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1. One of my friends and I escape from some oppressive desert country and use a vacation house in Colorado as our hide-out. For some reason, I have an abundance of superhero T-shirts.

2. Singing "Bohemian Rhapsody" with a bunch of other guys. I do the lead character's lines, and seem to be the only person out of the bunch capable of hitting the high notes.

3. Something about playing with a rocket launcher.

4. Something about ugly necklaces.

5. I'm stuck at someone's residence with some snobbish former classmates and a handful of little kids. One of them criticizes the way I was eating a popsicle, and others join in on verbally harassing me. I run to find a room that I can lock from the inside so I can be alone, but they keep chasing me. Even when I've managed to lock a door or find a really good hiding spot (even when I'm hiding in my own house), they always get in and start dancing on my head, all while claiming that I'm in the wrong for hiding from them in the first place.

Then there was something about the estimated value of some herb and going to an incense shop to get something to help with meditation, but my alarm clock woke me up in the middle of that.

Couldn't write this earlier because I worked but I had a strange dream.

It felt like I was in one of those scary movies where there are people in hiding and others who are searching and want to kill those in hiding.

I was one of the ones in hiding. Sadly, because I went through a whole day of stuff I don't think I can recall all the dream but I just want to get some of it out.

There was a group of people, about 10-12, all different ages and races and somehow we were paired together. We were in hiding because there were people who wanted to kill us. It seemed like 30 Days of Night type deal or The Road but not exactly because there were still others living in the world quite normally that we occasionally came into contact with.

Right now all I can remember was being in a house where the windows and doors were blocked with whatever we could find, sheets, tables, blankets, boxes, anything. We were trying to keep ourselves safe so we never turned on lights.

It was day light at one point and I remember barely peaking out a part of the window, making sure it was safe. The house was just sad. We were all sitting around just waiting for when it was okay to move to the next place.

Something went wrong. All I remember was us rushing as fast as we could to get on a bus, but it wasn't really a bus. More like a tour bus/the bus from Harry Potter. I was standing outside of the bus handing little children from their parents up into the bus while my boyfriend was sitting in the driver seat, but he wasn't my rl boyfriend. As I'm pushing people onto the bus faster and faster I can see the bad people coming. My boyfriend is yelling at me to get on the bus but I wont. I have to make sure that everyone is safe.

At the last possible moment I am able to get on the bus and we speed away as fast as we can. While sitting in the seat behind the driver seat i place my hand on my dream boyfriends shoulder and he grabs it tightly for a minute before returning to the steering wheel.

We drive for what seems like a short while but somehow we're safe. We're at the next area and my dream boyfriend walks out of the car into the house and starts getting people in. After everyone is situated he sits on a chair and pulls me to sit on his lap. His hands grab my face in a somewhat rougher manner but its because he was afraid. He says "This life is miserable as it is. You can't do that again. I couldn't continue without you. We (looks around) wouldn't continue without you" and then he kisses me.

I woke shortly after that and rushed to work.

What an intense dream.

Morning of January 7, 1990. Sunday. (This is a new online concise and clarified version Monday, 7 December 2015.)



In my dream, I am in La Crosse, Wisconsin, but the area seems different, even seemingly near the ocean at one point - or at least the Mississippi seems bigger and more dominant a feature of the region. Water is rising over a long bridge in one clearer event. It seems the whole region is threatened by rising flood waters that are somewhat “relentless” in that the forces almost seem “intelligent” (in a human or near-human sense) or possibly controlled by a malevolent force of some kind. There is an eerie mood in my dream and I and several others are always moving away from areas that become flooded, almost as if the waters are somehow deliberately “in pursuit” of us. It mostly seems nighttime throughout my dream.

We end up going down into a basement-like area that also serves as a post office, the layout seeming like a composite of Arcadia’s post office and the main one in La Crosse. The flood waters are raging and come down the steps (vaguely reminiscent of a scene from “The Blob” from 1958) with a human-like vengeance. At this point, I am becoming more frustrated than afraid. I stop and make my stand and boldly ask the raging flood waters that threaten to fill the post-office/basement area “What about the children?”

The stream of raging water moves up and back almost like a hand (as if about to slap someone, but also in a sort of odd “puzzlement” at my audacity) and then moves back up the steps literally in reverse (as if playing a film clip of water cascading down the stairs in reverse). A little later, I and the others exit the building and look around, noting that the flood waters have receded, leaving only a few puddles here and there in the mostly featureless landscape. More light and detail is coming in at this point, as the sun also seems to be rising.

The silhouette of a religious statue, which seems to be Jesus Christ, can be seen to the south. A dark-haired female (my lifelong green-eyed “mystery girl”) approaches it and it begins to glow (with a bluish tinge) and come to life as I wake, with several other people then encircling it. I hear clearer music in my dream that I did not hear in reality until my wife sent it on a cassette tape (the same melody and overall sound as Enya’s “Shepard Moons”, which was not even released until November 4, 1991 in the UK).

Familiar meanings:

This dream curiously contains five different waking process mechanisms during the same time period:

1. A bridge being blocked (disallowing the dream self to move further into the dream state or incidentally explore another region of thought).

2. Flood waters getting lower (waking process metaphor to indicate less of the Source is present and available as the conscious self is reintegrated). Flood waters are energies of both the Source and lower levels of human collective consciousness (including other dreamers during the same time period), even more obvious here, as I eventually became aware that the flood waters were an aspect of the energies of seemingly human consciousness as well as an aspect of the Source, though seemingly angry.

3. A threat to run from (to more efficiently instigate the dissolution of the dream and annihilate the particular incarnation of the dream self).

4. A statue coming to life (metaphorical for the conscious self waking up from the dream, or in some cases, coming into clearer awareness within the dream). The fact that it was Jesus Christ (though I am not a Christian) was more information on my lifelong dark-haired mystery girl being closer to my path in the sense of a spiritual awakening.

5. The sun rising and light coming in (metaphorical for the conscious self waking up from the dream as well as conscious logic and analytical skills becoming more prominent during this stage)

Precognitive links and additional notes:

This dream demonstrates typical “pre-anniversary” precognition (my oldest son being born on January 7, 1995). It also (“against all odds“) prepared me for what was to come.

The post office has been an important setting throughout my life (and represents communication with the Source, especially as a basement also represents being closer to the Source as well as collective consciousness - including the implication of being deeper in the dream state), especially relating to how I would come into contact with my predestined (for lack of a better term) dream girl. This goes all the way back to dreaming as a child of the PAIA having a meeting in the Arcadia Post Office while seated in a circle on the floor near the main counter (this in turn relative to the newspaper where my wife’s mother placed the advertisement that captured my attention as I had dreamt of the situation just previously in opening the gate to my dream girl) before the group even existed in real life. Even so, “I hug PO Virgo” is implied as a pattern (next vowel, next consonant continuity) in my full name, PO standing for Post Office (though Virgo being only one of thousands of “clues” from the Source, not relevant to astrology, which has no meaning for me).