My dream recall is still quite bad, but from time to time I still have a vivid lucid fortunately. I wake up. I'm in bed at my parents place, and immediately I notice that something feels completely off. I get up and investigate my surroundings. Most of my stuff is missing. I used to have a tv here, and an old computer I turned into a fileserver. All of that, including my desk, all of it is gone. Everything feels sort of dull and grey, like I'm not really aware. Awareness? I wonder if I'm dreaming. Yes! I must be! I rub my hands. Weird, doing so feels very vivid and intense, why is everything so grey? I decide it is not the dream that is not vivid/stable, but that my room isn't lit properly. I open the window of my room wanting to jump out. What is this? Everything is so green. I am in a tropical forest. What is my parents house doing in a tropical forest? I jump down to investigate further. There are small lakes everywhere and the air is very fresh. I follow one of the lakes enjoying the nice air, feeling the wind on my skin and looking at the sun rays shining through the leaves of the trees covering the sky. Somehow I feel attracted to a specific location not far away. Once I get there I find a caterpillar on a big leaf. It is very colorful and excited. Why do I know it is excited? I can clearly feel it. I approach it and look at it very closely. It's moving to the edge of the leaf and lets itself hang down from the edge. It quickly transforms into a chrysalis. How interesting, will I see it transform into a butterfly? I can feel excitement yet again. But it is not my excitement, it is the one of the caterpillar. It becomes clear to me that I can somehow feel what the caterpillar is feeling. It is afraid. Afraid because it knows it's whole body is about to be turned upside down, all it's organs rearranged. But this feeling is completely overwhelmed by the excitement of becoming a butterfly, and being able to fly. As it's body starts transforming, the soon to be butterfly is starting to dream. It dreams about being a butterfly and flying through the skies. It is no longer worried, just extremely excited. At some point I think about telling it to control its excitement, or else it might wake up. But then I realize I wouldn't know how to do that. The butterfly wakes up, knowing that the metamorphosis is completed. It emerges from the chrysalis and spreads its wings. They are very beautiful, with very strong tones of orange red and yellow. Even though the butterfly is so excited to fly, it has to wait until its wings are hardened. Once they are, the butterfly takes off and flies high off into the sky. It immediately knows how to fly and how to be a butterfly, even though it was a caterpillar all its life.
Morning of March 2, 1971. Tuesday. I am playing paper football with Opie W from my own desk. I am not certain who is ahead. The room seems to be a composite of Mrs. F’s class with features of classrooms I had not actually been a part of (including for the older students). I accidentally flick the paper football too hard and it gets stuck between the tiles in the ceiling right over Mrs. F’s head. A couple other students notice, but she does not and asks “What are you laughing at?” to the ones laughing and then she shrugs it off. Over time, the paper football somehow grows larger and becomes a cyan chrysalis. It “quivers” at times, signifying life. The teacher does not notice at all but I feel a vague wariness that it may fall on her. A real-life event vividly replays. Michael P was drawing a simple picture of himself standing in an undefined area. He is adding details to the jeans. Susan R looks on and gasps, “Oooh, Michael” in disapproval. Michael annoyingly calls to Mrs. F, saying, “Mrs. F, I was just drawing pants and adding the zipper part and Susan thinks it’s a wiener thing." The teacher, reflecting a perfect composite emotion of terror and rage, slowly asks, "Michael…WHAT is a wiener thing?" Michael looks slightly embarrassed and goes back to his drawing. Time seems to pass, perhaps a week or more. I get the impression that the chrysalis holds a "copy” of Susan or Susan herself, but it is not known what will eventually happen. There is an ominous association with “never going back”. There seem to be a fair number of subtle plays as is typical with certain types of dreams, examples being a play on “pupa” (chrysalis) and “pupil” (student), a paper football somewhat resembling a butterfly from the side and a typical link to the highly influential “Chrysalids” story (by John Wyndham) and the unexplainable mystical association with the “other” (Susan R). This seems connected with (and precognitive of) the identical drawings of the inchworm in a derby by the “other” and my as-yet-unknown wife (who never left Australia or knew any of my childhood friends), the details being so exact, there was even the same pencil slip (and corrected mistake) and were both part of their short story (the stories being different). This also reflects a dream where the “mystery girl” sees the drawing and actually copies it (while it was on my desk near my bed) so that I will one day “know” her in reality…which turned out to be one of thousands of unexplainable events for me as that actually came to pass, this in turn being a subtle link to when Brenda W (proven wife archetype in dreams) later actually copied my own story almost exactly (but on purpose on her part), other than changing “toads” to “spiders” in every instance. Also, my wife, when young, wrote a story called “W’s Dream” using the same last name as Brenda. Tip of the iceberg in “funny business” as usual.
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