Blue_Opossum

Morning of February 17, 2014. Monday.



The first setting is the house on Barolin Street, where we have not lived since 2008. We are in the living room, but our attention is drawn to the front yard. When we go to the front porch, we notice about six cats, most of them black, all seemingly trying to catch the same bird in our front yard, close to the tall wooden fence.

We go out to have a closer look, mostly to see which cats are ours, if any. After a short time when we are outside looking around, our house changes into a different unknown house in a different location. (It may be the Avon Street house in America, but the details are not correct). Upon closer inspection, I notice that the cats are all clockwork cats. I even take parts of them apart and put them back as their gears whirr and move about and they walk around as such, even incomplete. We go “back” into the house, which is now implied to not be where we are living. An unknown woman, who is married, is cooking food for her clockwork daughters. They seem human. It seems her husband is at work doing some sort of engineering that involves building androids. In some ways, this is like a sequel to my previous dream about the “Ticktockman” but in other ways is not related.

I ask about the clockwork bird from my other dream (though I do not seem to recall it as a dream). I ask her if clockwork creations can actually fly (though the bird did in my previous related dream) in saying, “Have they found a way to do that yet?” I think the answer is yes, but I do not hear all of what is said. The woman is washing dishes as she is talking. It is possible that the bird the clockwork cats had caught was actually their clockwork bird that had gotten out of its cage. This issue is actually spoken of by one of the girls later. Still, there is a sense of disbelief that a clockwork creation of any kind, no matter how complex, could actually fly.

From this point, we go back outside, but from here, it is now my Cubitis home. I have a very clear view of the flowers in the north side, near the darker red iron trellises. I walk out to the shed in back and when I turn to look back through the doorway of the main part of the shed, I see a tall brown bear standing upright just on the edge of the carport directly facing the path to the shed and where I am. However, it is not moving. Zsuzsanna goes near it and I realize it is another clockwork creation that has wound down and would not be a threat even if it was operating, as I assume it is a toy.

My dream changes again. Zsuzsanna and I are now seemingly in La Crosse. She is looking for details on her “real mother”, as in my dream her mother in real life is an imposter. We go to a building that is somewhat like a library (yet reminds me of a tax office in Brisbane), but I believe is a place where they assign orphaned children to a variety of parents in different regions (this is likely related to how we had to show our birth certificates at the counter at the tax office). The woman who works at the counter is somehow revealed to be Zsuzsanna’s real mother through documentation (though she is much thinner and happier-looking than Zsuzsanna’s mother). However, this seems wrong at some levels because the woman, in a friendly manner, denies that she ever had children or lived at certain locations. I remark on how much she is like Zsuzsanna’s real mother in some ways, so maybe she is her mother (which of course makes absolutely no sense as she is nothing like Zsuzsanna’s real-life mother). I mention the voice, accent, and manner. Suddenly, I notice that Zsuzsanna’s real mother is standing there, off to our right, agreeing with me in a friendly, observant way (which makes even less sense than the other senseless aspect of this scenario). In other words, Zsuzsanna’s real mother is commenting on how the other person is likely Zsuzsanna’s real mother because she - is a lot like Zsuzsanna’s actual mother, even though, again, she is not like her at all.

I vaguely consider the play on Zsuzsanna’s mother (though we had not seen her in years) being “taxing”, though without realizing it is autosymbolism or that I am dreaming. At the same time, I know that Zsuzsanna is nothing like her mother, so much so, there is a sense of her having been adopted, which is probably what stabilized the rest of the autosymbolism in this scene.

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Aspects of this dream, primarily the clockwork bird references and inferences, were prescient, though in regard to something Zsuzsanna had seen that I could not have known about, with additional typical prescience and inexplicable patterns of synchronicity.

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