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Morning of August 6, 1995. Sunday.

Dream #: 10,457-02 and 10,457-03. Reading time: 2 min 30 sec.



An unfamiliar female scientist is performing anatomical experiments on spiders and insects. Her activities result in the spiders gaining the capability of flight.

In what seems like a composite of a business office and a police station, an almost human humming sound gets louder and louder. It becomes a vivid, eerie, and anticipated event. Weevils and rhinoceros beetles that are about the size of horses drill through the wall. There seem to be drills jutting from their heads as if they had mechanical or cybernetic features. That may be because they are animatrons for a science-fiction film though this remains uncertain. The familiarity of the situation is a seamless composite in mood and awareness of the final events from “Bug” (1975), and the scene from “Total Recall” (1990) of which includes the following dialogue:

Douglas Quaid: “Okay. Let’s say you’re telling the truth and this is all a dream.”

Dr. Edgemar: “The walls of reality will come crashing down.”

Lori: “Now you’ve done it, now you’ve done it.”

I become aware of the presence of Zsuzsanna at this point, my conscious self identity emerging, but I residually associate her with the character of Lori.

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In another dream, I am riding in a car driven by my brother-in-law Bob. I am moving to an unknown house, presumably in La Crosse. A suitcase falls off. I quickly get it back onto the roof of the car at superhuman speed as we travel. We pass by a playground where children are being annoyed by a swarm of mosquitoes. (My conscious self identity is absent. There is zero awareness of my current life.)

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Waking process mediation, whether it be in subliminal, liminal, or concurrent modes, sometimes features a wall of which is breached in anticipation of the reticular activating system’s consciousness reinitiation. The process is not much different from using a door for a dream’s exit point. The only difference stems from the degree of self-awareness and extent of subliminal, liminal, or concurrent expectation. You will see these same processes and REM sleep causal factors, in the same order, in thousands of my dreams since early childhood, and I am now 58.

The female scientist is my subliminal awareness of Zsuzsanna.

Experiments are a subliminal association with introducing the conscious self identity and its will into dream space. These two dreams are not “lucid” in the conventional sense (though the term “lucid” is misleading).

Spiders gaining the capability of flight is a result of projected vestibular system correlation, an extension of my imaginary hands.

A wall introduces anticipation of the waking process and anticipation of the emergence of my conscious self identity. “The walls of reality will come crashing down.” My dream, firstly seen as real, is not real.

The actor Dennis Quaid, sharing the last name of Arnold Schwarzenegger’s fictitious character of Douglas Quaid, was in a movie called “Dreamscape” (1984).

The giant beetles and their humming drills introduce attentive awareness of increasing neural energies and the activation of my sense of hearing during the waking process.

Riding in a car is linear vestibular system correlation. Any vehicle is a processing factor of a dream’s imaginary physicality. The driver would reveal the status of the process itself. In this case, it is my brother-in-law, who represents the lack of intelligence of my dream self in subliminal space. The suitcase is a processing factor of conscious self emergence, which has not yet occurred at that point and the association is with having clothes inside, the subliminal awareness I am undressed when I sleep.

A swarm of mosquitoes introduces attentive awareness of increasing neural energies and the potential to perceive legitimate environmental sounds, though the process is projected in this case, a playground being analogous to otherwise enjoying the dream state.

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Night of November 12, 1993. Friday.



In my dream, I am in La Crosse, walking south down the right-hand side of State Street, after apparently having left the post office after sending my wife-to-be a letter. (The images show the exact locations from my dream.)

As I am walking along, I notice the presence of a beautiful young nun about six feet behind me and walking to my right. She looks at me somewhat suspiciously as we walk along and I turn back to admire her (it is actually my wife-to-be in a nun’s outfit/habit). For some reason, we seem to be on the Isle of Man - which makes no sense from a personal perspective. During this time, a miniature whirlwind, but with a sort of unusual muffled traffic-like sound, moves up and down my right arm and I notice I have the leg and hoof of a cow - which seems to have occult repercussions - and making me incompatible with the idea of romance with the nun. She continues to eye me a bit suspiciously yet also seems strongly attracted to me. I lift my cow hand up a bit to ponder what is going on. It changes back and forth a few times with a very vivid impression in imagery and sensations and a sort of buzzing, muffled audio. I feel somewhat embarrassed and am wondering what the girl thinks. It seems to happen spontaneously but I eventually try to control it. Am I really a cow or a devil? I do not think so. The girl still seems to want to be with me, though, as we walk along, but I do not stop or talk to her. I do not want to draw attention to my half-cow self in public.

My wife-to-be is on my right side on the right-hand side of the street (“nun” often being a play on “nine” in our communications relating to Yin and Yang symbolic variations - for example six and nine forming the symbol - but also as a “higher self” persona), both implying future paths (left being the past, right being the future, just as in English reading orientation and the number-line). I associate the cow with “herd mentality”, that is, a “normal” human consensus mentality - which is usually quite “alien” to me on every level and near-impossible to relate to realistically (without enhanced acting skills). Basically it is saying that I am embarrassed about any human-like thoughts (or being a part of “herd mentality” or consensus) whenever they occur and I am trying not to “show such a hand” of herd mentality should I be in public and “getting ahead” in trying to do this (as my wife is walking behind me in her “higher” persona). That is one level looked at personally, anyhow.

Morning of May 2, 1990. Wednesday.



There is an unusual sense of rising into the air and moving towards the television in my brother Earl’s house while sleeping on the couch. It is a typical sense of disembodiment but of the type that usually only comes near the end of certain types of dreams.

For some reason, I get the sense that someone else (unseen) is present. Supposedly, it is some sort of teacher (or an entity interested in my development) that is trying to get me to understand something. It has something to do with a parade being shown on television and seems important, but nothing else is known, only that my name is called and I need to learn about something during this time. It took me a little by surprise because it actually seemed like another “real” character or external persona trying to “teach” me something. Maybe it had more to do with the direction or focus within my disembodied in-dream form than the parade on the television, but I am not sure.

Morning of March 16, 1989. Thursday. (Anniversary of classmate Michael G’s death in 1974. Newly researched and studied April 23, 2015.)



I am entering the house (probably from the front door though the layout is different) and home of Niles and Holland Perry (from the movie “The Other” from 1972) as if I am a part of the family or a very close long-term friend. I am not at all aware of what city or state it is or should be, but I feel as if I know this place from actual visits. (I had known each scene and line from the movie, and the eerie opening theme is probably more recurrent in my mind than any other music during the course of my life). It seems to be late morning, perhaps around 10 o’clock. I see sunlight streaming through the windows. My dream, however, is not faithfully atmospheric (in an occult or potential “horror” sense) to the movie or with any relevant mood other than with a pleasant sort of nostalgic feel - or maybe it is described better as an enhanced essence of the movie before the plot intent is unveiled. There is a very comfortable feeling of timelessness and perfection (as well as being within another time in afterthought). It is rare that a movie-related setting has such a personally “realistic” feeling in a dream.

I walk with either Niles or Holland across the living room and there is a very cheerful mood. Everything seems quite vivid and there is no threat of any kind from anyone. I am eventually right at the lesser point of lucidity, but not quite full lucidity or of the type where I desire to question or change anything. Mostly all that happens is that I see an unusual and colorful toy harpsichord in one corner of the room sitting atop a rectangular antique end table (which was not in the movie). I do not recognize that it is “out of place” in any way. In fact, it seems as if I am seeing something special that the Perry family had never shown to outsiders, although it does have a sense of personal familiarity for some reason.

Morning of September 17, 1988. Saturday.



Not as pleasant as it sounds, this was a long meandering dream which became fairly uncomfortable by the end (in the sense of in-dream boredom and physical tiredness).

I own a small yellow submarine and go on an excursion in the Black River region of the Mississippi River. I am very cramped in the machine. The submarine is smaller than a Volkswagen. Later on, it seems to be too small to even be inside it, and in fact, I seem to swim or move along the outside of it in a somewhat frustrating way. (This is similar to all of the many car dreams where I could not sit down inside a car because I could not fit in it - one of my most common recurring dream themes, in fact.)

The area near the river bottom also seems a bit more like the ocean depths at times, but with a sort of artificial appearance. I do not go near the surface at any time. I feel very annoyed at most points. There are not that many fish or things to look at at the time, either. It does look a bit like the Beatles animated version in form.

I believe this is a play on the fake charges made against me in Vernon County (false charges were common at the time, to keep their jail at a “quota” or some such) - I had to plead “no contest” (meaning “guilty”) for a false “fishing without a license” charge, which was fabricated by the authorities, and even the judge was a known crook who stole someone’s property through a supposed “loophole”. It comes from the fact that other people arrested (one male for “stealing” his own car, for some sort of report mix-up by a girlfriend) had a song they sang to the tune of “Yellow Submarine”, which was “We all live in the Vernon County Jail”, etc. That experience taught me a lot about the bizarre level of corruption in authority and how they do anything they want. Ironic that the ignorant public believes you have to actually do something wrong to be documented within any agency or department with more falsified records. Amazing, really; happens in both the USA and Australia and probably everywhere else. My brother-in-law helped me a bit in this, as he knew about the high level of corruption, but I still had to plead guilty for something that did not happen - taught me a lot about how things really “work”, and all through this, I was as passive as possible as I usually am, because I know how the wrongful dominant culture thinks and acts.

Night of May 1, 1988. Sunday.



I am watching in my dream (having fallen asleep on my back), the associated imagery of the actual music of Abba’s “I’m a Marionette”, with a somewhat disoriented awareness - much like falling asleep in a movie theater and then wondering where you are as you are waking. In fact, I actually do perceive I am in a theater of some sort before realizing I am in my bed. It seems like it might be the end of a big stage production but I am uncertain. It is mostly of a black silhouette of a marionette (which seems male even though the singer is female). It is moving fairly rapidly at times, reminding me vaguely of the motions of an insect. Part of the music seems more like a soundtrack for a film about a haunted house, I note, especially with the seemingly “gasping chorus”, but I also get the impression of the “fleeting” life of an extremely despondent female. I also get the impression of people in a mental institution randomly cheering some sort of game, but as a stage production.

Hearing the song through the veil of my dream, with associated “unnatural” rhythms, was very unpleasant, causing a slight nausea (though not nightmarish to a greater or clearer extent). This, for quite some time, caused me to rethink just how much music alters personal focus and internal emotions and ideas, especially music with negative or surreal implications. It caused me to once again question why people would deliberately listen to music with negative lyrics, especially while sleeping.

Morning of September 13, 1987. Sunday.



I am not a main character here, it seems. My dream seems to focus on a different male. There are some extraordinary scenes that capture ancient Greece in amazing ways, including some sort of unusual mood that I cannot quite describe.

There is some sort of theme related to reincarnation, though I doubt the Minoans or the Greeks would have had belief in this concept in any major way. However, one male seems to “travel” into different lifetimes. His first lifetime is in some sort of arena. An actual minotaur is there and he has to fight with the creature. There are also a couple chariots in the area. It looks like he is ready to escape with my “mystery girl” on a chariot after somehow trapping the minotaur. There is also some sort of odd unicycle-like structure that comes down at one point (perhaps some sort of pulley). The minotaur is trapped in some sort of powerful opaque cage, perhaps a very strong wood. He is trapped just as he begins to charge.

Later, I am walking about in ancient times in a mostly featureless, somewhat barren-looking area, with several other people, possibly some younger Minoans. There is a strange atmospheric mood that is hard to relate.

Over time, the man (reincarnated I assume) returns to the same area but in the distant future. The area is similar but is now more intended as some sort of intergalactic museum, I think. He is standing in the area that is almost like an implied red carpet which leads directly to the trap that he had captured the minotaur in. An unknown person, perhaps a tourist, pulls on some sort of lever. Apparently the person, a female, seems an incarnation of Daphne. The unicycle-like device moves back and down from higher up and the trap is lifted from around the creature. The imagery is quite vivid and intense at this point and I am almost entering a state of vivid fear, though I am on the side of the opened trap and not in the path of what is to come out of it.

Suddenly, the minotaur is charging again from the exact same position he had stopped centuries prior and moves toward the man. I do not get to see the outcome, but I suspect he was killed, but that is not certain. There is a bizarre sense of grief I seem to feel from his wife, but I do not see anything at that point.

Although there are a lot of contradictions and conflicting information on this, one more reliable source says that the ancient Greeks believed that souls of the deceased were not reincarnated into another bodily form and placed back on earth, but lived on in either Hell or Heaven as a spirit. However, in all honesty, to actually claim that “all” people of a certain culture or time believed in a specific thing as a group is quite absurd, yet this wording is used all the time for cultures and such.

Morning of May 11, 1987. Monday.



I have had quite a few of very similar dreams in my life, of a ziggurat in an unlikely location (including inside a larger department store). In dreams like this particular one, I see a smaller, more narrow and steeper ziggurat in an area in a residential neighborhood in La Crosse. It seems to have a church belfry at the top, though, but there is not much room to actually walk around, and it is no more than about twenty feet high. It also seems made with more modern techniques, even with wood and metal in the structure. There is a slight eeriness to these dreams, though bordering more on puzzlement, I think. Such dreams are usually uneventful and I make the choice not to explore the building, or rather, climb the steps, which in this particular dream, seem a bit too steep as well as too narrow in horizontal width from the center to properly walk up them. Also, I am not really sure of the purpose although it almost seems like a Christian-oriented church in some ways, or it may even be related to some sort of new business venture.

Morning of March 30, 1986. Sunday. Easter.



This dream has very strong imagery and is of the highest importance to me. This is actually two dreams, with the more vivid one I will detail first that actually seemed to literally interrupt the other dream (which has only happened a few times more clearly in my life), like suddenly changing the station on a radio, so to speak. (Hypnagogia has a tendency to do this with a very similar effect of a soap bubble suddenly whirling and changing, but I have not experienced it hardly at all in full sleeping dream states.)

This “second part” was one of the most vivid dreams I have ever had, I was aware of every atom and there was a sense of total timelessness (as if the universe had completely “stopped”), yet with a sensation of looking through the clear surface of a pond. I see a silver sebright bantam rooster strutting about in the front yard of my King Street home. I am somehow fully aware that it is a resurrected pet of my youth. (I believe he may have suffocated when he fell asleep near me and then I fell asleep so I felt really bad, but it may, according to my mother, have been from eating brown recluse spiders, velvet ants, and fire ants that there were a lot of around at the time, including ones that died from pesticide).

I feel a strong sense of joy seeing my resurrected pet in this “eternal, frozen pocket of time”; there is no more guilt or sadness of any kind. This energy is “alive” everywhere. I am frozen in the atoms themselves and the watery, ripple-like motions of the air around me. It seems that way for an unknown period of time. Eventually, I hear a strange musical sound from above. A male resplendent quetzal bird comes down and sits on a hedge and makes very unusual (almost metallic and layered) sounds. The sebright rooster acknowledges the bird on the hedge by walking closer to it and stands in seeming expectation, almost like a ritual devotion. I have an awareness that either the quetzal will remain earthbound for its partner/“spiritual brother” for as long as needed (even forever) or that the rooster will soon learn to fly in a more viable way than the eagle. The amazing, multicolored quetzal and the “plain” black-and-white sebright look at each other as I wake slowly, feeling a sense of Yin and Yang uniting (even though Yin is technically female).

Although the first part of my dream (below) was so accurate in precognitive aspects as to be undeniable, I also got a fleeting idea that the rooster was my left side and the quetzal was my right side (though in my dream, the rooster is on the right and the quetzal on the left - however, left and right are supposed to be mentally reversed relative to physical control of the body according to sources I have seen).

The details of my dream that turned out to be correct always gave me a deep feeling of the absurdity of certain people I knew relating such things to coincidence. For example, in my dream both I and a girl I had not seen for over a year were wearing blue long johns. Before walking to my sister’s house, I had assumed this was just some sort of odd dream association. In real life, when I went to my sister’s house, the people from my dream were actually there, and the girl was, very oddly, wearing blue long johns on the outside; never saw this before or since. In my dream, the girl had a Casio digital sampler keyboard (CASIO SK-1) of the same model that I had in real life that I had bought a few months before (which I had also thought was only an in-dream association). In real life, that was also correct; she had won it in a radio promo. In my dream the two older people (one being the girl’s mother, the other being the girl’s mother’s boyfriend at the time) as well as the girl, had a single red welt on the right side of their face, all in the same spot. This also turned out to be true. In my dream, the man I had only seen before as thin was quite plump, and this also turned out to be true. Several other minor details turned out to be correct, including the plastic from her keyboard being in the middle of the dining room table. When I walked into my sister’s house, I just sort of stood there in total puzzlement for a few minutes - I could not even speak for about an hour or so. I had not known these people would visit my sister - let alone on Easter (they came from Chicago, Illinois to La Crosse, Wisconsin).



Even so, I was still at a stage where I rarely mentioned such things to other people, before or after. Since my childhood, the more intelligence or awareness I expressed, the more “different” I was seen as. I even stayed back by choice at my “proper” grade level (the school always wanted to put me two grades higher) but I did not want to leave my friends and I also felt out of place around a lot of much taller kids that I would have been classmates with.

The other important connection is that my wife’s mother painted such a bird quite some time before our real-life contact in 1991. This bird was also in a special syndicated cutout published on the day of my birth, which I did not discover until August of 2014.

Morning of April 7, 1984. Saturday.



A female classmate and neighbor (and validated precognitive wife-to-be “stand-in” or resolved personal archetype) who is slightly younger than me, Brenda W, is trying to resurrect her dead pet ferret by placing various old silver coins, including foreign coins, in the ground near trees (including between extensions of roots). It actually seems to work and she is happy. I see her near a shopfront late at night and she acknowledges me happily. This is set possibly in Milwaukee, Wisconsin even though I knew her to only live in Florida. No one else seems to be around in most scenes except perhaps in the background. The storefront seems to be easterly of my dream-self’s perspective. As a somewhat vaguely implied back story scene, a local preacher (possibly Connell of Florida) talks about the Resurrection of Jesus, which Brenda is supposed to widely promote in a special “travel brochure”(?) which also relates to some sort of ambiguous business that loosely reminds me of the lemonade-stand-like psychiatrist booth run by Lucy in the “Peanuts” comic strip. Something goes wrong with the machine (which seems to be in or near a grocery store checkout) and instead of printing “The Resurrection of Jesus”, it prints “The Erection of Sausages” which Brenda laughs at hysterically.

Update June 20, 2015: After all this time, I see it is likely a play on “hot dog stand” regarding the primary school Adam and Eve gag. (”Eve, in being the first vendor, made Adam’s Hot Dog Stand”.) As much meticulous dream journalism as I had done continuously since early childhood, some fairly obvious layers, explanations (hidden meanings), and metaphorical plays did not become clearer until years later, even after studying the content numerous times.

In an old recurring childhood theme I have written much on even as a young child (and in fact even atypically acted out with friends at school who unfortunately changed the theme into being zombie-related, albeit creatively), in the first (prototype) dream, “The Dead One”, Brenda W seemed to have been resurrected into a normal life again, but ran from me in the city streets and remained unapproachable. There was also the “Wild Weasel” dream - but which was seemingly resolved to be a Tasmanian devil in the final versions. I believe there is a connection to my general unexplained path concerning the “mystery girl”. This dream seems to be some sort of offbeat comedic composite of both childhood dreams. The ferret likely represents the maturing male stage in this case (with a possible link to the emerging cicada nymph concept regarding my marriage, as my wife collected cicada shells as a child and made miniature cemeteries complete with miniature wooden crosses, not knowing yet that they were only exoskeletons - also impersonally related to “seven-year-itch” and “seven-year-locust”, including the business cycle meaning - terms I have only heard and do not “get” at all - but then, most of mainstream humanity and their beliefs make no sense to me). It is not quite anniversary precognition, as it is off by a couple days concerning my marriage ten years later (though apparently there was a version on the ninth, though not as clear).

Morning of February 8, 1984. Wednesday.



I seem to be in an unknown or at least unrecognizable area at a motel. It may be in Wisconsin (where I am living in real life) or possibly in a larger city in Florida. The area seems completely deserted other than with my presence. The motel and its larger rooms seem oriented to the south. I get the impression I am a different “character”. I may have a job to do involving a revolver which is apparently in a drawer in one of the motel rooms. I do not seem to be certain which room it is at first but eventually find it.

This is somehow, but indirectly, connected to another dream section set in a different time, or perhaps it only seems that way. At any rate, it is like an old-fashioned western town. There is a younger girl walking around who may be either Effie Elmer or Betty Jane W (but probably based on Jenny C). Since my dream was recurring, there were different associations. I am lying on my side in the middle of a dirt road, possibly injured relative to my dream’s “back story” though I do not feel hurt. It is the dirt road through this old western town (which resembles Dodge City on the television series “Gunsmoke”). Although the first setting was seemingly deserted and somehow even isolated, this town has activity. I only see the legs and feet of the girl in my partial view of looking under a horse and buggy towards the wooden sidewalk. No one seems to notice me or at least directly regard my presence there on the ground.

Oddly, when the girl turns to walk in the opposite direction that the horse and buggy is going, she vanishes completely, as the area otherwise blocked by the buggy is then revealed. No one is there. This happens several times in “resets”. Perhaps she is a phantom.

I am not sure what my role is in either scenario; the apparently modern motel, or the old western town. Perhaps I am there to warn someone or even to shoot someone, but there is no stronger emotion for the most part. Feet and lower legs are all that is ever seen of the possibly unknown girl. She appears to be wearing old-fashioned shoes with buckles. My dream does not seem to have an intentional “plot” of any kind; it just presents the two scenes.

Morning of March 31, 1983. Thursday.



It seems to be very early morning in my dream; before sunrise. I am in an unusual composite location of a “compressed” (whereby an implied larger environment somehow fits into a much smaller one) and seemingly isolated cornfield and my sister’s backyard at Loomis Street. There seems to be the presence of a nuclear explosion (from the eastern horizon) in the distance and the sky grows red. There is eventually a strong wind. All I am mostly aware of at the main vivid point is the wind blowing against the scarecrow as if that were the last aspect of the human race that remained. The wind makes an almost human-like sound, but like a soft though eerie chorus.

As I had learned after this (and the “clue” it seems to contain regarding the dreamer as a scarecrow, that is, non-lucid) atomic bombs and nuclear explosions in dreams are mostly little more than a metaphor for the waking process itself. This was validated later on when, when I was nearing lucidity, had the ability to “freeze” the mushroom cloud and thus bring about apex lucidity by stopping the waking process, and thereby my dream was extended dramatically (including increasing in vividness).

In contrast to an atomic bomb ending the dream (or causing it to change in cohesiveness) and the potential for lucidity (again, unless stopped or “frozen”), a tornado can pull one in (as the Merkaba) into deeper lucidity. As often reflected on before, my childhood tornado dream (beginning of autumn 1970) represented, on one level, the merging of dreams and reality, with my joining (presumed counteracting or harmonizing - both now seem plausible) of the opposite whirling forces of the tornado and hexagonal merry-go-round - also a metaphor for activating a Merkaba akin to meeting one’s soulmate as well.

In this case, the scarecrow as dreamer also adds to the atomic bomb representing the waking process in the dreamer now being a scarecrow with no potential to move back into the dream state. (It is fairly obvious like most dreams of this type and level of consciousness.)

Morning of January 8, 1983. Saturday.



I am in a mostly unfamiliar area seemingly in La Crosse. I may be near the place called Bonanza (which is a restaurant, I believe) where people fish. Over time, there is threat of a flash flood. A lot of people are struck and carried away by the rushing water and I end up hanging onto some sort of wooden debris (part of a house, I assume), quickly floating directly north. I suddenly notice a large, healthy, silvery fish next to me as if it was just tossed from the water somehow, or more like riding the waves at the same pace I am, remaining uninjured. It seems somewhat important, like a significant event for me. I am not sure what species it is; it may be a large herring. I feel a sense of vividness at that point, the most vivid part of my dream. It seems almost mystical. I have found that other people have had very similar dreams, one mentioned in a lecture about it relating to the gift of abundance.

Morning of November 17, 1982. Wednesday. (Extensively clarified for inexperienced dream journalists on Sunday, 17 September 2017.)



It seems to be early afternoon throughout most of this dream. My dream starts out in the apartment above my sister Marilyn’s house on Loomis Street, which seems vacant at the time, though there are a few items around including minimal furniture. The steps are unusual, but are similar to other dreams with this distortion. They go around the sides of the living room to no particular location and have no railing.

Eventually, a large and seemingly menacing polar bear makes an appearance but does not chase me at any point. I realize that the polar bear may have eaten the previous occupant of the apartment, but later, I am also thinking that this tenant (Colleen) may have gotten away but left some of her things behind (due to the presence of the bear). There is a distortion when her apartment seems to be upside-down, yet without furniture and other items falling from the implied ceiling. There is a scene where I am on the unlikely stairs and looking down at the creature though I seem incorporeal at one point.

Later, in the last part of my dream, I am downstairs in my sister’s living room and there is a knock on the door which is presumed to be the mailman with a package. Instead, it turns out to be the polar bear. It is standing upright on two legs (and at least a foot taller than me). It does not attempt to attack me, though I wake almost immediately. There is a sense of surprise and awe, but it is not nightmarish.

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This dreams ends with non-lucid doorway waking symbolism. This type of dream outcome is sometimes triggered by the reticular activating system when environmental noise is present and based on the implied need to wake up and answer the door (which does not mean that the environmental noise is an actual door knock as the mind is unconscious and does not correctly perceive the real environment).

Dreams are experienced in real time and mainly symbolize mental processes and changes in REM semi-consciousness or neural patterns. Therefore, a staircase usually metaphorically signifies changes in levels of awareness while sleeping (just as it is deliberately used as such in some forms of meditation and hypnosis). In this case, using a staircase put me into a more vivid offset dream, which is typical. (I use a staircase in some dreams to augment lucidity.)

The polar bear becoming the preconscious to emergent consciousness factor in this case may be coincidentally based on the possible shift to doorway waking symbolism as a result of environmental noise, only if not assuming the earlier segment to be a precursor to it. The assumption that the door knock was possibly a mailman validates the reticular activating system prompt, as a mailman otherwise often relates to incrementing communication between dream self and conscious self (that is, the true conscious self identity trying to reach the otherwise muddled personified subconscious aka dream self).

If there is any waking life relevance here, it may relate to a wish to see myself as stronger or more adaptable to the cold weather (as I had moved from Florida to Wisconsin during the summer of 1978). However, there also seems to be a less-detailed thread of prescience. I told my sister about this dream. Later this day, she said “There’s your snow bear”. It was a television commercial we had never seen previously with the scene of a polar bear running across a featureless ice floe. (However, during one time period, I also regularly saw a real stuffed polar bear in a commercial window display while walking through an area in La Crosse.)

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Night of August 6, 1982. Friday.



This was one of those extremely common precognitive and remote viewing hybrids of a rather amusing and peculiar nature and the usual seemingly “pointless” regard that I have come to know so well since earliest memory - although another user on another dream journal site has clarified why this type of dreaming likely happens. Oddly, it is a similar process as to what eventually creates animals with amazing attributes regarding mimicry and camouflage. In other words, the dream state produces unusual mixed (and sometimes fantastically altered) composites of remote viewing, postcognition, and precognition until the consciousness is more defined via exercising the process of elimination (thereby leaving you more and more on your “correct” path by default).

It is seemingly based on the science-fiction short story “Arena” (by Fredric Brown), though I actually never read it even though I had it in a collection at one time. I am wandering around in the dream into an area of French Island that I had never been, which is a cluster of trees and high grasses which eventually leads into a more open area where boathouses can be seen on the other side of the Black River channel.

I hear an electronic (yet still discernible as male) voice that accuses me of “trespassing” and I recognize that it is not in my immediate surroundings. Off to the side, I notice what looks like a part of a “spaceship”. However, even though it looks a lot like a spaceship at first, it turns out to be some sort of set of bleachers for aliens from various planets to come to Earth and watch fights - some sort of gambling or “trade” arrangement.

After a short time, I find myself surrounded by these weird orange “bleachers” on three sides, with a sparse audience of odd-looking characters or the “aliens” aforementioned. I am then confronted by a robotic octopus (though more like a squid) of sorts. It has long tentacles (more like segmented cables) that are somewhat like the hose of a vacuum cleaner but about half the size and shiny and metallic. It spreads them out horizontally and southerly in my direction. I am able to avoid its attempted attacks by deliberately falling backwards and moving to different areas of the “arena”.

I am dressed differently as well, almost caveman-like (or in rags), partially covered in machine oil, and seem to be about ten years older. I seem to win somehow (or perhaps the robot malfunctions) but the dream becomes vague and meandering.

A day later, in real life, I decide to visit the area implied by the dream for the first time. I manage to walk off into a weedy area near the main road and eventually find my way walking through a more open area. Most of the weeds are higher than my head, but there is a clearing where there is less grass. I eventually notice large orange objects (and another structure) sticking out from one weedy area which appear to be man-made. Obviously, the dream comes back to me and for some inexplicable reason, I feel completely terrified and out-of-place. I even get the rather vague impression it could be a “craft” of some kind (even though I do not believe in alien visitations in spaceships).

However, it soon dawns on me, as I “bravely” investigate, that they are some sort of odd unfamiliar construction materials and utility items that I had not seen before (some of it being orange demolition stands/fencing, I think, but in odd uneven piles), and I had not heard anything about building being done in the area. There are about three or four piles of the materials, and farther on, stacks of odd-looking squarish lumber. There was also a broken piece that resembled the “tentacle” from the dream - possibly from an adjustable lamp, as there was a bit of other junk in one area (though it was not meant to be a dump). I still feel extremely strange for a short time (things of this nature had happened before, but this area actually seemed “off” to me for a short time). Realizing that I may be trespassing, I decide to keep going in a direction and area I had also never been in before and end up having to go back the way I came (due to the river disallowing farther travel and too many hazards). This was, in afterthought, a rather hilarious, though slightly unnerving experience.

This was a memorable experience, which shows that remote viewing in-dream sometimes alters an environment you have not been in - in a similar way that words you are not sure of the meaning of are given completely different meanings in-dream (the best example being my “Jacuzzi” dream).