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It was Arlene B's birthday. Celebrating in the beach. Sunset, or after sunset. There's bonfire.

People are toying with a ringworm or tapeworm (?), as long and as fat as an arm. It was only skin though. I assumed they took out its innards, or they flayed the creature. White skin, and it seems to have some sharp teeth. I thought they might eat it.

I walked a bit away from the group, and moved near the sea. Arlene arrived, and I greeted her merrily. She asked for her gift. I told her I left in the camp.

I also recall fire dancing, a dolphin, a cat, and an octopus.

Note :
Me talking
Midget talking

I´m at the gate of a big white house, I fly above and see an old water place in the garden, I try to summon an octopus in it. Does not work. ¨There used to be octopuses.¨ Says a little man behind me, sitting at a garden table.
-¨Where can I find the octopuses?
-This is none of your business.¨
I see a key on the table where the small guy is sitting.
-¨Does this lead to the octopuses water place ?
- Not tellin´ you.
- What part of my personality are you ? what do you represent ?
- Nothing, I´m not telling you.
- Why won´t you tell me ?
- I don´t have any interest in helping you girl, get away from my house now.
- You know you are just a dream character and I created you ?
- I don´t care. ¨

I grab the key on the table but the midget fight back. I push him and he falls over. I can see two locks on his chest. one big in the center of the chest, and one smaller where the heart should be.
I open the middle one and find a big book in his chest.
-¨Don´t read this I don´t want you to see me naked ! ¨
The fist page is illustrated by a young boy climbing in a tree. The legend says ; ¨This is how I escaped a thousand soldiers.¨
The other pages are only illustrated and show the midget (with a normal adult size) singing naked in a jail´s shower. The rest of the pages are picture of the man becoming smaller and smaller.

In my dream...
I was with my sisters, I think, at some shore-side beach town with a boardwalk and shopping malls built up around it, with restaurants and stores, stairs and escalators.
I don't know quite where this dream picked up, but we were trying to get into this swanky, special restaurant, and had to go through like a screening process. We got lucky tickets to enter, but then got zapped or shot with something, water or bullets, that left six little red welts on my stomache, lined up in a row, three on each side of my abdomen.
I was allowed entrance.
The restaurant was really pretty, on a roof top, lots of blues and whites. We didn't have to pay for the meal, yet it was a beautiful gourmet meal. Seafood.
(here's where it gets weird)
They were shooting octopuses up into the air with a cannon, and the octopuses would spin up in the air and then blimp out a parachute and swirl back down to the ground safely. They were very colorful and translucent, and it was fun to watch; but I was scared of what happened once they landed.
I was eating some seafood dish, and it was good; but then something caught my eye to the left. Some storage door opened...one of the octopuses had gotten out. He was huge, probably 4 feet tall, tentacles twisting and moving as he pushed his way out the door.
Then he looked at me. I can't explain how scary it was. His eyes were pure evil, surrounded in black, angled dramatically, furrowed furiously glaring, sheened over glossy, deep, black, angry stare. Right at me. It was like my vision suddenly tunneled and focused right on those eyes, horrifying.
I was petrified! He squirmed his way over towards us, and I think I stood up and ran. I ended up at a door, apparently some place I was staying. I now had an octopus myself, and it was on the floor, only it didn't look like an octopus. It looked like a cuttlefish, changing shapes and colors, morphing right there in front of me. Then it was briefly changed into a small, reddish-brown dog, chiuahuah sized...
I was on a ski lift, and I had an octopus around my shoulders, then it was a snake. My cat was there too, and he fell off the lift to the ground. I don't know how, but I zoomed from the chair in the air down to him, and picked him up, all the while with the snake around my shoulders. He was hurt, but he was alive.
That's about all I remember...
Definitely an odd dream with all the octopuses.


I can't get the image of the octopus glaring at me out of my head, so I'm going to draw it.
This is what one site had to say about octopuses in dreams: Octopus

To see an octopus in your dream, means that you are entangled in some difficult matter. Your judgment is being clouded. Alternatively, the octopus indicates that you are overly possessive and maybe too clingy in a relationship.

Which does apply...my relationship is shaky, and my boyfriend is really attached to me, and I might be ignoring my gut instinct that says I shouldn't be with him.

Morning of February 22, 1992. Saturday.



My dream girl (oh…except for one little thing - she is now real) approaches the Tree of Knowledge. There is a resonance whereby, though there is change, the form can still be discerned over time. Remote viewing comes so easily at times. For her, I was born, even before her own birth. Humanity has no answers or even a scrap of knowledge concerning my nature, but that has never been problematic in any serious sense.

I see the universe at the base, the roots alive, almost octopus-like. Above each root is an eye-like structure, the eyes somewhat catlike, though actually each “eye” is more like a portal over time. A spiral. So I draw these facets as spirals. Within these roots are smaller roots. On and on. Of course, everyone doodles spirals and many-eyed octopus trees with hooked roots at some point in their lives. Yes?

When she was much younger, Zsuzsanna drew a rather surreal image in her journal. Years later, when I was writing to her and her family, I drew a similar concept on the outside of an envelope without having any clue of what she had drawn. Once again, the truth unveils (even though she already knew who I was with my very first letter - after all, for whatever reason, she had found me and remote-viewed my life since her birth - endless proof; everywhere).

Being only one of hundreds (make that thousands) of similar occurrences, which is quite beneficial, as it stops ordinary people from wanting to be near one (faces of fear, faces of bafflement, faces of anger) - thus less misleading and misguided rubbish from their limited awareness of the universe casts one’s way - it does not take a genius to know the “cop outs” of humanity are of no value for one seeking truth in their own path. People have tried to influence me since I was very young. I gawk at their audacity and limited understanding. Yet there is still respect for them as living beings.

The first image is scanned from one of my wife’s old journals. The second from the envelope I sent from America to Australia (without knowing of the contents of her journals). This one is a freebie and for mild amusement. For all the ones that are “too close”, I have learned that most people do not have the capacity to either believe or understand. It is a predictable habit people have to run from the Source rather than embrace it and thus many always keep their back to it. I had nothing to fear.

Which does not mean, of course, that the universe is a plant-like octopus reaching out to grab you.

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”.