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Morning of June 23, 2013. Sunday.



This dream is a strange interesting reminder of a “Creatures on the Loose” comic book I read as a boy…hard to believe really, as this old comic book was the last thing on my mind. However, as usual, there was some “funny business” involved in real life, once again, that I have only verified now after research.

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In my dream, I am at my sister Marilyn’s house. I am, for some reason, living in that house on Loomis street with my wife Zsuzsanna (though she has never been to America). This was where I was staying when I first got a letter from her in real life via the PAIA notice (based in my hometown in Florida at the time) that I answered. A couple local detectives (they turn out to be someone else, though) come by to tell us that they need to get human remains from the ground in the front of the house, rather specific in where they will look - to my left when facing the front door. We have to sign some documents to give them permission. I am not sure whose human remains they are looking for, or how long they had supposedly been there - maybe it is just like one of those seemingly endless in number television shows and movies where the killer leads the police to where his victims are buried. They begin their work, but something is up. Somehow, upon looking at a computer screen that is connected to their operation, my wife and I notice that it appears there are people digging in various x-marked spots all over the world around this time (we view a world map with various prompts and icons), including Africa, Canada, South America, and even Norway. They still may be connected with government, it seems, but they were not honest with us in what they were really looking for.

Even though it was not originally supposed to be such a big deal, we later notice that not only are the intersections at both ends of our street blocked off from the public, there is some sort of weird parade going on. We see two rows of eight girls in red outfits with skirts and silver “tinsel” (in an otherwise western hanging fringe-like fashion) doing a marching and dancing routine on the right (south) end of our street. They seem to be part of some sort of law-enforcement or national security group. They turn around each time to repeat the routine, and continue to block the area. There are only a few members of the puzzled public around, watching and wondering, I suppose. We are then told that no “local calls” are allowed (and apparently no one can leave their home or at least their street for awhile, either). “Local calls” seems to be a big deal for a time - as if they were more of a way to stop (or inquire) about these people than calling elsewhere (but makes no real sense) - however, this may relate to a movie we saw last night in real life called “Buried” (with Ryan Reynolds) - by which the entire movie involves a live man buried in a wooden “coffin” making various phone calls - and somehow having enough air to breathe the entire time - even though he is usually gasping and panting like crazy as well as often using the lighter and having it going - proof the public will watch anything, I guess (I should talk…we watched it until the end).

We are not sure what they are after. Are they digging in various locations around the world to find parts of something to build, or only after one thing in a particular area where all the other spots are red herrings?

Later, there is static on the television that is on but it then looks like the image of a circular rainbow of concentric bands, with a sort of shifting oily effect (when the man says the “forbidden” word or name). The people that were digging are now in our house. One man is in the living room with me and is the only other person around at the time. I ask him what they were looking for and he says something like “Jowiwow” (Jowl-wee-wow), then seems horrified (as you are not supposed to say “Jowiwow” out loud or you will be carried away by a monster). Suddenly, a monster emerges from the television, growing larger, saying in a strange voice “I have come to take you to Krogarr!” The effect of the monster grabbing the man and going back into the television is very interesting - I clearly see a leg of the creature as the last visible part as it grows a little smaller and moves back into the television. There is no fear on my part.

It seems these people are involved in a desire or mission to worship this creature and change the world to their political viewpoint through his help - thus it is government-related after all. Another man comes in, saying “twenty-two is the key” (which of course I already knew for many years now). Unfortunately for him, because I want to be alone with my wife, I trick him into also saying the name “Jowiwow” and the monster comes again (from the television) - with an incomplete line about dominating or domination - “och krogar dominerade förr” (“past restaurants dominate” or something equally silly - unless you use the dream story’s intent which would then mean the dimension of “Krogarr” would conquer Earth’s past or alter history?), and this man suddenly knows he will die as well as the other who said the “name”, the monster a little bigger this time (at one point he even seems to have “friends” living in the walls of the house on “standby” - as the word “standby” once appeared on TV screens or maybe still does).

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In real life today, I tracked down the relevant comic book cover and noticed something interesting. Although it is not the actual date (it is the issue number), it says “13 Sept” - which is my wife’s birthday (if you take “13 Sept” at face value)! I doubt the creature was called “Jowiwow” though; it is probably just the usual fictional word gibberish dreams commonly offer.

Now comes the fun part! Noticing the sequence of the letters K-E-Y (see cover image below), and ALSO seeing the word “to” twice in close proximity (two-two), telling me something (a fractal cluster in numerical form) was going to be there (because of it sounding like that oh-so-funny number twenty-two - which often appears next to the words “sign” and “key” in various forms in many published sources I have seen). Doing a fractal cluster with the remaining letters, I see that it has my wife’s maiden name followed by the word “marriage”.

The word “krogarr” (with only one “r” though) can mean “taverns” (or “restaurants”) and appears with my wife’s name (full form) when doing a Google search - bringing up that same partial phrase relating to an Adobe PDF document (“Local Calls”): “och krogar dominerade förr”…thus this dream combines forms of postcognition with precognition (and likely remote viewing) and otherwise inexplicable patterns.

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A major recurring theme in my early teenage years was of being in school but also being hidden inside a large cardboard box (I was not a shy person in real life, though, but in my dreams these were grades that were still a few years off yet, such as grades nine or ten in the high school). Sometimes the box had a small rectangular window (perhaps inspired by the “Don’t Open Till Doomsday” episode of “The Outer Limits” I saw at a very early age), but other times, no way to see out.

Some recurring events were:

Being a “hero” by somehow stopping a crime in the school but still being inside the box the whole time - and no one knowing what I looked like. In some cases, this was a bully, in other cases, an adult robber (but why would anyone rob a school - with no larger amounts of money in a safe, as a robber claimed in one version of my dream).

Playing harmless practical jokes on the teacher by acts such as taking a stapler from her desk and her not knowing there was someone inside the box, which, I think in most cases, was for a large air conditioner or some such.

Somehow kissing a girl (including on the legs) without her understanding that there was a person inside the box.

Falling out a second or third-floor window yet not getting hurt. In most cases, the box somehow kept its rectangular shape even though it was not that thick.

These dreams mostly stopped when I actually was in the higher grades at school.

Morning of June 21, 2013. Friday.



Here are a couple dreams of the same date with a few different scenes.

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There is a flood again, but the water comes mostly from large tidal waves that somehow move more inland. Some people are looking for survivors as there is still a danger from more flooding.

There is a strange scene of riding the fast, powerful waves just to get to another area, perhaps to our house, as I was getting my youngest son and oldest daughter from some sort of group meeting or visit in a building from a room that was a bit like my old apartment on King Street.

A woman is looking for her young daughter of about four or five years and I help a few people dig through the mud near a curb. She was trapped under a lot of mud near the curb and must have somehow gone through the storm drain, which is also filled with mud, and yet she is somehow still alive. However, it would be impossible in real life to take pieces out of the street and sidewalk so easily, although it is broken up a bit in my dream. The girl’s breathing makes bubbles come up through the mud and a thinner layer of water over the mud. Also, it seems there are several storm drain chimney-like sections very close together.

In another dream, I have my old snub-nosed revolver and end up protecting a few people from another person who has a gun, but who sort of becomes a friend. This was probably heavily influenced by a two-part episode of “Deep Space Nine” I had just seen (“Past Tense” parts 1 and 2).

There is trouble with another person who seems to be a threat to the area, but then Superman arrives (I have not seen the new “Superman” movie yet - “Man of Steel” - but may in a few years - also really tired of hearing the word “reboot”, which is mindless, way overused “trendspeak”).

There are about five repeating “takes” in a row in this dream that are mostly the same. I shoot Superman on the right side of his stomach, and he seems surprised and is badly injured (but not dead). People are amazed. All I did was use a Kryptonite bullet, which anyone could do, really.

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I have tentatively decided to classify part of this as precognitive (I never do this unless it is verified with at least a few details involved, but this still happens continuously and has since earliest memory), as my young niece in the USA had to drive through flood waters around the time I was dreaming this - around the same streets as in this dream - and I last saw her in real life when she was very young. Could be coincidence in this case, though, as floods are a fairly common theme, both precognitive and somewhat symbolic, perhaps. However, almost all my dreams contain at least a few clearer implied precognitive elements of one kind or another.

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Morning of June 19, 2013. Wednesday.



This is a long convoluted dream with the main theme being the Rapture (as in being lifted or teleported into Heaven, which some Christians apparently believe). It combines humor, movie-like scenarios, and erratic confusion of words and ideas that only a dream can hopelessly distort so thoroughly, yet which still leaves an overall good feeling, as it colored my mood in a very cheerful way.

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Firstly, I find out about and focus on a few ideas I had not known or at least not thought about much before. In my dream, the “Rapture” is called, or related to, the “Prodigy”. In my dream, I look up the word “prodigy” (liminally recalling it has nothing to do with anything ominous), but find a wrong meaning in two different dictionaries. One entry reads as “Of or relating to the time period from ages 8 to 8 years”. Another entry in a different dictionary reads as “8-8”. So, “prodigy” supposedly only means an eight-year-old child in my dream (and for some reason, I know it means a boy only). It is amusing that the one age was unnecessarily shown as a span.

On an important side note, even though I was certain that the word “prodigy” was only associated with a child with a special talent, I looked it up and found another (apparently no longer used) meaning being “something regarded as of prophetic significance”, something I did not consciously know or remember, so this is possibly postcognitive, though I might have seen this meaning before and not remembered.

There is also some nonsense with a different word; “accolade” (associated with “livestock accolade”, which I have not heard before in real life). According to my dream, this is when God will lift up sheep, horses, cows, and other domestic farm animals into the sky during the animal part of the Rapture, before he gathers the humans.

In my dream, my wife Zsuzsanna is still a child, though has a flock of sheep in Nimbin on a large area of farmland. She has something written in red on her left heel, which may be “prodigy” or “rapture” or possibly another word (though reading in dreams typically results in the letters or words changing when looking at them again). When her sheep are lifted into the sky and they vanish into the clouds, she seems concerned, as her family seems angry at her for having “lost” them. However, a short time later, people witness cows being “Raptured” - or make that, only one cow, with great difficulty. Although some of the other cows are lifted by the invisible force and hover a bit, they are soon all dropped but one. The baffled people look on as the one cow swirls around seemingly experiencing a fair amount of stress and never does make it up into the clouds. So much for the Cow Rapture. People, even the religious ones in the fields, start looking a bit concerned as if they do not quite know what they are in for and some even sneak out of the area.

There is another scene where I am in a large van in Nimbin with young Zsuzsanna and her family (and her family’s friends). (I am not sure if it is the one her mother painted dolphins on, but it may be.) I am the only one being “Raptured” at the time for some reason (perhaps because I am from the future as I now begin to contemplate as such), and people are asking me, if I come back from the Rapture, to tell them what happened.

However, as I am inside the van, its ceiling seems to be made of “frozen rain clouds”. I keep rising up, crashing through the ice of the frozen clouds, and going back down a short distance as I hover a bit, and each time, large amounts of cold water fall down upon me and the others inside the van, releasing the “rain” in larger, more compact streams. This continues for what seems a long time. I am facing downward with my arms out a bit, and after time passes, it feels more and more exhilarating, with an extremely vivid and wonderful sense of weight and momentum and cooler temperature of the kind I very much enjoy on a hot day. I start to wonder if I will eventually go out through the roof of the van or if all the “rainwater” will eventually be released from out of the doors of the van (though there is no indication of water rising inside the van). As I float up and down, I hit the ice at various levels of strength each time. At this point, it feels somewhat like a standard flying dream, not nearly as unfettered yet more thrilling in some ways. It continues until I slowly wake, feeling rejuvenated.

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(Of course, this is a vestibular system correlation waking process as is typical of many of my dreams; an average of more than one per sleep cycle, in fact. The van is an autosymbolic extension of my physical body as singular vehicles usually are. Concerning the flying cows, there was possibly influence from the flying cow scenes in “Twister” and “The Wizard of Oz”, and possibly even influence from the nursery rhyme line, “the cow jumped over the moon”, as there seemed to be influence from “Little Bo Peep” as well.)

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Morning of June 19, 2013. Wednesday.



This dream uses a fairly recurring idea of human remains being inside a couch (sometimes inside the cushions).

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In my dream, I am sharing a place with the actor from the television series “Lost”, Josh Holloway, that I vaguely dreamt of only once before as his Sawyer character (in a representation of Tom Sawyer in that particular dream). In this dream he is also his Sawyer character, but instead, named Sylvester (even after waking, “Sylvester” seemed to be his “real” name or “identify”). The apartment seems to be one I had in real life at King Street when I was in my late teens, the one where I also had a noisy refrigerator in one of two larger closets and which was an “expensive” $25.00 a week. (I had, in total, three different apartments in that large historical house during those years; the smaller L-shaped one in back, the one in front with the rocket-like cupola on the east side, and a larger one near the middle of the building as in this dream.)

He is sleeping on the couch in our apartment, but wakes up because the couch seems to be moving inside. A large nail is sort of moving out from its position along the top area of the frame of the seat area in front, near the middle, but closer to the west end. This is very mysterious as if from some sort of ghostly activity. The nail slowly moves out as if representing some sort of approaching eerie revelation. Sylvester seems a bit nervous. I mostly find it curious and not really frightening in any way.

Eventually, there are bluish-green fingers visible, of a sort of ghostly nature that continue to work in moving the nail. The fingers are the only thing that is visible at the time, seeming to come out of the surface of the wood around the nail. (Some sort of odd play on “fingernail”?)

A little later, the east arm of the couch opens up from the front (I think we both may have pulled the upholstery off) - on my left when facing the couch - showing it to be somewhat like a two-level shelf. The bottom area holds a human skull, the second “shelf” or part of the internal couch frame holds a bowl of old human eyes and hair, and a skeletal hand is also inside the arm.

Sylvester is rather alarmed and of course, people must be told. There is no idea at all of whom it may have been or what happened. I am thinking that the bluish-green hand may be part of an arm that was kept in another part of the couch and acting somewhat like ghostly “remains”.

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It is easy to determine here that the “ghost” inside the couch (a dream sign, as one can sleep on a couch) is a subliminal distorted perception of my sleeping body. But why Josh and why is he called Sylvester? He played a character that was on an island (dream state within sleep as water represents sleep). I associate the name Sylvester with the cartoon character Sylvester the Cat. A cat is a circadian rhythms feature (as well as a liminal space element) typically based on nighttime activities (such as dreaming). (Even though a cat seems to sleep a lot, they are of course active in the daytime.) The skull on the shelf represents lesser critical thinking skills (such as reading books) while in the dream state.

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Morning of June 18, 2013. Tuesday.



This was my long dream of walking and sometimes running over a seemingly long distance while being apparently pursued by someone we never see though possibly more like a remotely controlled mobile weapon, though not directly being chased. (I get the impression at times that the weapon or person remains mostly in one place in the distance.) There is a part near the beginning where a friend and I duck down just in time to have a small missile barely miss us. I can feel the wind and the movement as it hits and explodes dramatically a short distance from us. It is so close, there is a feeling that it may have even brushed across my back as I was kneeling down, as there is a sensation of weight having pushed upon me, but there is no pain or injury.

I soon discover that I have some sort of device that is somewhat like a flashlight in design. It shines a bright even light at a fair distance and somehow causes whatever weapon is targeting me to target and fire elsewhere. A lot of the action, near the end, takes place at a maze of boathouses, or a lot of boathouses in a large unlikely cluster of some kind. I think that my flashlight-like device scrambles the weapon’s targeting system by somehow making it seem that I am on the opposite end of the beam from where I am holding the device. I perform the routine many times as we move on to various areas. I am not sure who our enemy is. The weapon mostly fires smaller missiles seemingly from a longer distance. I am not even sure if a person is operating it. It is possibly some sort of programmed and automatic setup, but I am also not sure at this point what it was targeting in the first place. Our body heat maybe? But how would it tell us from others? Some sort of unique detailed thermal signature perhaps, or even DNA.

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This is similar in theme to a number of other dreams (since childhood) where it seems as if my dream self is trying to avoid the sunbeams of the light of day (though consequently, whole consciousness as well). In this case it is as if the light of my dawning awareness is trying to escape the real light of day.

Morning of June 17, 2013. Monday.



My dream takes place at an unknown home that I have not seen aspects of in a dream before. It is not up on columns as all the places we have recently lived have been, and it is also made of (painted in a lighter green) concrete blocks for the most part (most of the places we lived recently have been wooden houses). There are more cars and trucks, but in a sparser pattern and along a much busier road than in real life - with four lanes, and in a more commercial area it looks like. There are various items leaning against our house that a member of the public had put there, or perhaps several members of the public. I also even notice one truck pushing against a fence in the back, with the fence at a slight angle. This does not surprise me much at all in my dream, as a lot of people in real life in this region are well-known countrywide for very poor driving and parking skills.

The first thing I do is take a hubcap that someone had leaned against our house and happily and aggressively send it rolling away, as well as into oncoming traffic, although it does not distract any of the drivers. (In real life, just walking a short distance to the store, I often see a fair number of broken plastic hubcaps lying in the streets in various areas and on the sidewalk, but the one in my dream is metal - I even hear the “ringing” sound as I fling it and it rolls into the street.). I also pick up all the other things, including tools and car parts and a small toolbox or two that were touching our house and fling them out and some across the street as well. The drivers do not seem annoyed and nothing lands in their way, which is fine, as I do not want to get into trouble for causing an accident anyway. I am still annoyed by the cars along the curb, all looking as if they had been partly disassembled and had been worked on recently by a mechanic (or I should say, someone who only thinks they have competent mechanic skills).

Eventually, I walk around to the front and I see someone pouring concrete over the ground including near our garden (and probably eventually to cover that area as well), and ask him what he was doing and why no one had said anything to us. I am not angry with him, as he seems like a simpleton, seeming like a far more “sane” version of Curly Howard, but his work uniform seems slightly circus-clown-like (and I keep reminding him of that fact as I am yelling and using the word “you”, but then saying I do not mean “you” but who you work for). He says that all of the people in the neighborhood are getting this done, so ours was being done in addition to the people that actually ordered it (which sounds quite stupid of course) and was, by vote, decided that everyone “must” have it done - even without any notification. The reason is because the concrete will cover everything, including the grass, and supposedly allow for more ventilation and oxygen, which of course makes no sense at all. This last scene may still not be connected to the broken-down cars on the other side of the house other than the larger truck that was pushing on the fence, which I think was a cement-mixing truck.

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Dry cement, gravel, and such, have been validated to be linked to dehydration. In one case, after being in an extreme level of dehydration, I dreamt about having clothes filled with gravel as well as another dream about a dry gravel road. I also have completely given up drinking cola (and soda in general as diet soda is even worse), which can cause serious health risks, even in young people. It took a serious health scare to break my cola-drinking habit.

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Morning of June 16, 2013. Sunday.



In my dream there is part of the house that reminds me of the southern end of my family home in Cubitis though it is meant to be a large wooden house in Australia. I am looking at the plumbing, as there are troubles of some sort, and the pipes are kind of strange. One section that has the most trouble and which actually cracks and falls off looks much like a car muffler but is about four times bigger. There is not much that can be done, as it is mostly ruined, and the resonance chamber of the “muffler” had not been directing the water properly and so that somehow created a problem for the rest of the plumbing. I tell my wife Zsuzsanna it is broken, so either we will move or have to somehow contact the property owner.

Inside, there is a fireplace facing out from the north to the south. In this climate (in reality), we have never needed a fireplace, as it is normally very warm; warm even during the so-called winter.

There are two very large jagged rocks in front of our fireplace. Zsuzsanna and I are not sure why and I begin to get the idea to move them to make more space. Zsuzsanna thinks that would be a good idea, as I mention we could put another cupboard there. The cupboard would be okay to be there as we had never used the fireplace anyway (though in Brisbane, in real life, the larger house we lived in had a fake stupid-looking plastic fireplace built into the wall - which was kind of annoying as it took up a lot of space that could have been used for something sensible). However, it seems ridiculous that these huge lighter gray rocks could be moved even a little, as they look extremely heavy and are about four feet long and two feet high, plus, the jagged edges (to grip or push on) would make them hard to move as well.

I look up the chimney area and notice a paper or something caught on one corner (front-west), but do not learn what it is. At any rate, I end up sliding the rocks (both at the same time somehow, even though they are mostly end to end) to the south part of the room a bit. It turns out that the rocks had been there to cover a large hole in the wooden floor, and underneath is just dusty ground and a few stones. We may put them back or use something more sensible (and flat) to cover that part of the floor.

Morning of June 16, 2013. Sunday.



I had a shorter intimate dream with the setting once again being in Cubitis, the one area near the hallway being fairly close as to how it really was. Zsuzsanna and I are wrapped in blankets on the otherwise hard tiled floor but we are still enjoying ourselves.

In my last dream of this date, I am back on King Street in the L-shaped smaller apartment in the back. I have several paintings up on the main length of the west wall. They are sort of like water-color images and slightly abstract, one of an eagle’s head. My wife Zsuzsanna is talking to someone else about his art, but he seems to be a younger version of me though with ongoing tribal ties and more art skills, perhaps. His work is detailed but more contemporary, almost like panels from a professional-looking comic book. One image shows a happy couple. One seems to be on plain A4 typing paper but that one may be a print. They are making fun of all the racist cartoons and such that stereotype Native Americans as saying “Ugh!”. They each say “Ugh!” about six times, laughing. Apparently, my “younger self” is even going to paint a large picture expressing the “ughness” of “Ugh!” in abstract. Some of it seems to be a response to modern television shows. There is a vague idea that the public would sit and watch a still image “Ugh!” on their television screen for an hour or more without moving.

Another (unknown male) person also speaks, and there are two other unknowns in the room, at least at one point. This other person is talking about how “great” my paintings on the wall are and I feel a bit silly about the attention as his praise seems sincere, yet as he points out each individual line making up the larger image when talking about the eagle head picture, which is composed of mostly blue and lighter purple water-color paint-like lines, but with also a somewhat of a pen-drawing look.

Night of June 13, 2013. Friday.



I am back in Cubitis where I had not lived or been for many years, although I had seen images of the place on Google Maps fairly recently, with the added highway and such. It seems to be different in the sense of being some sort of school for people who record their dreams on a regular basis, or maybe that is only one purpose of it for one class. The “students” are mostly around sixteen to eighteen, perhaps, some older. I am not sure of my own age.

I go to my locker, which is rather large and somewhat like a metal version of my wife’s real-life wardrobe and in an outside cul-de-sac area that would otherwise have been where my family’s carport originally was (again, in Cubitis) in real life. It is facing south. I open it and the top area has five smaller piles of my dream journals, each stack about three or four high, not all of the same size and with different color and different style covers, some ring-bound, some plain. On the top one in each pile, there is either a large sticker of a lobster (in lighter orange/brown) or, in a couple cases, an actual toy plastic figure. Someone else had done this to my journals, and I am aware that it is some sort of strangely intimate, even sensual act - indicating some form of “kinship” as well. The lobsters seem to be holding small flowers in bunches (red carnations) in at least a few instances.

A little later, I speak with a girl (unknown) who is also going to the “dream journal class”. I have a feeling that she may have been the one to have put at least some of the stickers on the dream journal covers (even though I first got the impression it was a male when first opening the locker, as there were also some handwritten comments on the pages, diagonally, but cannot quite remember them, but most of those seemed like female handwriting). Her boyfriend appears, and there is some sort of odd communication relating to the classes and their timing or where the girl will be at a certain time - something about her getting a ride home as well.

There are some strange made-up “forced” emotions (seemingly made up by me just to make a dramatic scene at one point to perhaps shock myself into being more aware or lucid within the dream, which does work to a point - it works much better in actual sleep paralysis stages, though) in one part relating to the school from real life and how we are “due” to get there or be there in a certain time period. We only have about ten minutes and it is about three miles away to the south - and there is no transport. It is very dark outside and I go into the front yard. I am more lucid and decide to run (to the south) a bit. I notice, as I am running, that the yard is somehow mostly smooth rock everywhere, but with smaller pebbles and grains of dirt in a very sparse pattern. I notice a larger boulder-like structure in the perfect shape of a girl that is lying sort of on her stomach, but slightly on her side and somewhat up almost on “all fours”, but not quite. This is probably related to a recent real-life image and conversation relating to conspiracy theorists seeing human-like or animal-like figures (or alien technology parts) in every rock picture from Mars or the moon. The girl seems to have, for some reason, otter-like aspects or energies. Otters are “playful” but also known for their ability to crack shells/clams and mussels with rocks, actually using a rock as a tool like an early (primitive) human.

For a moment, I have a slight concern in wondering if it is a real girl who may need help, but then the scene changes somewhat.

A younger man more to the east, closer to the house/school is talking about his concerns in getting into town soon enough for the other classes. I tell him that I can just speed or teleport there in no time (although it seems more like I am actually moving there and back, in “reverse” upon returning, very rapidly). I then focus and feel myself fade out, then fade in to where the classes are, and then back to where I was, almost as if I had not even moved much at all. However, I am left wondering what I (my body) looked like just as the process began, especially because I heard the man yell behind me (becoming a blur) “Dude…what the f…?” in seeming amazement (likely the first time I have ever heard the word “dude” in a dream). Not much more happens. There did seem to be positive emotions in the part where I saw the toy lobsters and stickers, yet with a sense of wondering about the public itself and what they were really “up to”.

The last part may actually be a play on a popular gag (from my school days) when someone claims they can do something in a very short amount of time, remain motionless, and then ask “Want to see me do it again?”

UPDATE: Validated several precognitive facets for today, but not all had been written in this entry, so I left the other details out for now that I had not mentioned at all in the entry. The main one was that I was given a bunch of very small, wrapped-up red carnations (exactly as viewed in the dream) “to take home to my wife”. It was one of the women in the IGA store that I had not seen for months. I guess they were just left over or something, but they never did that before in the time I have lived here.

Morning of June 6, 2013. Thursday.



The main scenario in one dream features me being younger (possibly around thirty years of age) and apparently with my own bed lined up from a north wall to the south in a fairly large unfamiliar room. To my right on the west side of this room is a smaller end table with a large vase-like yellowish and greenish lamp with a floral design and with a beige gingham lampshade. Also on the table is a large squarish jar which contains a few dangerously venomous spiders. The jar and the lamp take up most of the tabletop. Three smaller spider monkeys dressed as bellhops in black, red, and shiny gold come in now and then. Because they are “bellhops” I might be inclined to think I am in a small hotel room.

There is a concern that the monkeys had been near the jar and let some of the potentially dangerous spiders out, so at one point I yell at them to leave everything alone, but then I see that the only spiders outside the jar are smaller harmless ones with light brown and white stripes. They are making small webs between the lamp, table, and wall. The ones in the jar are larger and black and look like miniature tarantulas. I puzzle over why I have decided to keep venomous spiders in a jar near my bed but then an old saying is clear in my mind - “Keep your friends close but your enemies closer”. There is no fear or substantial concern when I view the dangerous spiders through the glass jar.

“My” monkeys seem well-behaved and devoted to their tasks and are mostly only around to serve me in cleaning and taking care of potential impositions (such as annoying visitors, by pretending to take them to my room while actually ushering them straight out into busy traffic).

Morning of June 6, 2013. Thursday.



In my dream, we are back living in Brisbane. Our house is different and does not have higher steps, the inside being much like our real place there, but the front porch area being most like the King Street boarding house with the upstairs apartments. Our son Lorenzo is playing with three younger blonde girls, racing around inside and out, who are happily going in and out of our house while being yelled at by a slightly older girl not to be in our house. They are dressed very formally with fancy hairstyles, as if for a formal event for the very wealthy.

I soon notice that something dramatic is going on next-door; there are a lot of people, for some reason, standing on top of wobbly old wooden step-ladders, watching the action as if at some sort of baseball game at the park. The house next door is on fire, but I do not see any actual flames or smoke. It seems that a Christmas tree had somehow caught fire in their attic. The people with the hose (no firemen around, but a couple policemen in black wandering around not doing anything) are aiming the water up and directly through the small attic window from a fair distance away. I hear a young couple crying loudly and holding their hands together, but there does not seem to be anything to really cry about, as I see no actual damage anywhere at all.

It seems strange that all these people are just standing up on ladders and balancing on the fence just to look at that house when nothing is really visible, even the supposed fire. I call out sort of absentmindedly to the nearest man standing atop a step-ladder, “Oh, I didn’t even know about this…”, but most of these people seem more amused or entertained than having concern for the owners or tenants, even though it also seems they were there to help at first.

I become semi-lucid and notice something strange regarding perspective. Their house, on the side nearest to our house, seems to go past my line of sight towards and behind me - to seemingly take up the same space (from my viewpoint near the corner of our house) as our house would otherwise be, an “impossible” perspective, yet somehow at the same time, it also seems to be a completely empty region or undefined area where neither house is.

This last part with the ladders relates to typical waking metaphors. Someone on a ladder relates to getting closer to waking consciousness, a fire relates to growing conscious awareness, and something going through a window implies leaving the dream state. The water though, indicates a subtle desire to become lucid (though goes through the window instead, similar to the “water getting lower over time” waking metaphor).

Early afternoon of May 20, 2013. Monday.



I was having a nap; had a light headache, which kind of altered my dream state, I suppose. I rarely had headaches when younger and mostly only get them now in unseasonable heat - and it was really hot this morning even though it is supposed to be winter here - we even had to turn the fan on after this.

In my dream, I am with my wife, and there is a gecko moving about on the wall as in real life. I watch the very smooth, circular actions. Later, I am outside in an unfamiliar area (but maybe a distorted version of King Street in Wisconsin), seemingly at night, becoming semi-lucid. I notice that there is an “identical” but different gecko moving in a similar or same way on every single leaf of a tree, each making a sort of circular movement and going around and under a leaf, around the same time, and I feel a very strange awe over that, as it would mean that there are hundreds (even thousands) of geckos in the tree (and perhaps every other tree in the area). It is not exactly a strong fear, just a sense of being near great, natural power with a potentially overwhelming presence. It has a similar sense of a dream as a child about a giant lobster approaching from behind a building and a particular pattern being in every window at the same time at one point. I guess you could call it some sort of “fly’s-eye” view or effect, the same thing repeated in many different facets of vision. This is actually only the second time in my life that I remember experiencing this. It may be related to having a headache (I did not document a headache codition for my lobster dream) - as, when I was awake later, I had a strong impression of several perfect rows of alternating red and green spinning “wheels” (like partial bicycle wheels).

Another dream scene, though somewhat a possible continuity of the previous, involved looking at a journal entry from a dream journal site. However, instead of a computer monitor, it was somehow in a notebook of white unlined paper with picture cards attached to almost every part (from the center of the particular card, as most of it could be pulled out a little around the corners) with the entry and other comments all being on the same page, being more like a forum - also appearing to have been typed. Parts of it (one page) reminded me of something (a brief exchange) I had read on the real site that was hilarious (relating to celibacy, followed by the nice and blunt simple reaction and later additional comment in another entry by the original dreamer). A couple more comments were made in my dream, somehow appearing on the plain white (unlined) notebook paper, but the original dreamer and commenter were not the same as in real life and it involved something to do with spiders supposedly always being celibate - the real life scenario, though, reflecting somehow in my dream like some sort of jester-like catalyst. There is something along the lines of “oh look, nothing is growing” and someone else saying “I see a lot of flowers”, something to do with one person being more creative by seeing flowers - possibly relating to IMDb as well - where, very commonly in reality, one person hates the movie and another person really likes it.

Early afternoon of May 20, 2013. Monday.



In my very clear lucid dream, I walk around in our house (which is much larger in my dream) wondering what is going on. I start to get into the habit of touching my face and mouth regularly in my dream to check if I am breathing properly in real life. This is because, at the time, I remember that I am sleeping with a pillow over the side of my head but there is plenty of room to breathe.

I walk around until I notice that our back hallway is so much larger than in real life, I feel amazed. It is so large that there is now a shiny white car in mint condition, possibly a 1980s Ferrari Testarossa, parked between the bathroom and storage cupboards facing north to where I am standing in the larger than real life kitchen area.

Being fully lucid, but with too many ideas on how I can utilize my lucidity, I walk to the car and start tapping it on the top and front and it makes a sound just like someone slapping the side of a washing machine, with a slightly hollow effect. This makes me happy, as I start lucidly feeling all the cool areas of the outside of the car. I am able to open the unusual car door (though on the second attempt). Curiously, I am actually able to fit inside the car comfortably after being able to get in. (As I have documented before, cars are often too small to get inside of in my dreams.)

I move my feet over the floor of the car, not really touching anything with my feet, and I turn a key to hear a soft sort of engine sound. Suddenly, I take off very fast, north, right through our house. It does not matter at all because I am dreaming. There are no obstacles; I just drive through as if nothing was there to slow or block the car.

I eventually drive near a cliff, but then the car is vertically upright, facing downwards, hovering high in midair, and I am looking down at about dozen people on a rocky beach near the ocean. A few people look up at me. I start thinking about all the things I could do in my dream, but I am also thinking that I had been asleep long enough and decide to wake up.

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Morning of May 14, 2013. Tuesday.



Throughout all of my dream, I am some sort of powerful white-light being, seemingly the one who created this particular dream world (I am mostly lucid throughout), or I am meant to be the sole master of it, perhaps. I note my appearance in the glass pane of an inner door of a large college in an unknown region. I appear to all of the public as a glowing white human form, with blue nuances, appearing as if in photographic negative with the light coming from the inside. I have no face, either, although the blue aspects make a sort of suggestion of a subtle mostly featureless “mask” that has a sort of stripe-like appearance near my forehead and the sides of my head. At times, the light emanating from me becomes much brighter for no discernible reason.

Even though I appear solely as a glowing light, I am aware that “inside” this light or “veil”, I am truly myself, and even wearing older blue jeans and seemingly a T-shirt.

Most of the people at this college are either Islamic, Christian, or Buddhist, it seems (though of various sects), in a very open and harmonious mix, interestingly enough. Many are dressed in modern clothes, but some are dressed in more traditional apparel. Each and every person has their own individual way of reacting to my presence.

Some bow down and kowtow to me; others mostly just look confused and whisper amongst themselves. I do not care. I am mostly just walking around (although I do hover and float about at times). I try to find the active portal out of my dream (as I presently prefer being a human in another scenario, with viable physical “working” parts, so that I may indulge in an enhanced sensual encounter) which seems to be a closed door at the end of a more open area near a hall with a couple of white metal benches along one inside wall. However, they are busy at reception and cannot get me out of my dream, at least yet, so I will have to wait around until they find the right papers to shuffle from one place to another (the phrase “paper tiger” comes to mind, but has a fictional meaning in-dream - which also seems relevant to “paper chase”).

At one point, I am aware of the television show “Supernatural” (actually one of the only television shows I have watched consistently over the years) influencing people with various audio reversals. The audio reversal of “Dean”, for example, the way it is often said on the show, sounds a lot like emotional audio saying “need” perhaps making people think they “need” to watch the show or “need” features of whatever other phrasing is linked. (I am more aware of this in its connection to a horned figure sitting on the top of a tall building in a much older dream, saying phrases I do not fully remember, though each followed by “deen yah”, the audio reversal of “I need”.)

One younger man in a white robe continuously annoys me by kissing my toes and feet at one point, a more vivid part of my dream, as I walk down one larger hall (and the sense of touch seems more defined and enhanced than in real-life in this case). I can even feel pulls on the lower part of my jeans’ right pants-leg as I walk along, feeling somewhat hindered. Even more annoying, one person smells me (my shoulder) as if to “smell the divine” (though I am not sure what religion he is following).

A younger unfamiliar woman, who seems to be one of the main teachers at the college, or perhaps the principal (even though she is only about twenty-five), comes to me and wants me to go with her (likely to be reprimanded by additional college authorities). Apparently, she thinks I am one of three young men who are students at the college who are supposedly playing an ongoing elaborate prank. She asks me which one of the three I am (since I have no face, only light) and the first names of the three college pranksters are Donald, Ferdinand, and Oswald. Donald (likely from Donald Duck), Oswald (after Oswald Rabbit), and Ferdinand (from Ferdinand the Bull) seem relevant here and are on the in-dream threshold of my memory - though I also reflect on them being the students she is referring to. I decide to go with her, solely out of seeing what will happen if I pretend to be someone else I am not familiar with at all. I wonder what they are like and where they actually are (perhaps in the large parking lot on the other side of the college?). I even wonder if they are actually involved in a prank or if it is solely her claim as such. I tolerate her imposition and assumptions purely to amuse myself as I have nothing better to do at this point.

On the way, I wave my right hand and some sort of small “rocket” comes out (rocket is also a plant I greatly enjoy on sandwiches though I am not sure if this is relevant), but when it lands near the side of the street, makes a small oak tree appear (but with multicolored leaves, including purple and yellow). It gets very large in a short time, growing swiftly and with appropriate details. The female makes a remark about how she is “impressed” but more as a jest, as she sees it as pure coincidence, implying that all plants and flowers appear and grow in a person’s garden by pure chance, rather than as a result of a human being planting them. This, in my dream, makes me even more “aware” that disbelievers in precognition (or even foreshadowing potential in pop culture or even foresight), as well as personal focus and intent, are somehow missing a part of their mind, even perhaps in a physical sense.

I get so annoyed by her condescending absurdity and inexperience as she continues to talk, calling me one of the three wrong names each time, that I wake. This is possibly based on a real-life experience of many years back, where I called about a position at a restaurant in Brisbane, and the young female worker who answered kept calling me “Ernie”, truly seeming to think I was her ex-boyfriend for some reason and being very rude and then saying “not for you” when I repeated a request to speak to someone higher up, and she hung up. This has happened before, even when the person could actually see me at the time, which really makes me wonder about the nature of human perception (especially as it was in no way deliberate on my part).

My wife’s dream during this same time period was inexplicably linked to mine, as they often are. She was seemingly the one in the office in my dream. She said she had a dream of getting some documents to send out, but was told she had to add details to them before they could be sent out, and some details were missing. In other words, she was in the “same dream” but a different location as a character I knew of but did not directly address.