Morning of August 9, 2015. Sunday. This dream was definitely a form of remote viewing (likely metaphorical or skewed in some other way) since I recognized the perspective and layer of consciousness quite clearly. Although precognitive dreams have quite discernible layers as such (which was one of the reasons I started dream work from age six in the first place), they are often muddled composites (for example, of movies not yet seen or books not yet read combined with personal real life events). However, it did not resolve yet as such. About a year ago, a similar event relating to a website was exact (literal) and another type of “unexplainable” event happens continuously related to similar dream content, which I sometimes tag with “dream journal synchronicity”. Although precognition and remote viewing seem related to synchronicity at some levels, I am still not sure of the mechanisms involved even after experiencing it continuously for nearly fifty years (not just from day to day, but from hour to hour, though particularly more intense in the period from September 1990 to January 1994 in the path to my marriage). At any rate, once again I dream of a website, in this case, some sort of muddled combination of two websites, it seems, or it could be the one website with a filtered perspective (such as the two versions of the remote-viewed Nancy comic strip I had no way of knowing about seen together as one composite at one point). As remote viewing dreams do not follow the same “rules” as other dreams (in that you can clearly read what you see - and it never changes or distorts - unlike other dream types), I can surmise the meaning on another level, I suppose. I go to the webpage and in the upper left panel (below the titles and such), is a message in plain text. I have the understanding that the website has been bought or is now under the administration of another group of people. I sense that this other group of people who now run the website do not understand English very well. They have apparently changed the usernames of all the members of the site (including those who have not posted in a long time) for whatever reason. The text on the screen says (after some generic information about the website changes) “Your new username is Immaterial”. I find that somewhat irritating as this means that none of the posters will know each other at first if everyone has different usernames (though there is no focus on what other usernames might have been changed to). This could mean several different things. "Immaterial” can mean “unimportant under the circumstances; irrelevant”. However, it could also mean “spiritual, rather than physical”. I can say that my name is already spiritual (even though an opossum is an actual animal). The “blue” is the blue Merkaba and the opossum is my totem (though which I first thought was a fox at around age four as I only saw the eyes in the trees) and the representation as a heart (that is, heart-shaped head). The opossum was also one of thousands of validations in that my dream girl was to have a pet opossum, and of course she did at our first contact (though it was an Australian opossum).
Morning of February 12, 2014. Wednesday. Dream #: 17,222-01. Reading time (optimized): 2 min. My dream had a precognitive thread as a suspicious frame appeared on the dream journal website. It implied how you could preserve your anonymity by signing your name to a petition. “Preserve your anonymity by signing your name?” I blocked the source site. In my dream, my older sister Marilyn had passed away. I would not call it precognitive as I already had one that revealed a lot of what was going on before I learned of her illness. In real life, it seems unusual how so many people I had known were having issues (one of my friends seems to appear about twenty years older than me even though we are the same age). Even my jovial best friend Toby had a heart attack, which I learned the same day a brother wrote to me that our sister would not make it another day. On this same day, I also learned that a female classmate around my age (born the same year) had died in 2008. In my dream, my brother-in-law, Bob, is going through the house and working out what to do with everything. He is dismantling a small wooden cradle. I wonder why he does not ask if I want it. Zsuzsanna and I have a baby, but perhaps I should not say anything out of respect. Sister Marilyn never had children but did do a lot of babysitting. I get the impression that he is dismantling their crib because there is no hope of having children as a couple now. It may be a play on “cradle to grave.” My brother-in-law talks for about ten minutes. I feel unusual being in the house. My mother is gone, my father had died years previously, my sister is gone (in my dream), and Toby is in trouble. There is a brief appearance by sister Carol who tells me of Marilyn’s death (but she had already died in real life). He is talking with an unfamiliar girl, telling her he will be using many aliases. (He cannot read or write in real life). I am unsure what his plan is. Perhaps he intends to get loans (a play on “alone?”) with the people at the businesses or banks thinking they are communicating with several individuals. I think this will cause him to get too many different bills for the same thing, though he does not seem to mind that prospect. He announces “R” names for picking up his mail, and the girl writes them on a notepad. There is already a stack of letters. At least two include a petition regarding privacy, overdue bills, and possibly business models and donation requests. There are no other addresses. He will receive any mail with his aliases (as with “general delivery”). “Ronald? Or is that too much like McDonald?” I suggest. There is a short pause. My brother-in-law calmly says, “Yeah…” and leaves via the front door. I feel foolish over the name recommendation and slightly regretful at not giving him additional possible aliases.
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