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I am a girl, and have gone to visit my mom's friend V at her house. The house is rather dark, and seems to be crowded wall-to-wall with pool tables and people smoking around them. I walk around and find a secluded corner as I hold my breasts. They have recently expanded, and I'm somewhat clinically analyzing the tropes of breast expansion fiction as they do or don't apply. I seem to be moodier and hornier than usual, for example. As I do this, my breasts start expanding again. With great pleasure I start to stroke them, and soon I orgasm hard, spurting milk. I run past the pool tables to find a bathroom where I can clean myself off, and the crowd laughs scathingly.

I had two dreams on October 7th, 2008. This is the first one, but it is fragmented.


I am in my own apartment and it is a Victorian style building. I am smoking pot and trying to avoid detection from a police officer who is across the street. I start Spongebob Squarepants and forget about the police.

Grandma is living with me, but she is senile and it is easy to trick her into giving me twenty dollar bills all the time. There is an entity living in an alarm clock but it has satalite capabilities and lots of wires and connectors coming out of it. I frequently have deep intellectual conversations with this alarm clock. There are other people/entities moving around the house but they are vague and hard to define, like ghosts.

The dream changes and I am in a school that is half destroyed and students rioting. I meet an intriguing young man who is interested in UFC and later he starts a UFC fight club in the basement of the school which has somehow merged with the basement of grandma's place.

That's all I remember from this dream.

Morning of January 1, 1973. Monday.



This was more towards just after one or two a.m., I think. I do not believe that there is any symbolic meaning or “message” other than typical meandering post-hypnagogic associations (though in my experience linked to random impersonal remote viewing or even foreshadowing). These are often solely incidental visual associations (relative to morphing), neither metaphorical (other than for the dreaming process itself, such as a clock becoming a bomb to stand for the process of waking up) or symbolic. Although such dreams may have beautiful imagery, I have never found them to have any personal significance and they seem to be a sort of Tetris effect relating to what was seen on television or elsewhere the previous day or in some cases, collective consciousness regarding a particular holiday mood.

A female toddler is standing and smoking an oversize cigarette in an undefined area (which I am not sure is indoors or outdoors though it seems more logically to be indoors, perhaps in a large hotel lobby). This act seems to make the immediate environment extraordinarily dirty with particulates of soot and even somehow causing small pieces of (mostly metallic) miscellaneous junk to fall or appear out of nowhere, such as very small broken springs, clock or wristwatch gears, and what may be broken parts of a toy plane and toy motorcycle. The toddler is also smudged with soot across her shoulders but happily puffs on the cigarette. The idea that smoking a cigarette will somehow cause tiny dirty springs and other tiny metal junk to fall from nowhere seems perfectly “normal” in-dream.

From here, I look more closely and realize that I am not seeing what I thought I was (though in actuality, it had in fact transformed). It is not a toddler, but a realistic doll (probably with a wind-up mechanism to move its right arm up and down to its face) and rather than smoking a cigarette it is blowing a New Year’s party horn (the kind that spiral out with a very annoying mid-range-pitched trumpet-like noise). Instead of falling soot, it is sparkling confetti (though there is an ambiguous association with real snow) that seems to be produced and somehow recycled (as a continuous display) by a machine. Instead of junk and broken clocks and toys, it is small wrapped presents which then take on a Christmas-like feel (even though it is after Christmas). I contemplate if I am viewing a new feature of “The Hall of Presidents” (Walt Disney World Resort).

This dream was related to a plane crash the prior Friday (which I had not really focused on), and a photograph which featured a “scarred doll lying in the mud” only seen after my dream, though this event may actually be coincidental as it lacks more personal detail and precision (for example, “automatic” association with Baby New Year, smoking, New Year party horn, etc.) "Eastern Air Lines Flight 401 was a Lockheed L-1011-1 Tristar jet that crashed into the Florida Everglades at 11:42 pm December 29, 1972, causing 101 fatalities.“ The question here is whether I was remote viewing the newspaper at one level or the actual scene (of the featured photograph)…OR…if it was visual (fractal-based) precognition relating to my individual path (and I had also physically been in that area in the recent past). Things like this are difficult if not impossible to attribute to just one unexplained mechanism (as most people try to do). (Even the extremely precise remote viewing of the Nancy comic strip on the morning of April 27, 1974 was discovered to have several additional unexplainable mechanisms at work - including a much older version of the same comic strip gag by the same artist - and validated associations I could not possibly have formed or linked consciously at any level.)