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Sitting at a table at some bar or cafeteria. I spot John Blacksmith in a table nearby, making a phone call. He gets up and is walking back and forth and I am sure he saw me, but I don't want to distract him from his call so I keep doing my thing. Currently trying to fix the cell phone of one of my friends. Then John sits at my table, right in front of me and I wave my hand to say hi but still don't talk not to interrupt him. But he keeps his eyes on the table and ignores me. I am feeling a bit awkward. He finally ends the call and looks up and says sorry and that he saw me from the beginning, but he had to really make that call. I say it's ok and we make basic updates to each other and realize we are both too busy to stay talking, so we go do our things again.
After fixing my friend's cell phone, I help my friends organize stuff pilled up over some shelf and then rehearsing a play. Afterwards we go upstairs to meet the manager and owner of this place. The place by the way is some kind of boarding house and I find out that this crazy girl I know from instagram is staying here in a room. She has rainbow hair and she offers to dye my hair too. I wonder how my mom will react. She says hers really hated it at first but then got used to it. It does not go as well as hers, actually she dyed with unicorn colors (pink, baby blue, purple, etc), but I like it.
Then there is some commotion on the hallway and we understand the owner is arguing with some girl. Turns out the girl is sick with a highly contagious disease and came here to hide in her room, as to not be taken away, but the manager doesn't want her there, putting everyone else at risk.

Morning of July 23, 2017. Sunday.

Dream #: 18,479-02. Reading time (optimized): 1 min 30 sec.



I am traveling with Leonard, a pinhead I knew who also lived in the King Street boarding house. He seems younger in my dream than when I knew him in real life, only about twenty years old. (My dream self seems only about twenty as well, which is not logical as he was about twenty years older than me in waking life).

We enter a big unfamiliar boarding house in an unknown location where we may be going to stay. The layout seems more like a public restaurant with at least three sections, but without much furniture. An unfamiliar chubby male of about fifty recognizes Leonard, but he does not know me.

He tells me I will need a Louisiana driver’s license, using the term “for this state” (that may be an instinctual association with being in the dream state). I am unsure why. I think we must be in Louisiana even though I do not think I will be driving. I know I do not have one. However, instinctual dream control becomes a factor. I know if I focus on having a driver’s license, it will appear in my wallet. I pretend I have one, and it exists as I open my wallet. The unknown male confirms it, and I can stay in the building.

Curiously, I end up driving a life-size version of a Hot Wheels Bubble Car of the same kind I had in my youth. It seems to be because the unknown male wanted me to. I may be a test driver. The top, which is like a light plastic dome, does not fully close due to it being partly held up by my height (apparently designed for someone shorter). It is not problematic, but its weight is slightly annoying. Still, I enjoy driving around with no mishaps. The internal orientation seems to correlate somewhat with a Formula One car. Later, I am driving a second car (undetermined) at the request of the unknown male.

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The situation where I am driving the first car seems to be an instinctual awareness of having a heavy blanket over me while sleeping, though I am not uncomfortable. Cars in dreams, especially driving one, stems from imaginary kinaesthesia and the illusory dynamics of physicality while sleeping.

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There was a boarding house in Paris, France. It was a very cute apartment and was very nicely decorated. And it was like right next to the Eiffel Tower. My mother was the owner of the boarding house, and I was part of the housekeeping team. My job was to go into all the different rooms and spray some chemical on the beds. Then in my spare time I went out and took photos of the Eiffel Tower.

I was cleaning the beds one day when I went into a room and found my mother talking to this young french lady. As I sprayed the bed, I listened in on their conversation. The french girl was telling my mother about a new exercise technique that she had invented. It involved taking the fat on your belly between two fingers and pinching it really hard for about half an hour. My mother was quite taken with this technique, and said she would give it a try. Then the girl told my mother that she had once had a record high of 520 dreams in a single night. Obviously my mind was blown and I thought to myself, "Wow, she must be an amazingly talented lucid dreamer! I wish I could do that!" I failed to do a reality check.

Then there was something about Jake the dog from Adventure Time going to an antique store. I was also for sale in the antique store, standing behind glass. This girl I like was looking at me, and coming up really close to the glass. Then I saw this huge monster walking around the store. It looked like an enormous hairy lemon with legs. These little girls thought it was funny, and ran around between his legs. Their hair tickled his underside and it angered him, so he grew these twig-like, flaky hairs out of the top of his head. They curved around over his body, and punctured his underside and grew back into his skin. So he was surrounded by this thick, woody shield that leaved only his two legs exposed. The girls couldn't tickle him anymore.

Then I was Oliver Twist, and I was being chased by Fagin through London. He eventually got worn out and laid down on a park bench and fell asleep. I went up slowly to him. He had a pet monkey that was sitting on his shoulder. I fed it some bubble gum.

Then I got back to my house. It was very late. My mother came up to me and said, "Hey, I let Fagin into the house". And I was obviously utterly shocked and outraged. But she assured me he wouldn't do anything, and that he was fast asleep. Then I asked my mom, "Why aren't you in bed?" And she said, "What? Good grief, I never sleep. I thought you knew that."

I saw myself in a mirror. My face looked basically the same, but the skin of my face was really really dry and peelly, and the skin of my face was flaking off and blowing away.

Morning of June 1, 2014. Sunday.



My dream opens in an unusual variation of our present home with some rotated or altered structures of our Barolin Street house (including the inside back steps over the bare ground in a larger enclosed porch-like area, but which continues southward into a more internal house-like area) as well as my sister’s old house on Loomis Street in America. The staircase area of the Barolin house is oriented in a different direction; to the south rather than the west; and there appears to be several bunk beds. The environment is somewhat like a boarding house for older ex-convicts with a slight prison atmosphere. I am not familiar with any of the males, and curiously, there is an Australian essence to the setting, which is fairly rare in my dreams even though I have lived here since February 9, 1994.

At one point, I am aware that the boarding house has a strange secret related to a potential local development of personal paranormal power of some sort. It seems that Ned Kelly was buried under the wooden staircase within the area of the boarding house that is enclosed but which has a dirt floor (similar to the enclosed back porch and utility area of the Barolin Street house). The beds are near that area, aligned west along one wall. I talk with a few other males. At another point, I look at the ground under the staircase to determine what could be there. There is an eerie association with the seeming story regarding the remains. There is evidence that a coffin is just under the ground’s surface as there is a very slight elevation of the dirt of one area. However, the story also may be that just the remains had been buried there with no coffin.

In another part of my dream, either a policeman or a convict serving as an in-house policeman and wearing a gun holster arrives. This area appears to be the back entrance from Loomis Street at first. He dismisses the idea of there being a body in the ground under the stairs and seems a bit annoyed by the apparent myth or “convict gossip”. There is also some sort of shift or “reset” where the man’s name is John (John Kelly?) instead of Ned Kelly. It may just be a man named John who has no infamy or history of anything notable. The other male denies anything unusual about the boarding house or the ground beneath it.

Over time though, I do develop a telekinetic power supposedly related to my being in the area; a common ability in dreams (but not previously associated with longer-term attainment or being in a certain location). This recurring dream act is done by mentally willing something from across the room straight into the palm of my hand with a sort of rubber-band-like effect. At a later point, there are unknown females in the boarding house which does now seem more like some sort of prison or supposed rehabilitation venue. They are all seated at a large picnic table inside the main area. One reminds me of a somewhat unkempt female factory coworker from years ago. She asks me if I can prove something regarding my abilities and I comply by willing a large object which is some sort of larger purse or oversized pencil bag (or for art supplies) across the room and into my hand in a swift manner. She then mentions of how her faith in the existence of benign spirits or angels has grown but I am not exactly sure why this act helped her. This may have something to do with the potential to escape from the scene by one person taking something from a guarded area, such as a key, perhaps.

There is some sort of awareness that the telekinetic ability also has something to do with magnetism and wearing some sort of magnetic bracelet (that was buried in the ground under the stairs?) even though the items I will into my hand from other areas of the room, including a glass of orange juice, are not actually magnetic (although the pencil-bag-like items do have a metal zipper).

Eventually, I am on my own, wandering around outside. I end up at a residential area with another unknown male but who may be a version of my brother Earl at a much younger age, as the house is vaguely like the one he lived in in Florida. He seems interested in my telekinetic ability but does not quite believe in its full potential. In one area outside near a patio and shed, he tests me with selecting a chosen item and sailing it quickly into my hand from a fair distance. These items seem mostly related to male cosmetic products, mostly all of the same brand, perhaps Avon, I think, because of some sort of play on “nova”.

I end up drawing a larger item into my hand which slides on its own across the table’s surface of which I think may be a piece of plywood. The fact that it slides somewhat instead of just leaping into my hand is somewhat frustrating, but not a dominant issue. It seems like a plastic pencil bag for school but about twice the size and may be some sort of travel kit. The indicated goal, however, was actually a smaller bottle of shampoo or something similar immediately to its left. I do not feel as if I have failed in the task, but may need to try a bit more to discern individual items for more telekinetic manipulation. The other male is still impressed and interested.

R18 WARNING

Forest. I was walking or running. A room for rent. Jogging.
Travel. A boarding house. There's a triple-deck bed with almost-nude guys on each. They all look almost the same. I sucked the guy at the bottommost bunk. It seems he's pissing in my mouth.

The surrounding are greyish in tone, although not depressing. It is lighter, like the title highlights of the DreamViews post box (unless you changed your theme, or something). There are buildings to the left and right, although they are not very clear.

I was on the street, and Solimar is there, wearing white clothes, facing me. We were talking about the rent I will pay for the boarding house soon. People are passing by.

The place became a blur of white, as people pass on by.

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Dreamsigns:

Strange place
Hazy

Morning of November 23, 1987. Monday.



Even though it makes no sense at all, there are (at least three) sharks under the floor (under the carpet in most cases) of the second story apartments of the King Street boarding house, mostly “swimming” north to south and back somehow just out of sight under the floor (and the floor is supposedly only water in some areas under the carpet where they can come up through), and even though there seems to be no flood or anything resembling the ocean this far inland. Regardless of the utter absurdity of the scenario, there is no hint of lucidity or dawning of even basic common sense. I am somewhat angry and frustrated over paying rent ($25.00 per week) under such conditions. I can walk down the steps and outside into the front yard or onto the front porch with no danger.

I believe some (or most) of the other tenants have left to find somewhere else to stay, including Leonard S, who is probably one of the last to leave. I do see him somehow fishing into his floor at one point though the floor seems mostly still solid.

How can a shark be in a house on dry land? Mental associations possibly destroy in-dream logic with the 1970s “Jaws” game, which I had, and at least one photograph exists where I have my face near the three-dimensional game’s open “mouth” in profile. I am never attacked; I just have to be wary of how I walk through my room to the door to the apartment. My large old (and loud) refrigerator, probably made in the early 1960s, sits inside the large clothes closet as in real life (which is where it was when I started to rent the particular apartment, strangely enough). Although I got along well with my landlord and landlady, as they lived in the residence below, it is possible that I viewed them as “sharks” on one level. It is also possible I had heard about carpet sharks previously.