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I finally finished my keyblade, so In celebration, I decided to release my Kingdom Hearts Dream Pack (lol). It consists of four Kingdom Hearts related dreams. Two are brand NEW entires of dreams that I had while I was away (173 & 174). The other two are Kingdom Hearts dreams from my original Dream Journal (59 & 152). Hope you all enjoy!

May 2010
Lucid Dream 173: Swallowed by the Darkness
Series: The Heart of all Worlds, Episode 2
daytime nap
WILD

Category - Action/Horror


I thought I had posted this one in my old DJ, because it was written down in my notebook for May 2010. I must have already left the site then. Anyway, time for the world exclusive (lol)...
I remember drifting off at my Grandpa's house while watching westerns with him. As I began to doze off, my body slipped in and out of SP several times before I was able to hold on to it. I can't remember the HI/HH I experienced, but entered the dream and found myself in the same place I had fallen asleep. I looked around the living room and something was different. There were five random people in western attire (cowboy hats, boots with spurs, etc) sleeping on the floor around me. I kicked the nearest one in the ribs and woke him up. I asked why he was sleeping in my floor and he seemed confused. He looked around and then looked back at me and said, "No I wasn't." I then picked him up off the ground and launched him through the window. He scrambled to his feet and pulled out a revolver. I slowly walked toward him as he fired shot after shot into my chest. I was bleeding pretty profusely, but the bullets felt like small pillows. I dove head first out the window and grabbed the guy in the process. Never touching the ground, I took flight and flew a couple hundred feet into the sky. I hovered for a moment and then dropped the cowboy. He plummeted to the ground and in a comedic turn of events, put a deep, cartoon-style, outlined indention into the ground. I landed back down below and noticed the sky started to get dark.

After a few moments a large cloud rolled in and I noticed it looked a lot like Darkside (large black boss from Kingdom Hearts 1). Suddenly, the cloud spread apart in the center, forming an open circular. It was as if a giant vacuum had sucked the center of the cloud out from above it. The circular hole swirled and formed a heart shape. I could see, what appeared to be, black snow falling from the hole. As the snow got closer to me I realized it wasn't snow at all. I threw out my hand violently, spread my fingers wide, and imagined my keyblade. I felt cold steel touch my fingertips just as the heartless landed in front of me. My keyblade (crown-like handle, with razor sharp pot leaves, and vines curling up the shaft. The key notches is a large gold pot leaf). I began slaying them one after another. After battling for a good while, I looked up and saw endless amounts of black specs floating down toward me. I knew I had to attack the source or they would never stop. I took flight, battling heartless in mid-air as I ascended to the large heart-shaped recess in the clouds. The moment I entered the recess, the clouds slammed all around me, pitting me in complete darkness.

I looked around, but I couldn't see anything. The air was frigid and I began to feel little frightened. Something flashed in the corner of my eye. I wheeled around to see what it was, but there was nothing but black. The exact moment I turned back around, there was a hooded ghost (looked like a dementor from Harry Potter) a few feet in front of me. Before I could react it launched itself toward me and penetrated my body (through my chest/abdomen). For a moment, I could feel it swirling around inside of me. It was rather creepy, but then I felt an enormous sense of power. I raised my keyblade in front of me and it was now glowing a bright gold color. The vines that were wrapped around the shaft had turned into green snakes. I watched them for a moment as they continuously curled around the body of the key. Every now and then they would let out a hiss and snap at the air. I swung my keyblade and blew away the dark clouds that surrounded me. I could see several heartless flying around the area, so I took off toward them. I had let my excitement grow too strong and the dream began to fade. I'm pretty sure I managed to stay in the dream, but I lost lucidity soon after...

Late 2010
Lucid Dream 174: The Keyblade's Dark Secret
Series: The Heart of all Worlds, Episode 3
in the a.m.
DILD

Category - Action/Boss Battle


I was on vacation in some Spanish-speaking country. I was in a large group that was walking through a forest area. There was an extremely attractive girl walking in front of me, so I decided to become friendly with her. The group had came to a stop, but I purposely was looking away and bumped/walked into her. She turned around and looked a bit startled, I quickly said, "Oh shit, I'm so sorry about that." She didn't seem upset when she replied (I don't remember how the conversation went exactly, but this is pretty close), "Well, you should probably pay attention to what you are doing." I apologized again and said, "I'm pretty sure I saw an ocelot walk by over there (my excuse for bumping into her ). She got excited and said, "Ooh really?" I said, "Yeah, I'm pretty sure...though I am a little high at the moment." She smiled and said, "Yeah, I can tell...your eyes are really red." I smiled back and said, "Anyway, you want to go check it out (I pointed in the direction of the non-existent ocelot?)" She looked a little hesitant so I finished out my scheme, "I need to lag behind anyway, so I can smoke this blunt. You can tag along...might see something cool in the process..." She agreed and we snuck away from the group. We sat down and began smoking the blunt. She looked at me and said, "An ocelot huh? You must think your pretty clever." I laughed and said, "Nah, I'm just pretty high." After a bit we began kissing and she moved on to blowing me.

I can't remember how we got back or what happened during this time, but the next thing I remember we were back with the group. Me and her were talking and she said something about lucid dreaming. As soon as she said it, I looked around and thought, "Where the f*** am I?" I did a quick nose pinch and realized I was dreaming. I already knew what I wanted to do, so I grabbed the girl by the hand and took flight. We flew above the forest and I began singing a whole new world (I do this a lot, lol)..."I can show you the world...shining shimmering splendors..." After singing for a bit, we touched down and I told her, "Watch this!" I threw out my hand and summoned my keyblade. As soon as I summoned it, one of the snakes stretched out and bit her arm. She toppled over to the ground and began twitching as white foamed poured from her mouth. "Shit. I think I killed her." I looked at her and she was definitely dead. I thought, "Damn, I should have sang...'I can show you the Underworld." My snakes covered her and quickly devoured her body. My keyblade began to glow and I could tell it had just increased in power. I then set off to find more people for it to devour when I was attacked by heartless (mostly neo shadows). With my newly found power, my keyblade devoured heartless after heartless until it was glowing so bright, it hurt my eyes to look at. I then swung it around and shouted "super-duper crazy attack!" (lol). A huge golden flash, boomed out of the keyblade and completely annihilated the surrounding area. All the trees were cut in half and heartless remains were scattered all over the placed. I had black heartless goo all over myself. I wiped some on my hand and smelled it. It smelled like black licorice. I picked up an arm and squeezed the goo into my mouth. It tasted like unflavored pudding (if there ever was such a thing). After milking the arm dry, I took off running through my newly formed path of destruction. Before I could reach the other side of the woods I woke up.
I have since renamed my attack "Souler Flare." I thought it was a bit cooler than super-duper crazy attack.

....and now for the dream in which I first summoned my own unique keyblade, "The Cannabis Key"....


February 16, 2010
Lucid Dream 152: Into the Shadows
Series: The Heart of all Worlds, Episode 1
around 1:30am
WILD

Category - Action


An excerpt from the dream...
...We were in a large field and it was very dark outside. I looked out to the horizon and made the sun rise. As soon as the sun rose completely a large dark, misty cloud moved in and blocked off the sun. A pitch black shadow was cast all around us. Suddenly black figures began to form within the shadow. The shadow had grown to an enormous size making the ground pitch black as far as the eyes could see. The sky began to swirl with dark purple and deep orange. The figures began to rise out of the ground and I noticed they had an all too familiar symbol on their chests. They were heartless! The demonic looking heartless began to surround me and Cliff (the heartless were much more sinister than the heartless from the Kingdom Hearts games). I looked over toward Cliff and gave a quick nod. We then held out our arms and summoned keyblades out of thin air.

My keyblade was awesome (I plan on drawing it and posting the picture in my DJ...eventually ). The shaft and handle of the ketyblade was extremely shiny and appeared to be solid gold. A green, twisting vine with razor sharp pot leaves curled up the keyblade Note: In my later dreams, green snakes twisted up the shaft of the keyblade instead of vines. The ridges for the end of the key was a large razor sharp pot leaf. The handle had large emeralds and diamonds encrusted in the gold. The handle was a (king's) crown shape that folded over my hand as I held it (like a protector/shield for the "sword" hand. It felt light as a feather and I began attacking the heartless. My buddy Cliff's keyblade was pretty cool as well. It was flaming on the end and there was a white spiraling metal that curled all the way up the shaft of the keyblade. The ridges on his keyblade looked like a normal key, but I couldn't really tell because they were engulfed in flames. The spiral made the keyblade look similar to a joint. He also had some razor sharp pot leafs here and there.

We fought the heartless for a while, but they just kept multiplying. Cliff looked at me and said, "Shit! There are too many of them." I looked at him and said, "Try this!" I backed up a few steps and felt energy growing inside me. I then unleashed and allowed the energy to burst out of every square inch of my body. My clothes turned black and blue as did my keyblade. I saw a strange nearly invisible veil fall over me. I had turned into the wisdom form (from KH2). I began shooting white balls of fire (as wells as stars, beams, and other shapes of a white hot flames). After battling the heatless by flying around and shooting and also performing some crazy acrobatics and shooting, I awoke from my dream.

Series Details
In the dream series, The Heart of all Worlds, I use my trusty keyblade, The Cannabis Key, to battle heartless and find the true meaning to their existence. The goal is the Heart of all Worlds, but what will I do when I find it...who will I meet along the way? Stay tuned for more entries to the series!

It is interesting to note that while James is the dreamer of this, I was the main character of it in a featured role/guest appearance. I will periodically post similar dreams in which I didn't dream, but appeared in. These will have a disclaimer and be tagged under "featured role/guest appearance"

Before the Dream: It is my birthday night and I spend it with my girlfriend and four other of my friends. There are six of us total. We spend part of the night on a pub crawl, as we visit as many bars in town as possible. The final count was 7, I believe. We take a taxicab back to my apartment and a pajama slumber party commences. Everybody passes out. My girlfriend Sarah and I in our bed, anoter couple, Mannie and Maggie, in the spare bed, our single male and female friends Randi and James sleep on the couch and floor, respectively. James, the friend sleeping on the floor, had the following dream:

Critters on a Train!




I am with 5 of my friends. My girlfriend Sarah, My best friend Mannie and his girlfriend Maggie, and our single male and female friends James and Randi. The feeling is ominous and tense as we stand on a platform at a station and board the back of a train. The train speeds off and within moments everything goes to hell.

A strange power flux affects the lights and power on the train. In the flickering of the shadows we can see that things were moving and we are not causing it. We can't tell what they are yet but they are the eponymous Critters from the 1986 film.



Things return somewhat to normal when the lights do. The Critters escape undetected and leave to feed on the passengers of the train in order to replicate and make more of themselves. A strange and enigmatic dream figure is helping us in the form of "the expert." We never meet this figure in person and only communicate to it through earbuds.What is interesting is that the "expert" feels like it was one of them, possibly a critter from a rebellion that didn't agree with what they were trying to do to our planet. the expert gives us the back story and tells us what we must accomplish.

We must stop the critters before the train reaches its destination: a densely populate metropolitan city. If the critters reach the city it will mark the beginning of the end of the world; invasion. Everybody is nervous but me. I lead the group and head off to investigate the ruckus. We manage to find and confront a cornered critter. The critter shoots one of its classic paralyzing quills directly into my girlfriend's throat. Sarah spurts blood all over the place and stumbles back. The critters swarm Sarah and feed on her flesh. She is the first to be killed.

In the room Sarah is killed, we discover a hidden critter ship, evidence of their invasion. We continue on, five of us now. Searching for the critters. They hide well, behind boxes, just out of view... yet we can hear them moving around on top of the train cars, and this gives us some sort of advantage in following them. Randi, our single female friend is panicking now that Sarah is dead and wants nothing to do with saving the world. Her only concern is in surviving. Thought the train is speeding toward a city, Randi has a bright idea and postulates that if we escaped into the last car of the train and separated it from the train, we could coast to safety. But I cannot deter from my goal, though I would love to keep my life, I cannot let the critters survive and make it to humanity or all will be lost and Sarah died for nothing.

James, however, believes in her plan and the two of them go to the end of the train. They are chased by more critters, who have exponentially reproduced. Randi and James make it into the last car but have trouble separating it due to the attacking critters. James manages to separate the car from the train, but is overtaken by a swarm of critters, sacrificing himself to ensure Rand's safety. With the car detached, it coasts away from the train to safety. Randi is the only other survivor of this tale.

It's strange to note that even though James, the dreamer, is killed by the critters... the dream continues on without him (as he takes an impersonal and omniscient observational roll, watching the rest of the dream play out)

Maggie has died "off-screen" which leaves my best friend Mannie and I, together alone, in James' dream. At this point everybody else on the train is either dead or dying, and there are countless critters. Mannie and I fight for quite a while together, I don't know how we manage to survive. Our plan is to get to the control room at the front, make the train go as fast as possible and switch it to a track that dead ends.

Mannie is killed in an ensuing battle, and the realization that everybody I know is dead (except for Randi) sends me into a stupor and rage. It's almost as if I absorbed Mannie's power when he died, because I become freakishly empowered and strong. I use the golf club I picked up along the way and go on a killing rampage toward the front of the train, more determined than ever. I reach the control center in the nose of the train and crank everything to where it needs to be. I switch tracks as the train surpasses full speed and I use the decapitated head of a critter as weight for the dead man's switch. I smash all of the other controls so the critters can't stop the train.

As the train nears its dead end crash, I am losing energy but remain confident in my actions. I fight as many of them as I can and dive off the train just before it was crashes. The train explodes, as each car goes up in flames. I see a few critters on fire in their rolling ball form on the ground and I smash them with what remains of my golf club. I am the only other survivor. The critters are dead. The city is safe.

Hey folks, first post! Anywho, here's my dream.

I'm alone in an apartment that I lived in as a child, but now it is very run down. It generally looks like a crack house, but there is nobody in there but me. The paint is peeling, there is a layer of filth on everything and there are mattresses all over the floor. After a quick look around, I leave and head to my car in the parking lot.

Next to my car is an old, beat-up, puke green and rust colored pickup truck. Like an old 70's Dodge looking truck. The truck is parked about an inch away from my drivers' side door and the side of my (brand new) car is scraped and dented up. There is clearly puke green paint all over the side of my car and it becomes obvious what happened.

Inside the truck sits a harmless looking, little old man with a frumpy sort of face and big bushy eye brows, a ratty looking baseball style hat, squinty eyes sunk inside the weathered skin on his face, smoking a stubby little cigar the is well chewed on. He looks over at me and I instantly begin a fit of rage. Yelling and screaming at him as loud as I can. He sits unaffected, smoking his cigar. Somehow, we come to the agreement that he will pay for the materials to fix the damage to my car and I would do the job myself (I used to be in auto-body before college). So I get in his truck and we drive to the auto-body supply store to buy materials.

The old man has barely batted an eye during the whole dream. Never an ounce of emotion from him. As we're driving, he looks over at me with this really evil, sinister glare.

Puffing on his cigar, he says: "It feels good. Doesn't it?"

Confused, I reply: "What?"

Still glaring, he continues: "To hate. It feels gooooooooood to hate."

This is where I started getting creeped out. He drew goooooooooood way out and took some sort of enjoyment in the mere notion of feeling good due to projecting hate. Saying the word from his gut.

Still glaring, he takes a deep puff of his cigar and continues: "HE hates all of you, ya know." (HE referring to GOD, all of you referring to humans)

He begins to grin the most horrible grin I've ever seen, revealing pointy, yellow, rotten teeth and a black tongue and lets out a slight laugh, as if to direct it at me and the fact that I had no idea what he knew. When I notice that he is clearly evil, he begins to bellow a deep laugh at me. Without thinking, I slide across the seat (old pickup truck bench style seat) and head-butt him in the face 4 or 5 times as hard as I can. Really hitting him hard.

I wake up, head-butting my girlfriend in the back of her head, who is sleeping next to me. My face is killing me. We both wake up, and after the scare we drift back to sleep. After just barely drifting off, I am back in the truck with the old man, and he is glaring at me and laughing. Like he made me head-butt my girlfriend and was just toying with me. He grins the same horrible grin, his yellow teeth peek out from behind his cigar and then he's gone and the whole thing is over.

Most of the time, I don't remember much in the way of details of most of my dreams. I remember every molecule of this dream. All the quotes are accurate. All the environment descriptions are accurate. Every single second is accounted for and recalled and even perfectly re-playable in my head.

I can only remember this dream in fragments.

- A male co-worker and I are running around a warhouse complex trying to avoid being seen. The ocean side city we are in has been invaded by large transforming robots and most of the people who live their have been killed or have fled.

- a robot shaped like a white stretch hummer hunts me, but I do not know why, though it is continualy foiled by a robot shaped like a red transport truck cab. I can usually escape because the two giant machines are too busy fighting each other.

- I try to get the attention of a group of police officers or evacuation officials but ay first they do not see me. When they finally do they make a big ruckus and attract the attention of some jet shaped robots who then annihilate the officers. I go back into hiding.

- a female friend of mine has replaced the male co-worker but she runs around in a panic and is almost captured several times.

- group of surviviors or people left behind in the city gather underneath a bridge and plot against the invading robots. At some point it is determined that I have gained telekenetic powers (and that is what the white hummer is after me for) and it is decided that it is up to me to defend what left of the city people from invaders.

- The group of survivors lay low for a while and most of the invading robots leave the city, with only a few patrolling overhead as aircraft every now and then.

- At a nearby beach a group of fellow human survivors have banded together and formed a milita. Their clothing and weapons are of a mixture of thai and mongol influence. They decide to march on what is left of our city with the intention of taking over. Despite their dispay of bravado I make short work of them with my psychic powers and lift the soldiers and their large banners into the air like toys. They wisely retreat.

- I feel bad about hurting some of the sodiers and send them peace offerings and they join us in our struggle against the robotic oppressors but I cannot remember if they agreed before the dream ended.

This dream starts off in my hometown of London, Ontario. I am on the way from my parent's house to my new apartment on Adelaide Street. For some reason I am in the country side west of the city. An unnumbered city bus comes along and I get on, but I cannot find my transfer. I can find transfers from several days before, but not the one for today. Only after going through ever pocket on my person do I find today's transfer crumpled up in my left hand. The bus driver sighs with impatience as I hurridly take a seat, red faced from embarrassment but relieved. Despite being out in the country side, but bus is packed and everyone on board seems scruffy or rugged, like they have been camping outdoors for a long time. They are all men and seem to be all staring at me and I feel a bit creeped out and threatened.

The bus drives into the city, to the edge of downtown then suddenly stops. The driver tells all of the passengers to get off and promplty drives away as soon as we have done so. I walk down the main road, Dundas Street, for a while before deciding to wait at a bus terminal in front of a white multi-storey building that I do not recognize from waking life. I am expecting the Dundas bus to come along, but after a short wait, the Adelaide Street bus shows up instead. Though I am confused as to why it is the Adelaide and not the Dundas, I happily board the bus, hoping it will take me straight to my apartment.

The bus pulls away from the terminal and passes a group of asian men standing in the middle of the street, waving various melee weapons around and shouting loudly. I cannot hear what they are saying, but the majority of the noise comes from a man wearing a blue hooded sweater over a white t-shirt. He is waving a hunk of wood around and seems to be directing his anger at random pedestrians on the street. I feel the atmosphere change and everything seems suddenly darker, eeiry and inexplicably desolate. The bus suddenly slows down and stops. A burned out pickup truck, and a pile of damaged cars, is blocking the road and there is no way around. The bus driver manages to turn the bus around and starts heading back to the bus terminal.

As we pass the group of angry asian men, the one in the blue sweater, waving the hunk of wood, pulls out a pistol from his waistline and opens fire on a group of people who have gathered by the side of the road to watch the commotion. The first shot hits a woman holding a baby and the crowd panics and scatters as she goes down. As the man begins randomly firing at the running people, the other men in his group start attacking people with their melee weapons. The bus driver floors the gas pedal and tries to drive away from the ensuing chaos, but a large military truck pulls directly infront of us and forces the bus to stop. The doors are opened and the passengers make a run for it. I run towards the white multi-storey building, with the intention of hiding in it or behind it, but asian men in military uniforms start appearing between and around the buildings. At first I mistaken them for London's Area Support Unit, but it becomes apparent very quickly that these military personnel are foriegn and hostile. I run towards central downtown but it seems that the entire area is surrounded by this mysterious invading army of asian origin.

Many people are captured, myself included, and forced to sit together in large groups with hands behind heads. People who do not comply, or who try to escape, are shot on sight. When the street is overcrowded with captured prisioners, the armed guards start herding us into the large white multi-storey building by the bus terminal. The inside is decorated in bright red fabrics and paints and seems to be a giant theater of some sort. The ceiling is open for several storeys up and the parameter of each floor seems to be made up of box seats, except for the ground floor, which is bare tile like a gymnasium. The prisoners are forced to sit on the floor and face a large screen on the west wall. The military men start playing some sort of propaganda film about their greatness or their great leader or something, but I cannot follow it because it is not in english and I am being distracted by several fat white male prisioners who insistantly try to stand up and show their private parts to the rest of the captives. Their penises are very small or severely deformed but I am finding great amusement in their last acts of bravado, as it seems to really piss off the armed guards.

I suddenly notice an unguarded electrical socket to my right. I descreetly pull the plug and hope that I am shot quickly if I am caught. I have no idea what pulling the pull will do and I am surprised when not only does the propaganda film end, but the electricity to the entire building goes out. The invading asians go into a frenzy trying to maintain control of the prisioners while trying to sort out what is going on. Some captives manage to sneak out in the darkness, while others are caught and executed, but the majority stays put in fear and confusion. Whe the emergency lights come on, the invading army is still a bit frenzied and there is a commotion outside. A man I assume is a commander of the army comes in and motions half of the armed guards to follow him outside.


I cannot remember anymore of this dream.

Night of July 29, 1972 to morning of July 30, 1972. Saturday night to Sunday morning (my dream had at least two “resets” and recurrences).



Finding things or validating unfamiliar scenes directly after dreaming specifically of them (typical precognitive and remote viewing hybrid) and with additional meaningful synchronicity:

Additional notes: While doing more research on my important clarifications and revisions (due to it being one of thousands of records that for me validate remote viewing and precognition hybrids - the main governing purpose of dreams), I discovered an additional oddity. This dream was obviously, in part, influenced by “War of the Worlds” (1953), seen earlier this day (July 29), as well as part of the “Miss Universe Beauty Pageant” prior to sleeping. What I found was that “War of the Worlds” originally premiered on July 29, 1953 in Atlantic City, New Jersey. However, my seeming placement in New Jersey at one point in my dream may actually be due to my association with Spooky the Tuff Little Ghost’s supposed “New Joisey” accent, and the television station likely showing it on this date purposely as an anniversary tribute (otherwise the odds are 1 in 365 by chance alone). Even so, it does imply synchronicity for me, albeit, in a more subtle way.

The Pink Machine Gun:

In my dream as a boy (age eleven, and during summer break), I had a toy machine gun that I was somehow able to defend myself with against invading hostile aliens (even though it did not fire “real” ammunition in-dream - it just made that clacking sound) - though the events sometimes seemed to be in the early 1950s (I do note 1953 on one billboard) as if out of a movie - and at times, perceived from a secondary perspective (for example, I watch myself look over a precipice at one point, viewing this from a lower perspective). At one point, the aliens seem to be “invading” a beauty pageant, yet remain mostly unseen. They are more human in appearance than the ones from “War of the Worlds”.

The toy machine gun had that pinkish Pepto-Bismol color like certain other features that were in my dreams at times (often the result of a mild stomachache during sleep), but eventually was a darker green. That (having a toy gun or even a real one and fighting the “enemy”) is probably a fairly common dream theme for a boy (or for that matter, anyone). However, my dream introduced a certain special feeling, an overwhelming curiosity about the real world relative to a certain location and the realization there were areas close-by I had not fully explored. I was also walking through a large round culvert as if going between towns or safer locations (though the one near our house in reality, you could only crawl through with difficulty).

I suppose aliens actually represent everyman from my view - or “normal” people and mainstream consensus. Because of my continuous so-called unusual and unexplainable experiences over every day of my life, even more so due to their continuous additional validations (thus discounting the typical “imagination” or “coincidence” cop outs), it makes sense that I see a greater part of the human race as “alien”.

In real life, solely due to my dream, I was compelled by the dream “residue” to explore our culvert in Cubitis. I had never been down to and certainly not inside the one in the front area of our house but I decided to try it. In the very middle (and I had to crawl in - my mother warned me later not to go in there again due to possible pesticide runoff) and found a section of a toy machine gun; the handle and some other parts that looked fairly old and a larger spring, the remains of which had the “presence” of what I had actually felt in my dream. I kept it for a few weeks out of curiosity but eventually threw it out. How it got in there, especially that far, I have no idea, probably a boy that had lived in the area years prior - an engraved date on one piece was 1953. The concrete block house itself was fairly new, newer than the culvert and highway.

Morning of November 7, 1970. Saturday.



Although this was one of my favorite dreams of this time period, I guess I really was not very good at coming up with more precise titles (or even interesting ones) in many cases (the original title, here, had never been changed to any other title in other transcriptions to sometimes allow for more detail with similar dreams). The song from my dream, which I actually recorded a few times when younger (unfortunately, without any sense of musical taste) - brings fond memories of hilarious incompetence. Then again, this was a “movie soundtrack” in a sense (or more of a “dream soundtrack”). It opens with a showing of not-very-realistic stars as if the camera is moving through space at a fairly slow speed. The higher mid-range male voice moans somewhat slowly and sadly, “Thi-yi-yi-yi-yings…from outer spay-yay-yay-yay-yace…may bring truh-uh-uh-ooh-ble…for the human ray-yay-yay-yee-yace…”



June 2015 UPDATE: After all these years, I have decided upon an interesting viable association with the human hand. Apparently, it was a giant land-going cuttlefish.

The main first scene is a “giant human hand” (the right hand - with bulging but human-like eyes and a crown placed on its “knuckles” with special effects of some kind) that moves from right to left, spider-like (as I have decoded spiders to often represent negative associations with human hands due to their visual matching as even the “Alien” movie did with the “facehugger”, though in a few dreams they had a positive association with human hands in connection with “The Eensy Weensy Spider”), with an eerie stop-motion-like effect on the sand in the area it is “walking” but not quite as much with the “alien monster” itself. The imagery seems to have the same overall mood as the scene from “Dinosaurus” from 1960, where in-dream, I reflect on the sand moving in a similar way as the dinosaur’s body is dragged along the beach (which may be an augmented sense, “amplified” in-dream). The fact that I know this “alien monster” is actually a human hand (moving through a model of the school grounds?) seems to remove all sense of any possible threat from my dream. I find it intriguing how some of my dreams were able to “amplify” the very clear but somewhat artificial feeling of some of these movies from the early 1960s, especially the stop-motion ones like “Mysterious Island” (1961) and “Jason and the Argonauts” (1963), two of my favorites.

Later, however, I am in the high school building where I and other West Elementary students sometimes went to the auditorium in real life to see various shows and such. I am trying to “hide” from a large orange “octopus man” (also with a crown) who is mostly moving around in the dark because of a teacher having sent me to turn the power off to possibly “trap” him due to his supposed poor vision. I am doing this by staying to the right outer side of the doorway as a tentacle moves out from the doorway now and then, moving near me but not touching me. I suppose that I could move to the left and leave the area, but for some reason, I remain near the doorway.

The crowns were quite plain and similar to crowns in several other dreams. Mostly orange-tinted and with a seemingly engraved triangle waveform on the band, similar to the zigzag pattern on Charlie Brown’s shirt, but not quite as thick. Sometimes, I get the sense of two short antennas on either end of the crown, with a lightning bolt moving between them. I had drawn pictures with this feature during this time period.

There are a few other scenes involving Toby T and the fact that we will probably still be going to school even with all these strange creatures moving around town. There are also parts of music playing, from the song “Aquarius” from “Hair” - and I get the sense it is related to “this movie” in-dream. At one point, there is a giant bat and human composite, which was not mentioned in all documentation instances.

New research implies that “Zontar: The Thing from Venus” was also possibly an influence. It had aired after “Dinosaurus” on the previous evening on “Shock Theatre”.