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Morning of June 9, 2020. Tuesday.

Dream #: 19,531-02. Reading time (optimized) 3 min.



My dream begins with indoor-outdoor ambiguity. Although I am in an unidentifiable rural park in Wisconsin before dawn, I am first near a wall that holds the essence of a room when my dream self becomes aware. I am listening to a vinyl LP with my thoughts being that I can change the wording of the spoken audio, which seems to be a business missive. It is as if I am editing and clarifying the implied text with my mind even though it is on a 33 1/3rd rpm record. At one point, I see the individual words on small movable virtual cutouts that I can rearrange on the record’s surface.

I go to a small teardrop camper caravan a short distance away. (It is similar to the image, but its door faces the trailer hitch, and there are two sliding windows on each side.) I want to lie down inside it to rest, but I have to move several clusters of full beer cans that are on plastic yokes. (I have hardly ever drunk beer in my lifetime.) I eventually clear an area through the middle where my body fits, my head at the back. I open a sliding window a short distance, pulling it to the left, above my left, and appreciate the coolness of the fresh air flowing through the screen.

Eventually, the little caravan starts moving. It is daylight now. Looking through the doorway, I see my brother-in-law Bob and my sister Marilyn in the front seat of a car that is pulling the trailer. (They are both deceased, but my dream self does not remember that.) Marilyn looks at Bob (who is driving), telling him that he forgot to unhitch the trailer, and she acknowledges me by looking back. Even so, he continues to drive to the Loomis Street house. I vividly feel the movement, especially as the car goes up a ramp to an overpass. When he drives near three semi-trailer trucks (on the right) that are emitting black smoke, I unhitch the trailer with bodily movement and mentally “drive” it down a different street, now while sitting up in its center. I consider this is legal, as there is a license plate at the back. Even though the caravan only has one pair of wheels, I successfully “drive” it to the Enchanted Forest (a fictitious recurring location in my dreams since childhood, though always different).

I follow a boy down a hallway that opens into one section of the forest that is now part of a resort. There is an enclosed area with small monkeys and an eohippus (miniature prehistoric horse) here and there. One eohippus is lying on its left side (as I am in reality). I wonder if it is alive. The monkeys are only about eight inches tall. I pet a few of them.

I instinctually vivify and sustain my dream by walking on the fence of the enclosure (a dream enhancement routine since childhood), increasing vestibular-cerebral perceptual integration. I look down to my left at a car with its doors open, wondering if the people think I am intruding upon their privacy. After I practice balancing for a few minutes, I jump back down into the animal enclosure.

I discuss the Enchanted Forest with Locke, Sawyer, and Jack from the “Lost” television series. I describe a false memory regarding Jack driving me through an area of the region, which took a couple of days, being that it was of a different dimension that the rest of the resort. I tell them that one section is infinite.

I call them over to look at a beautiful lake after going into “another world” through a door. We gaze at the extraordinary beauty. Several tourists are around, also appreciating the sight. I see a few small fish below the surface of the water and try to perceive more. The vividness and detail are unfathomable.

After several minutes of appreciation, my dream begins to transition again to an instinctual awareness of my body being horizontal in bed, as well as a need to initiate waking (for me to get up and use the bathroom). As a result, I try to open a couple of bathroom doors, but Locke yells about needing to elude someone. It is Rowena King from “Emergence.” We all rapidly crawl on our bellies as does she, though she remains about ten feet behind us. We all crawl quickly on white sand underneath the underside of an unfinished building’s floor as I wake.

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I had just had a day of adventure with my friends. Or so it seemed. We’re floating on pool chairs next to a forest in a deep meandering ocean river. I see the outline of a whale and become a little nervous but I remain calm. I tell my friends and we laugh and enjoy the sight of the whale. I dip my head under to see it. Then I return to the surface and my friends are still playing and laughing when I notice a pterodactyl and it’s babies screeching from above. I yell to them to dive under. We all do so and wait for the birds to leave. My friends swim to the top before I do.

I see the whale and stare at it for a few seconds as it stares at me. I try to swim to the top but I’m barely making progress. I begin to panic so I take off my shirt and swim harder, it seems like there is an iron stoker in my pocket. I make it to the top and immediately head for the forest. My friends are nowhere in sight.

I notice these small monkey-creatures who had covered themselves in dirt running at the base of the trees launch themselves up into the trees to hide in the canopies.
I unconsciously shapeshift into one of these monkeys and cover myself in dirt and jump into the thick of the canopy to escape the birds. As I dismount from the treetops, I’m gripping the circumference of the tree and sliding down, stripping the bark from the tree, which I imagine is painful but I almost noticed it didn’t hurt. What a dream!

Total LD's/Dream = 0/2 = 0%

First dream - fragment

I was using my laptop. I was browsing the web, and downloaded wierd version of minecraft. When I turned it on, I saw strange background and heard ominous music.

Second dream - fragment

I saw this part as an ASCII roguelike. With family we arrived at Siberia by wagon. Then my view changed to first person. We built houses and beds. Next day we were attacked by a horde of monkeys. They stolen everything we had, and the ice plains melted into jungle. I was running around, looking for food and monkeys. In the end I came back home with nothing.

Morning of December 11, 2014. Thursday.

Dream #: 17,524-02. Reading time: 1 min 45 sec.



I seem to be part of a crew that is making a documentary about wild animals. The jungle scenes occur locally, possibly at the park a block from where we presently live in real life. At one point there are two different species of spider monkeys side by side with other animals including two lion cubs on the top plank, to the right of the monkeys on the lowest plank. They are on a shelf-like structure (facing south) that resembles a three-dimensional duck shoot with three levels, though it is for filming purposes only - as the animals remain still. Even though the monkeys look mostly the same, the one on the left starts attacking the one on the right. Both of them take off to climb trees again with a lioness in pursuit. My viewpoint sometimes seems to be from mid-tree-level, but I never feel threatened by the lions even though the perspective is very close to my dream self’s “face.”

The lions climb straight up the tree, and even over small thin branches without breaking them. The monkeys still get away by jumping to another tree, yet they have to keep doing this, as the lions do not give up. I see both male and female lions climbing the tree in this manner.

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Ultimately, monkeys are just another form of vestibular system correlation due to their ability to climb trees and my subliminal association with that fact while in the dream state. Lions are a waking alert factor.

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In a separate section of my dream, Zsuzsanna and I are looking at an abandoned building from across the street. It seems to be a warehouse. There is a vague false recall of having been in the building earlier and reaching an area where one could see outside through a small hole, yet not be able to leave.

As we gaze at the building from a parking lot or section of sidewalk, I focus on the wall to deliberately (without lucidity) create more holes to allow me to see into the building. It seems empty, though there is concrete debris on the floor. I use a telekinetic force. I do not perceive my ability as being a result of being in the dream state. I continue to open the wall until my dream loses cohesion.

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Warehouses are typically the last setting to occur in the sleep cycle as a form of liminal space discernment. Wall mediation also occurs here as my emerging consciousness activates. As validated here, dream control and lucid dreaming are unrelated. Still, my dream self understands the dreaming processes even without my waking self realization.

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I was at home (hometown?) and saw an old man through the window, and I thought, he shouldn't be here/there. And then, I must be dreaming! Immediately, the surrounding became darker, until I can't see anything but darkness. I was then inside our living room (hometown for sure), but surrounded by darkness, and crystalline sparks. I kept saying "Clarity" hoping that it will clear everything up, but it just got darker, and I just got confused. I also focused on breathing. As everything went dark, I thought, I must be waking up, but told myself, no way.

I was outside on the backyard. I felt like it was ours, but it doesn't look anything like it in real life. It was night or just dark. There's a small field for planting. JV's mom was working on it, tilling the soil, and I started to worry. Some things are out there that might cause harm. Some small things. After I secured my own mom, I dragged her to the sidelines and then I fought the small flying... thing. A small robot. It flew up what looked like an elevated garage. I kept focusing my powers of electricity to shoot it, but once I raised enough electricity, they turn into paper. I tried moving stuff with my mind instead. I raised metals and threw it at the robot. Eventually, I forgot all about the robot (which wasn't retaliating in any way) and I practiced my dream powers, trying to lift a heavy metal pipe with my mind. I kept failing, but eventually I succeeded, but not by much. I thought, This will be cool practicing this all the time now that I can lucid dream!

I was inside an abandoned building with others. It was night outside, and it was dark inside the building. We were avoiding some things. Bad things. Evil things. (Guh... so that's how Good Omens affect my writing...) We hurried to get out of the gate (invisible, which is quite silly) before something inside caught us. We didn't look back.

I was outside, still night. I looked back. I saw happy faces of my high school classmates (quite clear was JG's face) as if they just finished playing basketball.

Daylight. We're supposed to escape by climbing some sort of really tall statue that reaches way up in the clouds. A companion commented how there are some snakes up there now, which didn't happen before. A short scene near the beach (or the road near Victorias, where the road is elevated from the sugarcane fields on both sides): someone was walking on the fields. I was walking on the elevated area (road).

I was up on the statue. There's a platform where barrels and/or snakes roll out, and we have to jump over them and avoid them, which gets more difficult as the level increases. (I swear to gawd that's what I thought in the dream) There were monkeys somewhere here. At first I was just watching, but then I went into first-person view, and I slipped under the mouth/area where they barrels/snakes go out. I ended up outside a building, holding up a window. I had to, or else the whole factory (house like) will collapse, and all the white monkey workers inside will get crushed. After a while, I let go, and the monkeys were able to escape. The area felt provincial, like the areas I used pass by via Don Salvador Benedicto.

There's something about a chosen one, a child, but that part of the dream mostly escaped me.

Spoiler for WARNING: Violence:

I was reading a book. I'm reminded of Florante at Laura and the whole rhyming thingy. The cover's drawing looked like it was evenly spaced out trees on the water, but from a top view. It looked old, the book. I opened and read. There was a woman being threatened by a man (the drawings looked Old English, or something). The woman protected someone (the chosen one?) or some people, and the man threatened to tell the authorities (?) unless she has sex with him. I saw the line drawing in the book where the man was pushing the woman on the wall facing him, which represents him raping her (although both were clothed in the drawing, I felt the cries, despair and humiliation of the woman). Under the table very close to them are two figures hiding, one a child and the other another woman, presumably the mother. The woman was looking at them in the drawing, still protecting them. Although the rapist was looking in the hidden people's direction, it suggests that he didn't see them.

I was watching small girl (the chosen one?) talk to God (he looked and felt like the one on Facebook, but full-bodied). She was asking him questions and he answers her with funny responses. I forgot the details of the exchange.

NOTES:

I slept around 4 p.m.
I woke up around 5:44 p.m.
I meditated before falling asleep.
I was listening to Linkin Park (Hybrid Theory) and The Gorillaz playlists the whole day.
I thought about how the music I was listening to connects to my high-school memories.

August 31, 2013
Method: MILD & WBTB (WILD attempted, but failed)
Sleep time: 8-9 hours

Dream 1

Got into a river for a cool dip, this river reminded me of a river flowing through the Amazon Rain Forest. I could hear the sounds of the wild animals all around me. I must have been pregnant or just delivered a baby because my breast was leaking milk something terrible. As I got into the river for a cool dip, I could see the milk leaking from my breast mix in with the river water. The animals in the river drank the water and milk concoction and as they did, the came out of the river huge ! Then they started to get like super powers from the mixed drink and started doing things they normally don’t do (like monkeys being able to fly like birds in the sky). I saw something ‘hanging’ from some of the animals that got out of the water and when I took a closer look, I noticed that now, they too have huge enormous breast leaking breast milk (I really should have become lucid from this dream ).

Dream 2

A woman was looking for someone to help her with putting on a play from a book. She went around asking everyone to assist her in the play, but no one could help her because they couldn’t understand the topic of the play. She needed someone who was familiar with this play that she was going to be adapted from a book, but she was very upset because she couldn’t find anyone familiar with the book. I told her I knew what she was talking about and she looked at me baffled because she hadn’t even told me what the name of the book was, or what the book was about. I told her that she didn’t have to, that I just knew what she was talking about without even telling me. She told me if I could tell her the name of the book, I would receive the job. I told her the name of the book was, “The Bell Jar.” I was correct.

Note: I have no idea why this book came into my dream, I believe that I either saw a moving that made a reference about it or heard someone in RL talking about it...either way, I have not read the book myself...weird?

Morning of June 6, 2013. Thursday.



The main scenario in one dream features me being younger (possibly around thirty years of age) and apparently with my own bed lined up from a north wall to the south in a fairly large unfamiliar room. To my right on the west side of this room is a smaller end table with a large vase-like yellowish and greenish lamp with a floral design and with a beige gingham lampshade. Also on the table is a large squarish jar which contains a few dangerously venomous spiders. The jar and the lamp take up most of the tabletop. Three smaller spider monkeys dressed as bellhops in black, red, and shiny gold come in now and then. Because they are “bellhops” I might be inclined to think I am in a small hotel room.

There is a concern that the monkeys had been near the jar and let some of the potentially dangerous spiders out, so at one point I yell at them to leave everything alone, but then I see that the only spiders outside the jar are smaller harmless ones with light brown and white stripes. They are making small webs between the lamp, table, and wall. The ones in the jar are larger and black and look like miniature tarantulas. I puzzle over why I have decided to keep venomous spiders in a jar near my bed but then an old saying is clear in my mind - “Keep your friends close but your enemies closer”. There is no fear or substantial concern when I view the dangerous spiders through the glass jar.

“My” monkeys seem well-behaved and devoted to their tasks and are mostly only around to serve me in cleaning and taking care of potential impositions (such as annoying visitors, by pretending to take them to my room while actually ushering them straight out into busy traffic).

I was walking with my friends patrick and zach to a river and I can remember thinking to myself
that I probably don't have vodka right now because I only dreamt of having it before.
We got to the river and we started doing jumps from the side and I asked my friend if he was high.
He responded yes and I laughed.

another frag
I was walking along and my mum pointed out this huge shrine I should go look at. Next to it
was a big statue of abraham lincoln and others. I began my journey over there and
I was at this donut shop and I asked for 2 chocolate covered donuts. I went to the side of the shop
ate them and came back to buy more. I kept coming back to buy more and eventually the guy asked me why I wasnt
out hunting. I didn't want to sound like I was just there to buy donuts so I replied with something like
I didnt have a gun? I bought some more donuts and then he eventually pulls out a green tray from underneath the counter and it has
a bunch of marijuana donuts. I was amazed and really wanted to buy 1, but then the donut inspector guy came around and he had to hide the weed donuts.
The dream changes and I go under this tree and I get the ability to turn into a monkey. Me and other random people go into this hallway and there
was this boss guy that we to face. He was a weight lifter and had the climbing skills of a monkey. We went out to a jungle gym and he chased us
around. We were all swinging on the bars trying to get away. Eventually his mother calls us in to eat lunch and he says the last one inside is a
wimp. Dream ends.

My teacher was giving the class a grade K spelling test but the sheets we wrote it on were the answering sheets. She told us not to cheat but it was hard not to. The text looked like someone had used a pair of scissors to etch it onto a desk or a wall of some sort. THe paper was 3 meters by 3 meters and it was designed to have a beach in the bottom left corner for about a foot then the rest was a forest/jungle except for a wonderful meadow and a big, beautiful mountain.
After some time I heard monkeys calling to one another, it confused me. Then, right before my eyes all my class mates and my teacher turned into monkeys and ran off into the jungle that appeared behind me. It was the same one from the page and I was then left alone on a platform bobbing around out in the choppy waters just off the beach.

1. I was at work, and one of my patients was having problems and had come in for some testing. He was first in line which a lot of people behind him. In the meantime, I was running the test on Dr. D. C, an echo tech, had another patient on the table next to Dr. D, and she was showing me how to hook someone up. It was similar to doing an EKG but more complicated with extra leads. I had to attach both an orange lead and a blue lead at each location. The blue leads were shaped like monkeys. Part of the test was to see if the patient developed a certain taste in his mouth.

2. My husband was leaving for work and taking the minivan, which was parked across the street. I had to take the kids somewhere, but I hadn't driven in awhile and had to find where I had parked the other car. [This situation should have tipped me off since we always keep the cars in the garage & I drive daily] I thought I saw the car parked down the street so I sent the kids to check it out. While they did that, I went inside to grab a snack. I looked in my nightstand, but it mainly contained food I don't like: packaged cookies, canned asparagus and tubes of herb paste. I found one tiny packet of airplane peanuts. My bedroom looked right but the house itself was a small bungelow unlike any place I have lived. The neighborhood had small older homes with no garages. Then my coworker, L, and her husband gave me a ride in their van. We talked about sleeping in the back of the van. They had a mattress back there because L's husband works out of town and travels back & forth a lot.

3. My husband, T, Mom & I were in Toronto staying at a nice hotel. We were in the lobby and I saw someone that I had met at an investigator mtg last year in Montreal. He was standing by the pool table talking about how much he likes to travel on business, but he had mixed feelings about his next trip since he always drinks too much. So of course we all hung out at the bar and I introduced him to T & Mom. He said that we should all come back to Toronto in a few months and meet him there, and Mom said she was already planning another Toronto trip anyway.

(From middle of last year, more or less)

I started off looking at a cage full of crazy rabid monkeys. Clearly something wrong with them. Suddenly, guards walk in and begin to shove a bunch of people into the cage. They scream as the monkeys jump all over them tearing at their skin and beating them.

Dream jumps

One of the guards carries a girl toward golden gate bridge and the bay bridge. (they are right next to each other and small maybe 20ft high 40 feet across or so) The bridges are covered with long spikes, most of the spikes holding a dead bled out body. There is a clear empty space on golden gate. The girl is scared but not fighting back, just seems to be hoping she will live while thinking she would die.

I realize my presence in the space (not as a dream, just in the area) and become frantic wanting to help the girl but realizing that I do not exist on the same realm. I have the thought "what if the girl is me." I watch as the guard lifts the girl in position in front of a spike. She hyperventilates but is unable to fight back. He thrusts her into the spike, and she bleeds to death with the other bodies.

Me, my brother and sister were standing on something like a big platform, jutting out from a really tall building. Like a balcony with no edge.
We were going to play some sort of game.
"I don't think this is safe, if one of us tripped we could just fall off the edge!" I said nervously.
My brother and sister both agreed, so they started laying down bricks along the edge, building up a brick wall, with mortar and everything.
"What the hell are you doing? When Dad sees this he's going to go mad - the mortar... this is permanent! You can't make a brick wall here!" I said. But my words made no difference, they built the wall on the edge of the balcony anyway.
My bro then brought along a little pet cage with a tiny monkey in it.
I sat down and talked to it.
It seemed to know what I was saying. It did some tricks, and over a few minutes it showed that it could understand me.
My delight ended when my brother (who is older than me, by the way) came along and picked the cage up. He moved it away, and sat down with a smirk on his face, hiding the monkey from my view.
"Why did you have to go and do that? You always do things like this - just as I'm having fun you come and ruin it, like you find it impossible to let anyone else enjoy themselves!" I shouted.

-dream recall jump, same dream but different place-

I'm faced with a menu screen of characters to choose. I pick an ape character.
I was standing in a nice looking town, a clean modern metropolis.
The little monkey from before was by my side. I can't remember much, except that we went through the city looking for my brother (I think). The monkey could understand me and followed my orders.

Eventually, I end up with my Dad. I'm still trying to find my brother to teach him a lesson, but for some reason he's wanted by the law so I can't tell anyone.
I walk into a clothes store. I go to the back - there are loads of urinals and cubicles, and random cubicle walls dotted around the place, so I decide to look around and see if I can find my bro hiding anywhere.
A beautiful woman walks up to me. She's a shop assistant, I think. She asks if I need any help, so I tell her I'm looking for an actual toilet, because all I could see was urinals.
"Jericho has some toilets" she told me, and explained where I should go to find it. Apparently "Jericho" was another clothes shop.
"So, is there anything... else you think I should tell you?" she said, batting her eyelids at me. I just knew she wanted to give me her number, but I panicked.
"Uh, no no I'm good. Super good, I'm fine thanks - in fact I have a lot of stuff to, um... goodbye..." I said, and ran out of the store.
I'm telling you, it was like a scene out of one of those embarassing comedies, where the main character just fails beyond comprehension.
I'm not quite sure why I declined her offer of her phone number, I think I was just shitting myself because a super hot babe just flirted with me, and I didn't have the confidence to act in the spur of the moment.

After I walked out of the store, my Dad said:
"What was that about? She was totally trying to give you her number, why didn't you ask for it?" in an incredulous voice.
"Well, you know, I don't even have a phone at the moment for starters" I replied.

And so the search for the store "Jericho" began. I think I walked along train tracks through a mine, and other things.
At some point I met up with my brother, but I can't really remember what happened.
Something about me being taller than him, and then... ugh I don't know, I'm too tired.

Fragment:
I'm standing in front of a window, looking down on a field or something. Strange chibi characters are playing below.
I realise I'm lucid, but... that's all I remember.

My Milk:
A dc who was supposed to be a bully was looking for some milk. He tried to get another milk carton but he couldn’t. I knew he planned to come after mine and I was just dam set on making sure that he didn’t get mine. I tried to attack him to prevent him from getting it and he pretty much backed off. This all took place on my street.

Monkeys, Black Holes and Tornadoes:
There is a small sand hill which has a small sand staircase leading up to it. A mother monkey is waiting at the top and tells her 3 children where are pretty small and are buried underneath the sand to quickly join her before the black holes come. They climb the stairs one by one. As they are moving up the stairs, 3 black holes which appear as 3 black cylinders with eyes come out of the ground. The children just make it before the black holes make it through and these black holes change into birds. All of a sudden, a fourth bird or something else which was flying and wasn’t part of the group gets sucked/flies to the top left corner of the screen and grows into a tornado. The tornado starts moving towards the 3 birds and the monkeys with incredible speed appearing larger as it got closer. The last thing that the birds mentioned to each other before the dream ended was “Even we didn’t do that”.

Thoughts: Really odd dream. I have been drinking more milk lately but I can't really explain that monkey dream, probably something random that was made up

The dream starts off in some sort of airport terminal. Everything is white and shiny and it looks very futuristic. The place is virtually empty, save for a few darkly dressed individuals wandering here and there. I cannot remember why I there but at some point I wander over to a row of arcade games situated against a white brick wall. As I am looking at the machines a robot approaches me. It is designed like an anime style woman in a lavander coloured maid's outfit. The robots face is vapidly blank and the eyes stare straight ahead in a fixed and unnatural way. I think it keeps asking me if I need something but it is malfunctioning because it keeps trying to say the same thing, before stopping suddenly, twitching and buzzing, and attempting to try again. I am disturbed by the machines inability to function, and it's unrealistic, inhuman looking face. I turn from the robot and walk away.

The scene behind me changes to a dimly lit bar and I can hear the sound of pool balls cracking together, bottles of alcoholic beverages clinking, and I can smell stale cigarette smoke. The din of people talking quietly surrounds me and it is only broken by random outbursts of loud, boisterous laughter. There are still arcade games around but they seems brighter and more flashier in this dimly lit bar than in the bright and sterile airport. I can hear a whurring sound behind me and I turn around to see the same robot I saw in the airport. It it still stuck in place and malfuntioning, though the face and breast plate have been removed, exposing the gears and wires underneath, and it's arms and legs are glowing softly like dim blue florescent lights.

There is a group of four men dressed in black jackets and sunglasses at one table and they are all looking at me. They look like cops or federal agents and I try to ignore them and walk over to an arcade game but the men get up from their seats and come over to me. One of them asks me to come and look at something and I follow him to the otherside of the bar where it there is better lighting and less people. There is a group of about eight monkeys, some sitting on table tops, some on the floor, one hanging from a ceiling light, and they are all causing trouble. All of the monkeys are completely white, except for a ring of black fur around their faces and black beady eyes. I am not sure exactly what type of monkeys they are, but in the dream they are refered to as gibbons. Several of them have upturned chairs and smashed glasses and lights, and the biggest gibbon of the group has ripped wires out of the wall from a nearby electrical socket.

The men in black jackets ask me if I can fix this problem and tell me to look out a window near where the gibbons are. When I do so, I am not longer in the dimly lit bar, but looking out of my parent's bedroom window at the monkeys, who in turn are now sitting on a wooden fence in my backyard. It is daytime and sunny and there is a breeze blowing because I can see the tree branches swaying softly. I am home alone but I have a great desire to go outside to the front yard to see if my van is okay. I cannot explain it, but I just know that the gibbons are a threat to my vehicle. Sure enough, when I go out to the driveway, the monkeys are there and attempting to damage my 1986 Wesfalia van. One has successfully pulled a strip of rubber off one side and the others pound and jump on it while screeching angrily.

I pick up a large branch that has fallen from a tree in the yard and take a swing at the nearest gibbon. The branch is heavy and too large for me to handle with any decent dexterity and the creature easily dodges the sluggish maneuver. It jumps down onto the grass, runs in a few angry circles before charging me. I anticipate it's attack and swing again, this time making contact and knocking it back across the lawn. The monkey lays motionless, face down in the grass, but I have not killed it because I can still see it breathing. The rest of the gibbons, who had stopped destroying my van to watch the fight, become enraged and all attack me at once. I remember bracing myself and swing the branch but I cannot rememeber the end of this dream.

Morning of September 9, 1985. Monday.



Watch out…for the horrible vampiric monster…the…Jacuzzi!

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I have said before that I have had hardly any serious nightmares in my life. The more vivid one in my young adult years was during an early afternoon nap. This was the first version of a short series of dreams (only the first one being an actual nightmare), where the name was semi-lucidly altered to something like “Chalcosi” (from “chalcosis” - or chronic copper poisoning), relative to their skin having a paler copper-color when dying.

It was of a horrible legendary creature that supposedly only lived seven weeks. They liked to eat people. They were to blame for the majority of missing people cases. I somehow fell in love with a “teenage” (in appearance only) version of the vampiric creature who I spent time with on a couch in the middle of the night as the rest of her family went out to eat people. This creature was born as a dangerous albino snake with boa-constrictor-like potential. It then changed into a killer albino tree-dwelling rabbit that sometimes leaped upon people at night. It then becomes a larger lemur-like creature (still albino) - becoming more monkey-like in some ways, and eventually an albino human-like creature with somewhat shark-like teeth (and growing as such, a lost one always being replaced, but almost immediately). As they neared death, their skin became a slight coppery color. Their hair was always white. I guess sometimes they wore wigs and sunglasses to hide their true identity, as their eyes remained snake-like. They lived in groups of a dozen or so at various ages.

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Of course, again, this horrifying creature was known as…

A Jacuzzi! Watch out for the Jacuzzis, they are coming to eat your neighbors!

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I awoke from the first version of this in a strange hypnopompic state. I felt dizzy and out of place and was hearing applause and disembodied voices, including the impression of a cheerful announcer talking about someone winning a Jacuzzi on “The Price is Right” - this as I saw the faces of the creatures fading in disorienting spirals. It was only then, after I was waking, that I slowly remembered hearing the word “Jacuzzi” on “The Price is Right” (which I only caught parts of now and then at a sister’s house during this time). I looked it up and finally remembered that it was a fancy whirlpool bath and not a dangerous monster.

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Updated on Tuesday, 28 June 2016: I can now look at this and easily recognize an unusual atypical and subliminal form of water induction (since “Jacuzzi” is a hot tub brand and in fact a whirlpool bathtub implies an essence of the Merkaba as a tornado does) and the strong metaphorical references to circadian rhythms (and even evolution). Albinos also symbolically represent moon induction (which is often linked to water induction relative to the symbolic “tidal” shifting of consciousness in dreaming and waking). Even more curiously, “Jacuzzi” rhymes with “Suzi”, the anglicized form of my wife Zsuzsanna’s first name, more relevant here as I have a relationship with this female Jacuzzi. The unlikely rabbit stage is a symbol for something emerging from the unconscious mind as a rabbit lives in a burrow and even this was a Source clue, as Zsuzsanna lived in Maryborough when we first made contact. Not only that, the age of the girl matched Zsuzsanna’s age from this time period - and to add to that even more curiously, she had a period where she drew vampire animals (and certainly not everyone has an interest as such). This is all very interesting and in fact, validates yet again that most dreams have precognitive layers of one form or another.