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I have been getting interrupted sleep the past several nights. I casually decided I could use this to enter REM instantly upon closing my eyes. I did this once recently while stressed out (Night Hike on a Freeway). This might be the first dream I ever remembered in which I was aware of being asleep prior to the dreaming beginning.

I saw an image emerging from the blackness. It looked almost like a small flower shaped hole in the dark. I could see a well light sepia tone scene emerging on the other side of it. -I became so excited at viewing a dream form from blackness that I woke up.

I laid still. I was determined to re-enter the dream. I have never re-entered a dream to my recollection. This may not have been the same dream, but the vibe was similar.

I was in the blackness, awake. A fully detailed dream location appeared. I was standing in the middle of the street looking at an old friends house I walk past on a regular basis. I lost lucidity for a moment. Then, as I watched, all these animals started to emerge from around the property. Raccoon's, cats, and then an adorable looking squirrel came hopping in my general direction. "This is a dream!" I said as soon as I saw it. (This moment is almost identical to: Super Lucid Blackbird Flying) I was thrilled. I turned around to take in the whole scene.

When I looked to my left, there charging happily towards me were four large shaggy dogs: Black, White, Burgundy, and Golden. I was so shocked by the closeness - I instantly woke up. (*)

Again I was laying in bed. I didn't move a muscle. This was not a feat of willpower, I was super tired. But internally determined to keep the dreams rolling.

I was in the blackness awake again. I saw a distorted face emerging a few inches in front of me. All at once, a mirror appeared and I was looking into it at close range. This sounds scary, but I was lucid. I started making various expression in the mirror. I looked more handsome than in real life. My skin was perfect and my flaws were gone.

(*PRECOGNITIVE*) When I woke up, I needed to pass that same house. I was planning to make it a good "reality check point." As I arrived I smiled. Looked at the house, then, I looked across the street. -My jaw dropped. Right there, about 25-35-ft ahead of where I saw them: Three medium sized dogs, black, white, golden - being walked by a 30-something woman wearing a hat.

The burgundy colored dog was missing. The real dogs were medium sized not large. I don't recall ever seeing this group of dogs before, although it's possible. I usually do pay attention to the friendly animals I cross paths with in my neighborhood.

In my first dream journal there was a tiny percentage of dreams that weren't quite precognitive, more like educated guesses Dream: 037 & Dream: 067. This 4-dogs dream is the first dream I'm aware of featuring:

1) So many different dogs together I don't know.
2) About 75% accurate and did occur asap almost at the exact location as in the dream.

I learned over the years that dreams produce: abstractions of people, mind tricks, fake conversations, illusions, distortions, false memories, etc. I never gave precognitive dreams much serious thought.


Supplements (before bed): 500mg of B5, and 200mg B6. First time trying this combination. I usually take one or the other. Generally, I've found these vitamins help with recall, but cause more shallow dreaming. This dream is consistent in general with past experiences without taking supplements.

There was a beginning to this dream that I forget. I recall I entered a fancy spa while it was still broad daylight.

I woke up in a male only wash room sauna/wash area, inside a large blue tiled steam room. There were a few guys in towels in the general area and they were waking up and walking out. There was a video intercom on. I could see and hear a group of female employees talking together about working at the spa... The video quality was low, like a low-res security cam.

One of the ladies was saying how there were a lot of gay men that absolutely loved this place. That they liked to linger until the place closed to hookup with other guys. -I became alarmed. I looked around and it appeared to be closing time! There were a few older looking guys with nothing but towels on. I wanted to leave asap.

I quickly ran up the stairs to a lobby area. There was that same group of girls talking. They went dead silent as I walked in wearing only shorts and a towel. They all turned and looked at me straight faced. I said:

"Oh hey ladies. I was just hanging out late because some of the guys seemed really depressed and I wanted to cheer them up."

-They looked at me really funny. I realized my explanation had not helped the situation. I wondered how I ended up falling asleep here in the first place. (Low level reality testing.)

But, the place was vivid and awesome looking. Polished wood and marble floors. Soft track lighting. As I looked around for my clothes and stuff, I heard a missed call from my girlfriend. I couldn't find my things but I felt embarrassed enough to leave without them. I decided to call my girlfriend back. Instead of the call connecting, a recorded message played: it was a strong male voice. This is an exact quote (I text'd it to my GF the instant I woke up):

"You have crossed the signal line and are unable to get through. I assure you, it is nothing."

--At this exact moment, my girlfriend text me and woke me up. (PRECOGNITIVE)

Dreams have a real penchant for embarrassing us. This one was hilarious to me when I woke. I am straight. Like my last recorded dream (Stalked in Dreamland), there was a shocking trickster element.

The voice on the phone bore a strong resemblance to my own voice. I have unrecorded dream fragments about reaching a prerecorded message left by myself. One other recording in a dream sounded like something I said in real life to someone. I couldn't recall the exact words.

This reminds me of Dream #043

Note: The past two nights I've had dreams about red shirts. My old job dream two entries ago, I was wearing one particular red shirt I own. Tonight, and after I recorded this entry, my girlfriend came over. She brought with her the very shirt I had dreamed about. I had no idea she had taken in it, or that it wasn't in my laundry basket.

It's possible, even likely in this instance, that subconsciously I was aware it was missing.

Sadly only the last fragment was recalled despite the same efforts as the night before...

I saw a blond sitting on a gray shag carpet in front of a fireplace. She was wearing a bright red shirt and her legs were tan and beautiful. Out of the fireplace was pouring thick dark smoke that was moving straight up in a column. No fire was visible. She was posed elegantly and I had the impression this was a photo shoot.

Morning of February 22, 2011. Tuesday.



I am shaving in what seems to be an unusual manner relative to location and distance from the bathroom(?) mirror. (It may actually be a mirror just outside our bathroom, although our house seems unfamiliar, but is like a composite of a few houses I have lived in with some features being of our present home.) There are several short periods of contemplation - through which seem like about twenty minutes total - when my face becomes a bright, shiny silver plate all around. During these times, I have various thoughts. These thoughts include ideas about not needing to shave over smooth silver. I also have trouble focusing my eyes to shave at times, because my face is so bright, as it distorts and reflects so that I can not see where I am shaving. My entire face is of a solid, polished silver “skin” that augments any light in the area exponentially. My eyes are there, but as outlined shadows of a lesser brightness against the “mask” of my “real” (in my dream) skin.

It would seem to be a transient condition that may be related to either reflected light or mood or even the time of day. Later, I seem to be back in my old apartment and shaving there as well, but my facial skin is bleeding everywhere. Over time, I start to worry that I have lost too much blood to live, although there is not that much bleeding from particular areas during a shorter time. There are only a few extremely thick and hard hairs left along the sides of my face, reminding me of tree stumps.

Again, there are times when my face is a silver, polished plate, with shadowy outlined eyes only - no discernible nose or mouth. I am vaguely worried I may die (during times when my face is otherwise normal), but nothing dramatic happens.

A connected dream, in which my face is also sometimes the silver glowing “mask” of “real” skin, involves three new daughters. Oddly, they seem less than nine months apart, the oldest being perhaps a year and a half or two years old at the most and the youngest maybe six months old or older. I am not sure of the ages, but I still question if this closeness of ages would be possible. It is also possible that the youngest is newly born. The oldest is named Rowena. The middle one (by age) is Tillie. (The name “Tillie” might have come from a comic book character I was familiar with for a time - “Tillie the Toiler”.) I am not sure of the name of the youngest; it seems we may have not given her a name yet.

The middle one (by age and on the northernmost end - the oldest, Rowena, resting to the southern-most side of the room, the youngest in the middle) keeps trying to stand, but falls over and bumps her head several times (but is not injured in anyway, although I have concern). They are all on the floor on a large blue mat. I am sitting on a (white?) sofa on the east side of the room.

Later, I am aware of our real-life children, but their ages do not reflect the time differences of my dream relative to the “newer additions”. My youngest son had not aged the two years or so my dream would require to be consistent.

We did have another daughter later on, but the name “Rowena” was not used as planned. Instead, we used the name I was “given” in a clearer-than-usual seemingly external “pulsing” event on November 22nd, 2012. It seemed to be some sort of communication of energy from the actual unborn child (in “wanting” and “saying” the name), but also seemed “rerouted” to some extent - it also seemed to simultaneously be in my own “voice” as if in reaction to something. It was also found to have happened at the same time a younger girl with that name died from a fall in the region (with the usual life-long “clustered” associations). It was on the 22nd of the 11th month. It was a 22-storey fall. Her last name was very similar to the brand of lantern (light-giving) my family used when I was young, and part of the area’s name was “Paradise”. I also saw the name several times after in different synchronous events seeming to validate our naming decision several times over.

In the past few days I've had really strange experiences with precognitive dreams. It is not unusal for me to recognize places I go for the first time from dreams I had before going there, but this time for a bunch of days I felt like I was living a huge déjà vu and that every step I was taking I was reliving several of my dreams.
I went to Brussels and Ghent for work reasons. I've been in Brussels many times, I even lived there, but his time I took a different route from the one I always take out of the airport. It started there, when I recognised a car park where I had a dream adventure some time ago (even before joining DV, so no DJ record of it). I had never seen the place before, only in that dream.

Then when I was on this bus to Brussels centre, I realised I'm dressed similarly to the dream of 9 Sep when I meet a friend at a library (on the same night by coincidence I also dreamt about Brussels). I'm wearing a skirt, leggings and some lycra socks that are kinda dirty. I am also wearing sabrinas, which is totally unlike me. I am going directly to the European Parliament, where my friend JF (whom I had met on this library dream) works. I think I need to take the socks and leggings out before arriving there or I'll be going through the embarassement of having to undress there, like I did in my dream, in front of my friend behind a desk. So, that problem was averted, due to reminding this dream.

Then I spent all afternoon and night working at the Parliament, in some office with some friends and colleagues. Here I recognised the dream of 22 Aug about a "casual 5* hotel". It wasn't really a hotel, but the parliament at night. I recognized the lobby with the black square sofas, the amazing staircase leading to the glass window "chamber" on the upper floor (not really a concert hall, but the look was still incredibly similar). Instead of the lake and plants in the middle of the staircases, there's a huge metallic sculpture on the centre that looks like a waterfall.
Then when we were working, one of the guys started to sing "who let the dogs out" and everybody joined in and laughed. Someone made a comment that we should have brought our dogs for company throughout the night. And I totally related this to the dream (dogs running around free on the hotel in the middle of the night).

Also, the recent dream I had about hacking a building was totally related to the Parliament experience. I stayed there all night, which was not supposed to happen - I only had a permit for staying during the daily working time. But me and one colleague decided to stay behind to finish a job in the office of the person who got us in, hoping the security guards would not kick us out. We didn't stay inside the office all night as we were too curious and wanted to explore the building. We managed to walk around, avoiding the cameras and hiding of a security guard (a lady) we saw at a certain point, but amazed that no one was actually stopping us. Only at 4 a.m. did they caught us, because by then we thought nobody would come to kick us out. We decided to sleep on some couches on a corridor and a guard doing a round finally found us. We were totally exposed and relaxed about it. A mistake. Oh well, it was fun while it lasted.

A few days later I went to Ghent and as I was passing by a really cute shop where I saw this basket full of teddy bears and other dolls, it totally reminded me of the teddy bear basket I had found in the security control room of the building I hacked (in the dream).

Also in Ghent I arrived at this street where I saw the scene from the dream of 21 Aug (that then I marked as a potential precognitive). I had dreamt of a certain beautiful building on a corner of two streets facing a canal and there it was. It wasn't the embassy of Switzerland - that was a dream confusion, because the next day (not after the dream, but after this day in Ghent) I was supposed to go the german embassy (work related) and somehow my mind foresaw it but mixed it up. Anyway, no doubt that was the same place from the dream, although the building was not pink but actually orange/reddish, but hey... In front there was a canal and I leaned against the fence to take pictures both of the building and of the canal, for future reference.

Later on, I saw this huge amount of people in bicycles and when I saw a particular family it got my attention - it totally looked like the part of the dream before hacking the building, where I followed this family on bikes. On the dream it was car-free day and... surprise, surprise: I found out then that it was car-free sunday in Ghent!
By now I decided I should follow the bikers as I did in my dream, and see where it would lead me in waking life.
Apparently to no place special. They crossed a bridge and kept cycling around the neighbourhood. I was tired of following them and stopped by the back of this huge building which I found to be a museum. On the back of this museum there was a nice garden and I just felt like meditating there for a while. That's when I found a koi pond in the middle of it. Weird. I had to do a RC just to be sure I was not on the moon
I did sat there for half an hour and had the most bizarre meditative experience. I actually tried to contact the dream world while awake and felt strange effects. I'm not saying it was not my imagination, but I felt weird, like a strong difference of pressure over my head, strong swirling winds started to blow in the garden and around me. It was strange.

Last but not least, while I was in Ghent I had also this weird dream that I was attacked, on a kind of guesthouse/restaurant, by some cult followers that kept saying "Simon says!" (haven't published this one yet on my DJ) and the next day I found out there was a place close by my hostel (a B&B and coffee bar) which is called "Simon says" - how odd is that? Unfortunately I had no time to actually go there, but the good side is I probably I escaped my attackers

No recall last night. I laid motionless in bed for about 5 minutes without the slightest fragment of recall so I called it quits and got ready for school.

I did discover something fascinating about my dreams though. I had a dream that should have been in my dream journal entry for Friday, and I forgot to post it because I wrote it down on a separate piece of paper and then completely forgot about it. It involved my math teacher handing back a quiz (the one I took on Friday). I got a 90%. Then for some reason my really nice math teacher turned evil, and not "oh I hate this teacher, he's evil" evil, but super-villain evil. Anyways, today I actually got my quiz back and I actually got a 90%. Even weirder is that one of my dreams from yesterday had to do with my day today. My family never eats California Pizza Kitchen, but my mom picked up a cheese pizza from CPK after work today.

Two precognitive-ish dreams in the span of 3 days? That seems pretty bizarre.

Morning of December 23, 2008. Tuesday.



In this dream, I vividly see a black fog. However, it then becomes connected to the “Swiss cheese” effect that I have not had in many years. The “Swiss cheese” effect seems related to “evil” (or at least negativity) as well. The three who seem to cause the “black fog” effect are also in my dream. Normally, I would see this as a warning - and it may still turn out to be as such. I think the “Swiss cheese” idea is somehow related to being able to see important truths or environmental facets to some extent even when much of the truth is not visible otherwise, or perhaps more mundane facets are blocked to clarify the “message” or to “force” the seeing of it via the “holes in the cheese”. (This “Swiss cheese” actually looks like a vertically floating slice of Swiss cheese, but perhaps more like a dark 2-D energy pattern, partially with the effect of a blurry flyscreen.)

One of them does some sort of maneuver to hurt my family and ends up slipping on wet stone and breaking her head on the floor (the setting seems to be some sort of ancient castle); it seems very realistic and “correct”. I feel resolved in this - that the danger is less than before. I even feel good about it, thinking it will symbolically be a part of the real world (vindication) as well.

Also, I had an amazing visionary dream, so beautiful as to be breathtaking in its large-scale nature and feeling of closeness. Thousands, perhaps millions of people, mostly girls of various ages (up to about twenty or thirty years) and from every culture and race imaginable - all equally beautiful regardless of skin color - from the lightest to the darkest, in all shades - singing throughout many scenes and environments, including some sort of place of worship - but far too large to exist in reality I would say, as it seems bigger than a city. I try to single one entity out, but it is impossible - as there are too many (although I am aware of each as an individual when I see a particular singer). They are singing for me (and my family) and the survival of my kind(?) or “species”. A few times, there seems to be far more of them than humans presently on Earth. The scenes are different, though. At times they seem to all be wearing a white robe; other times, various forms of elaborate (even bizarre) jewelry and costumes. There is something like a light remaining after their eyes and mouths open and close, which seems egg-like, of a shining, but “ancient” bronze-like property, which seems inter-dimensional or some such and having a different nature than their supposed origin (hard to explain). There is bright light. There is love. I have a slight uneasiness. They are like angels that can eliminate the human race with the blink of an eye at the right time. I feel an eerie sense of hearing this singing of a “higher power”. They eventually seem infinite as I study in awe. They are without end. I had similar dreams around age eight.

There is someone with a knife who is trying to kill an emu. There is a strange distortion in this in that there is a picture of it where it has hundreds of small wings. There is also an idea that my wife had another baby, but it is on its own and outside (although this is anachronistic in that it occurs in an older home in the USA before I met my wife). This “baby” is more like a smaller featherless emu - I am somewhat angry over how the emu/human/baby is seemingly on its own. I pick up my baby emu/human/mother/son(?) Many people are near me, including slaves from both Egypt and more modern times. There are flowers tied to a cage (recurring during this time period only). I ask an African-American (who seems to be from the 17th century - there are a mix of people from different eras) about working in a business office in his last “incarnation” and also talk to some supposed Egyptian slaves and others. There is a strong idea in my dream that “slavery” (relative to the human race in general) as such, now works at a more advanced, precise, and negative way than ever before (but far more subtle). A man goes up to an “infamous” woman and stabs her in the back at the same time she is stabbing someone else in the back, presumably out of revenge(?) She is not fully human, though (part emu?). Oddly, she tells him to stop doing what he is doing even though she should be dying at that point. The man seems to consider taking the knife out or becoming more violent to stop her from completing her act. I am not sure how it ends.

There is some sort of conspiracy involving Mesopotamia and the Tigris and Euphrates rivers - something to do with a “secret code” evolving with the alphabet relating directly to “clues” passed down for and by my “species” to survive in the world with the dominate species of “normal” humans. It goes on and on and on for seemingly an hour or so, but I can remember none of it.

Beautiful visionary states arise out of another “black fog” dream. It apparently has different implications than usual. The “black fog” is more and more solid, some sort of entity which becomes a gigantic face looking up from Earth into the sky. A face made of black soil, burnt wood, muddy water, and smoking ashes. The sky becomes a “face”. The “Sky-face” is made of ocean water, and cloud (water-vapor). I am trying to work out who is who. Is it Yin and Yang? There is a feeling of movement and spiral-related changes. I am not sure if the black fog in this case is “evil” and the sky is “good”, but I am aware of the relationship of “opposites”. The great “Sky-face” seems to invert when I fly around it (similar to the Necker cube illusion - that is - looking into a hollow as from the inside of a mask rather than from the outside). This divine(?) being immediately inverts itself instead of turning its head to make its face look in the opposite direction from where it was looking.

In real life, an emu named Mary was killed (this being the only time I ever dreamed of an emu being stabbed by a man and my dream’s scenario actually occurred in real life a block or so from where we live and at the same time as the dream). Link: http://www.abc.net.au/news/2009-02-0...-killer/281998

Morning of January 10, 2008. Thursday.



This is a dream from several years back of the very standard precognitive (often with precise details) affair. This dream combined the location of our shed at the time with a small building shared by two musicians in Wisconsin in the USA where I worked at Eco 3. I visited them only once while working at the factory where old tires were “recyled” into winter mats and sometimes other products such as restaurant kitchen mats.

My dream precisely revealed fairly odd details to come in real life, but it also turned out to be rather stimulating in long-lasting cheerfulness, which was really needed to strongly color my mood (as dreams often do) - as moving again after only two years was highly irritating and completely contrary to what we had been told about the house, which was supposedly historical.

In my dream, our small open garage was occupied by a different (unknown) family with a few children - something which would have been absurd in real life, as it was barely big enough for one person to occupy if they chose to. Eventually, though, there seems to be elements of a business regarding additional families and babies. In a few scenes in my dream, I am able to see activity regarding a few members of one family moving about at night with some of the lights off. A new baby of someone else’s arrives and is looked after by another family. Over time, there are bulldozers and dump trucks and the area is changing, yet I get a strong, clear impression that the other people will not have to move “with their babies” even though we will have to. A building goes up (replacing our neighbor’s house) with the biggest, tallest windows I have ever seen on any building (to the point of being very unlikely and even absurd) of which one breaks (considering the glass type and surface area, I am surprised they all did not break within a week in real life). Interestingly, this unfolded in real life as in my dream, with no real surprises on my part. In fact, I was actually waiting for it on the walks to our oldest son’s martial arts class once I saw the new building on that lot (not that I usually wait for precognitive elements to unfold - it depends on the overall feelings and real-life “clues and cues”). Our very large house was replaced by a very small building (especially for any sort of business) farther back from the street - which apparently is not doing much business like a lot of places around here. But, interestingly, it turned out to be a “newborn and family drop-in service”, which now has the same address as our old home (but open only three days a week, apparently)!

Ironically, my wife got a letter to go there after our last child - to “teach” her to breast feed. Of course the letter was ignored.

There were some surreal events in real life (regarding aspects of my dream) prior to our move, but of which are a bit too bizarre to go fully into. One real-life event, though, was when the house next door had been sold. The construction workers actually had their children running around while they were tearing stuff down. The kids removed all the fresh grapefruits and other ripe citrus from the trees and wasted it all by stomping on them all over the driveway over nearly the entire property. This inspired an additional enhanced dream element, which in turn, became precognitive to yet another similar event on an actual charity commercial much later on. The real-life PSA showed children wasting good (and expensive when bought in the stores) fruit by mashing it in mud to make a pretend “magic brew” to somehow help their parents to pay the bills. As usual with most modern media, commercials, and “messages”, it created the opposite sentiments than intended for my wife and me and I only found the PSA pathetic, causing us to think of why people would donate money to a charity that does not even seem to know the value of food (or implying that even children are that naïve).

Regardless of the bulldozers, construction, and general weirdness (including corrupt authority as usual) that followed the precognitive dream elements, the cheerful part of my dream was, strangely enough, a slightly faster metal (instrumental) version of the 1963 song “Dominique”, which is being recorded in our garage by a couple young men the other families know. The fictional instrumental metal version stayed in my head to the point where I can still imagine it clearly now (above and beyond one real version), even though, as far as I know, there is no such modern recording that matches my dream version. The tone is rather bright (with a very subtle detuned effect - not to the more modern extreme where it becomes highly annoying) and, although we do not listen to metal, this imaginary song actually feels and sounds “right”. I did not do much research to see if any possible version as this exists, but it would not match the beauty of the sound in my dream at any rate. (Also, looking at some listed cover versions, the last one was in 1966 with no potential to be like my dream version). It is amusing to think that I have likely listened to “imaginary” recordings more than real ones during some time periods, and probably more beneficial as well in the long run (regarding both health and general well-being).

Morning of November 9, 2007. Friday.



I am at our “home”, but the building is completely unfamiliar except for some furniture that we have in real life. I am taking a nap in one room when about five or six people come in. Most of them are strangers, but one is someone I have known in real life who is a bit of a bully (and rather strong) but who literally has some sort of congenital disorder and is unable to read or learn much.

This man shouts at me - something about me moving the furniture instead of him and the other people who are visiting - because only I am strong enough to do anything like this and am somehow supposedly shirking my responsibility in this case - everyone else should not have to do anything because I am apparently able to do everything more efficiently. There is some remark about me having “paranormal powers” (and that the older man is angry because of this - of which it is implied that it is the only real reason he is yelling after all) which is not something I would consider viable in real life, as it is not an “ability” in my opinion, just something that naturally happens.

Anyhow, there is a very heavy large bookcase near one wall. I put the tip of one of my fingers under one of the higher shelves and effortlessly lift it fairly high as if it was weightless. After that, I yell back at the bully and notice that he is only about two feet high. I say something like, “What happened to you? You used to be a few inches taller than me, and now you are way down there, only about two feet high…” The man kind of looks around like he is not quite sure what had happened, but seems only mildly annoyed.

I then hover in the air and swiftly fly to an area in another part of the building where there are many library shelves. In order to get past one area that is like a miniature hallway, I have to move sideways and do some kind of fancy martial arts while flying at the same time.

There are three Japanese girls (teachers?) that need my help in building something. It is like a school desk with larger visible screws set in a five-spot pattern (as on a die) on the tabletop (a pattern that seems to have had significance in past dreams, it seems). There seems to be another tabletop they want to put over (or replace with?) the original. The Japanese girls seemingly do not know how to use the drill (or perhaps it is too heavy for them), so I take it and drill part of the center of the tabletop near the center screw. I move it around and the tabletop turns into old garden soil and becomes hollow farther down. There is what looks like some sort of (Japanese) green grass lizard or Miyako grass lizard (except that it has two pair of “swept back” horns on its head at one point and a narrower “American flag” red-and-white stripe pattern on its back - and becomes or is already some sort of distorted horned toad). It jumps on my shoulder near my ear. In my dream, it is supposedly the most dangerous creature that exists (false memory), but I have no fear whatsoever. Also in the dirt is a “giant” lesser siren of a black color which then also seems to be on me in some way (which does not make sense, as it would otherwise be too large to sit on my shoulder or arm). I say something calmly like, “could you please get this off of me so I can finish my work” and wake up somewhat annoyed.

UPDATE (as in original journal): Precognitive (or remote-viewed) - when I went out to the living room after my wife was back from shopping - there was a toy lizard that my four-year-old son had picked to buy - no indication this would happen whatsoever and I had never seen one like it before. It really puzzled me for a few minutes as to how it “came from my dream” and then I finally asked what it was. (I thought perhaps it was an older toy, but again - it had just been purchased). It was identical to the one in my dream. I have noticed that the strongest precognitive (or possibly remote viewing in this case - however you want to label this very common yet unexplainable type of event) aspects of dreams often happen as the last portion, especially when seemingly unrelated to the main plot of the dream (such as with my “Silver Manta” dream, with the “graffitied” telephone pole in the wrong location).

I find it amusing (yet it is also sad and unfortunate) that people try to come up with “explanations” for something that is far too complex and layered to be coincidental and can only be attributed to something most people cannot truly relate to - or explain at all through scientific means (supposedly) - at this time in history. However, I do have the unfortunate task of living in a world with the “cop-out” mentality vs. the “occult” mentality, neither of which seem right to me even though I did marry the lifelong girl of my dreams with the revelations of my dreams.

Morning of September 6, 2007. Thursday.



There is this supposedly alien girl (unsure of from which planet) who is a friend’s girlfriend (Rick S from Chicago). However, she eventually seems more attracted to me and I feel somewhat guilty. She does not seem to care anything at all about her present or past male friends. She seems human-like at first (though does not remind me of anyone I have ever actually known), but her body parts keep changing into different things as she kisses me. Her mouth and lips come out like an extended trumpet-shape, even playing short musical phrases in the seeming manner of a malleable trumpet (but with more of a clarinet sound) and I feel all these weird, but pleasing sensations (I believe this can be traced back to when I was a boy and a neighbor girl sang to me through a longer tube). Her mouth and part of her head become flat for a time and forms something that also looks like our outside drainage cover in real life, and eventually fingers (or tendrils?) come out from the sides of her eyes to touch my face - all very “normal” to me in my dream - at least for an “alien” I suppose, and eventually, I feel less guilty relative to my friend’s failure to keep the alien girl interested in him.

Her chest opens up and flutters like pages of a book with her singing in an unknown language. It seems to be some sort of complex skeletal system that does this during arousal (thin layers of bone or tissue that look just like pages of a book turning, that is - some sort of weird heart muscles as well - which is apparently similar to a spider’s so-called book lungs in some ways). I am almost sure that I see writing in her alien language - which looks a lot like Armenian mixed with little sketches of plumbing systems - but then I see it is actually red blood-vein patterns.

Prior to waking, my friend “warns” me that “water keeps coming out of her”, and supposedly it never stops. I seem to already know this and just shrug and go off to find her again as I wake.

This was the second precognitive dream of this date. A little later, when I am awake, my wife tells me that the drainage system has been overflowing and “water keeps coming back out” - this is the first time this has happened at this address. Precognition seemed to more clearly dominate two of this date’s dreams, more integrated than usual and visually precise, especially as the “face” of the drainage cover also appeared in-dream.

Morning of April 19, 2007. Thursday.



My family and I are back at the apartment we used to live in about two years ago. However, our mentally disabled neighbor (to the south of us in real life on Barolin Street, in the halfway house) lives across the street in a semitrailer, but there is only a vague scene where he appears making some sort of loud animal noises as he does in life, but only for a short time. The semitrailer seems to be completely empty but he still lives there. (In real life, he had shouted gibberish at random times day and night , so it is possible he shouted once or twice and it became part of my dream.)

There are not many buildings around other than the four-block apartment complex we live in in-dream. The other three units have not been lived in for a long time, and I get this strong feeling that the whole area is going to eventually become part of a new development project within a month or so (this aspect turned out to be precognitive as well as the other precognitive layer described below). The area is completely different to real life, though. The four-block set of units is actually right on the edge of a cliff in a sort of triangular section with our apartment seeming the most safe. Actually, the ground has fallen out from underneath a couple of them already, making them unsafe. The apartment we live in is actually closest to the slightly curved road and there is the idea that the other apartments are not even safe enough to walk around in now. There is also a newer road below, part of it going directly under the apartment complex area. I soon notice that I can actually look through the window of one of the empty apartments and look down and see through gaps in the floor and down to the road below, where I notice a truck passing underneath.

I have a strong awareness that the owner of the place has not done any maintenance for a few years. I am also aware that there are stoves and refrigerators in the other apartments, but in poor condition. I put my hand on the outer wall of one of the apartment units, and there is almost immediately a rumbling, and dirt falling from everywhere around the unit. The whole apartment unit collapses down off from the cliff to the more solid ground below. It is about four stories down. This - from one brief touch of my hand.

I start to become more concerned about our own living area. Surely it must be fairly safe? A woman of about forty appears at around the same time I start to wonder about our apartment. Sure enough, when I start to open the front door, our whole apartment starts to fall to the ground below.

However, all is not lost. The woman has a cardboard box, and, with no logic or sense whatsoever, manages to safely catch all of our belongings in the box before the dust settles. The idea that even a small portion of our belongings would not have fit in the box (let alone being able to be caught as the whole building was falling) never even crosses my mind. I am just glad we still have all of our possessions with no damage whatsoever - and of course, we also managed to fall from the cliff (staying in standing position) without being injured as well.

Interestingly, this dream has turned out to be precognitive on two levels and exact in terms of some of the imagery; a day later, there was something about houses in Canada falling in the same manner as in my dream, and it was something I had not been thinking about or had seen on television recently up to the time of my dream.

Morning of May 23, 1998. Saturday.

I decided to look over some of my many smaller, older dream journals (ones where I first wrote only a brief outline to write of in more detail in other sources, such as larger notebooks) and just threw this one onto the scanner as is. The original 1998 entry is exactly as it is here from May 23rd, 1998 and I had not even looked at it in several years. See images below. The entry reads (the printed data being May 23 1998 Saturday 143 / 222 Week 21) - this was also recurring a few times:

“Long, vivid dream about a pirate movie. There are many details and there is comedy in some parts, drama in others. It is about a sort of feminine male pirate and a tough, older bearded one and their misadventures in an almost science-fiction-like plot.
I enjoy the movie although it seems very impersonal.”

An additional scan from another part of that dream/dream set:

“In one part I go down into a part of one building and am near one gateway by The Land of the Dead. One asks me what I am doing there since I am alive…”

Looking at my more extensive notes, I see that I was writing a fair amount (almost essay-like) on “Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl”.

There is only one little problem. The movie, as I understand it, was not even thought of until 2001…and was released on 9th of July, 2003 (USA)…but there is a bit more, as, precognition often comes in layers, linked to several things at once, even when relating to many years ahead.

The most hilarious connection is the “feminine pirate” reference. Both my wife and myself (only within the last few years - as we did not see the movie until 2008) thought that Johnny Depp was far more feminine in that role as a “male pirate” than a teenage girl would have been - to a point of being near-surreal in its absurdity.

Anyway, in the pirates movie, the pirates were “undead” (which I would not call zombies, by the way). In another Johnny Depp movie (we have not seen “Corpse Bride”), there is the “Land of the Dead” exactly as I wrote it in 1998 regarding the other “movie”.

The “Corpse Bride” movie summary reminds me quite strongly of “Castle of Blood (1963)” / “Danza macabra” (original title), easily the most influential and most “lucid” movie of my childhood, “Gay Purr-ee” (1962) being the second-most influential.

Now, pay attention, very closely:

Johnny Depp says (see page) on (the Land of the Dead) “Well, Tim explained it really beautifully earlier, and so I’ll butcher it but he’ll fix it for me. It’s the idea that in life there is this kind of constant fear and obsession with death and the mystery of what death is and all of that, to the point of where people are unbelievably tense about arriving there, even though we all know we’re going to arrive there at some point. In fact, the land of the living in this thing is sort of super uptight and grey and heavy as a place and going down to the land of the dead where it could be heaven or hell or it could be purgatory, and it’s like 1920s Paris. Flappers and craziness. I thought that it was pretty amazing.“

And here from the information on imdb (on "Gay Purr-ee”):

“The film supposedly takes place in the 1890s, but the montage of painters doing portraits of Mewsette includes Vincent Van Gogh and Pablo Picasso. Van Gogh died in 1890, while Picasso would not exhibit in Paris until 1900 (and would not paint in the style depicted until the 1920s).”

Morning of May 8, 1998. Friday.



I am in a vivid dream, though not fully lucid at any point. I enter the post office south of our home (while it is seemingly closed) that I have only been to a couple times in real life. I apparently have a special key to open different post office boxes and drawers (recurring). For some reason I never see it as stealing (likely because of my awareness of it being a dream at one level).

I eventually find a stack of small orange packages. There is a set of large earrings and a necklace in one package. The jewelry is round and golden with an unusual and unfamiliar design oriented toward the center. Our surname appears in the newspaper at one point and I contemplate if this is because someone had “reported” me for having the key as there is something about being “caught on camera” in the post office.

This afternoon, in real life, I actually did end up going to the post office to pick up a completely unexpected prize my wife Zsuzsanna won; a baby diary and an instant one-use camera. Her name had been in the newspaper the day before (though we had not seen the newspaper until later today and did not know about the prize until later today regarding a pick-up ticket in our mailbox). Although she did not win any jewelry, the design of the jewelry was the exact same pattern as the picture on the camera (which I myself had not seen before).

Morning of March 17, 1997. Monday.



This was a vivid dream of getting packages in the mail as well as being aware there are many older unopened ones. One is filled with jellylike candy.

The other packages are related to some sort of subscription in eventually building robotic animals. There are many parts of different birds that have to be built into “real” birds but which remain primarily statue-like. The heads do have veins and gore hanging from the necks but when attached in the kit, they make birdlike sounds. At one point in the background, our son seems to be in a cage for his protection from the larger mechanical or electronic parts in the room, though this does not feature more clearly.

I soon notice a large bear head that also has veins and flesh hanging from the neck. It also has a couple white plastic tubes and metallic cables connected to it. The head is somehow “alive” and “breathing” with a clicking sound. Some tubes come out of the side of the head as well.

There are also two parts of the top part of a bear’s body; front and back “shells” with possibly real bear skin and fur and there are also attachable bear “arms” (front legs) and paws. I tell my wife to move away as I am ready to build the “bear droid”, as I do not feel fully safe with the kit, which was apparently a free year’s subscription from a cheap multilevel-marketing company which is also likely involved in scams. The front and back skins zip together at the sides when the sections are attached. The bear head actually complains about how long it is taking me to complete his form. I let it believe what it wants to, due to not feeling safe in contradicting anything it claims about the scenario.

I ask the bear head if it needs food but it says no; it apparently does not need organic food to function (though it may need fuel or batteries at one point - I am not sure and do not ask). I attach the head to the upper torso and eventually realize that there are no bottom section parts in the house - and the electronic or mechanical torso is not complete yet (apparently relative to missing parts of the longer subscription that have not yet arrived). They may not even send the rest of the parts due to postal rates rising or the subscription running out. When mostly complete on the top, it tries to lick or “kiss” me at one point but I move away. I am not sure if it is just being playful, but I am somewhat aggravated and am wondering about its “programmable” nature and why there would be built-in annoying subroutines as such. My wife seems somewhat worried about the whole idea of a mechanical bear “droid” or even a realistic though mostly stationary model being in the house. Thus far, it cannot walk around (at least very well) at any rate and seems slightly top-heavy relative to its incompleteness.

At one point, there is a knife in its paw which I take away without any difficulty and from there, I cut the head vertically in half, having had enough doubt about the whole works - and it then complains that I do not like it - almost as if it is personal. The “bird droids” make a fuss as I cut the rest of it up into pieces as if there is some sort of link (though I do not intend to destroy or even damage the birds). I awake with the sound of louder birds in real life.