north wall where there is otherwise a doorway.

In my dream however, we are living in the house that is supposedly being fixed up (except, again, it is actually the house from our last address, not the one next door presently in real life). An unknown female and an unknown male are responsible for the endless tortuous hammering. The male has a ladder going up above the steps of the side porch that appears to reach the roof. When I look to my right after glancing out the side entrance, I notice a random cluster of a few boards of various short lengths nailed at odd angles to the railing, but only in one smaller area, which seems rather pointless.

In the living room, I notice the west wall has an unusual appearance. The narrower wall boards are horizontal and have longer gaps between them (similar to some areas of the floor in our present home in real life but with wider gaps). There are additional layers over the first wall of several very small boards nailed over it at odd random angles (but mostly oriented to the vertical), not over the entire wall but in smaller clusters somewhat suggestive of isolated rectangles overall, also suggestive of extremely sloppy patchwork. For some reason, this seems amusing to me and reflects the nature of everyman as well as humorously representing the person who has been randomly hammering various parts of the small house over and over for a year (since the end of February 2014). Still, I do not become lucid at the absurd appearance of the house.

Having endured months of random hammering (of various volumes, tones, and resonances) in the small wooden house next door in real life - related to a rather absurd and incompetent attempt at renovation (by one of those people who think they can do anything without the knowledge and skills), this particular dream was not really that stressful but more like comic relief in a way. In the recent past, the house had already been fixed up (almost to the point of being seemingly rebuilt) every few months after each tenant moved out - though this time, it is by far the craziest thing I have ever seen anyone involved in. They actually have spent more time in fixing it up than they have in renting it out over the last several years, though there have been many days of peace with the house being empty and left sitting there for a few weeks or more without anyone working on it.

Morning of February 17, 2015. Tuesday.



This is a rare dream type where a nearly overwhelming odor dominates my dream’s environment (with more potency than real life just as the sense of touch is often augmented in dreams). I have documented only a few of these in my lifetime, the first one featuring the very unpleasant odor of asphalt. In this case, it also has another fairly rare environmental feature where much of the action takes place near and in a corner of a large room, where most of the only objects, characters, or other features are.

I am at a clothing sale in what was once a large store full of items at a large shopping mall apparently in this area or possibly in Brisbane. The room is very large and at what would be on the right side from the main entrance of the mall, though all that remains of the ongoing sale is in one area near a corner. Several unknown saleswomen and cashiers are working, which seems a bit unusual as there are only a few racks of clothing left and hardly any costumers.

I notice a stench coming from somewhere when I go in to look around, though there are not many mens’ clothes left. At first the source of the odor is completely unknown. It has both a chemical and metallic smell. The workers are annoyed and it is possibly keeping any more costumers from maintaining much interest in shopping. I buy a couple pairs of pants and soon find myself in the kitchen at my present home, though its layout is perpendicular (rotated ninety degrees east) to how it is in reality. For some reason I am sitting under the table in the center of the room where there are more clothes piled.

I somehow end up back at the store and approach the large hot water heater that is an odd feature of the store, the only noticeable feature other than the clothing sale area. The tank is near the middle of the wall opposite the entrance. I am clearly aware that the stench is much more potent here. An older male notices me and approaches as I tell him that the stench is coming from just above the hot water tank, which also appears to be leaking somewhat. At first he does not believe me, but when he goes to put his face closer to the top pipe he backs away immediately and nods in confirmation.

Two of the sales ladies come over and frustratingly ask if it has to be replaced and the older male nods. They seem very annoyed at having to replace the device (which I think also doubles as an in-store furnace) when they only have a small amount of inventory left to sell.

Even though the smell became much clearer and more powerful when I was near the hot water heater, there was no smell of any kind in reality after waking (though sometimes “phantom smells” and “phantom tastes” do carry over from dream states).

Morning of February 16, 2015. Monday.



My dream has two main sections and is very long. It begins at a different version of our older home on Stadcor Street in Wavell Heights. However, our house is built directly over the ground (instead of up on stumps) and has a dirt floor, which does not trigger the fact that I am dreaming. I notice a large garden in our living room growing directly from the “floor”. They are large-leafed vine-like plants; possibly cantaloupes. Over time, however, I want to make our house more like a modern home and have our garden outside. It seems somewhat frustrating to me though I do notice sheets of vinyl and carpet over some areas of the dirt floor in different rooms, but only covering about half the area. This combination of vinyl or carpet over a dirt floor seems more aggravating than just having a dirt floor throughout.

Zsuzsanna comes in and tells me that she is going to visit an older lady that she knew when she was younger. Before visiting her, she decides to become fifteen years old again so there will not be any confusion as to who she is, as the older lady will recognize her more easily. This does not at all seem unusual to me but I start to worry about her as she leaves on her bicycle - the one she apparently had at that time when she knew this person - and “calls it into existence” as such again. Instead of this scene triggering lucidity, I instead eventually decide that I will catch up to her to make sure she stays safe. Of course, to do this, I take to the air to fly (still not becoming lucid).

I fly over what seems like a resort near a beach, but there is also an urban area. Flying down and around the people does not surprise them that much. In fact, one shirtless chubby male in swimming trunks waves at me from a lawn chair. I do have to dodge a few power lines. I also briefly see Zsa Zsa Gabor (very old) who regards me without emotion.

I fly in a semicircular path and land in an industrial area near a fence and see my wife approaching on her bicycle (which for a short time seems to be a three-wheeled rickshaw with packages on the seat to her right - however it is soon a bicycle again). She seems cheerful and okay as she soon hears me calling out her name (“Suzi”) rather loudly. Three unknown people are there and I start randomly talking to them about others in the area as my wife approaches on bicycle. One unknown male claims they are my relatives and that the person I thought was Zsa Zsa Gabor may actually be an elderly lady I visited as a child whose surname (real-life as well) was Love. I am not sure if the surname he gives for himself is Toms or Thomas (though I do hear “Toms” at first, it seems).

My wife is happy to see me and seems about twenty years old now. We decide to fly off together, but first, I must hide her bicycle so that no one steals it. I use telekinesis (still not lucid) and move it to near the sidewalk. From here, I transform the bicycle now lying on its side into a red fire hydrant which rises slowly from the ground as it forms and becomes harder and more uniform. My apparently fictional relatives gaze at the fire hydrant quite oddly as if they know I am deliberately being obnoxious to them by manifesting a metaphorical erection so boldly (albeit with supposed witchcraft).

My wife and I fly around while holding each other close, though there are several annoying younger chubby males who seem to not like us being there and suspect us of being witches intent on destroying their town. We fly near a higher hill overlooking the town where there are other people entering a cave above a cliff. These people seem more intelligent and spiritual than the people below in the adjacent town but we do not converse with them.

A few of the other males in the resort area soon somehow develop the ability to fly. This annoys me because they are now a threat. My wife and I move apart and run about in the air, about ten feet from the ground, to distract them from going in just one direction. Soon, the palm of my right hand grows a mouth with sharp shark-like teeth and my arm stretches several times its normal length to become an octopus tentacle reaching all the way to the ground. Any male that flies near either of us is grabbed and either “eaten” or thrown down hard enough to disintegrate them.

I flip backwards in midair, my body arcing back as I hover above the town and I then mentally force a newly declared “truth” that no other person from this town will ever be able to fly. This works (in this particular dream) and I feel strongly that no one else will ever fly or be a threat at least when we are flying. “Let’s get away from this looney bin,” I say to my wife.

My wife and I again hold each other in flight and we converse about how timeless and ageless our love has been and even make subtle in-jokes about our years of romance and bizarre experiences with humanity and their typically strange and limiting beliefs. It dawns on me yet again that I knew of her existence just before I was born (and even longer before she was born).

In the back of my mind, I vaguely contemplate the earthquake that rattled our house in a sweeping wave a few hours before in real life. It seemed to move from the front room where I was, under my feet, continuing in a vibrating wave almost as if a large animal was moving underground northeast to southwest with moderate speed. I could actually feel the floorboards vibrating in sequence from the front to the back of the house as I heard it move through my oldest son’s room in the same way - my first real earthquake. I was not aware they occurred like this; that is, as if traveling from one area to another like a wave, as I had always thought the ground shook in the same place for a time as in movies.