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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.

Morning of May 1, 2013. Wednesday.



My wife Zsuzsanna and our children (although the oldest is eighteen) are in a matte silver bus (late 1950s-early 1960s) parked just beyond a large bridge (which is somewhat like a suspension bridge and sparsely covered), still somewhat on the road. It is possibly my father’s old bus he used in real life for a music studio, which was purchased from a church and had a small balcony at the rear and had most of the passenger seats removed. I have a sense that there may be some trouble (such as police officers, escaped convicts, or both). I look out the right windows and down and see a couple cars. Looking closer, I see there are two 1936 Ford Phaetons close to the right side of the bus, one parked behind the other (aligned to the bus), of a very deep blue, almost black, and very shiny and well-cared for. Ahead, also to the right, but more off the road, is another one. This one has a chauffeur standing just outside the door on the left. He is dressed somewhat like a jockey from the 1940s, but a bit more stylish and with more balanced (matching), darker colors.

Zsuzsanna and I decide to leave the bus and look around. I notice that both sides of the road just beyond the bridge are partially blocked (about half on the road, half off); on the right by our bus, and on the left, yet a couple more Ford Phaetons of a darker color (so there are five in all - possibly representing our five children, and the one with the chauffeur - for our baby - or oldest son?

As we are standing there on the bridge in a very peaceful state, my wife and I notice that a massive green algal bloom is covering much of the bridge, road surface, and river’s surface, yet it has an odd “fresh”, “clean” and almost foamy feel to it.

A car (bluish-to-greenish-gray 1990 Lincoln) comes zigzagging and spinning (in slow motion) into our area from the other direction, going from one side of the bridge to the other in various out-of-control patterns. The car is also covered with green algae and slime; even over the windows so that the driver cannot see (the windshield wipers are not going, either). This does not seem unusual (compared to the typical real-life drivers in this region; one had even crashed into our house once and another at a different time into the church across the street, and there are “near-misses” all the time). I decide that perhaps the other cars should be moved out of the way (there is also a vacuum cleaner sitting just outside the bus, which I move out of the way).

However, the 1990 Lincoln swerves violently (though it could have easily went between the other vehicles if the road was not so slippery or if the driver had control), and somehow (before reaching the area the bus and cars are) knocking out a seeming support column of the bridge as well as the side of the walkway. It then goes straight off and plunges into the water, quickly sinking completely, starting at about a forty-five degree angle. There are no escape attempts, so I guess the occupants drowned (similar to one of my last dreams where a car went off a bridge into the water). Soon, the green algae areas flow back again, covering the watery surface’s “hole” the car had made in their growth.

“Very interesting,” I say during the sinking of the car.

There is then a bit of enhanced “roaring” silence, then; insects, birds, a slight breeze rustling the trees, etc

“That was nice”, says my wife sincerely, almost romantically.

“Mmm-hmm”. I agree and nod slowly. I look back, hoping to see more fools drive off the bridge and make a big splash, but there is no more traffic this way. I notice that there was additional damage to the bridge, in that part of it is tipped and broken away. Instead of making a slight attempt at the short jump to get back to our bus, I tell my wife we should just walk around via the other route, which may take five or ten minutes. I wake.

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Although this dream was not precisely precognitive, I did see something similar on the news in real life later; a longer special-imaging video of some sort (from a police helicopter) showing people driving and spinning all over the road as a policeman talked about stopping such people. As I sat watching this video, watching the car go all over the road, onto the footpath, etc. and spinning around for what seemed like ages (and much of it was in slow motion), it did feel like my dream. I even almost expected to see one go off a bridge and into the water, but none did.

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Morning of April 28, 2013. Sunday.



Instead of my 1922 Red Phaeton bringing an assassin to wipe out annoying dream characters, it was a car that came up in a Google image earlier, a dark blue 1936 Ford Deluxe Phaeton. I guess my “regular” assassin was now a composite utilizing the new Black Widow (actress Scarlett Johansson), although she dresses much differently, sort of like a younger female Robin Hood (or more so, Green Arrow), but with a more colorful and “tougher” wardrobe.

This was an early evening dream, when I fell asleep to catch up on some rest. At any rate, here I am once again back in my home in Cubitis with annoying neighbors. I become aware in my half-sleep (the television was on) of how bizarre human voices seem (both actors and audience) in situation comedies. “Everybody Loves Raymond” was on and I kept following the seeming strangeness of it all. An actor would say a short phrase, the audience laughed, a different actor would say a short phrase, the audience laughed again, another actor said a short phrase, the audience laughed again…and on and on, sounding like a very unnatural, otherworldly, “inhuman” rhythm.

In my dream, south of my old Florida home, is a different (unknown) group living there. There are probably at least a dozen people in the main front room. It seems to be some sort of family reunion. They have their loud television on (“Everybody Loves Raymond”), with the brief actor talk, brief audience laugh, brief actor talk, brief audience laugh, seeming to be in an actual repeating loop, sounding as abnormal and unearthly as ever, as well as a loud stereo playing some sort of sparse, low booming sound (probably around 40 Hz) but no actual music or other audio nuances mixed in (similar to how a time-stretched car stereo playing techno would sound from a distance). Groups of people have often disoriented me in real life, making me feel very tired and drained even after only a couple minutes, not always in a negative sense, though, sometimes bordering on non-lucid, peaceful dreamlike states, especially in restaurants.

I go to their house and bash on the door. The inner door is open and only the screen door is closed. The house is different from real life in that there is no door on the north end in reality. I tell them to turn things down (there are about four things going at once), but they say they cannot, as everything is broken, so they are all just sitting and standing around listening to it all and yelling all their repeated conversations at each other to be heard over the other nonsense (possibly inspired by the “loud television gag” from "Ghostbusters”).

I try a few more times, but only get negative remarks. It also does not help that when I am talking to one person, everyone else then suddenly starts talking about what I said, and sharing different ideas at the same time, so I have to point out the home owner, who is the only one I am actually attempting to speak to, but it does not seem to be understood. She is an uneducated hillbilly type, about forty or so, with light curly hair, sitting in an old green armchair.

Finally, my assassin comes in. She takes out an unusual looking larger dagger that looks like a boomerang knife. A young man laughs and says “that’s a paper knife” and she then throws it to the wall so that it hits the wall very hard and sticks into it (mostly vertically), splitting the wood nearly to the hilt (which is funny, as it actually does seem made of paper at one point). She immediately decapitates him with another of the same design (waiting just long enough so that he sees what the knife does to the wall before he is killed) but the knife returns, so it does seem like an actual boomerang design in potential, but looking much the same as the biggest knife here (not seen until after my dream - and I do not recall seeing them or at least thinking about the design at any previous time):



The other people start leaving, but only half of them escape in a car, the others being killed (one with a television coming down over his head and one going through a wall, most with “boomerang” knives through them).

I am then on the Seven Mile Bridge at night (Key West). I watch the car of escaping people somehow just drive off the bridge (or crash “smoothly” through the side) and plunge into the ocean - also somehow caused by the work of my own assassin from the dark blue Phaeton. I am aware of two old fishermen in a small boat, only one of which noticed the actual car hitting the water near them. He asks the other, slowly…“Was that a…car?” The other just shrugs and casts his line where the splash was, thinking it might have been a big fish.

I decide that it is time to wake up, as I have probably slept long enough. I decide to use a trick I often use to become more lucid to improve my reasoning skills (so that I will then know the best way to wake up), and that is, jumping from a cliff or a bridge as I often do, as I greatly enjoy the sensation of falling in lucid dreams.

I jump from the bridge and the bottoms of my feet hit flat on the water’s surface, causing a slight pain in my legs from the impact. I then start walking on the water, but see that the shore is very far away. I decide to run over the water and I end up flying into the air, so far up, I am almost out of the Earth’s atmosphere, seeing mostly only the topside of clouds, the ocean and small areas of the Florida Keys. I keep moving and eventually wake.

Morning of February 7, 2013. Thursday.



I am with my beautiful wife near the ocean. We are on our backs relaxing happily on the sand - but eventually the waves become stronger, reach where we are, and I find myself submerged seemingly just a little too long with a slight wariness. However, I am fine, and am soon back on the sand as the waves move back out. I think this is related to us doing some sort of meditation in my dream but without realizing how close the waves would eventually be. We live in a fairly large apartment building nearby and go inside for a few minutes.

I am somehow aware of the ocean vanishing (not sure of the reason) and we decide to go back out and look. The waves are no longer coming in and the area is mostly just sand (but I do not see any deep areas like there would actually be if the ocean did vanish). There are still hints of the ocean at a fair distance, but it actually does look like a desert now instead of a beach closer in. I am wondering why there are still pools of water in the far distance.

We again go back inside. There is concern about some sort of dangerous creatures in the area that came from the ocean (due to the large amount of water receding). There are supposedly many different types, but no one seems to agree on size at that point. The answer to keeping safe seems to be only to build high walls around every single building and home to keep the creatures from getting to people - there is nothing about attacking or going after the creatures or any other form of defense. I see someone I know who is already finishing up the final section of the wall around where we are. He seems happy and confident. Supposedly, all humans will have to remain in buildings and behind walls from now on. (I am not sure how people would get around or get food and other supplies, though.)

Everything seems fine. Eventually, there is someone outside the door near the back (facing where the ocean was), but we are higher up, I think on the third or fourth floor. Wooden steps go up to a screen door. (It reminds me much of our front entrance on Stadcor Street at Wavell Heights at this point but much higher.) A boy and a girl are there. They are talking about coming in or moving into the area. However, they are not quite human. They are creatures from the ocean. They seem harmless, but I am fairly certain they and those like them would destroy (or eat) the human race. I am at sort of a non-cohesive mode of thought. I am again aware that there is a very large number of different types of these creatures, but all somewhat human. These two look mostly human but have crustacean parts that are hardly noticeable, such as slight bumps on the side of the face, slightly differently-shaped fingers, and thin antennae near the top-back of the head and slightly different eye color and hair color than “normal”. There are probably more (that came from deeper areas of the ocean) who have glowing lights down their legs and arms or perhaps even those with more than one pair of arms.

No conflict occurs, and there is no fear or even stronger concern of any kind, but I do not let them in or give them food or anything. I even contemplate the supposedly dangerous creatures and the humans living together as one people, but I doubt it would ever happen. As it is, people will just have to stay inside while the creatures roam and take over the world and perhaps set up their own government.

Morning of September 3, 2011. Saturday.



This dream situation and skewed perspective has been a very sparsely recurring scene, going as far back as age five (when first documented on Rose Street), though in this particular case, it was inspired more by a computer game than a toy racing track as such in the past. In most versions of this recurring concept, there is some degree of confusion in in-dream perspective (usually disembodied) over what is horizontal and what is vertical, even more so in this dream, probably due to the perspective of the computer game influence in being an “overhead view” yet viewed as vertical on the computer monitor.

Regardless of the number of movies and television shows I have seen with overhead views seen on the vertical, this skewed perspective is not as common in (at least my own) dreams as I would expect, though I do strongly believe that a lot of screwed-up aspects of dreams have been caused by watching imagery on a television or movie screen (though again, not as much as one would expect - for example, the size orientation of even human heads when viewed on television or especially on a movie screen does not cause as many dreams about giants or tiny people as one would expect or even as much distorted perspectives as would seem reasonable otherwise - although I did notice a major change in my dreams since watching television when younger - including zooming in or zooming out, sudden location shifts becoming more common, unexpected panning, and so on).

In this version of my dream, I am closely watching miniature cars (about half the size of a Matchbox Car) driving over the surface of the kitchen table (though back at Gellibrand Street it seems, though the setting does not seem consistent), over what looks like a set of about four miniature highways (which take up about two-thirds of the area of the tabletop). I am sometimes aware of small buildings, but they are not three-dimensional and look painted-on (and even the cars look “flat” at times). I seem to be floating around in my dream’s environment, disembodied. As is typical of this dream type, the top of the table seems to shift to where I am additionally watching a (fictional) plane that is vertical and by which the cars apparently drive up and down perpendicularly to the tabletop and somehow flip over at ninety degrees to keep driving without apparent incident. I am also aware of “real” items on our table at some points, mostly salt and pepper shakers (which we actually do not even have on the table in reality). I am also very vaguely aware of this being a part of a computer game, but it is not as defined an awareness that would otherwise trigger my lucidity. I do not experience disorientation, just an uncertainty at times of what the angle and placement is of what I am viewing; that is, whether I am looking down at a horizontal plane, or before me at a vertical plane. This has really not been all that common a viewpoint in my dreams. Also, the highway remains a highway, unlike railroad tracks in such a scenario that then sometimes become a ladder when rendered vertically.

Morning of April 3, 2010. Saturday.



This has been recurring to some extent for years, so I might as well include a partial scene of it.

I am seemingly on the highest floor of a tall apartment building, though it could be a fancy hotel as I do not think I live there permanently (though if I am in transit, I am not sure of the “before” and “after” locations, either). Looking out from the window, it is higher than all other buildings by several floors. I am not sure of the location or even the country. It is later at night, perhaps near eleven o'clock and there is a strong and steady rain but only mild thunder and lightning. At times, it almost seems like the building is part of a different (higher) dimension, but unlikely, as if it were it would look completely different and not be discernible as a building unless its higher construct was some sort of enigmatic implied 4D hyper-polyhedron that looked like a building from one point of 3D view (or rather the inside of one) - a better term would be an alternate three-dimensional structure in a parallel world, with the window being the portal, I suppose.

There is an enhanced sense of intimacy, of lovemaking (symbolic). This is of a different nature and at far more than one level. I move to the window (which has no screen), being half in the room and half outside. I sit on the window sill after rigging a makeshift seat along one side with a larger pillow folded somewhat L-shaped (because it is a sliding window and the base with the runners would be a bit uncomfortable to straddle directly), my left side evenly staying in the semi-lit warm room and my right side exposed to the cool outside, but the heavier rain is partially tamed by the (unseen) features of the building, it seems - whatever rain drops reach me are like cold forces of physical bliss - almost bordering on “unbearably sweet”. Outside the window is some sort of balcony - with a solid barrier about waist-high, ahead from where I am facing, the balcony has normal access from a door to outside.

I still get a very light awareness of being between worlds or taking “my world” into the exotic and beautiful construct of another, though technically I am not certain if all of this world is as one domain. Still, it seems more intimate and body-wide than an actual act of lovemaking - sort of as an act of joining one physical world to another with my body and overall presence as the “bridge”, due to the whole body being involved in a half and half experience of different sensual cues. I suppose it is hard to describe and I even sway side to side very slightly. This awareness seems to come and go in a strange way, between absentminded ecstasy and a puzzlement as to my present position and what my next event will be or need to be. I deliberately try to be perfectly half and half, although my legs are in different positions each side - no effect on my head in a physical sense other than a slight tingling on one side that does not grow in intensity. I do not really want to leave. I want to be here always and I want the cold hard rain to evenly fall always. Always night and always a semi-lit room to my left. This seems to be some sort of Yin and Yang state where I am both at the same time.

I am reminded of an unusual “trick” where you have your hand and upper arm in cold water on one side and hot water for the other hand, and then switch hands after a time - it is a very strange experience as if the mind cannot deal with the changeover.

Morning of January 5, 2010. Tuesday.



I am in an unknown location. It may be that my wife and family are living in La Crosse in my dream. The dream environment is outside at all times. The area is more open, not like a residential area; perhaps in or near a park, although there are buildings (both residential and commercial) here and there, sparsely arranged.

Most of the events occur at night and with a very eerie perspective. Large meteors are falling to Earth, though they are more like perfectly spherical fireballs the size of a beach ball. When they hit the ground, they sort of bounce and roll for quite a distance. Sometimes I am uncertain where they will be rolling and the idea of dodging them seems a bit problematic, although they never come that close.

It is not quite an “end of the world” scenario, but there is still a sense of potential disaster. There is a very vague association that the fireballs may have, or be connected to, some sort of primitive intelligence.

This may be a cellular dream relating to a possible in-body awareness of viral agents. Dreams similar to this in the past sometimes ended with a presence of snow or ice, which may represent white blood cells eliminating the viral threat or “fever”. It is also possibly related to the hotter weather during sleep.

Morning of January 10, 2008. Thursday.



This is a dream from several years back of the very standard precognitive (often with precise details) affair. This dream combined the location of our shed at the time with a small building shared by two musicians in Wisconsin in the USA where I worked at Eco 3. I visited them only once while working at the factory where old tires were “recyled” into winter mats and sometimes other products such as restaurant kitchen mats.

My dream precisely revealed fairly odd details to come in real life, but it also turned out to be rather stimulating in long-lasting cheerfulness, which was really needed to strongly color my mood (as dreams often do) - as moving again after only two years was highly irritating and completely contrary to what we had been told about the house, which was supposedly historical.

In my dream, our small open garage was occupied by a different (unknown) family with a few children - something which would have been absurd in real life, as it was barely big enough for one person to occupy if they chose to. Eventually, though, there seems to be elements of a business regarding additional families and babies. In a few scenes in my dream, I am able to see activity regarding a few members of one family moving about at night with some of the lights off. A new baby of someone else’s arrives and is looked after by another family. Over time, there are bulldozers and dump trucks and the area is changing, yet I get a strong, clear impression that the other people will not have to move “with their babies” even though we will have to. A building goes up (replacing our neighbor’s house) with the biggest, tallest windows I have ever seen on any building (to the point of being very unlikely and even absurd) of which one breaks (considering the glass type and surface area, I am surprised they all did not break within a week in real life). Interestingly, this unfolded in real life as in my dream, with no real surprises on my part. In fact, I was actually waiting for it on the walks to our oldest son’s martial arts class once I saw the new building on that lot (not that I usually wait for precognitive elements to unfold - it depends on the overall feelings and real-life “clues and cues”). Our very large house was replaced by a very small building (especially for any sort of business) farther back from the street - which apparently is not doing much business like a lot of places around here. But, interestingly, it turned out to be a “newborn and family drop-in service”, which now has the same address as our old home (but open only three days a week, apparently)!

Ironically, my wife got a letter to go there after our last child - to “teach” her to breast feed. Of course the letter was ignored.

There were some surreal events in real life (regarding aspects of my dream) prior to our move, but of which are a bit too bizarre to go fully into. One real-life event, though, was when the house next door had been sold. The construction workers actually had their children running around while they were tearing stuff down. The kids removed all the fresh grapefruits and other ripe citrus from the trees and wasted it all by stomping on them all over the driveway over nearly the entire property. This inspired an additional enhanced dream element, which in turn, became precognitive to yet another similar event on an actual charity commercial much later on. The real-life PSA showed children wasting good (and expensive when bought in the stores) fruit by mashing it in mud to make a pretend “magic brew” to somehow help their parents to pay the bills. As usual with most modern media, commercials, and “messages”, it created the opposite sentiments than intended for my wife and me and I only found the PSA pathetic, causing us to think of why people would donate money to a charity that does not even seem to know the value of food (or implying that even children are that naïve).

Regardless of the bulldozers, construction, and general weirdness (including corrupt authority as usual) that followed the precognitive dream elements, the cheerful part of my dream was, strangely enough, a slightly faster metal (instrumental) version of the 1963 song “Dominique”, which is being recorded in our garage by a couple young men the other families know. The fictional instrumental metal version stayed in my head to the point where I can still imagine it clearly now (above and beyond one real version), even though, as far as I know, there is no such modern recording that matches my dream version. The tone is rather bright (with a very subtle detuned effect - not to the more modern extreme where it becomes highly annoying) and, although we do not listen to metal, this imaginary song actually feels and sounds “right”. I did not do much research to see if any possible version as this exists, but it would not match the beauty of the sound in my dream at any rate. (Also, looking at some listed cover versions, the last one was in 1966 with no potential to be like my dream version). It is amusing to think that I have likely listened to “imaginary” recordings more than real ones during some time periods, and probably more beneficial as well in the long run (regarding both health and general well-being).

Morning of December 5, 2007. Wednesday.



In the third, more vivid dream of this date, I am in a tavern, seemingly in the past, but not the distant past - although I am not fully sure because of the unusual awareness I seem to develop from the environment. I know there is an “old and dusty” feel to everything, but also an incongruous sense of energy. The barkeep asks a patron to my left, “Do you know Vincent?” The other man says “yes”, but it is not the “Vincent” the barkeep is asking about - as he is actually asking him whether or not he is familiar with the art of Vincent van Gogh, and the “yes” answer annoys the barkeep a lot.

For some reason, I exclaim “I know Vincent” in the manner of if he was alive and well. I claim that I know him well, then I realize that I “am” him, or am the “spirit” of him somehow. The barkeep is not sure what to think. I ask for paper and drawing materials quite formally, in the manner of a surgeon requesting a scalpel and such in a somewhat “comedic seriousness” of the scene as if from a partly rehearsed skit on stage. I eventually hear a very strange chattering in my head almost like a mix of chant, song, and intense gibberish (but somehow with a seeming inherent “formula”), reminding me only vaguely of a cartoon duck voice or similar. Because of this, I am in a “special mode” and I easily and very quickly draw a complex series of lines and curves which are very close together, and produce a detailed picture of a man sitting on a chair in a mostly empty room. The whole image has a sort of “harlequin” look to it. It looks a lot like the “Old Man in Sorrow” print but it is also as if a clown costume somehow was patterned into the whole environment, and there is a Picasso feel to it also - as if “Old Man in Sorrow” was blended about half and half with Picasso’s “Harlequin Giclee”. Then I remember that I “am” Picasso, not van Gogh, but I am still somewhat puzzled about what is going on

The barkeep stares and says “that’s amazing” when he sees the picture. It is not a copy - it is an original work, yet still seems to be a part of a collection. He seems thankful.

This had a type of precognitive layer, it seems, as is continuously the case with my dream life, as the two prints appeared together later, completely without intent on my part, on a webpage.

Morning of November 26, 2007. Monday.



This dream (which continued after partial sleep paralysis) had a really unusual focus; it was an incredibly vivid dream, but had a strange state at one point of being “locked” between being awake and being asleep, somewhat uncomfortable and annoying, but not frightening in any way.

During the time I am almost fully awake at one point, I am gazing at the wall. I see some sort of writing that looks like it was carved into the wood at some point in the past. I think that the writing has just now become more visible, because, even though it was “fixed” in the past, some sort of wear has occurred again, making the writing visible (dream “logic”).

I am trying to read it, but my head cannot stay up for very long - as I am “locked” in the sleep mode and cannot quite fully wake myself up even though my eyes are wide open. There is something about the year 1938, I think. Some sort of distortion takes place and it looks like some sort of animal or creature (a mouse?) in the middle of the hall but I focus into a more awake mode and see that my perception is seriously screwed up and that I had been looking at the metal toolbox by the front door of the hall and that it is somehow of “reversed” 3-D imagery so that it was concave-like into the wall instead of being a box. This annoys me so much that I keep pushing myself awake by looking into the hall, but fail, and my head falls and I sleep an hour or so longer with mild sleep paralysis. This would be a potentially dangerous state if physical action was really required, I think, although it is probably likely I would be fully awake if there was an actual potential threat.

In the continuing actual dream state again, when my eyes are again closed, there are two intense perfectly circular beams of light coming down from the sky, which reminds me a lot of the special effects in “The Frighteners” when souls were supposedly going into Heaven. I am in awe and wonder as if it means the “end of the world” - in “some ways” (but oddly, not in a bad way, though there is a sense of loss and sadness). I get this overwhelming feeling that the whole Earth is moving in a different way or not being where it should be, like going out of orbit or something (but oddly, perhaps not “physically” out of orbit - hard to explain). A little later, I am walking around, looking for the rays, but I cannot see them now…

This was one of the last dreams in my old online journal from 2007, just as it was written other than with only minor edits for grammar and spelling.

Three days after this dream, I heard of an older brother in the USA dying. Another older brother died after that in June of 2008. I am not sure why the number 1938 seemingly appeared as they were both born in the 1940s (1940 and 1947 to be exact). I had no clue this would happen as I did not have that much contact and when I did, they were doing fine.

Morning of September 14, 2007. Friday.



This was a longer dream than average and which mostly has a very stable and peaceful mood throughout other than near the ending.

It mostly focuses on two very large lions which roam freely around the area we live. I hold no fear. There is an ongoing idea of what other people might think when they hear or see two adult lions where we are living. At one point, my brother Dennis, whom I have not seen since 1994, is near the front of our house. There is something about him not being able to see exactly where he is on a particular visit either at night or in the day (and it seems to be early morning at the time, perhaps 4:30). The idea directly relates to night and day (relative to the sky) looking the same all the time (being fairly dark), and he complains about it somewhat before walking off. I am not sure if it is his state of mind or his eyes that are the cause of this. (I believe this related to his unusual real-life habit of visiting relatives, especially our sister, no matter what time of day or night it was.)

Again, the lions generate no personal fear at all. They are probably more like “guardians” than pets, but still “belong” to me to some extent. The sound of the male’s roar is very loud and raspy and just like the one I heard in real life years ago. Its mane is very large and flowing. I can hear their breathing.

I touch the lions gently and with respect. Later, several unfamiliar girls are petting the lioness as it is resting near one area in the yard. About five or six pet her head at the same time and she seems to relax and enjoy the human company. Other people are visiting and do not seem to be afraid. Only a few people on the street seem likely not to approach, but only undesirable people such as potential burglars it seems.

Not much happens, other than, again, a general good feeling throughout, and the two lions walking about in various areas near our house. They do come inside now and then.

There is also some cooking going on in the large kitchen, but some drunks and street people (whom I do not know) walk around and make very strange comments. There are friends around, but I am “sleeping” with my head on the table for a short time, still aware of everything. One stranger mentions something about how eating cookies makes your hair fall out, seemingly in the idea that one hair per cookie falls out, I believe, and they complain about some other food.

Later, my wife’s oldest sister calls me into a very large room and starts to joke about the strange street people there. The “joke” is supposedly really funny and relates to their inability to notice things; something about seeing everything in the house except for the toy scuba diver (which is similar to the Marx Nutty Mad but more normal, I think), which does not really make much sense. She is holding the plastic figure and pointing to it, laughing uproariously, saying how they saw everything except for that (it was in a cardboard box with three or four other toy figures including an unfamiliar toy walrus). My laugh is insincere, as I only pretend to understand why she is laughing so much, which also has something to do with an opening near the oxygen tank (it seems to have something to do with the oxygen tank containing alcohol instead of air and that is how they “cope” when “diving” or some such). The hole has a design that is also the Earth symbol, which is the simple design of the circle with two perpendicular intersecting lines inside of it. This is the point around which I wake, as my fake laughing is somewhat of a task and changes my focus and awareness.

The parts with the two lions is much like a recurring dream I had a few years ago for about a month, although that involved two bigger-than-life-sized stone statues of lions that “guarded” the front of our last house and only came to life when certain undesirable people came around - and then they were eaten.

Morning of September 10, 2007. Monday.



There is a building that is somehow on the edge of another dimension or mind (or someone else’s “mental universe”). We are renting the place and live here as a family, but it seems a bit too small at times, and also, it is as if we may be moving soon. Someone I do not know, possibly the owner of the property, hands me a special drill that will go through the really tough wall on one side (which seems to be to the north) so that I can look directly into this other dimension or mind (apparently in case someone is planning to do something wrong to my family or me). The drill looks like some sort of odd combination of the handles of a bicycle, an egg beater, and a modern electric drill.

However, both the drill bits (there are two, which form a sort of binocular-like set-up) and the wall seem to be made of some sort of odd, but tough material that is similar to plastic, but yet not plastic. The resulting holes are perfect for a pair of human eyes to then look through.

There is this idea that I would then be looking out from this dimension (or “my world”) into another dimension or alternate world as a character in someone else’s dream (but would have no control of that character, just supposedly somehow seeing from their eyes from my own perspective and “world”, the view of the other world adjusting with no movement required on my part). This seemed quite vivid. Even so, I do not observe much. I mostly view what seems to be ordinary human beings walking about in the distance. There is not the slightest feeling of being a voyeur at any point, probably because another level of my awareness somehow knows I am dreaming.

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Morning of September 6, 2007. Thursday.



There is this supposedly alien girl (unsure of from which planet) who is a friend’s girlfriend (Rick S from Chicago). However, she eventually seems more attracted to me and I feel somewhat guilty. She does not seem to care anything at all about her present or past male friends. She seems human-like at first (though does not remind me of anyone I have ever actually known), but her body parts keep changing into different things as she kisses me. Her mouth and lips come out like an extended trumpet-shape, even playing short musical phrases in the seeming manner of a malleable trumpet (but with more of a clarinet sound) and I feel all these weird, but pleasing sensations (I believe this can be traced back to when I was a boy and a neighbor girl sang to me through a longer tube). Her mouth and part of her head become flat for a time and forms something that also looks like our outside drainage cover in real life, and eventually fingers (or tendrils?) come out from the sides of her eyes to touch my face - all very “normal” to me in my dream - at least for an “alien” I suppose, and eventually, I feel less guilty relative to my friend’s failure to keep the alien girl interested in him.

Her chest opens up and flutters like pages of a book with her singing in an unknown language. It seems to be some sort of complex skeletal system that does this during arousal (thin layers of bone or tissue that look just like pages of a book turning, that is - some sort of weird heart muscles as well - which is apparently similar to a spider’s so-called book lungs in some ways). I am almost sure that I see writing in her alien language - which looks a lot like Armenian mixed with little sketches of plumbing systems - but then I see it is actually red blood-vein patterns.

Prior to waking, my friend “warns” me that “water keeps coming out of her”, and supposedly it never stops. I seem to already know this and just shrug and go off to find her again as I wake.

This was the second precognitive dream of this date. A little later, when I am awake, my wife tells me that the drainage system has been overflowing and “water keeps coming back out” - this is the first time this has happened at this address. Precognition seemed to more clearly dominate two of this date’s dreams, more integrated than usual and visually precise, especially as the “face” of the drainage cover also appeared in-dream.

Morning of August 26, 2007. Sunday.



In my dream, my family and I go to a public event that is similar to a carnival but mostly held inside. There is an older man of about fifty years of age doing a comedy routine, and he mentions how, if what he is saying sounds familiar to the audience, that he did the same comedy act (saying the exact same things) in the 1940s - which of course would not really fit with his apparent age if true. There is a very large rhinoceros on display, with a monkey in a small hanging cage nearby. This part is actually similar to a dream that I had years ago - “Hotel Future” (link).

The rhinoceros is not caged but is on a stage and there are clips or clothespins (tied to fishing line) attached to his skin along his back, supposedly to keep him from getting away. A couple people who work there are kicked against the monkey cage by the rhinoceros and one gets seriously hurt. The rhinoceros escapes, but I sense no danger to my family or myself, as water is rising from a sprinkler system because of a fire caused by the rhinoceros kicking a burning barrel over - probably used by a person that “swallows fire” in their performance - and this rhinoceros for some reason cannot seem to move when in the water, which is only about knee-deep at first.

Later, as it continues to “rain” inside the building, I am in a car (no connection to real life) with a few members of my family, including my wife. Several mischievous teenagers are playing around with the fire alarm and sprinkler system settings, and an unknown man (possibly maintenance personnel) hollers at them. The water is slowly still rising, and since the fire is out, I wonder why no one stops the “rain” (and the inside flooding) in the building as I wake.

Morning of June 21, 2007. Thursday.



My wife is going to a doctor’s appointment (which she does after my dream in real life because of experiencing new unexpected pain from a C-section) and for some reason, I am on the same bus but possibly going to a different destination. We are eventually somehow where I used to live years ago in La Crosse and it seems to be getting colder and colder. We are the only ones on the bus at first. My wife eventually notices that everything is closed because it is a holiday and she soon wonders why they made an appointment for her on a day when nothing is open. Also, the bus is soon seemingly taking a different and incorrect route because of the holiday.

The bus we are on stops near a garage and I notice an old friend and coworker from years ago, Randy S, and ask him (as he is walking down the aisle to the back of the us) “Do you still work at…” and he finishes my sentence (incorrectly) saying “AP Motorworks” which sounds really familiar in-dream (but not in conscious afterthought). For some reason, my friend does not seem to know who I am, though. He gets on the bus with at least two taller males. (The actual place we worked together was the factory in La Crosse called “Northern Engraving” yet in my dream, I am thinking of an earlier job I had where he did not work, called “Eco Three”.)

I later notice that I am holding a large newspaper that is an odd mix of English and Cyrillic/Russian. I notice that the “reverse N” (which represents I or Y), has been replaced in a few phrases by the Chinese character for “dragon”, yet it also illogically is supposed to be an older form of that Cyrillic letter. I read a bit here and there about the “coldest day ever” and some other events and I notice that a Russian male (of about 25 years old or older) is sitting in the next seat near me. My seat I am on (but not his) faces out from the side of the bus (as in real life, but farther back). A couple others are making rude remarks about me because I have the ability to read newspapers (and apparently the ability to read at all) which seems rather odd. They do not even know the paper is in more than one language as they cannot read or even recognize symbols of any kind - including stop signs.

The Russian talks to me very meaningfully, pointing out the Chinese character saying that it is a very sad “letter” to do with pity and bad times and something about an approaching coldness that has never been so bad before. He explains that the character is made up of the combinations of a few letters - including my wife’s initials - somehow relative to her mother being the “dragon” - but it also has to do with the problems of socialism. I also get a very strong feeling of what it must have been like to live in Siberia over a hundred years ago. Oddly, the newspaper seems to be from a few days in the future and yet also from the 1800s.

After awhile, everyone starts sneezing continuously. I sneeze on myself and soon pull up my coat (which suddenly appears out of nowhere) and lift it so high that it becomes more like a tent that I am inside, to keep warm. (I guess it is also now protecting me from the particulates of other people’s sneezes.)

The bus is not moving at one point and the motor stops running - and some people are soon doing repairs. It seems as if we will be spending days on the bus (in the cold) until they get it going again, yet, still, more and more people are getting on the bus to where it is getting crowded.

After waking, it is not cold at all in the room (even though my feet feel like blocks of ice) but about a day later, it has gotten colder and colder and people are saying it is the coldest day ever. I personally do not remember feeling this cold since living in Australia. We even brought the birds in for the first time ever. Oddly enough, it got so cold, my wife took a bus in an area she usually just walks from.