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Morning of September 11, 2015. Friday.



The intersection setting has been more recurring of late, though I am not certain as to why. I suppose it could relate to a metaphorical “crossroads” in regard to trying to solve certain mysteries through extensive research and not really making as much progress as I would like (though I have achieved some amazing new breakthroughs). On the other hand, it could simply be an in-dream metaphor for the choice of remaining either at apex lucidity or choosing to become passive. Although this dream is lucid, it becomes quite distorted, as I mostly remain passive in order to observe, especially things like writing, though which I cannot fully read at any point as it is.

My dream seems to start near an unknown intersection, though vaguely reminds me of Stadcor Street (in Australia) as well as King Street (in America). The setting is ambiguous though and seems to be indoors and out on the street at the same time. In fact, I even willfully shift our location a bit so that the “floor” of the setting seems to move out of the range of any potential traffic (though I do not see any vehicles approaching at any point.) I notice that my wife Zsuzsanna, who is seated on her knees, and who seems only slightly puzzled at my manipulation of “sliding” our dream placement, has some sort of computerized display on the “floor”, probably an iPad, though a little bigger. The fairly large writing is in landscape format.

I try to read it and become completely clear and lucid for a short time, though this does not do much good as the writing makes no sense at any point. I notice the phrase “dog mxtre”, which I take to mean “mixture”, though it is mostly random letters and gibberish. There is something like “coup de gras” but mostly the screen is an incoherent mess of nonsensical words. The phrases do change a few times with one or two actual words here and there, but just when I think I am getting something interesting or potentially meaningful, I realize it is solely gibberish.

During this time I find a newspaper article on events in a park that also somehow relate to sexual acts that are not permitted. There seem to be at least a hundred by-laws that specifically limit the nature of sensuality. It seems very clinical and yet senseless, as if society is ruled by a “mechanical” mentality that does not even recognize the nature or pleasures of organic life. One of the phrases relates how the heel of the foot is not to be used for gratification in making contact with the partner’s bottom (regarding the cleft). I do not go on to read much of the rest of the long list.

From here, I seem to be in a room with my wife, though my mother (deceased October 2, 2002) is also present, along with a few other people in the background. The news is on, on television, and I go closer to watch it carefully, though only semi-lucid at this point. The news announcer is making references to how fantastic and amazing the sound of a snow leopard is. He goes on and on as the screen mostly shows the head of the snow leopard in profile, facing to the right. After several minutes, the snow leopard still has not made a sound, though I continue to watch. As the news announcer goes on and on in praise, there is not much movement of the animal. In fact, it looks a bit annoyed by the presence of the television cameras.

Finally though, it makes a roaring sound, still with its head facing to the right of the television screen. However, it does not seem quite real. The news announcer continues to jabber mindlessly. Eventually, the snow leopard seems to speak in a very raspy and breathy voice, “Hank…has not been…ly…ing” (“Hank has not been lying” - in reference to the implied but false “honesty” of the news announcer), which is very low-pitched yet still with a discernible melody. I am aware however, that the video has been edited quite amateurishly to make the mouth seem to move with the words.

My mother rolls her eyes and subtly shakes her head and looks frustrated and somewhat angry over the news announcer’s attempts to trick people with ridiculous manipulated video and audio.

Yet again, my dream renders unlikely things my wife had seen with no possible way of me knowing. In this case, it was two elements; my wife being endangered by a thoughtless driver while walking near an intersection and also, as odd as it sounds, my wife had recently seen something on her own on television about an owner of a gray and white cat (similar colors as a snow leopard) trying to make it look and sound as if it was talking while it was meowing. However, my wife said the commentator in that case made a note that it was obviously fake due to the owner manipulating its sound as the camera held the same orientation as the image in my dream according to my wife. I have never been thoughtless enough to think something like that could be coincidence, especially as it happens continuously and often on higher levels of precision in imagery and events. I continue to remain baffled, not by continuous precognition and remote viewing since earliest memory but how other people do not experience this (or at least claim not to for whatever reason - it just does not add up).

12:45
I was a rich male teen. It was my birthday and my best friend and I broke into a cake shop because my businessman dad was too busy and my mom too much on a diet to giver a proper cake. When the police arrived, they discovered that someone else had already broken into the store as well, and something way more serious was going on further in. I couldn't really see what, but I knew it looked serious and I had to persuade the police that we had nothing to do with it. At first they did not want to believe me, but then one of them recognized me as the son of one of the most important citizens in our town and somehow that meant he believed me. When I whined that I had not even yet had my cake, the police let me have some, though I was still under arrest for breaking in. It was chocolate cake with lots of icing.

5:30
In this dream I had a younger brother and we were both minors still. The authorities became interested because they somehow found out that my mom and stepfather would at times leave me or my brother alone for the night. They called me. I explained I was 16 so not an issue, but my brother was only 12, and I thought that was an issue, plus it was not like he and I were left together, but he was left all alone out of some reason. Anyway, I made the case worse by mentioning something else the authorities may want to know about my stepfather - don't recall what it was for sure but it may have been that they also sometimes leave their dog alone over night while they stay in the other house with the cat and my brother. Meanwhile I was with my father. LClearly this dream was supposed to take place soon after my parents divorce and thus I was angry with my mother and her new husband.

In fact I was still so angry I had not yet visited either of their new homes. In this dream they had two. I decided to correct that. So we arrived late at this old mansion.

In the mansion there was this cat in the bed I was going to sleep in. I discovered that when it meowed, I could actually make up the words in the meows. So the cat could talk, but others could not understand, only me. Somehow, I managed to reroute my stepfather's cellphone, so that when the phone rang, the cat started talking in the voice of my stepfather's brother, so the cat became the cellphone. My stepfather talked through the cat phone with his brother.

Later that night around 3:00 am or 3:30am my stepfather's brother actually showed up. He looked nothing like he looks in real life, but was a much younger, much slimmer, much handsomer, dark haired man. He asked my mother why she was holding a glass of wine, was there a party? My mom said that no, she was just having a glass of wine just because, and would he like to join her in some wine. He claimed that he was a recovering alcoholic though, and my mother should have known that. She said then why did you ask about the wine. He said he was hoping there was a party here, that he would have liked a party.

In a later scene I admitted to my stepfather that I had spoken on the phone with the authorities about the leaving alone of my brother and also of the dog, but somehow I managed to explain it in such a way as if the authorities somehow knew already, and I did not tell them of it first, so like I had not ratted on them. Btw, my brother was not with us at the house that night. Perhaps he was alone in the other house with the dog?