non-lucid

Morning of December 17, 1972. Sunday.



A bear is wandering around in the area near our home in Cubitis. There are no clearer thoughts of my parents or addressing my concerns to them about the bear, as if I do not perceive them as being present (though this is not logical - though many of my childhood dreams were erroneously rendered as such, which may be a natural but vestigial dreaming element, as my parents never left me home alone in reality). I worry about it getting into our house (though this dream has no nightmarish element, only lesser trepidation). At times, it seems of a duller orange coloration, though I think it is a lighter brown (or meant to be) in most scenes. There is a concern which seems to last about a full day and night and there is what seems like at least one “reset”. Throughout this seeming passage of time, I am not aware of any other activities or events.

Finally, the bear finds her three cubs in our backyard (an event which seems to be taking place early in the morning) and the mood of my dream changes completely into a beautiful sense of peace and love as the bear then seems to radiate a sort of light or light rays like the sun (even though it logically seems as if she would have found them before unless they had recently just strayed into that area coming into the backyard from elsewhere). Two of the bear cubs are in the area between our house and our neighbors’ to the south. The third is closer to his mother on her right side.

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This dream combines two forms of waking symbolism, sunrise waking symbolism and coalescence waking symbolism.

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This dream is a wonderful example of rendering two contrasting ideas in the same scene. The mother bear of course represents my mother (especially as it is this dream’s preconscious factor). The cub directly to her right (in the foreground in my viewpoint of the scene) represents me. Farther to the right in this scene, another cub (in the pair of cubs closer to the neighbors’ yard) is also me, but with the third cub representing Lisa. The two of “us” in this pair farther from the mother bear relates to a real day-to-day activity, though the mother bear is still watching them. (This is really not that different from seeing two versions of someone in a dream, or in fact, seeing oneself in a dream as if invisible or incorporeal or seeing two or more versions of the same pet at the same time.) The bear also remains, in the final scene, in the area where my mother hung clothes in real life.

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“Seeing” my mother as a threatening figure from the viewpoint of my dream self (prior to resolving the association in the last act) is really not that unusual. However, there were a number of dreams where the animal symbolism was not resolved as such and seemed limited to biological factors, that is, being “warned” about a potential animal-related event as a biological safety mechanism rather than having an “interpretation”. (I am fairly certain that if a dog dreams about being pursued or attacked by a large animal that the meaning is literal and preparatory, not symbolic.)

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There was a precognitive thread in this dream as well. About a day after this dream, I had gotten, from my older sister Carol, a package containing a number of plastic model kits. One of them was “Black Bear and Cubs”. There were two cubs in the kit, and the bear was not golden, but the associations where very similar.

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Age 11. Morning of November 4, 1972. Saturday. About 8:00 a.m.

Dream #: 2,147-07. Reading time (optimized): 2 min.



My emerging consciousness and waking-life identity exist, but I am still dreaming, though I correctly recognize the location of my body as being in bed in my Cubitis home. It is morning.

An airplane flies over the area, its flight path and linear distance from the front of our house (though as high in the sky) correlating with my school bus route. (I am aware of this correlation as I dream, though it is Saturday. I had let go of my expectation of attending school.) I see the airplane’s underside as it flies from north to south.

A cage falls from the airplane, though moving slightly east as it falls so that it lands in our front yard about ten feet from my windows. (I vaguely consider it a gift from my dream girl, though possibly a mistaken delivery which replaced my gift with someone else’s). Inside the cage is the Warner Brothers cartoon character, the Tasmanian devil, though he is Pepto-Bismol pink. He seems about my height. He does not make any attempt to escape. I do not perceive him as a threat to me, despite his behavior (like exercising his mouth and waving his arms). I awake with a sense of amusement.

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“Something coming down” is a prevalent dream event as a result of vestibular cortex arousal during the waking process. Associations with flight occur throughout every sleep cycle as a result of my lack of physicality. This status also results in the rendering of a cage in this instance that represents my emerging awareness of how I cannot move my physical body as I sleep.

The Tasmanian devil, as the cortical arousal simulacrum, represents a visual association and expectation. I often woke around this time to watch “The Bugs Bunny Show.” There are influences from “Devil May Hare” and “Bedevilled Rabbit.” (In some cases, a tornado would represent the process, though it is important to note the Tasmanian devil cartoon character travels about in a miniature tornado.)

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On a personal spiritual level, I saw a Tasmanian devil at a zoo not long after I met Zsuzsanna (my dream girl). I had traveled to Australia by airplane. I only include this because of the correlations. For example, “When Worlds Collide” (1951) had aired the night before (November 3, 1972, though I had chosen to watch “The Valley of Gwangi” again as it was on at the same time). “When Worlds Collide” was the chief influence of my dream “The Pink Planet” from November 6, 1971. It had aired the night before in that case as well. In that dream, a Pepto-Bismol pink twin version of Earth was coming in view as I looked up to see Australia. In my “Wild Weasel” dream from 1969, a “real” Tasmanian devil (called a “weasel” as I did not know what real Tasmanian devils looked like at the time) traveled in a small tornado, and Brenda (validated stand-in for Zsuzsanna) and I hid from it as it remained beyond a frosted glass door (wall mediation).

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Morning of October 3, 1972. Tuesday.



My dream only involves one main scene over time. An unfamiliar and unknown man is somehow hanging, though horizontally oriented, from within a waterfall, protruding outward from above the waist. There seems to be no indication he is actually hanging onto anything (which at any rate would have to somehow be by his feet). His arms are forward and out as he remains somehow suspended in the waterfall face down, fairly close to where the waterfall begins at the top, as if he was perhaps somehow stuck in rocks from below the waist within the waterfall itself. I get the impression that the scene is being broadcast as a televised special news bulletin (a sparsely recurring situation mostly only in certain childhood dreams). The waterfall is fairly high but narrow. The scene is oriented to where I am seeing the waterfall primarily from the side (but not fully from the side, probably with a thirty degree horizontal rotation towards me), with the water flowing over to my right.

I seem to be incorporeal and hovering near the scene (and I do not feel threatened or concerned). There does not seem to be any backstory indicating how this situation may have happened. Something about the scene seems very puzzling and wrong (in the sense of its plausibility) but I cannot discern what it is. I keep watching the scene and there is no recall of directly waking.

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If this were my dream, and it is, I would know that water is autosymbolism for the absence of emotion and the essence of sleep and unconsciousness as evidenced by virtually countless commercial recordings that utilize the sound of water for relaxation and sleep inducement, not to mention that water induction is my most common form of dream state initiation, having occurred at least once per normal sleeping period for over fifty years. I would understand that autosymbolism would likely be rendering the thought, “I think I would like to remain in sleep longer”, thus sustaining it as a man being halfway within a waterfall when circadian rhythms dictate the waking transition and despite the dominant variant of otherwise very common water lowering waking symbolism.

I would also realize that I am subliminally attempting to control vestibular system ambiguity (which naturally occurs in REM sleep) by “holding” the illusory avatar in one position within water (sleep) to block the otherwise natural falling sensation or waking start.

I might question the intelligence or motive of someone who cannot understand the indispensable distinction between subliminal threads of the conscious self identity focusing on and attempting to hold onto, prolong, or vivify the dream state and the incomplete evanescent dream self attempting to recall or discern waking life.

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Night of August 27, 1972. Sunday.



I had been sleeping (in my dream) in my bedroom in Cubitis, with my bed along the west wall (as it is in reality). I hear a noise outside, possibly from near the entrance to our carport. I look out and see a large moose in our front yard, more to the north and facing south and not that far from the front of our house. There is a vivid awareness of it. Even though it is late at night and dark, I am still aware of its form, though it mostly appears in silhouette. It seems to be chewing on Spanish moss or possibly has a “beard” of Spanish moss. I do not see it as any sort of threat. Even though I find it curious, I eventually “go back to sleep” without waking from my dream.

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Rather than pretending that the moose in this dream is some sort of “omen” or “symbol” (though most people probably know what I think of the nonsensical superstitious type of dream “interpretation” by now), I know it was mainly influenced by the cover of “Peter’s Moose” (by Hughie Call, originally published in 1961), a book I had read again prior to this dream. It was usually on my bookshelf near a copy of “George Washington’s Breakfast”. My best friend Toby also had these two children’s books in the tiny bedroom of his family’s mobile home west of Highway Seventeen. As the emergent consciousness factor, it directly relates to the awareness of reading a book and the critical thinking skills of which do not viably exist in the non-lucid dream state.

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Night of July 29, 1972 to morning of July 30, 1972. Saturday night to Sunday morning (my dream had at least two “resets” and recurrences).



Finding things or validating unfamiliar scenes directly after dreaming specifically of them (typical precognitive and remote viewing hybrid) and with additional meaningful synchronicity:

Additional notes: While doing more research on my important clarifications and revisions (due to it being one of thousands of records that for me validate remote viewing and precognition hybrids - the main governing purpose of dreams), I discovered an additional oddity. This dream was obviously, in part, influenced by “War of the Worlds” (1953), seen earlier this day (July 29), as well as part of the “Miss Universe Beauty Pageant” prior to sleeping. What I found was that “War of the Worlds” originally premiered on July 29, 1953 in Atlantic City, New Jersey. However, my seeming placement in New Jersey at one point in my dream may actually be due to my association with Spooky the Tuff Little Ghost’s supposed “New Joisey” accent, and the television station likely showing it on this date purposely as an anniversary tribute (otherwise the odds are 1 in 365 by chance alone). Even so, it does imply synchronicity for me, albeit, in a more subtle way.

The Pink Machine Gun:

In my dream as a boy (age eleven, and during summer break), I had a toy machine gun that I was somehow able to defend myself with against invading hostile aliens (even though it did not fire “real” ammunition in-dream - it just made that clacking sound) - though the events sometimes seemed to be in the early 1950s (I do note 1953 on one billboard) as if out of a movie - and at times, perceived from a secondary perspective (for example, I watch myself look over a precipice at one point, viewing this from a lower perspective). At one point, the aliens seem to be “invading” a beauty pageant, yet remain mostly unseen. They are more human in appearance than the ones from “War of the Worlds”.

The toy machine gun had that pinkish Pepto-Bismol color like certain other features that were in my dreams at times (often the result of a mild stomachache during sleep), but eventually was a darker green. That (having a toy gun or even a real one and fighting the “enemy”) is probably a fairly common dream theme for a boy (or for that matter, anyone). However, my dream introduced a certain special feeling, an overwhelming curiosity about the real world relative to a certain location and the realization there were areas close-by I had not fully explored. I was also walking through a large round culvert as if going between towns or safer locations (though the one near our house in reality, you could only crawl through with difficulty).

I suppose aliens actually represent everyman from my view - or “normal” people and mainstream consensus. Because of my continuous so-called unusual and unexplainable experiences over every day of my life, even more so due to their continuous additional validations (thus discounting the typical “imagination” or “coincidence” cop outs), it makes sense that I see a greater part of the human race as “alien”.

In real life, solely due to my dream, I was compelled by the dream “residue” to explore our culvert in Cubitis. I had never been down to and certainly not inside the one in the front area of our house but I decided to try it. In the very middle (and I had to crawl in - my mother warned me later not to go in there again due to possible pesticide runoff) and found a section of a toy machine gun; the handle and some other parts that looked fairly old and a larger spring, the remains of which had the “presence” of what I had actually felt in my dream. I kept it for a few weeks out of curiosity but eventually threw it out. How it got in there, especially that far, I have no idea, probably a boy that had lived in the area years prior - an engraved date on one piece was 1953. The concrete block house itself was fairly new, newer than the culvert and highway.

Morning of July 8, 1972. Saturday.

Dream #: 2,028-02 and 2,028-03. Reading time: 2 min 16 sec.



I seem to be in Arcadia, but before my dream fades, I may have been in Chicago. (At one point, a fictional “Long Pond, Chicago” is discerned as if Chicago was a state). (The setting seems bilocated with the Cubitis house’s living room, though the ceiling would be too low to resolve as such in reality.) It is part of a big clothing store in an area where many other shops line the street. Inside the main building, which seems to be a part of Walgreens, but with glass counters like ones in a jewelry store in most parts of the huge room, is a “model” (but still about twelve feet high or more) ziggurat near the center of the room. This ziggurat almost reaches the very high ceiling and seems made of lead and iron. It is mostly black, with horizontal darker gray and red parts, with sparse truncated silvery ledges, though more like a square pyramid with steps (of about fifty-five degrees) on all four sides. (I later see the view from above as my dream fades.)

A presumably deceased male of about thirty, in a black business suit, is in a casket-like structure directly connected to the inner area of the top of the undersized “ziggurat.” There seems to be a reason for this regarding the man being a manager of the stores (in being “at the top” as associated with having authority). In the last scene, I am looking down at the top of the ziggurat from above and seeing myself ascending the stairs as if my perception is floating within an incorporeal form. There is uncertainty in climbing to the top but no fear. (Coincidentally, Walgreens was, according to one source, founded in Chicago in 1901, the year my father was born, though we had never lived in Chicago. I had no idea who the man was. The idea of “revival” comes to mind, but I cannot decide if it is relating to music or bringing the businessman back to life.)

In another dream later in the morning, there is something about confusion over the name Irving and the act of carving. It sets off a “game-like” song about Washington Irving (the writer) and George Washington Carver (the scientist). Vaguely, I am trying to force myself to remember what the fictional act of “irving something” (such as wood or stone) means. It may be a type of carving, but with thinner layers, I reason.

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Additional notes (added in April 2014): “Concert 10 was a rock concert at Pocono International Raceway in Long Pond, Pennsylvania on July 8 and 9 of 1972. The event attracted an estimated 200,000 people who were met with cold inclement weather, replete with rain and mud. The general atmosphere of the concert was compared to the Woodstock Festival of 1969. Concert 10 represented a successful revival of the American summer rock festival after the repeated failure of U.S. festivals during the previous two years.”

“Concert production was handled by Concert 10, Inc. First time concert producers Irving Reiss, vice president of the Candygram Company…”

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My dream self climbing the steps indicates a subliminal effort to return to consciousness. The corpse at the top of the structure is a distorted perception of my sleeping body (a dream sign of the first level). See my series, “Staircase Autosymbolism and Dream State Mediation” for important revelatory notes on dreams of this nature.

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Morning of June 17, 1972. Saturday.



In my dream, which is fairly long but with no real plot, I am somehow in control of a dune buggy (or “dune buster”) that is a full-size version of the Sand Crab model I had gotten as a gift months before. I am mostly disembodied yet somehow still the “driver” of the vehicle, usually “flying” or floating to the left of the dune buggy from at least five feet away, sometimes more. It seems to be early afternoon for the most part. The setting does not seem to be a beach, but rather a large desert-like region (though still with the sense that the ocean may be around at some point even though I contemplate the Sahara Desert in the back of my mind). There are no people around at any point.

A desert in this case, as associated with a beach, seems to represent the liminal state between sleeping and waking, that is, the ocean (of the unconscious) and the day to day waking reality. This “beach” is much larger than a typical beach. My dream did seem long and with many partial awakenings. Sand dunes have appeared in a number of my dreams and seem to represent the changes of the dream state itself, as well as sand also being associated with coalescence.

Morning of April 10, 1972. Sunday.



This is another childhood dream (age eleven) I have researched anew and was able to validate more information on that I had not recorded everything on originally, something that always pleases me.

A secret device from either aliens or quite possibly a government (more likely a foreign government in this case, though) is disguised as a basketball which can fly around and take photos and survey (or spy on) an area when needed (at my high school in Arcadia - which I had not yet taken any grade nine to twelve classes in in real life, though I was familiar with the area). I am aware of it hovering near the bleachers “watching” people and it looks like an eye at times. It even “blinks” like an eye with some sort of protective visor being the “eyelid”. No one seems to notice this flying device, which sometimes hovers over a group of people. It is rather an eerie scene, but there does not seem a direct threat and my dream-self does not seem integrated with most of the scenes. There did seem to be a vague “reset” later on (seemingly in a different dream) where someone got to it, thinking it was the basketball in play, and bolts of lightning shocked the player, though I am not sure if fatally.

It seems this dream was either influenced by, or precognitive of, a Super Goof comic book I had (or came to have) during this time period. I cannot say which, as I did not always document fairly detailed precognition (of the type that is too complex or layered to occur as a result of the “cop out” of pretending it is coincidence) due to it happening too often to bother to keep track of (even a few times a day), though more-so with Harvey comics (rather than Disney-related), which got to be frustrating over time, as this happened with dreams I thought to be unique and write a story about, only to find it was already done in much of the same detail, even a short time previously. The cover date is apparently May 1, 1972 according to one source (I do not think I have a copy of this particular comic book anymore) though the cover date means nothing as comic books usually came out several months prior to any cover date (or at least used to). In this particular case, it does feel as if the comic was already known and had influenced my dream, but again, this is not certain.

Morning of April 1, 1972. Saturday.

Dream #: 1,930-01. Optimized 1 minute 30 second read.



I am on my own, walking through downtown Arcadia, Florida, in the late morning.

Eventually, protoconsciousness (secondary consciousness that emerges at a specific point between dreaming and waking) personifies on my right (north of where I am standing).

It manifests as an old lady carrying groceries in brown paper grocery sacks. We are standing near the curb. (Even though I was eleven years old in real life when I had this dream, she was about a foot shorter than me.) She is wearing a headscarf similar to my mother’s and is cheerful and friendly towards me at first.

I think she needs help crossing the street (even though I see no traffic) and carrying her groceries. I take a paper sack filled with her groceries and hold it in my left arm.

When I pull on her left arm with my right hand, I suddenly seem to be holding a small tree branch, so I become puzzled. I think I grabbed her wooden cane by mistake. However, it turns out to be her left arm that resembles that of a stick insect. (There is no blood or gore.) She is now an anthropomorphic stick insect with the head of an old lady. She raises her right fist and yells at me.

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Dream content meanings:

Main Category: REM Atonia (Physical Immobility While Sleeping) Influence on Dream Narratives and Outcomes.

My dream’s outcome: The woman’s arm coming off confirms my lack of physical mobility while sleeping. (This event is a protoconsciousness mechanism serving as a wakefulness catalyst.) This type of dream (lack of arm mobility) is usually the second to occur near a sleep cycle’s beginning. (Here, I had been awake for a time before going back to sleep on a Saturday morning.) The first is losing leg mobility (walking, losing my footing, and rapidly sliding on my heels while falling with corresponding myoclonus).

My expectation of crossing the street: Anticipation of leaving the dream state to achieve wakefulness.

There is influence from the “helping a little old lady cross the street” trope from television and comic strips.

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“Similarly, he (Herbert Silberer) has shown that the conclusions of some dreams or some divisions in their content merely signify the dreamer’s own perception of his sleeping and waking.”

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Morning of February 4, 1972. Friday. (Original version, fully explained.)



Message: “Let the sunshine in” / “Wake up and enjoy the day and don’t dawdle in the dream state even if you can fly while sleeping”

My dream starts out with a partial focus on last Sunday’s total lunar eclipse of January 30, 1972. I am firstly outside in the front yard in Cubitis, but as my dream ends, it seems like I teleport into the southwest bedroom. (I am also not as aware of my physical body as in other dreams.)

Prior to my dream’s sudden outdoors to indoors scene shift, the moon, which is in the northwest area of the sky (the same location the sun was in my dream “The Day There Was No Sun”), becomes sort of dark. I am not sure if there is going to be another eclipse or not. Eventually, the moon somehow seems to become a giant crow or blackbird.

This giant crow crashes through our roof, directly into our large sliding-door closet in the southwest bedroom (where my school clothes are kept in real life). The giant crow has somewhat of a cartoon-like appearance. He seems to have an expression of puzzlement and frustration and I get the vague impression he is now “too fat to fly” as relating to the “moon being full”. He fills our entire closet with his bulky body, which is several times the area and volume of our hall closet. I am aware that this event means “when the moon is in the seventh house”, seemingly meant to mean that our house is the seventh from an implied starting point, though I am also aware it is the first line from the song “Age of Aquarius” (which ends with “let the sunshine in” continuously repeating).

The moon represents the dream state (as well as circadian rhythms in relationship to night and sleeping) and the link to the unconscious self. It flies but “falls” and becomes a part of my day to day waking reality by reminding me I have to get up and go to the closet to get dressed for school.

The “silly” giant crow is a projection of my dream self as simultaneously both an upsized and downgraded flight symbol (flight being the dream itself, the fall being the natural waking mechanism), cartoon-like to represent the "unreal” nature of some dream types and giant because of trying to focus more on my dream, frustrated and puzzled because my dream is over (waking transition).

Night of February 1, 1972. Tuesday. (This was possibly after midnight into February 2, though one of the first of nine longer heavily documented dreams.)



In my dream (age eleven), I am somehow aware that my home in Cubitis is, for whatever reason, “the source of the Nile” (which of course makes no sense at all in any context). (It seems probable that our water pump is somehow partly responsible though it is in a slightly different location in reality relative to its place in our front yard). My house is more isolated than in real life and possibly located in a different place farther south, though still in Florida, apparently. I am not aware of our next-door real-life neighbors at any point (or the orange grove on the north side) and in fact, seem to be the only human presence in-dream for the most part. Somehow, the part of the Nile River that we live near (or which is coming out from near our water pump) is only eventually like a stream about six feet wide at the most. The main scenes seem to relate to being outside and watching the water flow, albeit, somewhat unrealistically. In fact, the water seems to be bubbling at times as if it is boiling. However, it is not actually boiling but just displaying an apparently normal feature of the Nile River. I am not aware of any potential danger (such as crocodiles). Not much happens other than looking at the river’s surface and sometimes hearing the low-volume bubbling sound. (Another unrealistic aspect is that the water seems to sometimes mainly flow towards the banks rather than forward with the supposed current.)

This dream seems to be at least partially linked to the “prototype” (first version) of my “Deer Monkey” dream element, so as such, I have decidedly placed the online “Deer Monkey” entry with this set and moved the date heading to this one, as it mostly is the same in description. The only real differences are that the “deer monkey” seemingly lives near a trailer park rather than near the (faux) “Nile River” as in the version from this set and in the later version seems to perhaps be the only one left in existence (“deer monkey” as mentioned in my other entry as being wrongfully titled in my childhood dream journal - even though that was technically the name my dream presented - as I had not yet caught on for whatever reason of how two-word terms were properly used - as it was an unusual type of deer rather than a monkey so technically should have been called “monkey deer”. Up until the early 1980s, I still had a cassette with the sound I tried to vocally mimic from my dream, which sounded a bit like a peacock - and perhaps was influenced as such).

Newly researched and updated June 29, 2015. I am still intrigued by how dreams typically get as many things wrong as possible (even regarding something as simple as how water should be - although certain dream types are far more “realistic” concerning physics) other than in validated remote-viewing and precognitive events (though which also sometimes join as otherwise unrelated composite events).

Morning of January 8, 1972. Saturday. (First version.)



I am in some sort of “hidden” valley in an unknown region, perhaps even implied to be on another planet (though dreaming of being on other planets is quite rare for me). It may also be an “undiscovered” part of Florida. The lush valley seems to have its own special type of animals, many of them unusual and “giant” species of lizards. At one point, I am floating over the scene. I seem to be the only human presence around, disembodied at times. I do not seem to be in danger at any point.

One of the giant lizards seems to have some of the characteristics of the Cheshire Cat from the Disney version of “Alice in Wonderland” (from 1951), including the bluish and purple stripes around its tail and body (and perhaps even the ability to vanish with the “grin” remaining). I do have an association with the idea of a “Cheshire lizard”. The lizards do not seem threatening at any point. They are not really that much like genuine dinosaurs and not really like the popular imagery of dragons either (even though one title considered was “Valley of the Dragons” - though that was an actual movie from 1961).

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It is possible that this dream was inspired somewhat by movies like “Journey to the Center of the Earth” (from 1959) where real live lizards were made up to look like “dinosaurs”.

Morning of January 2, 1972. Sunday.



I am apparently a member of a group of detectives. I seem much older and I do not seem implied to be my conscious self. I am riding in the front seat on the right and I am not the driver. The driver is an unknown male with a celebrity essence, though unfamiliar. We are in what may be a police car, but from the 1920s or 1930s.

We are supposed to prevent a biplane from taking off from the runway of a small airport. Soon, it is headed right for us. Oddly, we are also copied into a scene in front of us at somewhat of a distance. That is, we are watching “our” car on the runway ahead, with another us (yet somehow still us). I am thinking “we” might be struck by the biplane if we keep going but it is not that fearful. (The sense of anticipation is not that vivid.) The biplane lifts from the runway a few times, but only just a little, and is back down.

Eventually stopping, and the other us no longer present, it turns out that the biplane is only a painted mural (or perhaps a low-set billboard) so it was never really a threat. We get out of the car. The biplane is now facing the left side of the car and it seems we may be on a normal city street. I feel like saying something but I do not.

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Night of January 1, 1972. Saturday.



This dream was the rather unfortunate result of having seen some of “The Mole People” (from 1956) and “Bikini Beach” (from 1964) on our black-and-white television in Cubitis on the same day (though I only saw about the last half of “The Mole People” as I got up too late - about eight o'clock - to see it from the beginning - though my mother had watched it from the beginning yet did not think much of it except for mild amusement, I thought). In my dream, Annette Funicello is in the main role of the fictional in-dream version of “The Mole People” and apparently her boyfriend is one of the mole people though looks fairly normal, and there is a scene where the slightly more human-like heads (than the creatures in the actual movie) are sort of moving side to side with their bodies otherwise buried in the sand at the mostly featureless beach. There is something somewhat ambiguous about the scene in that it seems more like a foreign desert at one point than an American beach, though it does not seem to be horror; only some sort of low-key drama. I only remember about three distorted fictional scenes, which is typical of such movie-influenced composite jumbles. What a way to start the new year (1972), as my mother used to say.

Night of November 19, 1971. Friday.

Dream #: 1,796-02. Reading time: 1 min 40 sec.



While in the Cubitis house’s living room, I hear on my mother’s radio (her pale green one that was sometimes atop our refrigerator) about a twister approaching from the west. I am concerned that Brenda does not know about it. I plan to go to her house to get her so that we can escape from it. (I do not see or consult my parents even though I am only ten years old, though this was typical in my childhood dreams.)

As with the majority of my dreams, features are incorrect without my dream self’s realization that they are. In this case, Brenda’s house is incorrectly east of my house (where the cow pasture is in real life) rather than north of it. Also, Arcadia is east of my home rather than south.

As the tornado is approaching, I go into Brenda’s house without knocking and say hello to her. (Neither her parents nor brothers are present.) We are suddenly in her kitchen. She looks annoyed with me and moves around a table to avoid me. I convince her of the danger, and she happily comes with me. We manage to avoid the tornado. It is seemingly a result of running in specific directions and being in particular places for a time, even though we seem to backtrack at times.

In the last scene, we are sitting at a big water fountain in an unknown city that seems to be a newly built resort. (The twister had supposedly destroyed it, but it was somehow quickly rebuilt while we were traveling. The tornado was there before us even though we were running from the opposite direction).

We eat sandwiches that had been in transparent sandwich bags (that it seems we were carrying even though this backstory did not have a foundation) and smile happily in the knowledge the worst is over. I have a vague sense we may be near Disney World. (It would be in a different location in reality as it seems we are not that far east of my house.)

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My dream coincided with the opening of Disney’s Fort Wilderness Resort and Campground in Orlando, Florida. I might have heard about it, so I am uncertain if it was a precognitive factor.

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The fountain and surrounding area now make me think of one of the first public places I went with my wife Zsuzsanna in Brisbane in 1994. It was like in my dream and with the same cheerful essence when I was with Zsuzsanna.

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