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In this dream I'm walking in the woods. There's someone else walking with me, but I do not recognize them and their face is pretty blurry. We are walking in the middle of the wilderness amongst a bunch of pine trees. There are those big metal high voltage powerlines running through the woods. We are walking along the large path carved through for the powerlines. It looks like a storm is coming cause there are big gusts of heavy wind and the sky is very gray. We walk to a point where the powerlines consolidate down into small hoops on short poles. The hoops keep them together in a ring. (I've seen something like this IRL.) The gusts of wind keep getting stronger and stronger. As we continue walking faster, the trees in the forest all become dead. It's just a bunch of black dead tall pine trees. We hear some loud cracking and see some of the dead pines falling over onto the powerlines. When they collide, there's huge sparks and a bang. We don't get hurt, but the air becomes filled with these little black floating flakes of tree ash. The ash is very thick and the pieces are hard and flaky, unlike campfire ash which is much thinner than paper. We start running away fast cause we don't want to get all those flakes in our lungs.

Eventually, we make it to a large marble building in the middle of the woods. There's nothing else around. It's like a small skyscraper in size. It has fake columns carved into the walls in some places, but is mostly just a flat shinny slab of marble. Those powerlines go right into the side of the building. It's clear they were hooped so that they could enter the building through a small metal panel on the wall. Me and the friend I'm walking with start trying to find a way into the building. We don't walk far before we see a huge square hole in the wall going right into the building. It's like a huge garage door in size, but there is clearly no door. We walk into the building and find ourselves in a massive atrium. It's not super fancy, but there's marble everywhere and large columns. The floor is super dusty and covered with junk. It looks very spartan inside aside from the junk on the floor. We can still walk around cause it's not enough to fully cover the floor. There's no sign of life in the building. Everything is dark and dead. It looks like no one had been there in years. We walk around a corner into the front part of the building where there is something like a lobby. Here, we finally see an amber light shinning around a corner. There's a live woman in there standing at a desk like a statue. It looks really creepy cause it's clear the place is abandoned. Me and my friend try to get her attention, but nothing happens. We get freaked out and start running around the building aimlessly. It's just a bunch of huge empty marble rooms with junk on the floor. There's really nothing in there. We calm down and realize there's nothing bad in there; it's just that creepy women at the desk.

Flash to a new scene: I'm in an old large house made of wood (not a mansion). I'm walking around an old renovated attic. I can tell because the ceilings are angled downwards from the roof. It's a large attic than has been segmented into rooms. There's blue fluffy carpet on the floor that's completely covered in dust and spiderwebs. I keep running around and turning off a bunch of light switches everywhere for these tiny independent lights.

I wake up. The end.

Morning of November 9, 2019. Saturday.

Dream #: 19,318-01. Reading time: 45 sec.



Bushfires are coming closer to our home, though my dream self does not attain the correct recall of where we live in reality. The location at times resembles a 3rd Street area of La Crosse (rather than anywhere in Australia). I walk through an unfamiliar alley where there are cylindrical metal garbage cans instead of the modern plastic wheelie bins.

There are areas where I see only gray ash and smoke. For some reason, dump trucks are carrying big loads of ashes from different locations. (I see this instead of any firefighting.) I am not in danger at any point, but Coelophysis appear at times, running in random directions. The fire is so extensive that it is burning areas never seen by humans. It is from where these dinosaurs are coming (nonsensical dream “logic,” though it is similar to other dreams where deeper in a forest meant longer ago in history).

A panda climbs out of the reach of one small fire. Lassie and his owner (a young boy) are looking around for people to help. A fishing boat is sitting in the mud, as the water had lowered.

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>I dreamed I was in my grandfather's kitchen and someone's ashes (note my grandma's body was cremated but I don't think the ashes were hers as I've seen her in dreams post-death) were in a container above a humidifier. A ceremony was about to take place, the ashes were in a container which had a trap door bottom. It took place, the trap door activated and the ashes put into water in a humidifier.

Why, if there's a reason?

Later, I dreamed of being in a building and in a doorway I asked (as if I were on Skype, since I couldn't see his face) "Is this Chris Ballew?" (Musician) and he answered "Yes". Chris is bald, and a few other people were there including one other man a bit older than Chris and this other man is also bald, but who was wearing glasses and had a beard and also had hair on the sides all unlike Chris. Somehow at this point I decided to feel a bald head so I put my hand on this second man's head but I also felt his hair and he said something noting that.

Morning of May 11, 2013. Saturday.



This was an odd but very vivid dream (semi-lucid, becoming fully lucid). It may have resulted from a new type of meditation with affirmations I have been trying for the first time (which always brings unexpected new dreams that are sometimes far from actual intent in meditation the first time around). It goes along the lines of mentally saying “One point one, I am dreaming…”, “this (situation, feeling, or imagery) is in my dream”, “Two point one, I am dreaming…”, and so on, up to “One hundred point one…I am dreaming…” assuming I get that far before entering my dream state. I use “point one” because if I decide to continue with “programs” in this same way, I will have to continue with “point two” and so on, so as not to confuse different desired dream elements and sequences at a later date.

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In my dream, I am in a typical combined building of two bigger places we lived several years ago; the house at Barolin Street in this town, and Stadcor Street in Brisbane. I get out of bed, thinking I am in my dream, and I am, but I soon decide it is too “real” to be a dream, even though it is a fictional composite building I am in. I sometimes wonder how other people can dream of real and undistorted locations, when Zsuzsanna and I often dream of composite locations (two or more) as even when we know the place, there are usually additional rooms or elements from other locations (past, present, and future). Over the past twenty years it often has also been two or more countries (or cities or states) in the same place. This seems normal to me, as dreams are often a “unification” event.

I soon become aware that our youngest son has somehow been duplicated as some sort of random half-formed tulpa, getting energies from an unknown source, perhaps my residual layered hypnagogic constructs set up earlier. He is apparently a vampire. (However, his teeth mostly come out more like that of a rattlesnake than a typical movie vampire). I hold onto him so he does not get away and cause trouble or fool other people, as he is wearing the same clothes as our real son and is becoming less transparent as I hold him. The rest of my family comes in (including our real youngest son) and my wife is amazed, though somewhat wary.

We have to get rid of him and it does not matter how, as he is only an imaginary form and is even annoying to the real version of our son. Eventually, though I am not sure how, he turns into ash (sunlight or fresh air coming in?) which blows away before any threatening drama unfolds. (However, there is no actual fear at any point in my dream. In fact, there is an overall essence of beauty and peace).

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In real life this same morning, Zsuzsanna had told me (after I mentioned my dream) that she was presently reading a book from the library, that I did not know about, in which a vampire has the name of our son as in my dream, which is Oliver, an unlikely name for a vampire (in my opinion).

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8:05 am

I saw an old man with a long beard teaching something.

I am playing a first-person game/movie. Someone was following me in that scene. I parkoured my way up a building, so I can catch the person. I also grabbed a hidden bow and some arrows with various effects: fire, poison, and acid. This game replayed a few times before. The person following me is an ally, so I don't want to hurt him. I just used a plain arrow to shoot the floor in front of him as he walks in, and ask him what his business was. The name "Gale."

We were fighting vampires. We were stuck in some sort of house or castle. I knew that a metal with a shape like a cross defeated them, but I can't find it. I kept looking around the place, and tried a few that looked like a cross, but not enough to be one. The vampires weren't affected. One was a spatula, I think. They're more like zombies, hanging outside the house/castle, trying to get in. If I shout "toad" or another animal (hound?), the vampires will flee. But like in any game, it has to be difficult. I see around four words in front of my 'screen' and they change rapidly. I accidentally chose 'tood' so it didn't work. I kept looking for the weapon.

An illusionist ally was trying to scare the vampires away. She uses a technique instead to summon toads. She uses an enchantment to transform the written word into toads (illusions?) to chase away the vampires. She burned the paper with the words into ashes, then enchanted the ashes so they transform into toads. Then I found the scissors! Shaped like a cross, perfect! Some of the vampires were already inside, and for some reason we called their 'parents' to tell them we have them. It sounded like they were our hostages. But we have to hurry, because they'll be here soon. I stabbed some vampires who were inside with the scissors, and they looked shocked and started running out. I chased them a bit, then returned. The ally who was 'chasing' me earlier was there, and he helped get everyone out of the area.

I was in a different area. There's a horse. A woman arrives riding the horse. She brought the werewolf guy's pet dog (looks like a smaller version of 'Lucky,' RS's pet dog). He carried him and ran really fast to bring him home. Then he ran really fast back. The woman was surprised. She thought that he'll bring him home using the carriage.

I saw them cross a stone bridge. There are a lot of trash on that bridge. People are cleaning it. It seems that it's their area. The place is used as a 'school' and when the school is out, the area is used by those homeless people to sleep or do business in (selling stuff). All proceeds go to tax, but at least they get to use the area for free when school's out.

(Note: My dad is alive and in good health IRL. I have no idea why I would dream that he was dead.)

Last night, I had a dream that my mom and I went to the cemetery where my dad was. Well, it wasn't really a cemetery, it was more of a futuristic-looking room with the walls lined with freezers filled with containers holding the ashes of dead people. Anyway, we came in, and we were greeted by a strange man with three black-and-white cats. He starts explaining to us how he decides where everyone goes, who goes next to who (something to do with English and French people, that's all I remember), etc. There really wasn't much organization to his system.

I get bored of listening to his explanation and decide to go find my dad myself. I end up finding the pieces of some board game and tell my mom. She helped me put the pieces back in the box, which happened to be next to the container that supposedly held my dad's ashes.

Suddenly, my dad was there in the room with us. He said something about not knowing what's going on. I asked him what happened. He told me that, before he "died", he had concluded that he wasn't in Australia and, therefore, must have been on some alien planet. I don't remember if he told us any more about that.

I started to think he might still be alive (as well as also getting the suspicion that he was just acting and this was all staged or something). I checked his pulse and exclaimed, "They're buried you alive!" Then, I woke up.

Nonna was showing me something in her bathroom. There were 3 jars filled with ashes. She told me they were her relatives, and that they all had a lot of problems when they were alive. She showed me a video. One guy had to wear a black mask because he had something wrong with his face. She gave it to me and for some reason I put it on. I took it off and we were in some kind of jail cell. There was a huge bed in the center, but the cell was small. Nonna told me she had to go out and she'd be back later. At first I was ok alone, but then I started to panic. I called out to her, but someone a few cells down told me to shut it. She came back and was really mad at me for yelling. I decided to make it up to her by painting the place. I met up with my brother nick and began painting the stairs outside the cell. We painted it with every color we had, from red to green to blue. It looked really bad. Then the stairs transformed back to the original white color.

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s I was sitting outside on the porch with my mother. The sky was a beautiful solid blue without a cloud in the sky - it was a great day. Looking up to the sky, I saw what looked like a star getting closer and closer. I dismissed it as an airplane at first, until maybe hundreds of these little twinkling stars appeared in the sky. My mother and I both looked to the sky in wonder. When they began shooting across the sky, we realized that it was a meteor shower!

Some of them were getting really far into our atmosphere before burning up. We could actually see the flames arising from them. Those brave stars looked like orange fireworks. There was one star in particular though, it was coming towards us very slowly...and it wasn't burning up. As it neared us, the star turned black and round. It looked like a solar eclipse in the sky. Mom told us (I apparently had a friend over) to go seek shelter in the basement.

My friend and I did so, and by the time we were safe, the ground shook and rumbled. The meteor had crashed into the Earth. We came back upstairs.

We were now on the school grounds, and the meteor shower was growing with intensity. There was a HUGE 'meteor' in the sky, it looked like a solar eclipse from hell. It took up about 1/4 of the sky and just hung there ominously.

We were all told to take shelter in the school cafeteria. They split us up by last name. I wanted to sit by someone where I could just wrap my arms around and hug them, because I was pretty scared. A guard didn't allow me to sit by anyone I knew. I was sad.

Within the last moments we had, before the gravity of Earth pulled the giant meteor towards us, the officials alerted us of our possible fates. Sitting in the cold dark, we were told that the chances of our survival were minimal, and even if we did survive we would most likely be blinded. The officials weren't able to finish their sentences before we heard loud crashes and bangs. The meteor was coming towards us.

I awoke sometime later. I was covered in ashes. The roof of the cafeteria had fallen in, dead bodies surrounded me in the dusty dark air. I was alone...Everything, even the corpses, were covered in a thick layer of gray ash.

I waded through the piles of ash, which sometimes amounted to over 2 feet in depth, and climbed into the remains of the other room where the other half of the student populace was. It was dark in that room too. If there was any light, it was dimmed instantly by the amount of ash that hung in the air.

I found someone I knew. He was laying down. His eyes were closed, but they were moving. He was dreaming.

"Wake up, the end is over," I whispered in his ear. His eyes opened, and he smiled.

"I'm going to get out of here," I said quietly, "Do you want to come with me?"

"No, thanks." He said. He stretched for a moment then looked around, feeling the same creepy vibes as I did.

I walked to the end of the room before finding a door. I pushed it open and piles of black ash fell out of it. Knowing it was the only way out, I pushed through the ash. We were now underground. There was at least 20 feet of ash piled up on top of the school.

When I finally got out of the pit of ash, I found that the world was beautiful. It had renewed itself. A stream of black ash was flowing through a valley of painted cliffs. There was a man in the river, he told me to come with him. Who was he and where was he going?

The current in the river was rough, but I followed him until he disappeared. On the river banks, there were piles of trash, such as forks, clothes, etc. I took what was useful to me and went back to our colony.

When I returned, more people were awake. I showed them what I had found, but they rejected it. They said that they didn't want to leave the confines of the cafeteria. They said it wasn't safe. I wished that they had come with me, because it was beautiful.

Morning of September 13, 1976. Monday.



I go out to the backyard in my dream and to the area we have regular bonfires and find that my bearded bantam Belgian (a breed of chicken) has gotten loose. I pick her up and she is very tiny. However, I understand that she is a “Hungarian quail” (my father for some inexplicable reason had began calling it Hungarian instead of Belgian with no cue form me) named Gabrielle (instead of Abigail). This was one of thousands of precognitive facets related to my future marriage and life; my wife being from a Hungarian Romani tribe and whose middle name is Gabrielle. My dream was on my wife’s birthday so this is even more validation.

This idea is likely at least partly related to the (archetypical if one cannot accept the reality of precognition) “wife as phoenix” theme (recurring and related to my other life-long dreams). The hint is that I found her in the ashes of the bonfire area and she somewhat resembles some images of the mythical phoenix which I had seen in reality. Abigail also had black “ashy” feathers on her back in real life. This was the day I returned to high school (tenth grade) after my operation, but I did not go to any classes or seek information (and just sat around in the open lunch area).