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Morning of March 27, 2007. Tuesday.



This is a “double-dream”; two dreams at the same time, which is very hard to explain to someone who has not experienced it. For me, two or more dreams at the same time always have different levels of vividness and seem to loosely relate to the variable “splash pulsing” I have always gotten in deeper meditation since earliest memory (which only occurs when using special vocal audio in the background); a bit like standing just outside the doorways of two or more rooms yet being in them at the same time or at least following the events. (“Splash pulsing” is what I call that cyclic mental sound which is variable in volume, distance, and phasing, that directly alters your level of consciousness in meditation. The best way to duplicate one aspect of it is to pull your lips in over your teeth and then quickly pull your mouth apart to make a water-drop-like sound, also described as a more subtle “popping” like a cork by some people I have talked to. Since this solely mental sound aspect has remained the same all my life under the same circumstances, I attribute it to some sort of perception of an internal biological event relative to a change in level of consciousness - I have never “mapped” it because it seems too variable - in the long run, it may just turn out to be the brain incorrectly processing and internally “echoing” environmental ambiance.)

First aligned dream:

First Part: My family and I are walking through a park, which is like a large collection of games set up like various small machines, although parts of the area seem like one large connected game or at least a set to see which ones you win, which will bring up new ones - new machines rising out of the ground, sometimes a small vehicle where you ride to another one or get to quicker than others - although it seems like there is only my family there at the time. Oddly, one vehicle seems to go “into” another at times, creating a uniform composite of the prior two as they go in different directions (usually in a V-shape).

Second Part: We go about playing the games. There are various types. There is a set of vans/trucks/buses(?) going around in a playing field on something that looks like a road map with numbers in different circles in different areas. You have to implement ideas so that they do not crash into each other while going to the circles and “tagging” them (driving over them seems to cause something else to rise in the playing field as they go down). There is also a game that looks like “Hungry Hungry Hippos” but relates to fast food and throwing stuff away (getting the food into the hippos’ mouths while somehow discarding the wrappings/containers at the same time, it seems). There is a game involving a plastic octopus, where you have to move the “tentacles” (which are like levers) to bring marbles around from entry points as the octopus moves around to the exit point (without dropping any) on opposite sides of an octagon. There are many more “machine games” including one about blue birds (on levers) dropping eggs into the right nests, but I cannot remember all of them.

Next-to-last Part: The last game we are playing is part of yet another machine. It is set up like a three-by-three grid with hollowed-out areas for marbles to sit in. There are three marbles; black, yellow, and white (although there may be marbles of other colors underneath the playing field). Around the three-by-three grid is a part where the marbles are made to “jump” by clicking some sort of button underneath. To win is to make the marbles fall in various patterns and stay (and the scoring depends on what pattens you make). There is a plastic dome over the game so that you cannot cheat by manual interference.

Ending: I win this last game by getting a diagonal row of three marbles after only about two attempts - you get three attempts (two seem to go in at the same time), and an amazingly happy-sounding musical voice (but seemingly computerized) of a young girl calls out “Won’t believe it!” not in a negative sense, but in an “I’m amazed by your skills” sense. At this point, the dream splits more incongruously into the ongoing simultaneous dreams, the “Won’t believe it!” from the computer-like voice, the “Womb Palena!” from the “Eternal Girl” in a parallel dream, and a short dream of seeing a musical device echoing very odd buzzing tones (containing fifths) from four different miniature flutes - one on each side of a square object (and creating a four-note melody), two being the same length (for the A note). The note pattern is C > A > C < A, or 1, 6, 8, 6 (using white keys only with “1” as middle C).

Second Aligned Dream:

First Part: I am walking alone through a mist and it becomes an area where a huge mansion appears. It is like the mansion and the landscape goes on in one direction forever, without any end.

Second Part: I talk to a few people matter-of-factually (cannot remember the details). I meet a girl who seems to be connected to me (but I seem aware that she is the daughter of one of the other people in this “world” or perhaps even my daughter or descendent). She is wearing some sort of white gown of an unusual texture. There is even a sense of touch and smell at the same time; what I would describe as smelling and touching human warmth using an unfamiliar composite awareness.

Next-to-last part: I get a sense of “Payame Ima” and “palena anda”, which I have since found are real terms, although I might have read about it at some point in the past (in real life), but certainly do not remember it much.

Ending: I hug her in friendship and relative to memories that seemingly span over many, many years (even though she only seems like a child at times and again - seems like an unknown relative) and get a feeling that I will return to the area many years later. Knowing that I will return to the “endless mansion” brings me great joy. Somehow I know that the girl (or archetypical entity) will not age a day even if I do not return for a thousand years (yet she already sometimes seems much older than I). The girl calls out “Womb Palena!” (which seems to mean “goodbye for now” in the most positive spiritual context possible) and waves. Her voice seemingly holds a lot of power and love. I walk for a bit and seem to return to the “real” world (though not yet awake). I look behind me and am aware that the “other world” is going “out of alignment” with the present one I am in (almost like an implied virtual orbit), and feel like I am renewed, even “reborn” somehow (yet feeling really really old in terms of my years of life).

Morning of February 13, 2007. Tuesday.



I believe this takes place in Nimbin, Australia, though I am not entirely sure.

My family moves there into a building that is like our present home (in Queensland) in basic design relative to rooms, location, and such, but closer to the ground and more modern than our present house. Later on, my dream seems to be somewhat “movie-like” and becomes fairly impersonal.

Some weird animal bones are discovered. There is some concern over what they may mean. Eventually, people with special skills become part of the plot.

A cage is discovered in a secret (hidden) room of the typical “behind the rotating bookcase” variety. This cage has several giant guinea pigs. The giant guinea pigs seem to be the result of an experiment that went wrong and so was hidden away. An unknown woman (possibly Pauline Hanson) comes onto the scene and announces that these creatures should be destroyed, so she sets fire to the cage after throwing some sort of chemicals on it, to kill them. All of a sudden the creatures actually speak for the first time, and it turns out that they were people (all likely from Nimbin) who were turned into guinea pigs. They are angry with the woman as if she was supposed to know that they were people at one time. It seems that they were annoyed with being turned into guinea pigs, but had never talked before because there had not been any danger for them until then.

My dream ends with unusual part-guinea pig, part-human creatures walking around (The guinea pig aspect is then more relative to the hair color than anything else, most hair being multicolored). However, in the end, they mostly only look like Nimbin hippies in overall appearance with no animal-like features then. One of them is to be interviewed, but he spends so much time twirling his hair and “blanking out” that the reporter gives up trying to do an interview. This one has very long sideburns down to his shoulders, which are cream, white, and a sort of dark red-orange, like the color of certain guinea pigs I have seen in the past.

This dream may have something to do with hearing Nimbin being called “an experiment” and may relate to my wife’s negative experiences growing up there. (I have never lived or been there). Also, my wife’s mother had a very large number of guinea pigs at one time (many unhealthy because of her having too many in one area), which my wife mostly had to take care of when no one else did.

Morning of July 23, 2006. Sunday.



In my dream, I am seemingly back in America in the southern area of the backyard of my sister Marilyn’s house on Loomis Street in Wisconsin, as it is at least of my main location recognition at one level. However, even though the area mostly looks like this part of La Crosse, I also seem to be in the West Indies at the same time (though it does not feel quite like a typical bilocated setting even though it technically is). To the southeast and across the street is a very tall palm tree and I am aware that it is the “tallest palm”. There also seems to be some sort of government building opposite the street from my sister’s house, though a bit south. I eventually notice other features that make the area seem more like it would naturally be near the ocean. The focus on the one tall palm tree seems important as if “The Tallest Palm” was some sort of expression related to civics. Nothing happens other than being in the fictional composite setting and reflecting on peaceful associations. There is a very clear awareness of the blue sky and it is perhaps in early afternoon.

This dream eventually seemed to form music, which I got at least the main motif from, which was called “The Tallest Palm” and the instrumental reggae track was eventually released on a compilation CD with other artists as a benefit for wounded soldiers; released on July 30, 2007 by DMusic.

For some reason, this “same” dream (though not with the original blissful feelings throughout as it had less emotion) came back to me on the morning of July 23, 2015. Thus, this is a good example of an “anniversary” type of dream (as stated before, more evident with holidays and important dates, I think).

Morning of June 13, 2006. Tuesday.



I am riding in a van. An unknown younger male is driving on the left side (thus possibly implying more of an association with America). I am in back with my wife Zsuzsanna and a few others, mostly unknown. There is a very strange landscape in the region. It is almost like being on another planet or moving over a landscape filled with giant gemstones and jewels. In the distance are huge structures made of some sort of crystal, jutting from the otherwise seemingly barren ground at odd angles. I do not see anything organic; no plants or trees or grass.

The driver seems to be having difficulty in maneuvering over the bumps and uneven landscape, though no mishaps occur. The region is beautiful but I have no idea where we are. It does not seem like it is occurring on Earth but possibly another dimension. I am not sure if we ended up here accidentally but it almost seems like it. However, it also almost seems like a representation of area in New York where 9-11 occurred. That idea is only in the back of my mind, though. (It may be associated with the “lands” or supposed other worlds or pocket universes in Harvey comic books that a main character found themselves in.) It does seem that it will be possible to live or stay overnight inside one of the diamond-like “buildings” if that is what is planned by whatever group leader is in charge of the seeming tour. The nearest “building”, made of irregular diamonds, is still a considerable distance ahead.

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Morning of October 25, 2004. Monday.



I am on some sort of outing that may relate to shopping but it is a bit uncertain. A couple of the buildings are too narrow to be significant of very much realism though I do not become lucid at any point, and there actually are buildings this narrow, apparently (though I have never seen such in real life). This may be a play on my association with dealing with “narrow-minded” people throughout most of my life.

The only other features in my dream are related to clocks and pianos, with the emphasis on pianos. There is something “wrong” about the mostly upright pianos in the three buildings I explore though I cannot determine what it is. I am not sure if I am actually going to buy one (and I am not sure how I would get it home either, or even if I have any money - I may have only about twenty dollars in my wallet). It may be that the pianos do not have “guts” (all the internal parts as in real life) so thus are mostly hollow. This is possibly related to “fake” electronic organs where instead of a larger amplifier at the front, it is a rather small cheap speaker hidden behind the cloth covering the larger stand where there would otherwise be a bigger speaker and more circuits. (At one time, in the mid-1970s, these were about one-tenth the price of a real electronic chord organ - or about a hundred dollars in comparison to a thousand or more).



Some of the upright pianos (there are no electric pianos in the stores) seem more like an atypical hybrid and resemble a miniature version of a grand piano but not as long front to back. The thing is to find the type that opossums live in rather than rats. A single opossum (usually just lounging in one) would be in a good one (to buy) though four rats (running around randomly inside as a person plays) would live in ones that do not play so well (going out-of-tune more quickly as well as having “loose” keys). This could be a play on “rat race” or even the “rat race being out of tune”. Then again, the whole region seems empty of both people and animals, even birds. I am not even sure why the clocks are necessary, especially more than one, or perhaps each piano comes with a “matching” wall clock. As no one else is around, it dawns on me that there is not much point in even shopping there. The entire business district seems closed.

Morning of August 1, 2003. Friday.



I have been living in a “tree-house” - deep in extraordinarily beautiful thick, dark woods, miles from any city or even smaller rural area. The tree itself is actually more like a house-like structure. I live with a female that appears to be a “perfectly balanced” composite of my wife (at a younger age) and Brenda W. This appears to be the same composite female (but older here) from another dream where she, as a very attractive dark-haired witch (with just a slight hint of freckles), lived in an orange tree in the southwest corner of the orange grove in Cubitis. We are feigning ignorance of “normal” human life and human habits and mainstream society. We plan to make a movie to show the other denizens of the woods at some point…a “horror” movie about “average” people and their limitations and short attention spans (as well as their potential unpredictable rages over senseless, usually fictional, beliefs).

After time passes, I feel a somewhat tentative urge to explore a human city. I and a few others wander out from the woods, looking for signs of possibly frightening evidence of humans, eventually hoping to find the theme that can be viably used in our project. We come to a larger town. There is an area where a car drives slowly around, giving the strong impression of a prowling but mindless panther. We hide behind various fences just out of its reach. The city is uncomfortably weird and with potential of unexpected shadows of people (both “friendly” and potentially dangerous) appearing seemingly out of nowhere. We spend what seems a considerable time trying to work out if a parked car is occupied by one or two people or is merely empty.

Various small empty plastic bags (from potato chips and such) from vending machines seem to appear at random on the grassy areas adjoined to the sidewalk, causing one member of our group to become nervous. “That wasn’t there before!” they shout. Perhaps the wind just blew some of the pile from down the street. A dog barks, and someone screams. A bottle flies through the air from a drunk and is dodged by a team member. We go to study a broken hubcap near the middle of the street. We study it to determine if it has magical properties. It has an essence of the “wheel of fortune”.

There is a rumor that live human beings are walking about in unknown parts of the city. Terrifying. There is shadow play and there are false signs. We hear off-key singing. A group of drunks (unseen) are meandering near the railroad tracks area.

“Do you have the map?” someone asks. The map is like implied infrared images that somehow appear on what seems to be normal paper. Each image is of a person who is awake and walking or driving somewhere in the region. A member of the team, for some reason, still does not believe in human beings and claims that the reddish glows moving on the map are actually fireflies.

Every now and then (recurring since childhood) there is a vague impression of the shadows of giant rats (but never the rats themselves) moving across larger wooden fences near abandoned buildings, with an additional concern about random barbed wire in possible areas we try to move through. Ugly images of graffiti are horrendously splattered across the urban landscape, almost like an uneasy perception of unconscious occult ritual with the opposite intent of what is implied relative to the closeness of the images to each other - much like combining the wrong medicines in a given time period.

“There is nothing more frightening than walking through a town full of people,” comments a friend. I am inclined to agree. There is feigned concern and funny business over apparently losing our camera and film when it also seems we did not have any to begin with. Ugly billboards show smiling ogres holding up snake-oil. “The map, the map!” someone yells. It is no longer a map, but a napkin.

Over time, not much happens and we decide to return to the safety of the deep, dense forest. Even so, I decide to use an abandoned army jeep to make the trip faster. As we drive, I notice a strange, miniature wyvern that is more like just a partly moving woodcut design floating through the air, fairly high above us, but not posing a threat. It actually appears to be weirdly and incongruously superimposed on the dream itself, which creates a rather odd awareness for a short time, almost like a “watermark” on the actual construct of the dream (the only time I recall of having dreamt of this) in a similar way as a station logo appears over a television show. It seems to lose energy or injure a sketched wing and fall into a pile of abandoned rubbish on the wayside as we drive by the scene.

Before we get back to the forest, my wife (as she is now fully my wife as she is now) makes a remark about how quiet and peaceful “this part” of the city is at night. And I say, very slowly, “yes, it is…” as I awake very slowly with a very blissful awareness.

Synchronicity: A similar image (of a “deep forest”) was on the next user’s dream on the dream catcher site (with only one code number between the entries. Links here (15244 was offset originally - so the two images originally appeared together when posted):

http://dreamcatcher.net/blueopossum/15243

http://dreamcatcher.net/meghan_oona/15245

Morning of August 12, 2002. Monday.



This is a recurring setting with very similar events in numerous other dreams. I am near the ocean and there is a part of the shore that turns off at a corner where there are more rocks in that direction as well as an upward slope. A lot of other people are around. Some people are there to swim or fish in certain areas but I begin to discover cardboard boxes just under the water that are somehow not ruined. This seems to be why I am here although I am surprised by the larger amount. These boxes, some of which are open (and the contents still not damaged in any way) contain books, board games, toys, and other “treasures”.

There are a few other people who apparently make a living gathering the contents of these boxes. I get the impression that parts of the area under the water are not that deep, and the boxes go out for quite a distance. It is not really that much like a dump under the water, though I am sure there is some junk that is not that useful or valuable. I gather several boxes and am interested in going down as far as possible. Perhaps there are more that have been buried under the ocean bottom over time. In a way, I think I am mentally teleporting the “treasures” to another location, likely to where I am living. (Of course, realistically, books under water for very long would be completely ruined.)

Morning of February 27, 2001. Tuesday.



This was a strange vivid dream of someone (unknown male) attacking me with large knives and unusual-looking seemingly ancient axes, with symbols on their surfaces, somewhat like stylized adzes. I go into the backyard of our present home (to distract him from engaging dangerously with my family in any way). He pursues, but I fly into the air fairly high with little effort. A thrown weapon then misses me. I then use some sort of in-dream “magic” by waving my hand and focusing my thoughts. This causes him to clumsily rise in the air under my control and move to a different location - and I then “release” him from his position in midair and he falls onto the hard tin roof of the house next-door and (apparently in-dream) dies.

Morning of December 19, 1999. Sunday.



Zsuzsanna and I have our own land, it seems, which is somewhat like a public park otherwise. Access is across a somewhat shaky rope and plank bridge, seemingly over a “bottomless” ravine that does not seem that feasible or safe to use on a regular basis. The directional orientation of the whole area eventually changes, becoming perpendicular to its previous layout (for example, even the long cliff, running east/west seems to change to being north/south), and causes me to focus on, and vaguely puzzle over that more than other earlier aspects as I know it is the “same” location, though at that point I seem disembodied or floating high up over the region. I am not sure what town or area is on the other side of the ravine in either direction - though it is not that defined and seems a wholly fictional place anyway.

We are mostly indulging in lovemaking, though I am wary of people watching (even with binoculars from the other side of the ravine - though they may be seeking to view something else, perhaps looking for rare birds). I am not as concerned about others using the bridge even though it is a strong possibility, I would guess. The “buildings”, which seem somewhat incomplete, are made up of very large dominoes, at least three feet long, and some of the structures are not realistic for habitation, and there is a slight awareness of what to do concerning the fact that there do not appear to be roofs on any building. I try to remain behind a randomly arranged set of domino walls, but then realize the view in the other directions are wide open. Some attempts are made to change the arrangement, in which case the dominoes are not that hard to move. The immediate area mostly appears as random single walls (single dominoes) at slightly different angles. There is no actual confrontation with the public.

When I was much younger, I sometimes built structures out of dominoes (only in my room when living in Cubitis), such as isolated staircases up and through a hallway and small rooms with roofs within a larger “house” or “castle”, which I found enjoyment and even mystery in. In fact, I enjoyed it more than any sessions with Lincoln Logs or Lego. I had a few sets of dragon dominoes, though some of a slightly different shade and a few that seemed to be from another set or company (though most had the dragon design, others with a flower-like pattern).

Morning of December 17, 1998. Thursday.



This was a longer dream of a storm which was fairly vivid. I have the ability to stop the storm by finding a certain bow and arrow, apparently with “magical” properties. Upon finding them, the bow and arrow are transparent and seem to be made of hail or ice at first and are very light in weight. Upon closer examination they sometimes seem more like “spinning water” or some sort of spiritual force. (Ice has always been a fairly common feature in dreams along with fire and water, and it usually brings more lucidity.)

The storm seems to be a result of a giant of some kind, which I bring down with the arrow and later crush it (him) to pieces. My wife is also a positive force with me. There is also some sort of whirlwind in the sky - with faces of ancient warriors (including Geronimo / Goyahkla and Crazy Horse) - yet they seem to be calming the weather rather than increasing the forceful nature of the whirlwind which they are part of. I am given more gifts and “tools” relating to controlling (or calming) the weather when the need may arise in the future.

Morning of September 12, 1997. Friday.



I am fishing amidst much man-made debris in the shallow water (not sure of location), although I do catch a rather large fish. Whenever the fish jumps, there is a larger splash that reaches me and a couple other males (one unknown who may be with the military, the other possibly from my maintenance job at a college). (Much of my wife’s dream of this date had the same aspects as my dream for no discernible reason.)

There is a giant black derby “cloud” that “rains” over parts of the ocean and eventually goes more inland, continuing over rivers and smaller streams, mostly. Very briefly, it seems like a UFO, yet continues to function as a raincloud. It seems familiar as if I may have seen it in an illustrated book of dreams in real life sometime in the past (though I am not certain).

I take a large jar of olives to an Italian wedding reception. I carry it in my left hand. I have something else that is smaller and in thin plastic wrap - sort of near my right hand (something sweet I think; I get the vague impression of a small amount of caramel popcorn), but floating it along near the jar with telekinesis, I think. An older male (who gives the impression of being at least part Transylvanian) comes to the door. I do not go in to the actual party.

Morning of April 12, 1997. Saturday.



It starts as a strange scene where I over-water some plants over time. A giant “mushroom” grows underground during this time, yet it is actually a rare sort of giant, poisonous jellyfish (that is a land-dweller) that eventually walks around on land. I decide to keep it in a large aquarium at first. It is almost like reviving an extinct or prehistoric species that has the potential to dominate the land in some ways.

I notice that it has a lot of small quills, a bit like a porcupine. A man visits us and it is his profession to find and eliminate these creatures - I think the last one was seen during the 1600s. I stop him from doing any harm. This is the point at which it had not grown legs yet. Mostly, I remain in safe areas, while I let it walk around. There is no major drama regarding such an unusual “monster concept” or story. I wake during the time of hearing it walk about in a building.

A second dream involves my wife and I going fishing. The immediate area is much like a place I fished at in real life, but is transferred into an office building. Two men laugh at the idea of us being able to catch any fish there. The water is very shallow and there is a small culvert coming out from one wall. Over time, though, more and more larger fish are in the area inside the building and the men have stopped mocking us and actually look worried now.

There is a third dream of an airplane crash with my wife and I being the only survivors.

The main longer dream from this date is very “distant” in some ways but recurring. It is based on walking down an older dirt road through a deep woods (not sure of exact location - I suppose it reminds me of Wisconsin). The area somehow seems very familiar. I am on my own yet I am also aware of a female (wife?) walking on her own elsewhere. There is a point at which the road (going north from directly south) turns at a nearly square angle to go directly to the east. There is a slight understanding that it was or is going to be used for some sort of industry - or as a road for vehicles such as dump trucks, bulldozers and so on. I believe there is another more open area (but still in the woods) that turns off towards the north (from the easterly path) where there is a smaller (one-lane, if assuming for cars or trucks) bridge over a river. Now and then there is a tree across the path but I get through it, sometimes wondering what would happen when the trucks try to come through - it also seems a bit difficult to relate how a car or truck could turn sharply at a ninety degree turn. There are shallow pools of water in some areas, mostly near where trees had fallen, no overly muddy areas.

This is slightly similar to another highly recurring theme, but not exactly the same, where I go into a very nostalgic and seemingly great “remembered” (fictional, I think) area from a main road, going in at about 22 degrees (or probably about half of 45 degrees, which is half of the square right angle of 90) and ending up in a very “ancient” location or special place that no one else knows about (other than in cases where I show friends the area). Going in at about 22 degrees offset from the main road or highway, I am aware of how I am going farther and farther from the populace which feels more and more “right” and comforting - it is like a place of healing, I think, although sometimes I am vaguely aware that there are bears, panthers, or wild hogs in a nearby area (sometimes seeing trees that had been clawed by bears) - but no present threat. Sometimes the area is slightly muddy or with higher pools of water (at the entrance only) - and sometimes I am showing friends this special place with an enhanced fondness. I have had hundreds of similar dreams, where I am somehow the only one who knows about a fairly visible entrance to a special area right off from a main road. It is a forest that is seemingly much bigger on the “inside” (within the forest) than on the outside.

Morning of November 6, 1996. Wednesday.



I opened one of my journals randomly and noticed that it included the usual instance of precognition (of which I did not always record in detail as it was too common - in fact, there were days when it was almost continuous on a conscious level, but spontaneous and usually impersonal).

I have that November 6th (Wednesday) in 1996 was a “good day” but had recorded a strangely negative dream of being a homeless person; an “old drunk”, I think (which is about as far from my real nature as conceivably possible) of a completely different background (white Australian, I think), and being yelled at by a Korean woman from a nearby church mission. I do not understand what she is saying. I am mostly sleeping on the sidewalks in a larger city - not exactly sure where, perhaps Sydney. There was no reason for me to have dreamt this.

On the next day, Thursday, November 7, 1996 - I had gotten a completely unexpected missionary-type letter from a Korean church. We had not gotten any other letters of this nature and we had not been living there at that address that long. Normally, though, precognition of this particular nature unfolds within the same day, often an hour or two after waking. Similar events have happened often before throughout my life, sometimes involving me taking on the odd emotions and ideas of a letter or cassette tape I had not gotten yet and did not know was on its way. In one case, I actually found myself inexplicably yelling about something (I did not even seem to be “me” at all in mood) when I lived in Wisconsin and some of the exact phrases I used were on a cassette tape an adopted sister (A Snowbird, from California) sent me that I had no idea she recorded - from a disillusioned male (relating to Native American rights) talking who I did not even know and regarding some of the same detailed unusual events. Events like this have happened continuously throughout my life, both picking up on someone before I knew of them (even “unwillingly” projecting their mood), and some sort of remote viewing from an unknown consciousness that seemed a part of me - usually with exact details of an “already known memory” of what I could not have possibly known.

Morning of January 19, 1996. Friday.



There were a lot of dreams from this date, but here is about twenty percent. Most is as originally written except for added updates and more condensed summarizing.

I am somehow parting an area of the ocean (like Moses) and walking across with some people. The water swirls back on each side in a spiral motion as I wave my hands in a circular motion in the same direction. [There are fish and jellyfish about on the “ground”.] At one point (including in an additional dream), I walk along singing about the beauty of the ocean, including from an area on a beach.

Seemingly important visual (slightly more vivid) - a flying fish “leaping” in and out of the vertical wave construct, but on a horizontal path and turned sort of sideways, which I first “see” to be a possibly endangered bird, but in fact, the fish is quite lively. Its path makes a triangle waveform “sketch” (engraving-like) in the vertical water “wall”.

I also dream of catching a large redhorse sucker (fish) - had only caught a few in real life now and then, but it is of a fictional nature here, living in the ocean. It also has spines that protrude from along its top fin but a bit laterally (sort of stegosaurus-like), but I handle it carefully and am not injured. I end up injuring its mouth when I take the hook out (this species of fish actually has thick puckering “lips”, so I guess this is some sort of diverse sensual reference unless it relates more to “catching a sucker” loosely based on catching liars, or people unknowingly - and quite commonly - caught up in pyramid schemes or multilevel marketing and such). I had caught it from a bridge with a large raisin (old play on male sensuality as with the old joke about the short-skirted female grocer climbing a ladder to get the requested bread - “is yours raisin too?” - However, in the other context, it would infer the false promise of “raisin” your income - I never fell for the multitude of pyramid schemes even as a child - sometimes I cannot believe the gullibility of people who do). There is concern over whether it is legal to fish from that bridge. One Australian man seems to be giving uncertain/unverified advice regarding fishing laws. On a side note, it may vaguely relate to both - as there was a PSA in America where an older lady (a common victim of such scams) says “we’ll give those envelope guys…a licking!” which some thought was hilarious.

In another dream, I seem to be a different person and with an ability to answer anyone’s question by placing my hand over a surface (such as that of the top of a coffee table) and lifting them to reveal words or symbols that commence (three-dimensionally) to emerge from the surface that somehow provide the “answer” (at least in part) to the person’s question. This seems to be a play on when you push something from underneath a large cluster of small rods within a frame (I forget what it is called) to reveal a shape, letter, or word, or even an actual face if someone puts it over their face. (We did this a lot in school, but again, I forget what it is called.) In another section, there is an atomic bomb and presumably others that will destroy the entire planet. We live in a domed city protected from radiation, but will still need to find more resources eventually. For some reason, Mars is visible in the sky, slightly larger than the moon. There is supposedly a type of Martian lung fish that looks a bit like a mottled horned toad and living on land.

I do my hand routine and the word “factor” rises from the temporary wood “splinters” (actually re-rendering molecules/molecular surfaces) - and the eventual phrase “Crick factor” seems to relate the answer. This is related to the real-life “Crick Factor” (actual title of both a class session and an unfinished novella I started with a friend, Roosevelt I - based on Francis Crick) - which we studied for a time in middle school as a theory - which, for some odd reason, I cannot find referenced on the Internet anywhere at all. The idea (or rather, the odd “theory”) was that life on Earth could have started from DNA sent via a rocket to the planet’s primal oceans by aliens - however, this was mostly presented as more of a “what if” scenario relating to what mankind might “also” do in the future. Eventually, the word “Mars” also appears as if the entire city (which is one large spacecraft) will go there for a time. (We will apparently use any viable resources on Mars - or rather convert soil and rocks at an atomic level - regarding changing minerals and such to grow or generate food.) Added note: Francis Crick died on 28 July 2004 (aged 88), “His later research centered on theoretical neurobiology and attempts to advance the scientific study of human consciousness.” [Wikipedia]. Roosevelt had portrayed him as a young man in the future - which would have to actually have been his implied descendent in the story.

My actual (hard-copy) journal from that day states that I had bought “X-Factor” number 108 at a second-hand book store (I did not note the volume number), which supposedly had precognitive validation (or more accurately, postcognition, as volume one was printed in 1994) from my dreams of this date (all of which I did not include here), but I did not list all the specifics. As the book is packed away somewhere, I may validate the details better later on, but because this happened all the time, I could not always keep up with each day to day (and sometimes even hour to hour) precognitive event.

Morning of January 9, 1996. Tuesday.



I am back in Cubitis, in the living room (though a unique rendering as always). My father (April 26, 1901-February 14, 1979) is alive again and appears probably as he was in the mid-1970s. There seems to be a humorous ambiance, even when an unknown entity in a cloak appears. I pretend to be surprised and afraid of him (though with an exaggerated mood and gestures), especially as he may be the Grim Reaper. However, even though he seems to take my father into a dark room (the southwest bedroom) prior to waking (with an unknown motive in what starts as a possible comedic situation), he does not directly threaten me.

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Cloaked figures almost always come before I develop a cold or flu as in this case (or before a family member becomes ill). This is a factor of the autosymbolism of interconsciousness and other levels of awareness, mostly biological. On another level, it is an example of preconscious recognition (which my dream self lacks) that my father had died. This is linked to the RAS mediation process of the doorway presence (doorway waking symbolism as a factor of the waking process).

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