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Morning of March 17, 2015. Tuesday.



I am a teenager again and it is probably the year 1976. It seems to be very early in the morning prior to sunrise. I am aware that a gypsy man is walking south down Highway Seventeen on the opposite side from my house in Cubitis (rendered fairly accurately in-dream, which is atypical). He is apparently hitchhiking when possible. He has his young daughter with him who happens to be my wife-to-be in the distant future though I am not directly focused on that reality. When he stops in front of the S family house, he decides to leave her at my house so that my parents can look after her until he has enough money to establish a better situation though he seems sad at having to do this. (There is no association with her mother at all.) I am not sure when he plans to return.

A semi-trailer truck stops to pick him up. The girl stands near me on the carport as the truck continues southward. My parents do not actually make an appearance at any point. Curiously, I am not that surprised by this “alternate timeline” in afterthought. A huge amount of evidence, especially including an identical drawing after that of a female classmate’s (too much detail to be by chance) as well as other drawings, poetry, and stories, and uncanny parallels to my own life, has convinced me that my wife had been remote viewing my life since her birth long before we made actual direct contact (and after we made contact, continuous unexplainable events unfolded day to day to the point where some people became angry - though my mother’s belief system on the nature of reality changed completely though in her case she was happy about it). Of course, that is only a small part of it as the girl in this dream is indeed the same one who appeared in my dreams in the actual 1970s and early photographs of my wife had confirmed this.

Morning of March 14, 2015. Saturday.



My dream starts out seemingly in the house in Wavell Heights. However, my oldest son is there as he appears now. At one point, there is something about loosely squinting a certain way at a television or computer monitor and somehow altering the appearance of the imagery on the screen including for anyone else who is also looking at it. It is a nonsensical concept but seemingly works in my dream. At one point, I look at a few rows of writing on the screen and it all comes together in a brighter white block. Other members of my family notice other changes on the screen as I use this supposed natural ability.

I look through a large colorful magazine which seems dynamic, with small animations on some of the pages. It includes information about various computer games as well as possibly ordinary board games. There is something about a maze-like game or long-term quest with spirals; the spirals seem infinite yet still part of some sort of goal regarding the completion of at least some of them. As I look at the image on the upper-left of the page, an animated demonstration shows new spiral-like paths appearing between others. I do not question how images could be moving on the page of an otherwise normal magazine.

Later, I look out the window. I am aware that there is some sort of attack that is beginning that involves modern jets bombing areas nearby (though I vaguely think of Pearl Harbor). However, this does not bother me at all (especially as the jets fly by far below and do not seem capable of flying anywhere near the height of where my apartment is) as I get the impression they will only bomb industrial areas and not near any residential areas. Apparently, I am in a very high building and I am looking down across a vast cityscape far below and beyond. It looks very unrealistic, almost like looking at a fairly flat model of a large urban area from an unlikely perspective. Because this seems “off” somehow, I decide to lean out the window as far as I can to see where I am. I look down and it seems I am at the top of an impossibly tall skyscraper as I manage to see parts of the outer walls that seemingly go several miles down to the ground. This skyscraper is so high, it is almost as if my view is from an airplane that is flying extremely high in the atmosphere. No other buildings are even close to the height of the building I am in, again, to where the rendering seems quite artificial. However, it still feels as if I am high above the landscape and the area below seems only vaguely like a miniature.

In the distance and far below I see shipyards (and the ocean beyond) and various industrial areas. In some parts, the area looks quite flat though there are fence-like structures in some sections, and there are roads that unrealistically zigzag a bit. Parts of the layout are almost abstract yet mostly uniform overall. I feel very vivid yet do not attain lucidity regardless of the unrealistic nature of the regions below and beyond. There are even some areas that seem somewhat misty or incomplete.

Morning of March 9, 2015. Monday.



Near the beginning of my dream, an unknown male is showing my two youngest sons a computer keyboard. It changes from looking like it has about half the letters of the alphabet distributed over keys that are about twice as big as normal to seemingly only having about six large flat keys over the entire keyboard (which is also flatter and somewhat larger than normal). At this point, it seems like a keyboard for a very old computer of at least twenty years ago (though that is an unreasonable assumption as the early Commodore 64s had much fatter keyboards, not thinner). After a short time, I ask him if it is a tic tac toe game. This is seemingly meant to be somewhat sarcastic on my part or at least humorous as there are only enough keys for an “X” and an “O” and usage of the four cursor directions. It seems unusual to have a large piece of technology which requires a monitor and likely the computer desktop itself just to play tic tac toe. I do not get a reply to my question.

Later, I am aware that there may be a bad storm approaching and am concerned about my wife not being back from the store. I decide to check the weather reports on my computer and the keyboard starts to buzz oddly and a small flame shoots out from the upper left corner. Eventually the escape key becomes loose and I see that it has wires attached to it which are shorting out. Somehow, the area under the escape key is wired in a manner that is directly connected to the power supply for the computer. Because at least one wire is broken the computer will not stay on and the buzzing and sparking on that corner of the keyboard continues until nothing works at all. I get very annoyed though my dream decays after this part. Rather than the computer monitor having a realistic display, it looks more like horizontal bars and snow from an analogue television experiencing a weak distorted signal or interference from a storm.

Because it is the escape key, there is probably a play on escape. Instead of there being a storm in reality it is once again unbearably warm - thus there is likely a play on “escaping” from this town or climate. It seems to suggest that the escape must be implemented to keep healthy as in my dream, the computer seems to have to be turned on or rebooted by pressing the [ Esc ] key.

Morning of March 4, 2015. Wednesday.



I am seemingly in two different places over time, neither very familiar. One area seems to represent a small island. The other area represents a mostly unpopulated rural area. There are two occasions where there is a circle of fire which grows a bit bigger, but also seems to travel at times (while remaining a smaller circle). Somehow the fire is made up of six smaller fires, or rather “fire animals”. There are two wolves, two eagles, and two opossums. I am vaguely aware that the presence may be some sort of spiritual gift, but realistically, it is possibly from just being too warm during sleep. There is, however, a sense of balance and vindication.

Afternoon of March 1, 2015. Sunday.



I am seemingly a part of a residual memory of a scene from the “Time Tunnel” episode “One Way to the Moon” except that it is “actually” happening now and is not part of a television show. I am not directly involved in the environment though; more like maintaining a disembodied (but three-dimensional) perspective just outside of the rocket and moving along at about the same speed with it in outer space.

When the patch is needed, it is in the area where the astronauts are rather than the storage compartment (as in the actual second episode of “Time Tunnel”). A piece of a latch hook canvas is somehow manipulated to cover the hole, which is of course ridiculous since it is only a screen rather than a solid piece. The extra area of the latch hook canvas is then somehow folded over to build a second layer over the hole, which of course, is still pointless. The latch hook canvas piece moves about on its own on the outside of the rocket and is not handled by anyone. Nothing else happens and there is no major concern about the assumed lack of oxygen in the rocket now.

Morning of March 1, 2015. Sunday.



This is, I think, the first clearer dream (though not lucid) that featured the actors from the television show “Supernatural”; Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles (though I did have a short dream of the Castiel character some weeks ago which I did not post anywhere yet).

In my dream I am filming the popular television show with a small hand-held camera. It actually takes me some time before I realize that I am filming “Supernatural” and become more aware of the actors. I eventually notice that I am walking down the sidewalk near commercial businesses with Jared and Jensen (on their right) through a bland urban area in an unknown city. My dream slowly takes on rather strange imagery. The two actors have larger and larger mustaches when I look over at them. At one point, the mustaches look somewhat like three pairs of bird wings (at different angles) hanging down, like three separate mustaches growing and hanging over each other. It is an unusual though interesting “style” I reason. (The three ends on each side do not curve upward but sort of randomly point outward and down in three different layers.)

At first, Jared’s three-tiered mustache seems rather mystical and almost creates an atmosphere of authority (and for some reason reminds me of perhaps an outlaw persona from an old western movie) and very unique personal diversity, yet it also seems “wrong” or “off” somehow, though this strange unlikely imagery and slightly eerie unexplainable feeling about the imagery does not trigger any level of lucidity at all. A little later, as they walk off towards their car, I notice that Jared mostly only has half his proper mustache with the other side (right side of his face) being a very thin half, with only sparse hairs. He seems self-conscious at this and casually covers up that side of his face at random moments. I am not sure how this scene relates to the particular fictional episode of the show, or if it is meant to be integrated as such into the plot.

Later on, I am filming near a large open vestibule directly facing a parking lot. The area does not look familiar though I consider it may be some kind of church. I hear a male mention something about the Winchesters in a loud voice from near the church-like building but I am not sure about what is going on. (It still does not dawn on me that I am dreaming.) An older wealthy-looking woman walks by and I notice some sort of minor disturbance. When I walk closer to the actors, the woman apologizes and says, referring to Jensen, that it is not every day that she gets to see God. This seems vaguely amusing and we all laugh about the remark. When I look down, I notice pieces of her necklace all over the street, both gems and beads and a couple larger yellowish diamond-shaped parts. Apparently, she had gotten excited upon seeing Jensen, absentmindedly grabbed at her throat thus tearing off her necklace, and then bumped into him. Nothing happens after this as I focus more and more on the broken necklace (as my in-dream awareness starts to fade), but I am vaguely wondering if she will even notice it or start to retrieve the pieces.

Morning of February 28, 2015. Saturday.



This is quite honestly one of the most ludicrous dreams I have had in years, if not decades…You have been warned.

I am near the ocean in an unknown and otherwise unfamiliar region. There is a concrete bridge over one area fairly close to the shore. Over time, I notice activity in the water, which appears to be at least two sharks. I am not bothered by the presence of sharks even though I am fairly close to the water’s edge.

At one point, I notice one shark jump onto another one. Looking more closely, I see that they are apparently mating in this way. Not only that, it becomes a bizarre scene. The female shark is on the bottom but is also on a jetski moving normally through the water and actually seeming to be in control of it (I am not certain if she had eaten an implied human rider prior to this - though it seems likely - where else would a shark get a jetski?). The male shark is on her back but eventually appears to have human-like legs at the rear that help him balance over her as well as stand on the jetski. There is a lot of suggestive motion and drama and it goes on for several minutes rather rhythmically and with no sense of comedy or lack of logic.

Later on, a few other (unknown) people are in the area. A very long giant (but thin) snake is on the shore (though I see part of its body in the water at one point). It is not like a sea serpent, just like a giant coral snake or similar. I watch its huge head look down at me at one point but do not feel remotely threatened. When it gets closer to me, I start thinking about old monster movies. I start thinking that the motion of the snake is starting to look like stop motion animation from the 1960s.

From here, there is an idea that the giant snake is knocking down skyscrapers that line one area of the shore. I start watching the action and become aware of a scene that looks mostly like pieces of walls and furniture raining down for a very long time - almost like a continuous “waterfall” of broken pieces of chairs and tables and small random pieces of the buildings, mostly cascading in the same general areas throughout, which makes it seem unrealistic. (I am not lucid at any point.)

Morning of February 27, 2015. Friday.



This is a very vivid dream with a couple atypical features, including the loudest audio I have heard in a dream in years. I am in bed with my wife as in reality. However, the room is different to the left. It is an open area for the most part, but there are unidentifiable yet somehow “familiar” cases of some sort all in a row, front to back, possibly about ten of them. I am not even sure what they are meant to hold (DVDs?) or if they are empty or not. It is possible that they are empty and we may be in the process of cleaning them or letting them dry out from being cleaned or perhaps accidentally having gotten wet. Other than the covers being mostly opaque, they have narrow horizontally rectangular “windows” on the front. I think they are also all partly open, or at least a few of them are. I am not sure if they contain pages with sleeves or if so, how many. Again, they do not directly resemble anything I have seen in real life.

My wife remains asleep the whole time I notice a sort of buzzing and shuffling sound which becomes louder over time. At least two of the cases have insects in them, but the type of insect is not fully certain (or there may be more than one type). One may be a large flying cockroach, or some type of beetle (or unnaturally large click beetle or Christmas beetle) or even a dragonfly. I get the impression that the insects have been trapped but are now able to find their way out. I am surprised by how loud their wings are in rubbing together. I get out of bed to see if I can find something to get them with but I end up running, as the sound I had been hearing is so loud, it is one of the loudest sounds I have ever perceived in a dream state. It goes from a seeming insect wing sound to an extraordinarily loud electrical buzzing that is almost like sizzling that I can begin to feel within my head - and it soon dominates the whole environment rather than having a seeming source. Insects do not bother me much in reality, but this one seems to have the potential to cause great harm. It does sound somewhat like a Christmas beetle but greatly amplified and expanded.

I wake up fairly quickly but there is nothing that could have triggered the sound within my dream - the room is actually very quiet except for the very low-level white noise of the fans. Rather than being annoyed by my dream, I am actually intrigued - and amused - by how one can perceive something that loudly and clearly in the dream state. I start to wonder how the brain can generate that loud of an imaginary sound - perhaps related to cellular functions or processes.

The last time I heard a sound of this particular nature was in a dream which was also involving my attempt to “run away from sizzling” - that had several layers of precognition involving 9-11 (long before it happened) and certain types of computer technology. (See link here.)

Afternoon of February 24, 2015. Tuesday.



In my dream, I am firstly at our present house on W Street. Though I am not lucid, the theme of moving into a large new expensive house unfolds. At one point near the beginning, my wife buys an unusual rare breed of cat (while in town to otherwise collect a parcel at the post office) and had brought it home. It cost over three hundred dollars and I am concerned about the price at first. However, there are several scenes where I pet it in the house and it seems very majestic and tame even though it is about one and a half times bigger than a normal house cat and apparently has a wild breed as at least one grandparent (I mention something in-dream about how it resembles the bobcat hybrid my family had in Florida when I was a teenager even though the one in-dream is mostly gray). Cats sometimes act strangely in dreams, but this one acts very calm and is very realistically catlike in appearance and movement. The sense of touch is enhanced during this part, as I clearly feel the texture of its face and fur several times.

Later, my oldest son and oldest daughter decide to go with me to see the new house for the first time. A new car automatically drives itself to our present house (recurring dream event since young adulthood). From there, I just drive mostly west, feeling very happy and relaxed, but not really with the knowledge of where our supposed new home is. I drive across the grounds of what looks like a large (unknown) college, driving very close to the outer walls at times. At one point later on, I notice, to my left, three females who look very similar and are standing around together. They are skinny and sickly looking and are possibly prostitutes, alcoholics, or drug users or all of the above. I keep driving to the unknown location, not wanting to even stop in this part of the city now or at any time in the future. I seem to be going northwest at this point.

Finally, we seem to reach our destination. It is an extremely large house that is possibly the size of half a city block or bigger, although I think it is all on one floor. We go into a very large room where everything has a deep chocolate color including the carpeting and furniture. The walls have a waffle-like texture, seemingly covered by a cloth-like surface. There are four rooms with large plasma televisions. Even the kitchen has one on the counter (which is strange as my family does not watch much television). I feel very happy and healthy in my dream’s environment.

Another male, seemingly a businessman and wearing glasses, is there in an extraordinarily large kitchen (as big as a restaurant), looking as if he is ready to leave and putting some documents in a suitcase that sits on the counter. I am not sure if he is the one that sold (or gave) me the house or if he had been here only to bring out the televisions or to check something. I ask him if he wants (or needs to borrow) one of my cars (apparently I have several new sports cars). He says no but he asks me if he can borrow six dollars. I give him ten dollars, telling him to keep it. He leaves without incident right after this.

From here, I look around more, exploring the western sections of this huge house. I walk through what seems like a large empty garage. A smaller garage stems off to the north from the main one that continues somewhat hall-like and westerly. There seem to be a few more garages within garages in different areas. I focus on the concrete block wall at the very west end and am glad the house is heavily blocked off from the rest of the neighborhood, likely soundproof as well as impenetrable. I am then contemplating going back and getting the other members of my family.

Morning of February 21, 2015. Saturday.



This is a fairly short dream that plays out somewhat like the art and style of Ernie Bushmiller. The main focus and “prop” is a large wooden three-tired empty bookcase in a mostly featureless room in an undefined location. There are three unknown male characters who are rendered somewhat comic-strip-like. It is not like I am disembodied at the scene but watching the scenario through a large portal. It is not rendered all that realistically and the depth is not very defined; it is almost like a “living comic strip”.

One male approaches the bookcase (which is on the right side of my perspective) and I am aware that he is going to sleep in the top shelf (without any bedding apparently, and while fully dressed) as if it were some sort of three-storey bunk-bed. Not much happens after this. The other two are somewhat cheerful but remain standing. For a vague moment, there is an association with some sort of concept of a challenge regarding (unknown) indoctrination.

It is possible that this sequence has something to do with the phrase “bunker down” as associated with “batten down” as they have been repeating this phrase over and over during the recent cyclone warning which has now passed.

Morning of February 18, 2015. Wednesday.



My family and I are seemingly living back on Barolin Street though the house is somewhat different in layout. The side porch for the south entrance is much bigger and with an additional railing on the west side and there is a couch along the north wall where there is otherwise a doorway.

In my dream however, we are living in the house that is supposedly being fixed up (except, again, it is actually the house from our last address, not the one next door presently in real life). An unknown female and an unknown male are responsible for the endless tortuous hammering. The male has a ladder going up above the steps of the side porch that appears to reach the roof. When I look to my right after glancing out the side entrance, I notice a random cluster of a few boards of various short lengths nailed at odd angles to the railing, but only in one smaller area, which seems rather pointless.

In the living room, I notice the west wall has an unusual appearance. The narrower wall boards are horizontal and have longer gaps between them (similar to some areas of the floor in our present home in real life but with wider gaps). There are additional layers over the first wall of several very small boards nailed over it at odd random angles (but mostly oriented to the vertical), not over the entire wall but in smaller clusters somewhat suggestive of isolated rectangles overall, also suggestive of extremely sloppy patchwork. For some reason, this seems amusing to me and reflects the nature of everyman as well as humorously representing the person who has been randomly hammering various parts of the small house over and over for a year (since the end of February 2014). Still, I do not become lucid at the absurd appearance of the house.

Having endured months of random hammering (of various volumes, tones, and resonances) in the small wooden house next door in real life - related to a rather absurd and incompetent attempt at renovation (by one of those people who think they can do anything without the knowledge and skills), this particular dream was not really that stressful but more like comic relief in a way. In the recent past, the house had already been fixed up (almost to the point of being seemingly rebuilt) every few months after each tenant moved out - though this time, it is by far the craziest thing I have ever seen anyone involved in. They actually have spent more time in fixing it up than they have in renting it out over the last several years, though there have been many days of peace with the house being empty and left sitting there for a few weeks or more without anyone working on it.

Morning of February 17, 2015. Tuesday.



This is a rare dream type where a nearly overwhelming odor dominates my dream’s environment (with more potency than real life just as the sense of touch is often augmented in dreams). I have documented only a few of these in my lifetime, the first one featuring the very unpleasant odor of asphalt. In this case, it also has another fairly rare environmental feature where much of the action takes place near and in a corner of a large room, where most of the only objects, characters, or other features are.

I am at a clothing sale in what was once a large store full of items at a large shopping mall apparently in this area or possibly in Brisbane. The room is very large and at what would be on the right side from the main entrance of the mall, though all that remains of the ongoing sale is in one area near a corner. Several unknown saleswomen and cashiers are working, which seems a bit unusual as there are only a few racks of clothing left and hardly any costumers.

I notice a stench coming from somewhere when I go in to look around, though there are not many mens’ clothes left. At first the source of the odor is completely unknown. It has both a chemical and metallic smell. The workers are annoyed and it is possibly keeping any more costumers from maintaining much interest in shopping. I buy a couple pairs of pants and soon find myself in the kitchen at my present home, though its layout is perpendicular (rotated ninety degrees east) to how it is in reality. For some reason I am sitting under the table in the center of the room where there are more clothes piled.

I somehow end up back at the store and approach the large hot water heater that is an odd feature of the store, the only noticeable feature other than the clothing sale area. The tank is near the middle of the wall opposite the entrance. I am clearly aware that the stench is much more potent here. An older male notices me and approaches as I tell him that the stench is coming from just above the hot water tank, which also appears to be leaking somewhat. At first he does not believe me, but when he goes to put his face closer to the top pipe he backs away immediately and nods in confirmation.

Two of the sales ladies come over and frustratingly ask if it has to be replaced and the older male nods. They seem very annoyed at having to replace the device (which I think also doubles as an in-store furnace) when they only have a small amount of inventory left to sell.

Even though the smell became much clearer and more powerful when I was near the hot water heater, there was no smell of any kind in reality after waking (though sometimes “phantom smells” and “phantom tastes” do carry over from dream states).

Morning of February 16, 2015. Monday.



My dream has two main sections and is very long. It begins at a different version of our older home on Stadcor Street in Wavell Heights. However, our house is built directly over the ground (instead of up on stumps) and has a dirt floor, which does not trigger the fact that I am dreaming. I notice a large garden in our living room growing directly from the “floor”. They are large-leafed vine-like plants; possibly cantaloupes. Over time, however, I want to make our house more like a modern home and have our garden outside. It seems somewhat frustrating to me though I do notice sheets of vinyl and carpet over some areas of the dirt floor in different rooms, but only covering about half the area. This combination of vinyl or carpet over a dirt floor seems more aggravating than just having a dirt floor throughout.

Zsuzsanna comes in and tells me that she is going to visit an older lady that she knew when she was younger. Before visiting her, she decides to become fifteen years old again so there will not be any confusion as to who she is, as the older lady will recognize her more easily. This does not at all seem unusual to me but I start to worry about her as she leaves on her bicycle - the one she apparently had at that time when she knew this person - and “calls it into existence” as such again. Instead of this scene triggering lucidity, I instead eventually decide that I will catch up to her to make sure she stays safe. Of course, to do this, I take to the air to fly (still not becoming lucid).

I fly over what seems like a resort near a beach, but there is also an urban area. Flying down and around the people does not surprise them that much. In fact, one shirtless chubby male in swimming trunks waves at me from a lawn chair. I do have to dodge a few power lines. I also briefly see Zsa Zsa Gabor (very old) who regards me without emotion.

I fly in a semicircular path and land in an industrial area near a fence and see my wife approaching on her bicycle (which for a short time seems to be a three-wheeled rickshaw with packages on the seat to her right - however it is soon a bicycle again). She seems cheerful and okay as she soon hears me calling out her name (“Suzi”) rather loudly. Three unknown people are there and I start randomly talking to them about others in the area as my wife approaches on bicycle. One unknown male claims they are my relatives and that the person I thought was Zsa Zsa Gabor may actually be an elderly lady I visited as a child whose surname (real-life as well) was Love. I am not sure if the surname he gives for himself is Toms or Thomas (though I do hear “Toms” at first, it seems).

My wife is happy to see me and seems about twenty years old now. We decide to fly off together, but first, I must hide her bicycle so that no one steals it. I use telekinesis (still not lucid) and move it to near the sidewalk. From here, I transform the bicycle now lying on its side into a red fire hydrant which rises slowly from the ground as it forms and becomes harder and more uniform. My apparently fictional relatives gaze at the fire hydrant quite oddly as if they know I am deliberately being obnoxious to them by manifesting a metaphorical erection so boldly (albeit with supposed witchcraft).

My wife and I fly around while holding each other close, though there are several annoying younger chubby males who seem to not like us being there and suspect us of being witches intent on destroying their town. We fly near a higher hill overlooking the town where there are other people entering a cave above a cliff. These people seem more intelligent and spiritual than the people below in the adjacent town but we do not converse with them.

A few of the other males in the resort area soon somehow develop the ability to fly. This annoys me because they are now a threat. My wife and I move apart and run about in the air, about ten feet from the ground, to distract them from going in just one direction. Soon, the palm of my right hand grows a mouth with sharp shark-like teeth and my arm stretches several times its normal length to become an octopus tentacle reaching all the way to the ground. Any male that flies near either of us is grabbed and either “eaten” or thrown down hard enough to disintegrate them.

I flip backwards in midair, my body arcing back as I hover above the town and I then mentally force a newly declared “truth” that no other person from this town will ever be able to fly. This works (in this particular dream) and I feel strongly that no one else will ever fly or be a threat at least when we are flying. “Let’s get away from this looney bin,” I say to my wife.

My wife and I again hold each other in flight and we converse about how timeless and ageless our love has been and even make subtle in-jokes about our years of romance and bizarre experiences with humanity and their typically strange and limiting beliefs. It dawns on me yet again that I knew of her existence just before I was born (and even longer before she was born).

In the back of my mind, I vaguely contemplate the earthquake that rattled our house in a sweeping wave a few hours before in real life. It seemed to move from the front room where I was, under my feet, continuing in a vibrating wave almost as if a large animal was moving underground northeast to southwest with moderate speed. I could actually feel the floorboards vibrating in sequence from the front to the back of the house as I heard it move through my oldest son’s room in the same way - my first real earthquake. I was not aware they occurred like this; that is, as if traveling from one area to another like a wave, as I had always thought the ground shook in the same place for a time as in movies.

Morning of February 13, 2015. Friday.



This was one of those impersonal and seemingly irrelevant dreams where I am only the disembodied watcher, although I am actually within the setting at times. It does seem inherently movie-like yet with the characters’ motivations seeming to have “real” repercussions. There is a marker, regarding my father’s death in 1979 on the day of February 14 and seeing him in the hospital on the 13th, but that is not related to my current waking life.

The setting reminds me a little of the first storey of the northern side of the house on Loomis Street, though as if rendered as a second floor of a larger building. There is an unknown man in a bed as if he has taken ill for a fairly long time. He has some sort of machine that projects holograms - possibly for entertainment or personal reflection - or merely to keep him company.

The first holograms are two (unknown) young girls that are projected into the room. I do not think they are fully “alive” or human-like in behavior but perhaps are some sort of programming based on his real daughters who are elsewhere. They are partially transparent and fully intangible. I think they are there to give him hope while his real daughters are in school. The girls are close in age but are apparently not twins.

Soon, there is a giant flea that makes an appearance, being bigger than a horse. It is not really a threat being only a hologram thus far and is also transparent and intangible. Oddly, it seems to represent an unborn son of the man’s or possibly only a symbolic presence for the son he never had. Over time, the man seems wary of this imaginary projected creature. Unlike the girls, it seems to be developing its own programming and unique intent.

After a time, the giant flea wants to be closer to the man in terms of family but the man mostly seems to become more fearful (perhaps he thinks the giant flea will eat him should it become “real”). Somehow, an event occurs which does not really follow the supposed previously established rules of the holograms. This involves a different machine which is not plugged in. The giant flea somehow uses a holographic front leg to plug in the other machine which apparently makes holograms into tangible and real beings - this seems “wrong” in conscious afterthought due to the holograms being intangible and supposedly unable to move objects. However, much to the man’s horror, the creature becomes solid and is now a “real” living presence. I do not feel threatened as a disembodied bystander yet also do not see or learn of the outcome. I do not think the giant flea wants to hurt the man regardless of the implied horror - I think he only wants to be the man’s proxy son, perhaps until the man has a real son in the theoretical future.

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This is one ridiculous precursory form of RAS mediation in sustained subliminal anticipation of a hypnopompic kick, about as silly as dreams get. It is probably one of the most sustained and nonsensical mediatory forms of RAS and anticipation of waking starts I have had in some time.

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Night of February 12, 2015. Thursday.



I am sitting on our bed at our present address on W Street. I have a couple brochures it seems, although one is of stiffer paper. At one point I am actually holding one piece of thin cardboard with three unrealistically vertically narrow photographs (though apparently not cropped) horizontally arranged and attached to it (possibly by double-sided tape). It is of family members including our youngest daughter playing with our youngest son but from a fair distance and not that focused on the subjects. Just as I start to consider (or vaguely question) where it came from, it sort of “pops” out of existence with a slight breeze leaving me somewhat surprised.

My perspective shifts into more of an internal awareness (though not fully disembodied, just in some sort of realm of analytical thought and solely closely-rendered imagery as is typical of some “reading” or “studying” dream types - though at this point I think I may still be technically in the same bed - possibly lying on my side with my head up a bit). I am looking at some sort of brochure that is possibly related to a daycare center, possibly in connection with the “Ninety-Nine Red Balloons” daycare center of many years back. There is a young mustached male (of about twenty-five) with a cluster of balloons. He is standing near a van but it is crudely illustrated (without much detail) as if by someone with minimal drawing or commercial art experience.

From here, I note one of the catchphrases which seems more related to a travel agency. It is something about the “milest of miles” (“Enjoy the milest of miles?”). This annoys me somewhat and I try to work out if I am reading it incorrectly. I also ponder “miliest of miles”. I end up becoming “stuck” in an in-dream fallacy; trying to work out which is more grammatically relevant in this particular case - “milest” or “miliest” (or both depending on the intent of the faux “messages” in the particular part of the brochure?) - of course neither of which are actual words - typical in-dream gibberish, something I have enjoyed noting and documenting since I was about six years of age, just for the pure ridiculousness and amusement of it.