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Morning of January 10, 2015. Saturday.



This is another dream where I seem “absentmindedly” lucid (though not as aware as being the dream-maker as in other dream types), but not fully lucid to where I actively alter the rendering in any way. I have been focusing on the various levels of perception types in dreams a bit more than usual, but I think that minor variations are too numerous to pinpoint.

This dream mainly includes my brother-in-law Bob (still alive), a sister (his wife), another sister (Carol), my mother, and several other people that are not as much to the forefront of the theme. Mostly I talk to them about their status of being alive or deceased at certain times (mostly in reference to the future), which seems a bit odd as they are all seemingly younger and healthy at this point. Apparently it is June 1995 in one part of my dream (likely because I just included a June 1995 dream on a recent entry on two sites, that being “Rainforest Portal”). At one point, I vaguely perceive that it may be 2001. (To regard that there are actually twenty years from 1995 to 2015 seems almost preposterous to me even though it is true. This probably says a lot about my perspective and general perception of time. My wife seems as beautiful and young-looking as ever.)

My relatives do not seem that annoyed by my reporting of when they will die. I do tell one sister to take care of her stomach and with another, I mention her gall bladder. I even tell my brother-in-law that he is still alive. There is a brief idea about the old photograph that shows two of my brothers and two of my sisters on my mother’s side. Whether or not they will “remain” in the photograph is mostly only in the back of my mind; likely a “Back to the Future” influence. If so, only the youngest boy will be left standing (the only one still living).

In the back of my mind, I am trying to remember what year it really is, but cannot; typical in-dream amnesia, I suppose, though I am only mildly frustrated by this inability to determine the nature of the supposed time period (a contemplation of which is fairly rare in my dreams). I experience mild sadness about knowing their fate but it is not that dramatic. However, I sometimes find myself going over in my mind regarding who is alive and who had passed away when I am in certain semi-sleep states, which likely carries over into certain dream states but in a more unusual way where they are all “alive” for a time.

There is another section to my dream involving my mother. I first see what looks like a smaller bearlike creature squatting near the periphery of a garden just off the walkway from the side of a house. After a short time, I realize it is my mother (who looks more like a “real” version of Loweezy from the “Snuffy Smith” comic strip), this being one of those times when any symbolic association actually reveals itself within my dream. (Bears have sometimes come to be representative of my mother in childhood - big and threatening at times but still very protective of their cubs.)

Finally, I am to get dressed for some sort of event, though I am not certain if it is for a wedding (of possibly an undetermined relative) or for going to school (as a young student - apparently my perceived timeline has shifted again). I have newer clothes loosely scattered under a bed (apparently recently bought by my mother) which are supposedly suitable for me. It is only a minor annoyance to have to reach under the bed (which I think is in the carport of my Cubitis home, north to south) and slide out what I want. After I undress and begin to dress again (including putting on a nice blue shirt), I eventually grab a pair of blue jeans and put them on. In a short time however, I see that they are actually yellow dress pants, which makes me cry out “Blech!” in my dream (though there is no one around at that point). I take them off with great annoyance (and near disgust) and find a new (and unfaded) pair of jeans. My dream loses coherence before I am fully ready to go wherever it is I have to go.

Morning of January 8, 2015. Thursday.



My family and I seem to be living back in Brisbane on Stadcor Street. The annoying neighbors are seemingly ones we have had more recently, though. I am looking at a magazine but sometimes seem to be more present at the actual location where the (mostly newer and in color) photographs were taken, but not with any interaction or acknowledgement of my presence by anyone in the photographs. At first, there are a few images of a younger nun looking at a mummified nun that had been placed near a doorway (to the right of it). It is in some sort of catacombs directly linked with or inside a larger church. Later on, there are platforms that display mummified bishops, cardinals, and popes. Many are well-preserved, but there is one where the back is arched and the head turned back at an odd angle with the mouth wide open. It is mentioned how some remains had not been maintained during certain time periods or within certain groups. Some bodies and heads are much more skeletal than others. This possibly represents my complete disinterest (since early childhood) in anything relative to churches or organized religion. Mummies and statues seem to have similar in-dream meanings, though oddly enough, statues have proven to be more likely to come to life than mummies. I think statues reflect stronger or more recent associations with potential of what they represent while mummies represent non-potential. In fact, one of my first better-documented lucid dreams as such (from age four) related to the statue of “The Thinker” coming to life (yet at the same time not wanting to be seen as such by the general public).

Later on, there is some sort of frustration regarding the neighbors, but it is not clear. I end up with some sort of gorilla costume, which I wear at first to protect myself from their antics. This in fact does not seem that logical in afterthought - as one wearing a gorilla costume would be far more conspicuous. However, the costume also has some sort of advanced internal technology which also makes the suit bulletproof. This bulletproof nature seems based on some sort of redirection using advanced technology. Apparently there is an active invisible layer around the suit that instantly detects proximity of any kind, which also instantly reverses any projectile - perhaps based on some sort of magnetic inversion in some sort of field around every point on the suit, though works on any kind of threat including nonmetallic. I do not have to do anything as it is automatic.

Eventually, there are military officials involved. Some who shoot at me are victims of their own weapons when the bullets redirect back to them. I am more annoyed at being followed around, including down an alley in town, than being shot at. Even a rocket launcher is ready to be used on me, but there is no effect. In fact, the bigger the weapon, the sooner it redirects. Thus, the rocket explodes as soon as it leaves the launcher when it is fairly far away from me in the alley (and on the opposite side). This seems to vaguely remind me of some sort of physics law relative to gravity. The men following me mostly only appear in groups of two or three at a time.

I am vaguely remembering that if I find the portal to the Pascal-triangle-like phasing of reality (related to the “event horizon” of reality) I can then be invisible to all but the most intelligent members of human society, though invisible to all depending on how far I go.

Morning of January 6, 2015. Tuesday.



In the first event, I am flying, about ten feet above the street, behind a car driven by my wife Zsuzsanna’s younger sister (who we rarely see in real life). I do not know who her passenger is. Suddenly, her car stops in the middle of the street as if it hit something that was literally invisible. I see that she is lying on her back across the front seat (instead of being in a position that would indicate that she had just crashed as the driver), her head to my left. There is a purple area of skin around her nose and cheeks, continuing down to just above her chest, somewhat hour-glass-shaped. I am trying to decide if this was a result of her face hitting the steering wheel (as she has a minor nosebleed) or if it represents either a breathing problem or blood chemistry imbalance related to breathing. It seems to be the latter. Someone calls an ambulance. (In reality, she has no breathing problems as far as I know but does maintain a hostile attitude.)

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This may relate to being “purple with rage”. Overall, my dream has no significance with recent events, though is possibly a reminder of her self-destructive attitude; that I would not let her mentality “drive” me.

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The next event relates to being an aid to a higher-ranking military figure. An old prisoner with a beard is not a terrorist as believed by most officials. The only one who knows this is the military figure I serve. He is planning to help the prisoner escape without detection. Firstly, the prisoner is told to shave as well as wear a military uniform he is discretely given.

We release the prisoner from his cell and the three of us walk towards an elevator. No one seems suspicious. While we are on the elevator, an older (but shorter than we are) higher-ranking official steps in. We start talking about big game hunting. I try to sound intelligent in this scene but end up being incoherent. I talk about hunting buffalo (bison) but I am uncertain if they have tusks or long tusk-like horns. (They have horns, but in my dream, I do not perceive them as such and I feel that my uncertainty was a foolish mistake that would expose me as not understanding hunting.) I go on to talk about hunting elephants (as if they are like bison) and giraffes and then add, somewhat unnecessarily, that this sort of hunting is not in America. Still, the official does not mock me or seem suspicious.

I and the military man I am helping are eventually out on the street with the former prisoner, getting into a convertible (which is across the street from the government building). An unfamiliar female approaches the car from the right side, saying that she knew the man was an escaping prisoner, yet did not raise the alarm (and it seems she helped us in distracting a couple other officers as we were leaving the building). I am not sure what her motive is. She reminds me of actress Margaret Hamilton (Miss Gulch and The Wicked Witch of the West from 1939’s “The Wizard of Oz”). (I sometimes confused her with Jane Withers as Josephine the Plumber when I was young. “The Farmer Takes a Wife” from 1935 stars both.) The parked car transmutes to my “return” to bed.

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The preconscious (here the Margaret Hamilton character) is passive and helpful in this case, as the prisoner (my emergent consciousness) escaping is waking symbolism. This is foreshadowed and validated by the elevator ride (which symbolizes a real-time transition in consciousness, often either the induction or waking prompt precursor in liminal space) while my dream self is openly displaying and proving my lack of critical thinking skills and viable memory of hunting (biological sustenance symbolism as the dream self cannot physically eat or survive on its own and my unconscious mind is pulling away the fictional nature of my dream self). The higher-ranking military figure I am helping could be identified as the transpersonal interconsciousness, while the other male on the elevator could be a stand-in model for everyman.

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Morning of January 4, 2015. Sunday.



In this dream, it is a solid wooden door (rather than the typical jalousie-windowed door) that does not fully fit the doorway when closed at our present address on W Street (however, this door is cracked in reality in the top left panel though that attribute is not noticed or considered in my dream). It is the door that goes out to the front porch from our living room. I soon sense that there are devious people in the street (though I do not see them at any point) that may impose or possibly have intent to burglarize our house. However, this potentially dangerous scenario does not happen even though I continue to have issues with the door for several minutes. In this case, it is probably a “four-fifths door” within the doorway and I try to make the door “fit” as I close it, but to no avail. I cannot seem to “stretch” the wooden door far enough over to reach the latch on the left side (using in-dream faux logic in expecting the door to be malleable), in my non-lucid dream state. Still, I am not confronted or attacked at any point and no one comes onto the porch.

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Morning of January 2, 2015. Friday.



I am back on King Street. What I have noted about hundreds of such dreams is that the boarding house is never the same as it ever was in reality, and for each dream, there is usually a different setup, almost as if another part of me is deliberately trying to get me to recognize that I am dreaming. In this case, Leonard S, the pinhead, has a room he never had in reality, the room across from the very large bathroom. Also, across from Leonard’s in-dream room, what should be the bathroom is now another apartment. “Squeaky” (a real-life friend of ours) lives there. (He got his nickname from absentmindedly stepping on a certain floorboard, near the pinhead’s apartment, that always squeaked loudly.)

I am mostly aware of the time period I am in (and the fact that I am married and have children), though I am not sure if these people would be alive in reality (our landlady lived to be over a hundred, though). Squeaky’s room looks very poorly maintained and mostly empty except for a bit of grungy damaged furniture. However, when we shake hands I happily compliment him (seemingly sincerely - not condescending at all) on how well he has done in “still living there”, even though it is truly pathetic on his part. This seems to be due to me having a more defined empathy in-dream for him. Normally, such a scene would probably infuriate the one being addressed (as if perceiving the other person is otherwise being rudely sarcastic), though Squeaky does not react angrily.

The pinhead is there behind his door and I tell him to step out even though he is not fully dressed (which was why he was hesitant in stepping into his doorway). Squeaky stands to the left. I ask Leonard how he is doing and he looks at first as he did in reality and seems happy to see me again. However, a short time later, I notice how unnaturally tall he is (in reality he was about my height). In fact, the upper part of his body, from about mid-chest-level, to the top of his head, seems to taper off in a rather bizarre fashion, giving the impression that his head is only about one-fifth the size of mine. His shoulders also taper off in an odd trapezoidal fashion. At first, I think this is a trick of perspective relative to him being tall and towering over me, but it is not a trick of perspective; he actually looks like this in-dream at this point. Looking again, it is almost as if his head is smaller than a baseball.

Morning of December 30, 2014. Tuesday.



I seem to be in Brazil or perhaps some sort of holographic life-sized model of a scene from Recife (“heh-see-fee”), Brazil, standing on the opposite side of a shoreline with many tall commercial buildings. It is during early afternoon, I think.

After a time, I am able to mentally “pick up” an entire building and move it (without any damage, oddly enough), mostly farther to my left to place it in a different area. I am not a giant or anything; solely my normal size throughout. I seem to be doing it as a part of some sort of simple exercise or relative to perhaps a contest or game.

Prior to my dream’s ending, I end up putting one building to the leftmost of the scene, where it actually “sits” on the water without sinking. This does not seem quite right somehow but I do not hear anyone complaining about what I am doing and I am not lucid in any way. (For example, no one falls or screams, etc.) (For some reason, the scene vaguely reminds me of reusable stickers, where you can put them elsewhere after first placing them in a particular area.)

Again, something does not seem quite right, but I am not sure if it is because the building is just “sitting” on the water’s surface or if it is because it is too far to the left away from most of the other buildings.

Morning of December 30, 2014. Tuesday.



My family and I, as well as my (deceased) sister Marilyn (who appears only about thirty in-dream) are in an unfamiliar residence. On the other side of the large room and partly blocked by the fact the room is L-shaped as well as us (sister, son, myself) being in an alcove (the rest of my family in another part of the residence), is a television showing, it seems, an old black-and-white Bela Lugosi movie (though not like any real one) and the audio is oddly of what seems like a rude sonnet by a narrator rather than actor dialog. The sonnet is at least partly about manually pleasuring oneself, but there are other aspects.

There is an alcove (to my right) where a larger table extends outward from it and about halfway out from the alcove. My oldest son, his back to the television, is somehow “on” the inner wall of the alcove closest to the television, possibly somehow sitting on the upper left corner of a cloth wall calendar. It does not make much sense how this could be and something so absurd does not trigger even the slightest lucidity. My sister is the only one facing the television across the table from me, though I sometimes turn around to look at it. The sonnet contains crude adult humor though I am not sure my son understands it as his face remains without emotion. There is a line about someone having their hands in their pants (for self-gratification).

The volume is low and I notice earlier on that my sister is leaning forward a bit as if in attempt to hear it better. I turn the audio up with a remote control and ask her if she can hear it better and she nods.

I then look at the beige cloth wall calendar. It is possible that my son is actually “sitting on the wall” like Spider-Man rather than his weight being on the left edge of the top of the calendar. I notice a rather large spider crawling on the lower left corner of the calendar. I tell my son to look (as he has always had a real-life interest in arachnids) and he tries to capture it. He tells me that it is not venomous when I ask him about it.

The spider’s abdomen is quite strange and strongly resembles a darker beige pair of bowlegged corduroy pants (though the “legs of the pants” are not actually spider legs, just the odd abdomen shape).

Because a spider typically represents hands, this echoes the earlier line about “hands in pants” and the fact that it is not venomous reflects that self-gratification is not “bad” as spiders in dreams sometimes represent metaphorically (although spiders sometimes have other hand-related meanings, such as a fear of being punished - this I learned from my childhood spider dreams).

Morning of December 29, 2014. Monday.



Although this dream does have similarities to concepts from certain sparser past dreams, it is entirely new in its “design”. My intent, as usual, is to expand on each new in-dream “power”. I have only, for one day, been using a new type of dream “scripting”, but not as direct as other types. It involves a new type of training that combines focusing on and questioning an event or image transition with two possible outcomes, one related to “can only occur in a dream” and the other, “will likely only occur when awake”. Of course, this is so “obvious” as to be ridiculous, but I have never read anything remotely similar in dream publications. It is a more advanced form of continuous “reality checks” that eventually become “automatic”, that is, a natural way of thought continuity. Instead of just asking now and then if you are dreaming, you do actual meditative sessions with real objects or images and their status until your entire mind falls into this skill “automatically”. (I will go more into this later in other entries). Practice makes perfect as they say. I am surprised it has already “worked” in a way after only one day, but not as fully as desired, though I suspect it fits into the “prototype” type of dream.

Obviously, dreams can be “anything” (including, for lack of a better term, “paranormal”, contrary to certain less-enlightened and less-experienced people) - and, strangely enough, I only began to fully understand this more recently (compared to the extent and longevity of my work). Because of the nature of consciousness, “anything” can be experienced in a dream and at any level of vividness (even two or more dreams at the same time if one is so inclined) including far more vivid than day to day real life (which I suppose worries some people as they are then concerned with somehow being “tricked” into thinking they are dreaming when they are not - which is absurd due to the fact that dreams naturally “trick” people into thinking they are awake - but, alas, it is human nature to “fail”, apparently), particularly various levels of remote viewing, which includes perspectives and perceptions not even close to habitual waking associations (which may, in fact, be why many people supposedly do not remember their dreams - due to them being too abstract or “far away” from their waking status).

In my dream, I am sitting in the center of a mostly featureless pale blue room. I am not lucid, yet (as has often been the case in the past) still somehow aware I am making my dream from another “mental plain” (for lack of a better term). There is an invisible “portal” in the room that I am aware of, but it is very small. This portal is, for a time, seemingly no bigger than my finger, though it does seem to expand later. It is probably about a foot or so from the floor. In fact, I find it by moving my hand around until the fingertip starts to “vanish” when I move my hand forward a bit. This happens a few times.

What is remarkable is that I can see my finger slowly vanish from the tip downward as it enters this other realm (though this does not trigger any degree of lucidity yet). I try experimenting with it. I take a small book and actually manage to push it through into the other (unseen) realm so that it seems to become “invisible” as a result (though not truly invisible, just beyond this portal). After a time, my mother-in-law, unfortunately, makes an appearance. The portal at that point almost seems like a sort of metaphorical “coin-slot” into this other world.

There is not much definition or rendering of the mother-in-law presence or associations, but there is something to do with an occult book being taken out by the mother-in-law, though it is primarily inconsequential and something about demons (which I have never remotely seen any evidence of in my lifetime - only manifestations of someone’s own personal fears and limitations).

There is not much else going on. I have not “worked” like this in any past dream in this particular way (only vaguely similar scenes), but it does seem a result of the particular “reality checks” I had done. However, they curiously took on a different metaphorical pattern. Instead of checking by “meeting a solid surface” with my fingertips, my fingertip “vanished” into an implied portal, the portal being otherwise completely unseen. Of course, this implies (though I already knew this) that even if a dream is seemingly of “one” implied environment (and not necessarily relevant to common bilocation experiences in dreams), there are unseen immediate phasing layers all around the dreamer. This is no surprise, I suppose, due to the fact that sound, imagery, and other features of the universe also phase in ways the public would refuse to believe even when shown. For example, when you invert one sound wave over another (polarity reversal) the second being originally the same as the first, all relevant sound completely ceases to exist. However, this is not a matter of “cancelling out” as some suggest. Why? Because if you insert something that slightly changes one of the waveforms into one channel, you will still detect that they both still simultaneously exist, just in a different inaudible form. This of course, is quite intriguing in what it suggests about the nature of dreaming and human thought itself.

Morning of December 28, 2014. Sunday.



This dream is possibly based on a very recent real-life event. An unknown male, possibly from a couple houses east of us, had yelled out “hello” from random areas on the footpath and eventually knocked, this happening two days in a row, though only once knocking each time (assuming it was the same person each day) yet immediately left before anyone could get to the door.

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In my dream, I go into the front room and when I glance out the window I notice that a couple trucks are parked against the house. Not only that, I notice that part of the bumpers are somehow up over the outer window ledge (which in reality is too narrow to support anything and is not really the right level for that as it is) making it seem even more of a ridiculous imposition.

Upon seeing this bizarre unlikely intrusion onto our house itself, I look out and glance around our front yard and notice three men fighting and rolling around on the ground. Two of the men appear to be typical local males. One of them, however, has the head of a fish. He lifts his head up, looking blankly towards me for a short time and then goes back to fighting.

I am eventually aware that at least one of them is a police officer. The other two are seemingly connected to a courier company, or perhaps two different courier companies. The fish-headed man seems to be losing for a time.

Even though my perspective and overall perception are quite clear, I cannot quite determine if the fish-headed man is now (or had been) the police officer or is one of the others. Not much else happens. It does appear that the fish-headed man is wearing a uniform, but it may be a formal outfit for the delivery company.

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There was an earlier section where my wife’s brother Simon was visiting and he is talking about the changes that a friend of his went through - especially changes within his mind over time. He uses a term which contains “hero’s intuition” - the other word possibly being “unsung”. I hear him speak for quite some time and he seems sincere and at ease. I am not sure who he is talking about - but it seems like someone that had been in the hospital recently. (I do not know any of his friends in reality.) For some reason (dream-based empathy perhaps though I am not lucid), I admit to also being like that in the past but that a person changes over time. Foresight and long-term precognition supposedly become less significant and vivid over time because more of your life is behind you than ahead of you, though this is not always the case in reality.

Morning of December 27, 2014. Saturday.



I am apparently on my way to see some of my old classmates though the circumstances are unclear. They are not actually the ones who were my friends, it seems. Several of them are at an (unfamiliar) house in the area.

I find myself in the front part of an unfamiliar residence, though my classmates are there; about six or seven males. The kitchen is fairly close to the front of the house and there is a large counter through the larger room, extending from my right. Over time, I notice that there are a lot of dishes and such in a very large metal sink and the counter is quite messy - not all just kitchen-related messes, either, but possibly even car parts and pieces of old lawn mowers. I get a vague impression that I am supposed to do the dishes and clean the house.

However, I eventually notice that all these prior male classmates are obnoxious versions of Bugs Bunny, Porky Pig, and other Warner cartoon characters. They do not seem that much like cartoons, though, but real beings. They actually seem quite nasty as well as lacking even a fundamental level of intelligence. I am certainly not going to help them in any way, especially as they ironically see me as “inferior”.

I suppose this is actually how I see certain former classmates (though not ones I am still in contact with on Facebook) and some types of people in general - as “obnoxious cartoon characters” and even virtually “hollow”, though that is something I do not have that much interest to dwell on, especially in dream states, considering the vast potential of new horizons even at an older age.

Morning of December 23, 2014. Tuesday.



Even though this is vaguely related to the recurring (and assuming fictional) Enchanted Forest setting, it is not as defined as usual and seems to be in a different location.

My family and I stop near a forest during, I think, an extensive shopping trip or other outing. We are still fairly close to the main part of town. The forest is still quite dense and supposedly isolated (internally), though. It seems to be around late morning. Although I am not sure of directional orientation, the forest remains mostly to my right from wherever we were walking from.

After a short time, I notice an unusual-looking light gray “mouse” with very short fur and scurrying about at the edge of the outer perimeter and in and out of clusters of dead leaves. I watch it for awhile. It may actually be a vole, which I consider for a short time. I pick it up briefly but let it go again. For some reason, a vole seems more “wild” or “exotic” (as well as “rare”) than an “ordinary” wild mouse.

Later on, a toddler appears from deeper within the forest. Even though she is only about three, she somehow seems to have been living there alone most of her life. This seems a bit odd, so we decide to take her with us as we do more shopping.

Later, however, a younger male wearing glasses, who reminds me of someone I only saw once several years ago in public while he was carrying his daughter with a very annoyed look on his face while entering a men’s room at a drive-in theater, makes an appearance near the parking lot of a mall. He is very angry that we took his child from the woods. Apparently, she was supposed to be there on her own for a time as he and his wife were doing shopping (I do not think it was punishment). His wife is with him but he does most of the complaining. They take the child with them after a few conversations about leaving a toddler alone in an isolated area (which seem to “reset” and repeat - there are a couple times when I am thinking “jungle”, even saying it once or twice, but then change it to “forest” since I have doubt that there is a jungle nearby).

For some reason, he does not think it strange to leave an infant or toddler on their own in a forest for a long time, as it seems she had been there for weeks according to the conversation. It seems my wife and I are very inconsiderate to have “rescued” his daughter in light of what we thought we were doing. (It vaguely reminds me of a real-life scenario years ago where my wife informed another mother that her young daughter was handling mothballs at a secondhand bookstore and was possibly about to eat a couple - the mother acted more annoyed at my wife for informing her in a timely manner than about the situation itself, and there was a similar event where a toddler was running around in her backyard on her own with large sharp scissors where the mother became angry with my wife instead of having any concern for the child).

This still seems wrong to me, though my family and I resume our activities after I punch him in the face several times, knocking him over each time. He seems mostly uninjured and unwavering in his beliefs.

This dream followed thoughts that have always greatly puzzled me nearly my entire life on how it is possible for toddlers to disappear or have fatal accidents in settings where there is apparently no adult around anywhere. This is even more of a puzzle since I have had extensive experience with a large family for quite some time (thus it certainly is not a question of a lack of perspective or role which many would probably use as an excuse regarding my opinion) and it has never been that difficult to care for family members and be aware of their safety. I still do not know how it is possible other than a bizarre lack of attention or awareness on the part of parents or guardians (when a child somehow wanders off), which does not even seem possible to me other than the parents simply forgetting they have children for a time. I suppose this sounds strange coming from someone who had a near-fatal accident themselves when not quite two years of age. I guess I was a quick climber and I do not blame either parent in this case.

The girl in my dream vaguely reminds me of a real-life situation where we saw two female toddlers walking around in our front yard at about two in the morning and they were hanging around near our front steps as if lost. The parents were inside their house, possibly drunk or sleeping. A large dog was with them as if the parents thought that a dog somehow had human perspective and “responsibility” and would viably babysit their kids.

Morning of December 22, 2014. Monday.



I am in some sort of business building that is seemingly in the same location as the King Street boarding house was and on the second floor. I am not sure of what is going on, so I mainly just walk around. Other people, unknown, are sitting and standing in the area in a few different rooms. Apparently, we had all been involved in some sort of educational task but I do not recall what had happened before. At one point, I notice that my hair is braided on each side as well as the back, with a cluster of three feathers on each. Not knowing what else to do, I do a vocalization that is somewhat chant-like.

Although I am not singing that loudly at all, another male walks by and acknowledges it. He tells me that he is Irish American (thus not like me at all) but that my singing seems to have made him feel better and is “improving his mind” in other ways. I am not sure what to say but make a vague remark and generalization about wavelengths. We walk north down a hall to some sort of counter. Apparently everyone is leaving but only a couple people here and there are getting awards for some reason. As I slowly walk by the counter (to my left) in the line of people going out, I am told that I “did very well” (though I have no idea what the reference is to) and a male places a bronze decoration (as an award of some kind), that represents a cluster of three feathers, on the counter. Before I get much farther, I am given an additional award, which is one smaller bronze feather. I am not sure how to react but I put them in my pocket.

After leaving the building, most of us walk west down King Street, but the area is quite different. At first, it seems fairly late at night. There are sections that look like the inside of a house (even with furniture) but are inverted to be external features near the sidewalk. There is a turn off to where we are apparently going to walk north. During this time, an unknown female is worried about being accosted so she walks to my left for protection. There are other random people around that are farther away from us.

One of the males near the front of the line is talking about people with guns approaching us (from the north). At first, I think it may be some sort of military scenario, then think about a possible active gang. The male that warns us is soon shot.

Several new unknown people appear - all with pistols, the leader being a blonde female working with a dark-haired male, and we are apparently going to be forced to be guests at a “mob” wedding due to the fact that they do not have enough guests and the wedding is to be very soon. They hand out adult “bibs” that look like the front part of a white dress shirt - complete with real black buttons (but no tie). All of us are supposed to wear them and follow the others to the wedding location as we are all held at gunpoint.

After a short time, even though I am not lucid, I “remember” that I have certain abilities, primarily to manipulate the thoughts and physical movements of people. Even though the two main people with guns are bossing my group around, I soon mentally will them to turn around and shoot each other. That threat is eliminated. I then cause the others to turn back and give the members of my group time to get to a building for safety. We travel easterly into an industrial area with large warehouses and my dream begins to fade.

The sensations of altering someone else’s thoughts (as well as in causing them to move a certain way) is quite direct and physical where I actually seem to “feel” movements in the other person’s mind from a distance; the act somewhat like mentally changing the positions of tiny magnetic balls. This is the third time in a row in recent dreams where I was experiencing something related to perceived movements in the mind. It is far more defined and clearer than it had ever been in the past, though even that was rare.

Morning of December 18, 2014. Thursday.



Although this dream was extraordinarily vivid, realistic, and very well-rendered and defined, it was a typical housecleaning dream without much going on. Often, in housecleaning dreams, I become semi-lucid and start mentally washing and painting the walls, but not in this case. (I sometimes even reupholster furniture in need of repair, with in-dream telekinesis).

I am vacuuming the floor and especially corners of doorways, where a lot of dirt and dust has accumulated. My family (as they are now) are involved in other activities. I put a lot of attention on a wooden desk that I actually have not seen in many years. For some reason, this particular desk has appeared in far more of my dreams than other furniture even though I am not sure why (I suppose that sounds hilarious to non-dream-workers) and often appears in a location where it would not have been in reality. In this case, it seems to be a variation of our present home.

This desk (which had been sloppily painted brown by someone who had apparently not liked the natural wood appearance and who also utilized the not-so-clever painting of the one small drawer so that it often got jammed for a short time) had single shelves on each side and a narrower area across the middle (under the top part) which I also used as a book holder (the books being a bit heavy and curving the board downward slightly). The most common type of dream this desk is associated with is the “sudden fictional books” feature - fictional books which I somehow remember having had most of my life - and this new dream is no exception.

I get to a point where the sucking is not as strong as it should be and I reason that something is blocking it within the hose (I certainly hope this is not a cellular reference to my arteries). I also take off the normal head (as I sometimes do in reality) to use just the hose itself, as the head is often clumsily large and not very feasible anyway.

From here, I see what is blocking the hose and the items (all paper-based) fall out into an open space. Firstly, it is a partly rolled, quickly sketched vacuum cleaner advertisement from a 1950s magazine showing a smiling woman in the seeming process of vacuuming a red and white vertically striped sofa but holding up the head to about the level of her head, angled out at about 25 degrees to the left. She looks very blissful in her small white lacy apron, holding up the vacuum head, ready to take on the world.

Then, as the dream eventually loses cohesion (but is still very vivid at this point), I see that I had accidentally sucked up a blank sheet music booklet (but which is actually almost full of unpublished written-in musical works) which is actually an A5-sized booklet. I am slightly concerned about dirt having ruined the booklet, but I see that the dirt marks are mostly only on the corners of all the pages. I treasure this book…and remember it well…even though it has never actually existed.

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 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.