Blue_Opossum

Morning of December 11, 2014. Thursday.

Dream #: 17,524-02. Reading time: 1 min 45 sec.



I seem to be part of a crew that is making a documentary about wild animals. The jungle scenes occur locally, possibly at the park a block from where we presently live in real life. At one point there are two different species of spider monkeys side by side with other animals including two lion cubs on the top plank, to the right of the monkeys on the lowest plank. They are on a shelf-like structure (facing south) that resembles a three-dimensional duck shoot with three levels, though it is for filming purposes only - as the animals remain still. Even though the monkeys look mostly the same, the one on the left starts attacking the one on the right. Both of them take off to climb trees again with a lioness in pursuit. My viewpoint sometimes seems to be from mid-tree-level, but I never feel threatened by the lions even though the perspective is very close to my dream self’s “face.”

The lions climb straight up the tree, and even over small thin branches without breaking them. The monkeys still get away by jumping to another tree, yet they have to keep doing this, as the lions do not give up. I see both male and female lions climbing the tree in this manner.

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Ultimately, monkeys are just another form of vestibular system correlation due to their ability to climb trees and my subliminal association with that fact while in the dream state. Lions are a waking alert factor.

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In a separate section of my dream, Zsuzsanna and I are looking at an abandoned building from across the street. It seems to be a warehouse. There is a vague false recall of having been in the building earlier and reaching an area where one could see outside through a small hole, yet not be able to leave.

As we gaze at the building from a parking lot or section of sidewalk, I focus on the wall to deliberately (without lucidity) create more holes to allow me to see into the building. It seems empty, though there is concrete debris on the floor. I use a telekinetic force. I do not perceive my ability as being a result of being in the dream state. I continue to open the wall until my dream loses cohesion.

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Warehouses are typically the last setting to occur in the sleep cycle as a form of liminal space discernment. Wall mediation also occurs here as my emerging consciousness activates. As validated here, dream control and lucid dreaming are unrelated. Still, my dream self understands the dreaming processes even without my waking self realization.

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Morning of December 10, 2014. Wednesday.



This dream was fairly short but the theme was quite different. In my dream, my wife and family and I seem to be living in either a different house - or what actually seems more like a different version of the house we presently reside in. (I say this because the general orientation feels the same and stays as such after waking in otherwise transient afterthought.)

The house has a hallway that goes from north to south and into an area that is different than reality. The east wall of this fictional hallway is what is ordinarily a large space open to the kitchen. In the left upper corner of the doorway-like area at the south end of the hallway is a rather small birdcage within which is a small bird. It appears somewhat like a young or miniature roadrunner (have not seen one in real life since childhood). The mostly square cage is tipped at about forty-five degrees, so that it actually looks somewhat diamond-shaped.

At one point, I end up with a large (chicken) egg. I have rarely eaten eggs in any form (other than in processed foods of course) in my lifetime. In my dream, after a conversation with my wife, it turns out to be a special sort of egg; a type that is not that common but is still good to eat (and supposedly more beneficial than “normal” eggs).

I decide to eat this special egg due to its supposed augmented nutritious value. Eating is quite rare in my dreams as mentioned before (however, in this dream, both the sense of touch and taste is greatly enhanced). I take the shell off and it already seems like it was hard-boiled even though it was not. The egg white is naturally solid for some reason and I notice it is of a spiny texture. The very minute spines remind me somewhat of a cactus but do not come out or become embedded in my skin as with a cactus pad, yet it feels very realistic for what is implied. It does seem a bit strange and makes me unsure if I should eat that part.

Eventually, I do start to eat all of it and it does not taste unusual (which is atypical of dreams - many tasting events in dreams are odd and different than reality). The inside seems much more like a lily than an egg; that is, with several ovules. This is possibly an implication that several small chicks could somehow hatch from one egg.

Later, I have a concern about the bird having had enough food recently. The cage seems a bit too high for my wife or children to reach and I do not recall feeding it recently. However, when I go under the cage and look up, I see that it has plenty of two types of seeds across one entire side of the cage, one somewhat corn-like, and the other much smaller (roadrunners actually eat meat and carrion, even rattlesnakes). My perspective is skewed, however, as my dream’s logic and law of gravity fails. That is, the seeds are not falling through the spaces of the cage as they should but are somehow suspended in the air over an “invisible surface” (though which is not actually present). I contemplate this wrongness in the back of my mind though it does not fully dawn on me that I am dreaming even though another part of me seems to be telling me that I am making my dream myself and doing this to indicate it is a dream. I also get the idea that when I throw fresh food up into the bird cage through the wire, it will somehow not fall out.



The complex special egg likely represents my intended new enhancements of my dream work in the coming year. Even though I had been continuously fully validated and satisfied years ago via thousands of precognitive and useful dreams and dream work (especially since 1991), I have decided to pursue an enhanced potential in 2015 even though there has been no real need for it for over twenty years other than enhancing what I already know. Usually when I do this, my dreams tend to be more energized yet also more surreal in some ways. Instead of just sitting on the supposed apex of my life (and having resolved most of my childhood dreams), I am sure I can do more.

Morning of December 10, 2014. Wednesday.



This was another atypical dream that was quite impersonal yet at the same time very vivid and somehow seemingly connected to something very important, though ambiguous and mystical as well. Something in-dream puzzles me in a negative sense. It is not quite ominous but almost (though vaguely).

I discover a large cave which seemingly has something to do with my family history…

Before getting into this, there is another dream or dream segment prior to this one. It seems quite random in the associations. I am in the living room on Loomis Street and my sister (deceased) “visits” as if the house is not hers at the time. However, she looks a little more like an Alaskan Native who I only saw once in real life when she visited my sister’s husband. Over time, however, I notice that I had been talking to an unfamiliar Caucasian male. He is talking about the War of 1812 and some other historical events connected with my family yet also mentions Arawak (rather than the actual Shawnee relationship) and I see it on a piece of paper he is showing me. A person changing completely from one to another has happened before in my dreams but is not all that common, and although I am quite aware it has happened I do not say anything or become fully lucid.

In a seemingly unrelated set of circumstances, I go into a large cave and from here, there are very strange and atypical perspectives. The cave seems to hold an infinite collection of golden “wheels” though the imagery and vague thoughts make me somewhat puzzled and almost uncomfortable. There is one large wheel that is a version of Vitruvian Man, which seems to be the main “real” wheel and the first one produced by perhaps an ancient entity or extinct civilization.

Along the wall, standing on edge, are thousands of other “wheels”, mostly all identical, portraying either a young boy (I vaguely perceive to be a younger version of myself at one point) or girl in the same manner as Vitruvian Man but seemingly only endless copies thereof. I am not sure what to think and I am not sure of their purpose. They are life-sized. I ponder if they could possibly represent real people somehow (for an unexplained reason), though that seems unlikely since, again, the smaller wheels all seem like duplicates. Still, there is a strong sense of mystery and possibly a mystical anomaly. (Interestingly, there is no in-dream adult “Vitruvian Woman” that I know of though I may have missed it.) There does seem to be more to them than their potential of just being wheels. A pentagram is visible and fairly defined over the Vitruvian Man image, and the same is true for the other “wheels”.

In reality, the pentagram is only an assumption associated with Vitruvian Man, and there is also one version with an added hexagram (a completely different perspective), as well as a square divided into four triangles and many other variations of entirely different associations. This seems to be evidence, in a way, of how people “pigeonhole” their own thoughts into a different perspective than the evidence given (even of their own eyes) while not relating to the views or experiences of others. For example, I have validated thousands of detailed precognitive experiences (far too visually precise to be coincidence - and I certainly cannot “unremember” what has happened in my life since birth) on a day to day basis - even based my life’s continuity on that reliability and “dreams becoming real” (especially in marrying my seemingly predestined “mystery girl” - or at least attained by my soul through childhood remote viewing - which seems the only possible explanation), yet many others seem to be lacking the ability to believe such a perspective while many others have it minimally but not every day and only some seem to use it actively (other than for personal contemplation).

There must be a reason while some (such as myself) are “allowed to get that far” so to speak while many others (even older than me) do not even believe in it in the first place (as well as holding onto hundreds of outdated myths about dreams), so thus never even “begin” to enter dream work potential (even those who have supposedly documented their dreams for a long time). They also have an entirely different view of life, often defeatist or negative in relationship to my own path, and I clearly remember thinking this even at a very young age. This perhaps is my strangest puzzle - even stranger now in the apex of my life’s path (or maybe it is only the beginning of a new potential apex regardless of my age - my own landlady lived to be over a hundred after all).

The very meaning of “average” or “normal” is by that which is not average, common, or normal at all. In other words, “average” only comes about by combining everything and then dividing it - which then only presents a mundane and skewed view of what really exists or is possible (especially regarding outliers such as myself, but outliers in general, including long-term diverse experiences).

I do not yet know the meaning behind this particular dream yet, though. There is a vague association in afterthought with the John Lennon song “Watching the Wheels” though I doubt this was the main instigation for this particular dream.

Morning of December 9, 2014. Tuesday.



I had a typical semi-lucid “make everything crash and explode” dream of much the same nature as from childhood, though the childhood dreams mostly related to deliberately making cars slide around on a highway and crash into each other. Normally, I am never directly focused on the humanity involved in such disasters.

In the first part, from a distance, I deliberately (with telekinesis) cause a 747 to lose altitude and crash into the middle of a city (I guess influence from “The Medusa Touch” movie from 1978 never wore off). From there, I teleport to the location and then cause parts of the still-exploding-and-burning plane to hit a specific bus and then guide certain pieces of that bus (starting with the separated bottom, sides, and roof), to fly a fair distance through the streets of a residential neighborhood to wreak additional havoc. I have no concern of being hit by flying, exploding, and burning pieces even though they are fairly close to me at times. I feel much younger and am fast on my feet.

Later on, there is a scene with several unknown people, mostly males. One has what seems first like a toy flintlock pistol. Over time, after seeming mostly toy-like, I then have a closer look at it and it seems to be a real rifle in some ways, appearing much larger. I take aim with it in a realistically rendered manner but eventually give it back to the other male. It still seems somewhat distorted (toy-like) and with foil-covered plastic parts, including the hammer and trigger. Another unknown male on the other side of the street seems to be communicating particular sentences with me with facial expressions alone, though I do not recall any ideas from the “conversation”.

In an earlier dream, I am reading some sort of Internet-like screen, though it seems to be something different than the Internet. Apparently, it is some sort of forum-like communication but more indirect to where postal mail or something similar is implemented. An unknown female “talks” of a friend’s dream (with hand-printed writing) that featured a window and then asks what a window means in dreams.

I write a long paragraph of what windows (when as a dominant feature or main focus) in dreams have meant for me. I explain how a window can represent a portal between different levels of consciousness or focused awareness. I reflect on one dream where I seemed to be “stuck” in a window, half in and half out, and was semi-lucid at the same time, but in an uncomfortable frame of mind, both unable to wake when I wanted yet unable to enter back into deeper sleep. In another dream I had crawled through a window and became far more lucid than I had been prior to that - a lucidity more defined than some waking states. I relate how looking through a window in some dreams seems akin to watching television in reality. Finally, in a dream from childhood, having jumped from a bridge (while pursued by a brontosaurus), I landed on a window, breaking it, thus “breaking” my dream (I could no longer look up and back into the previous dream scene and see any sign of the brontosaurus) and setting about the waking process by then picking parts of the “broken dream” out of my feet and path.

At any rate, my hand-printed message, in ink, takes up about half a page. There are other things on the paper, which look to be similar to an order form or application of some kind. I plan to scan it and then send the scan digitally, I think.

Morning of December 8, 2014. Monday.

Dream #: 17,521-02. Reading time: 2 min 21 sec.



There is a first time for everything, including the bizarre method of travel I use in this dream. I need to buy food for my family. There are magazines that I plan on taking to the store in a bag I will tie around my bicycle handles. Someone is visiting my family, and I do not want them to read my books or lose them. I soon decide that it may not be a good idea because the cashier might think that I got the magazines there and put them in the bag without paying. (This makes little sense as I would not be taking my bicycle into the store.) Later, I decide to put them in a bookcase under the bottom shelf on the floor, as a visitor may not think to look there.

The time is ambiguous and seems to alternate between night and day. Instead of riding a bicycle to the store, I cheerfully indulge in an impossible way to travel while feeling as if I am showing off. I slide on my stomach in the street, closer to the curb, with my right hand stretched out ahead of me. My right hand is pressing palm down on what seems to be a circular section of sandpaper, rough side down, which I use to move quickly. I slide rapidly down the street on my stomach without feeling much resistance. There is not much friction in this method of travel, and it is not uncomfortable. I notice other people on the sidewalk and a few people in their yards including a couple working in their garden. I quickly slide past them, wondering what they are thinking. I pass a few cars.

At one point, an unfamiliar young boy, though older than my youngest son, is also traveling this way on my right. I become annoyed that he matches my speed. I eventually get to the grocery store, which is small and does not have many items. I think I will put the groceries on my back in a knapsack as I travel back home in the same way.

I consider buying a bottled drink, maybe fruit juice, perhaps carbonated. However, there are only about five bottles near the checkout and to my right, and they are bent or broken at the top. Another male of about sixty picks up a damaged bottle. It breaks near the neck. I tell the man that they are unsuitable for purchase. He makes a random comment about recently living in a third world country, but I do not recall its name. (This partly reflects a real-life event where I watched a man pick up a cheap glass in a store, and it shattered, possibly from the heat of his hand. He had to get it bandaged.)

Later, I go to an area to buy some bread rolls that have small meat-based meals inside them. However, one must use a store-supplied fork to take them out of the cluster in which they are arranged (similar to how one uses tongs in real life to take individual buns from their display case). A long section of the display contains something that resembles the remains of a big turkey dinner, with several pieces of silverware submerged in grease. It seems strange and unhygienic. I take a fork out of the fat and use it to try to remove two buns from the shelf, but they mostly fall apart. My dream loses cohesion at this point, and I do not keep anything to buy.

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Morning of December 8, 2014. Monday.



I believe it is in the morning, possibly about nine o'clock. I am not sure of the location. There is a chair full of textbooks, notebooks, papers, and possibly other printed materials. I seem to be seated at least five feet away from this other chair.

Over time, fully convinced I am awake, I start to try to will a folded piece of paper on the top of the stack to move. There is a sense of control and “connection” somehow, though it is very slight. The piece of paper actually slides to the left and flies across the room to land on the floor. My mother makes an appearance a couple of times, and strangely enough, this seems normal to me (she died years ago, in fact).

Even though my telekinesis dreams are so vivid and lifelike otherwise, I rarely get the hint or idea that I am dreaming. In fact, I usually wake from such dreams with a sense of disappointment (as well as feeling slightly foolish). This, and being able to hover and fly about in a fetal position, is a very common in-dream ability. The hovering, however, sometimes triggers vivid lucidity.

I am contemplating the nature of my seemingly new ability and try several more times after putting the folded paper back. It works each time, and the paper slides and flies to the left of the room in the same way. At one point, I have a vague idea that the event might have been caused by the wind, but this is not the case. I am able to perform telekinesis a few more times.

Finally, I decide to try it on something else. I look at the dining room table and notice a few clothes scattered over it. There is an empty cola can sitting near the edge. I will the can to slide towards me and fall off the table but then fly into my hand (as is common in such dreams). However, I soon wake and wonder how I did not detect it was a dream.

Morning of December 8, 2014. Monday.



This is possibly the first time I have dreamt of such an event, at least in such a vivid way and over a longer time period (my dream being quite long). Even though it is a natural disaster dream, there is a feeling of continual interest and excitement though I am not lucid. The imagery, especially at the end, is quite attractive.

I am not sure where my wife and family and I are living. It seems to be in La Crosse but in an area I have not actually ever lived in reality - it seems like it is likely to be a certain part of Wood Street. Our front yard seemingly faces the west. After a time, a sandstorm approaches from the east. We are firstly indoors. Over time, there are at least four waves. At one point, I hold onto our youngest daughter to help keep the sand from her eyes and to stop her from wandering off.

We are outside with other people at the front of our house, which we use for protection from the strong wind and dust at times. A powerful “wave” of sand approaches and knocks the roof off the house to the right of ours. Also, cars and buses are being carried through the air and dropped a fair distance away. Our house is not damaged in any way even though most others are in the immediate area.

The scenes are rendered very realistically for the most part, except for the appearance of the sky at the end, which is slightly surreal, though I do feel a sense of peace and bliss. At one point, we walk more towards the east (by about three blocks) for some reason, and I look up to see that the sky is filled with very small glowing clouds, sort of trapezoidal in shape and mostly equidistant and in at least eight rows. There are no signs of anymore dust clouds or indication of threat. Daylight is somewhat visible as if it is near dawn.

“It looks like the storm is over,” I say, and an unknown neighbor agrees.

It is possible that my dream signified “shifting my thoughts” in certain ways in preparation for enhanced dream work in 2015. After all, a sandstorm does change the landscape somewhat, the resulting sand dunes being in different locations after the event.

Night of December 5, 2014. Friday. Extensive notes only.



Although I presently have only 1,605 dream-related documents on tumblr (with continuing reference enhancements being added on each over time), which represents only a tiny fraction of my guess of at least 40,000 total, I plan on enhancing my dream work yet again in 2015 (which had already accelerated back in 1968 as a child). This will now start with a number of articles on my personal findings. This of course, is to be very meticulous and “wordy” and is certainly not for the casual reader unless they are seeking techniques for finding relationships in dream elements over a lifetime or are interested in the controversial knowledge that I acquired over the many years.

Here, I will address a recurring fictional location feature that is not only fictional but also “bilocated” with my childhood home in Cubitis. Bilocation (especially of environmental features) has been a very dominant aspect of my dreams since earliest memory, yet I have rarely read about it in the dream work of others. I do not typically include it in my online entries.

What does this mean? Basically, this “eternity bridge” is seemingly a metaphor for my lifespan but only began in November of 1969 (when I first interacted with Susan R a little more). For some reason I have not worked out, November 6 also seems to be the main date where extremely unusual and unexplainable events center around me personally (though I was born on December 20, 1960). I have not solved this enigma, yet.

The “eternity bridge” (short form of what I called it as a child, both “bridge to eternity” and “bridge over a prehistoric world”) is always of the same directional orientation, but not always the same implied height. The first existence of this bridge was bilocated in the northern side yard expanse of my Cubitis house where a shed was in reality - which was the very large building my father built. That is, although my dream’s location was implied to be a completely unknown region, I was simultaneously aware of the bridge’s eventual trilocation (again, very common in my dreams throughout my lifetime). This includes the following details:

The bridge itself was a wooden bridge (actually a plank and rope bridge, but which did not sway very noticeably) - the first version with more and more missing planks as I walked easterly. It was apparently in an isolated region and its first apparent “intent” was to place me over a “prehistoric world” (though with a “futuristic domed city” on the western perimeter, which seemingly contradicts the established “east is the future” association), which I fell into due to stepping near an area with a missing plank.

At the same time, the bridge was bilocated over my Cubitis backyard, northernmost of the house and technically over the rabbit shed. It has never been primarily bilocated anywhere else, only in this exact (fictional) placement, though its last presence being actually a ground-level back road, and just prior to that, a bridge over the “ocean” (the ocean also being in my Cubitis backyard but with skewed perspective).

Near the main version of my dream’s ending it was then also trilocated over the street just south of the West Elementary school building. The area where I met the “mystery girl”, in this case in the form of Brenda W (validated paranormal future wife archetype) and where I seemed to become intensely “within” her (regardless of my young age) was bilocated with the playground; more specifically, the white concrete bench Brenda was sitting on (which had fancy floral scrolls and a cyan essence) and the large oak tree, was bilocated via the northwest corner of the playground as an area of the domed city (Atlantis implied). (The “same” bench, though far more plain, is there in that bilocated spot in reality.) Curiously, the trilocation here was a specific spot in my Cubitis bedroom, fairly close to where I was sleeping at the time.

Only a few people have been in this specific scenario with me over a lifetime. The first main version began with Susan R (the only person other than my wife Zsuzsanna, who I had a seemingly paranormal connection to) walking westerly in the opposite direction to where Brenda and I first ended up walking (however, Brenda does eventually go back but ends up in the domed futuristic city where I reunite with her later). Susan actually walked diagonally down an implied ramp just prior to the implied but ambiguous “entry point” of the beginning of the bridge, which would have been bilocated with the entry point of our Cubitis carport. She had the Blue Pearl (aka “divine blue flame”) event visible around her, though her direction of which suggested she was no longer in my long-term future and I was then “with Brenda W” (though remember she represented my actual future wife long before I knew of her). Brenda then goes back due to more and more planks missing, but I continue on, seemingly out of curiosity or perhaps stubbornness. This suggests that the verified future with the “mystery girl” (my real-life wife) was still being “built” by unknown forces (yet I first had to “explore other scenarios”), though as described earlier, I do end up with her. Brenda W did not have the Blue Pearl associated with her until a very short time before first real-life contact with my wife-to-be many years later, in a very intense dream of a huge blue sun near the “eternity bridge”, but this time more clearly associated with my Cubitis backyard.

Typically, Susan R seemed linked to Christian associations (as my potential partner in life which she seemed to “know” as well) and Brenda W, the “dark mystery” and gypsy (Roma) associations, not in a negative sense, but in a “cheerful” though mysterious futuristic sense - and in the end it was the “mystery girl” who “won” as described in several other entries.

Also, the fact that I met her in a futuristic domed city at the end (though under the bridge in the otherwise prehistoric world), resolved it as very long-term precognitive. In a later version of the dream, we climbed the tree (trilocated with the domed city area, the playground tree, and the Tree of Knowledge in another part of town - which also appeared in a dream around the same time period where Susan R was seated on the “same” bench and crying - later elements of that dream borrowed from “Gay Purr-ee” and which I eventually will go into in another entry) back to the beginning of the “timeline”/bridge.

The “eternity bridge” existence in my dream universe is still going strong. The only relevant associated “players” (other than myself) thus far have been:

Susan R (with Blue Pearl “envelope”) - (late 1960s, early 1970s)
Brenda W and additional ambiguous “mystery girl” composites (1969 through 1990/91)
my beautiful wife Zsuzsanna (since 1991, though we did not marry until 1994)
(as of this month - December 2014) youngest son Oliver, though only in the ground-level area below it.

Assuming the “eternity bridge” is some sort of lifespan or fixed life path construct, I have to question some nuances of my last dream. In the “same” area where I fell through a missing plank area in the first version in 1969, I now, at ground level in December 2014, discover large rusty nails (which I place in a glass Coke bottle so that people will not step on them) which I also vaguely associate with the crucifixion (I am not Christian, by the way). This is cross-dream bilocated with where Oliver seemed to no longer be present in the ocean view dream (though I did not see him as endangered in any way). In one “reset” of the first “eternity bridge” dream set, I go off from the side of the bridge down a south staircase, which was precognitive of several sparse events - one being related to my father’s eventual chicken farm in that same spot, and another matching a location in Brisbane I did not see in reality until I met my wife-to-be in 1994.

In order to truly understand the paranormal (for lack of a better term) nature of this, one would have to understand thousands of validated associations and personal experiences, which of course, is not even possible for the average person (the majority of people cannot even get past a short dream entry of mine unless they have a genuine interest). I can only relate some of the more defined and continuously rendered scenarios of which I am most familiar with.

Any comments or questions on any of this are very welcomed and appreciated.

Morning of December 5, 2014. Friday.



This was a very long dream but which was not all that meandering, as the events seemed related to the main theme for the most part.

My older (half) brother Earl (deceased) is around, but not of a main focus. He has not appeared in that many of my dreams - my guess is that because I was looking at a much older dream (from July 2, 1976 - “Rocket Science”), he was in my stream of consciousness in a minor way. This has happened often before with reviewing older dream work and there are usually other similarities that clarify this. This of course would be evidence that dreams do not always have present significance (which I came to learn many years ago anyway - especially long-term precognitive dreams).

My dream’s setting is not fully familiar, although the Cubitis backyard seems to be a facet of the apparent composite location. There seem to be apartments lining a northerly side of a back road, where the perimeter of the orange grove would have been in reality. The road is vaguely reminiscent of the “eternity bridge” (going on to the east), a recurring locational association that took over the location of the real-life large shed, and is coming to establish a particular symbolic link over my lifetime. I find this interesting and may do an entry on it and the transitions.

My family and I are digging near the roadside as some sort of Halloween game or “treasure hunt” based on some sort of contest involving about three families (this being vaguely related to a real-life Halloween party at the library my two youngest sons also were in). I dig up a colorless pumpkin mask (I first think is a real skull) and show it to my youngest son. There are several other times when I reflect on the likelihood of human remains being nearby due to it also having been a graveyard in the past - although this may only be an assumption. Still, we mostly only find broken pieces of old plastic toys and such. (At this point I almost become lucid. However, I still seem to be aware I am making my own dream but from a subliminal level of self-awareness - hard to explain. It often involves trying to mentally force debris into transforming into human remains solely for the dramatic in-dream impact.)

An older female in the northwest apartment comes out for a short time and seems to wonder what we are doing there but does not speak to us. The time is not quite defined and changes a couple times.

A main vivid and very correctly rendered scene is focused on finding an old glass soda pop bottle which I then put clusters of larger nails into that I find in the same general area, most of which are rusty. I may be putting all the nails into the bottle so no one steps on them later, but there seems to be an additional unknown reason in the back of my mind.

I also dig up a brand new plastic-wrapped A4-sized package that turns out to be an ELA (English Language Arts) worksheet set for a learning module for possibly grade two. I decide to unwrap it and look at the various pages (it is about half an inch thick) - there is very clear detail - it seems to be tied in with spelling and vocabulary for the most part (and may be connected to a CD or other recording type), the pages divided into about four separate task panels, such as letter fill-ins and shorter word lists, including with draw-a-line match-up tasks. I decide that this will be given to my youngest son.

One other major scene begins with what seems like a male and female arguing southeast of our location. The arguing is fairly clear and goes on for several minutes (although the voices are not familiar at all - it may be “scripting” from someone actually arguing on the street outside our house while I am sleeping). They then walk northerly to where we are, continuing to yell at each other. The man is saying something about choking - perhaps relevant to a medical condition - he seems about ten years older than I. My brother Earl punches him in the left side of his face several times, knocking him over each time, near a circular wooden picnic table fairly close to the railroad tracks (which was actually the one in Wisconsin in my sister’s backyard, not ever in Florida).

Soon, the unknown male and his female partner become giant snakes, towering over everyone (by about ten feet). This seems to be based on a particular time expectancy, as some sort of seasonal ritual. Their “job” is to move down upon people to “kiss” them to instigate some sort of seasonal transformation (in the person they “kiss”). I hold a large circular couch pillow (the one we have in real life) over my head and am easily able to ward off the snake by doing this. My dream is not that well-rendered at this time and I eventually wake.

What I find interesting about this last part is that I was semi-aware that I was creating this “attack” upon myself (apparently for the dramatic effect) - thus discounting the theory that entities or “God” influences all dreams (although I have had extremely vivid lucid dreams where I sensed another presence). It seems the older I get, the more I become aware that I am making my dreams on another level even though I am not at all lucid at any point. I have had these realizations often in the past (even as an infant not yet able to walk), which are entirely different from in-dream lucidity. It seems to conflict with popular ideas about dreams.

Additional important note: The giant snake scene seems directly borrowed from a “Pinocchio” View-Master pack (not the Disney version but the Carlo-Collodi version I got for Christmas many years ago and which tied in to many personal associations). Additionally, the reels are round and both the cushion I was holding up and the out-of-place picnic table were round. In fact, there seems to be a vague association with the two notches on a View-Master reel and the potential damage to the pillow caused by the snake’s two fangs; rather ambiguous and nebulous, but very curious.

Morning of December 2, 2014. Tuesday.



Once again, I travel back into “history”, though my Cubitis backyard becomes part of a fictional composite; this time there is an ocean that is mainly south and east instead of the backyard itself, though our house is still there, otherwise looking the same somehow. A high commercial concrete bridge seems to extend east of the carport (with highly ambiguous access plausibility), continuing easterly as far as the eye can see (taking on the implication of my recurring “eternity bridge” regarded in my note below*). I am with my wife Zsuzsanna. Our youngest son Oliver had been playing near the water at one point. It is almost as if we were originally going to go see the ocean (several miles away to the south at first) but instead, the ocean “came to us”.

(*Note: This more commercial bridge has something in common with an equally fictional wooden bridge in the exact same location and orientation from a childhood dream, where it was above a prehistoric swamp, which also seemed to be my backyard at one point though the overall setting was ambiguous as if bilocated.)

I am not sure where our son is at one point, but I do not think he is in any danger. I get the impression that he may be under the bridge on a sandbar. Several items are floating south on the ocean’s surface, each of which our son had been using but had abandoned. There is an inflatable raft, two empty green wheelie bins mostly submerged diagonally, a half-deflated inflatable mattress for a swimming pool, and at least two other items I do not recall. The items are far apart from each other.

Our view seems about thirty feet above the water at this point as I continue to gaze southerly. The floating items seem quite far away to the south as well as far below. I am annoyed at the prospect of having to go out and somehow bring all the items back, especially as they are drifting farther away. My perspective is quite skewed however, as it would be impossible for the view to seem that far away while still supposedly in range of our implied backyard.

In a short time from this point, my dream quite drastically changes the bridge area where I am standing and mostly enjoying the view from - into then being a low section where my wife and I are lying down on a regular mattress floating on the water but our mattress being somehow fixed in position to the rest of the bridge as if it was a part of it. I do not even seem to notice this rather extreme change in height or the silliness of the design. Looking at the water, which is very realistic, I am aware of the approaching shadow of a very large fish about two feet under the surface, which I take to be a shark and which slowly swims easterly, past us. There seem to be a few larger fish, one possibly a tuna, but I mostly see only one at a time. I tell my wife about the shark and move back from the edge in case it comes closer to the surface (but it does not).

I am eventually somewhat concerned for our son, but I seem to realize that he is probably not in the water at this point. Interestingly, I am eventually vaguely aware that I am creating the shark and the other shadowy submerged forms though I am not at all lucid. (This has often happened before, where I had a subtle awareness that I was creating my dream - even the eerie or threatening aspects - yet was not remotely lucid at any point - in a sense that I knew I was manifesting everything but did not actually know I was in a dream state and did not contemplate taking conscious control at any point. It sometimes seems more about “making a movie” or even avant-garde art.)

My wife is to my right, though beyond that side of our mattress is a far less defined environment, which I am not sure is water (the ocean continued northerly) or a half-wall of the old shed (which would occupy the space in reality). I have a vague concern about the shark going in that direction but sense some sort of “barrier”. There is nothing nightmarish about any emotions I hold, even though the perspective is quite vivid. I turn on my side and wake from my dream (in the same position implied in my dream) though I had not moved at all in reality.

Morning of December 2, 2014. Tuesday.



I seem to be involved in a required job at WWTI (now WWTC) rather than going to any actual classes (but which still seems relevant to my grades). However, the only people that seem familiar are old high school classmates (instead of former WWTI classmates), including Steve W. (Steve W probably represents an aspect of government in my later dreams, due to the fact I did poster art for his campaigns in middle school, though he appeared in dreams prior to that). There is one point where I look in from outside at the south end of the building and it seems to be some sort of auto mechanics class, but I do not go in and no one notices me. The room is rather messy, with various tools and pieces of metal lying about.

The room I am eventually in to work is supposedly the girl’s bathroom but is huge and also is a laundry area, apparently. No one else is around (other then the one mentioned later). There are at least two large sinks on the north wall with one modern washing machine between them. An old-fashioned washing machine (the kind with rollers) seems to be in disuse and is out into the middle area. Four enclosed bathroom stalls (doors starting about two feet up from the floor) line the east wall with the door to the right of them. There is another rectangular area that breaks off more to the north on that side so that the room is somewhat L-shaped.

I am feeling somewhat annoyed and do not know quite what to do or where to start. I accidentally knock aside two large stacks of towels (about three feet high) of various colors and patterns (which seem more suited for a residence than institutional), which partly fall out from the side of a torn plaid storage bag (the cheap kind we have several of in real life). I then have to spend time putting them back in order, which is difficult, as the bag is split and should probably be duct-taped.

From here, I try to get the modern washing machine to work, and of course, this being a dream (though I am not lucid) that is very unlikely. I attempt to plug in the cord to the outlet and fire shoots out several times (though there is something else plugged in next to the empty socket, perhaps a hairdryer). I then think of using the older washing machine but I do not think all the parts are working and it seems I have to remove debris from inside it anyway. There are also old boxes, carpentry tools, rolled up sections of wallpaper, and other miscellaneous junk in that part of the room.

Only one female (unknown), wearing blue jeans, comes in during this time and remains in the other section of the room. I do not see her face and I am not aware of when she leaves (though she is gone later). I remain aggravated about what I should wash and what I should leave as is. It seems most everything is washed and in order anyway so I am still wondering why I was sent here to work for about an hour or two. I notice the frayed wires on both cords and start to get more annoyed at the fire and buzzing shooting out of the outlets when I attempt to start working. This seems to be even more problematic, as I ponder what will happen when a particular machine is full of water.



In real life, I had been both a student (during two different years and courses - carpentry and machine tool) yet also a maintenance man and cleaner at WWTI (rather ironic, I suppose). My mother had an old-fashioned roller-type washing machine which I sometimes used on my own as a child. I had also worked in maintenance at a middle school, installing new showers and such. The storage bags actually do split easily in real life sometimes. Electrical outlets often do spit fire where I live (including all past addresses), which is apparently not a real issue and never triggers the safety switch (which only ever seems to randomly misfire - turning all our power off for no reason - which happened just recently).

Morning of December 1, 2014. Monday.



This entry has been abridged and reformatted for use as a study guide.

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In my dream, my family and I as we appear now are living on Gellibrand Street in Clayfield. I am uncertain of the time. My beautiful wife Zsuzsanna confronts a golden cobra that had gotten into our apartment. The activity occurs on our porch. There is an extraordinary awareness of perfect movement and rhythm. She is apparently going to catch it without difficulty. Her visage exhibits no fear. They slowly sway in amazing contrast to each other’s movements and Zsuzsanna exhibits knowledge of martial arts stances. It is like watching a perfect analogy to ballet. Zsuzsanna faces the open entrance to our bedroom (which was originally designed to be a living room) while the snake mostly faces the porch windows.

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Eventually, my dream self’s level of awareness changes. I do not want Zsuzsanna to be in any danger even though she seems adapt at what she is presently doing as if she had done it many times before. I am able to capture the cobra and soon throw it out the back door, which is now that of the Loomis Street house in America. Its open mouth goes over my hand a few times on the way to the back door, but I am in no danger and its bite does not break the skin.

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In the next dream segment, my family and I had gone shopping. I soon realize, looking down, that I am walking on a narrow board that is elevated about three feet from the ground, which is supposedly where many people walk to get from store to store at the shopping mall. The board is no wider than one of my feet. I get really annoyed with this setup and verbally express how ridiculous it is. I jump off and walk along the normal sidewalk from that point.

Soon, I am wondering where our children are and I become worried. Our oldest son is present but the other four are elsewhere. I go under the house, which is a larger and more elevated version of the Clayfield house, and I see that there is water everywhere as well as larger stones.

I have to pull our second-youngest son out of an apparently unused pipe. Our oldest daughter is there and her feet had become stuck when trying to help him. Our youngest son is farther down in the same pipe but I manage to get him out as well, carefully maneuvering him past a couple jagged rocks as I pull him up. They are weak and ill from the cold water. I find an unfamiliar toddler lying on her back who does not appear to be breathing. I first think she is ours, but then she turns out to be a doll, but then turns into someone else’s child and starts giggling and seems healthy. Eventually, our toddler daughter is with the others. We are then immediately all at a hospital (as if having teleported), but in a mostly featureless room with no beds so everyone has to lie on the floor, although a nurse gets a few blankets. I notice that all the children have black fingernails, which indicates frostbite. They are still shivering and seemingly ill.

From here, I project waves of light from my hands, which eventually comes from my entire body. It makes everyone healthier and stronger over time. During this time, I look in a mirror and see a light blue halo over my head as well as patterns of light that resemble holographic angel wings.

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Study questions. I am deliberately including questions meant to expose how asinine “interpretation” is (in the popular usage of the term):

Why did my dream render the porch setting?

Why did my dream render the cobra?

Why was the cobra golden?

What did Zsuzsanna represent?

What did the rescue situation represent?

What does the toddler to doll to toddler represent?

What is the origin of this dream?

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Answers to the above questions:

A porch is a type of autosymbolism that I create to serve as a liminal space buffer during RAS (reticular activating system) mediation, which I learned to do when I was four years old. It has ZERO to do with symbolism in the conventional sense or any factor of real life. It represents a specific state of consciousness that delays RAS modulating the dream state.

The cobra comes from four factors, the fourth explained in the next answer. Factor one is subliminal (non-lucid) control of RAS mediation, which otherwise pulls a dreamer out of the dream state. Factor two is vestibular system correlation, the most dominant factor of both lucid and non-lucid dream control, which is based on controlling the perception of the illusory dream body, the main factor of flying dreams. Factor three stems from lucid dreaming at age five, when I often created and controlled a cobra in a hayloft while standing in the center of the floor of a barn.

Gold dominates the dream state when I become semi-lucid (and is autosymbolism for an increase in dream state awareness) in the last stages of RAS mediation. In this case, I did not wake but shifted into a different dream scenario.

Zsuzsanna literally represented Zsuzsanna, though was also the vestibular system correlation (type 2) avatar in this case, and also held a nuance of our oldest son, who is experienced in martial arts. My dream combined these dynamics just as it combined the two houses I had lived in.

The rescue attempt is semi-lucid dream state reinduction using the “giving birth” analogy. The presence of water tells me what factor of ultradian rhythm I am in and has ZERO to do with waking life or waking life emotions.

The toddler scenario is a precursory emergent consciousness thread and simulacrum. The changes signify my varying levels of control of RAS mediation and changes in level of awareness within the dream state. Otherwise, a doll is autosymbolic of physical inactivity while asleep. The trick is to project the association into a simulacrum or avatar without waking up.

The healing scenario stems from autoscripting, though only the foundation, using such as “I am of the healing energies of Universal Mind”. Be aware that using “healing energies” in autoscripting will probably create a random scenario (as here) where healing is needed. Using “Universal Mind” may result in contact with the transpersonal interconsciousness or your own transformation in the dream state into an angelic being. (Do NOT use “healing” when actually needing to be healed; only use “I am the continuity of maximum well-being”. This was given to me by The Source years ago.)

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Early evening of November 30, 2014. Sunday.



Ever since I was young, I learned how certain recorded affirmations in a loop (and altered in particular ways, which must be done correctly but would take hundreds of pages to clarify) - and at a fairly low volume using headphones - placed me into altered states fairly quickly (sometimes within less than three minutes or so). This is more effective with at least two different “streams” in two different locations of the stereo field (although one stream can be centered or monophonic). I never needed anything else and in fact, had been able to duplicate any kind of perceptual state without any drug or commercial product (which seems moot as dreaming is already a totally natural function anyway, but which is greatly enhanced through education, sharpening the mind, and real-life experience).

Sometimes there are drawbacks, but fairly inconsequential. This one was the “falling back into myself” event. This was caused by the fact that the sequence was only 22 minutes long and stopped suddenly, causing me to shift consciousness too rapidly (I did not intend to fully shift into this other state but sometimes it cannot be helped as it is often automatic at one point even if I am otherwise fully awake up until then). I had fallen into a deep altered state while sitting up in a chair (head slightly tilted to the right) and this is the second time it had happened recently with the “falling” event. It was so vivid and intense, I was nauseous for several minutes (much like car sickness but a bit more powerful), but then in a more focused clarity at this later stage.

Entering this other “realm” or mental location, whatever it is, had always been (for over forty years) preceded by the exact same “imaginary” sound pulsing. This is always the sound of what seems like a small stone falling into a shallow amount of water, but with various frequencies over time, and in differently oriented areas of my perception, and similar audio effects, which are mostly fluid-like. (However, there are sometimes stages where it sounds similar to someone flicking the tab on an empty soda can.)

Falling sensations “from greater heights” (seemingly) during actual normal sleeping times has been very rare for me over the last twenty years or so (other than when I deliberately do certain flying maneuvers).

During the session as I was otherwise reading here and there and looking at a couple web sites, I started to realize I was shifting and thought it might be a good idea to lie down, as I do not really like sleeping or being in a trance in an upright position when I do not have head support. I started to become aware of vague sketchy patterns - somewhat comic-strip-like, but then seemed to be very aware of a girl (wearing blue jean shorts) walking over to me and placing glasses with lighter blue lenses on my face - not only did I see this, I also felt a change in my awareness once the glasses were over my eyes. After this, I am trying to focus. I am quite aware of the imaginary sound pulsing, which at times, seems to have audio “tendrils” emerging from the stone-into-water effect coming out into intricate higher frequencies in an almost ecstatic way, almost musical (bordering on the nuances of an intricate chime effect). Another typical sound in this state is a sound somewhat like the single shuffle of a bird’s wing, which sometimes seems to cross over through either ear.

Eventually, after being who-knows-where for about twenty minutes, I find myself suddenly fully conscious “too quickly” and falling rapidly into myself (from a seemingly great distance) and am aware that all sound (both real and imaginary) has completely stopped. The nausea is a bit much but short-lasting and inconsequential.

Night of November 29, 2014. Saturday.



I become more focused while in my dream (though I do not become lucid) and I am mentally having a conversation with someone unknown about the writers on one website. I am mentally reviewing the writing of other dream journalists and I am actually reading for a time. It is somewhat as if I am speaking about them to benefit the interests of another when they eventually start posting on that site.

This goes on for quite awhile but eventually breaks off into a different scenario. I am back at my sister Marilyn’s house on Loomis Street. My brother-in-law Bob is watching television and I look at the screen. It appears to be showing a typed or precisely hand-printed paragraph regarding events at a local school. One of the sentences ends with the word “dama”. At first I am thinking it is a misspelling of “data” but then I realize that it is a misspelling of “drama” (and related to students doing different activities in preparing for a school play).

I point this error out to my brother-in-law and he defines the event by saying “narrow” in a deterministic yet casual way as if “narrow” meant being careless. He seems to be commenting on the people who did the writing shown on the television screen and not addressing my attention on the one small error. I then go on to explain that when writing is shown on television in this particular way, it is not actually meant to be read more closely.

After this, my attention is drawn to the sound of my mother (who died years ago) vacuuming a particular room of the house, but I cannot work out which room she is vacuuming. It does seem to be from more to the north area of the house. I look around but do not see her anywhere, as if the noise from the vacuum cleaner is impossible to locate (even though it should be very easy to determine where she is).

Morning of November 27, 2014. Thursday.



In my vivid non-lucid dream, I had set up an otherwise family-based “maximum well-being” scenario that was altered by annoying nuances once my dream was beginning to stabilize and progress on the momentum of the less-precise scripting. The holographic numeric keypad layer over my left hand (for in-dream “programming” and “channel changing”) brought in all the members of my immediate family, but also brought in my wife’s mother and a few others. Also, the environment was not defined yet and presently seems to be my second-storey childhood Rose Street apartment in La Crosse (which burned down over twenty years ago). The first scene is a birthday party of our youngest daughter.

Everything seems fine at first. However, I eventually see that my unwelcome mother-in-law is playing with our youngest daughter in an overly rough way and also, I believe she may be lying to all our children about various things to wrongfully influence them. She is somehow lifting her with her feet and putting her up over her head, slightly behind her (which reflects a real-life perspective of about eighteen years ago where she acted crazed and “cornered” by the nurses and security guards and I feared she was going to toss our newborn son out the window of the maternity ward), and it dawns on me that she should not be in the residence or have any contact with our family at all even though she is presently in a cheerful passive stage. I tell her to get out and never come back.

Soon, she and at least two others are off to contact the authorities about one of her typically fabricated claims. Two unknown females visit later as well; some sort of social workers, it seems, and are also somehow involved in her problematic plans against my family (as she had done in real life to a variety of people and almost all her neighbors). I vaguely think about “resetting” my dream but I am not lucid thus do not consider all the limitless potential of dreams at the time, but during this time I press a number sequence on my keypad that changes the DNA of dream characters so that when she comes back with investigators they will find that she is not even my wife’s mother as she claims, as I had already told this to other authorities by that point. I tap the palm of my left hand with the fingers of my left hand (curved over) to deactivate the keypad (into invisibility) until I decide to use it again.

Eventually, there are several unknown people coming into our apartment from downstairs. It is as I expect. My wife’s mother and youngest sister have no matching DNA and there are no records she is related or even associated with her. It is a relief to be justifiably victorious in this scenario though I have to “upgrade” one of the females into a higher-ranking police officer to take everyone else away. The first set of clothes do not quite fit, so I have to make a couple minor adjustments as they balloon out slightly before taking a perfect fit to her form. She is patient enough to accept the slightly slower transition before going fully into character. I go into a long speech, asking the others present, including a ship’s captain it seems, about why people like this are not put into mental institutions so as not to create problems for other people - and I also mention how she has caused problems for over two hundred people with false crime reports and continuously lying to government agencies, including while pretending to be different people. (I reflect on how she once eventually and unexpectedly ended up talking to the person she was pretending to be over the telephone, which was quite amusing.)

I activate my keypad and press the number “8” (middle of third row of four rows - 1 2 3, 4 5 6, 7 8 9, * 0 #) for a “portal” in the form of a bathroom (which symbolizes purification during transitions) with two opposite doors - the entrance doorway of which forms on a hallway wall, to either wake or go into a different dream. The room is slightly cramped, but all of my family members walk through the doorway, to go to the other doorway that opens into a hallway of a different dream. A boy, who may be a younger version of my oldest son, seems to be spitting up any negative energies from the previous dream scenario. Meanwhile, two very heavyset women have an argument and eventual physical fight as the previous section of my dream loses cohesion and they do not regard my presence at all (possibly triggered by two or more people yelling on the street outside our home in real life).

I end up at a different party with an alternate version of my wife who is not that much like her - probably a glitch in the intended scenario which I cannot remember setting.

I say hello to Dagwood Bumstead and Blondie, who are sitting on different armchairs and drinking cocktails near the main entrance of the apartment. They look like real people and not comic strip characters for the most part. However, Dagwood looks a bit unusual with his odd hairstyle (as in the comic strip) as well as a bit frail. I converse with them for a time. Dagwood’s boss is also there but I cannot remember his name. I settle on “Mr. Bagely” (bagel-lee) but that is not correct and this is after I think of “Mr. Beasley” - who is actually the mailman. (The boss’s last name is actually “Dithers”.) I ask his boss what sort of advertising they mostly do and he says “furniture”, which is not reflective of the real-life comic (it is actually a construction company).

My alternate wife is conversing with an unknown female (or another version of my wife) who is standing undressed near her armchair and I recognize that two unrelated lines from the scripting likely got cross-linked and glitched-out and I become annoyed. I decide to leave because the music (though not that loud) is annoying as well. I go out and discover that the area looks a bit like Gillette Street but also with Rose Street elements (in reality that area of Rose Street is completely different now, not remotely resembling how it looked in the 1960s). A heavyset man follows me down the street as I walk east (on the south side of the street) and I turn, materializing a gun in my right hand to shoot him, but instead, a huge powerful stream of water comes out and knocks him down from over fifteen feet away. Another man on the opposite side of the street starts pointing and laughing as if in relief he is not in much danger. As I continue, I am ready to take to the air, but I notice Smokey the Bear, carrying a shovel, emerging from a poster on an alleyway wall and he will possibly be problematic as he heads toward me. Apparently, he may be able to fly as well, so I press the hash key (meaning “turn my dream off”) and am out of there. (I have no idea why Smokey the Bear appeared, though I often have pyrokinetic abilities in dreams, but did not use any in this one - the shovel possibly related to mortality or concern of being buried. However, there is also a brief reflection on a rather crude comedic poster I had as a teenager that displayed “forest fires prevent bears” as a spoof on the Smokey Bear public service announcements.)