Lunch. Comfort room? Feeding a humanoid bird. It talks. A teacher? Rumor of a teacher's disappearance/death. My teacher for the next subject said she's concerned. We have a meeting later. I asked if it's in the comfort room. She said no. Meeting on the road. The "dead" teacher appeared. Somebody's been spreading lies that he's dead. They ask who told me. I said Pol. Same with another. Spellcraft by Severus. The "traitor" bragged. It was a rare, countryside incantation. He bragged knowing the dialects of the country. Leyte. Magick. Road. Race. We're chasing my car/bike. My companion keeps telling me it's not "off." We "changed" up to it. I cast sleep. Put energy sucking sphere (black) to drain his energy. I need to do this. I'm about to die today.No, not die. Killed. A prophecy. Not sure how. Or by who. I need to face it alone. Entered the chamber. Prepared for a fight. Another chamber opened. Entered and prepared my fist. The door where I came from opened. A door partially blocked the face of a person who was there. Prepared for a fight. He moved and "roared." It was Lico. I shouted his name. I shouted his name. He was happy. Picked me up and carried me to school. Different. Childish. I told them this is not my world and he's not the Lico I know. How to go back. A woman stood up and said she'll come too. Asked her who she was. She said Brenda. Told her at least she acts like the Brenda I know. NOTE: This is creepy. I don't remember writing or dreaming this, but it seems that I was at least partially lucid while I was in the dream.
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.) 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. 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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