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Morning of October 20, 2014. Monday.



In my first dream, for some inexplicable reason, a new “MacGyver” television series is produced. Somehow, a younger Carol Burnett (around 40 or so in contrast to her present age of 81) plays MacGyver. After the first episode airs, I read a review in which it is said that she is “too polite” as the new MacGyver. The dream seems fairly long but I do not remember the overall plot of the in-dream show.

My next dream is even more ridiculous. Dean Norris is the only recognizable celebrity in the “movie” although this time it is like a “real” setup on scene, which seems to be the porch of either the Barolin Street house or Loomis Street, or a composite of both and it seems later at night or before dawn. Even though there seems to be a (fictional, likely science-fiction) movie in progress, the people in it are somehow actually miniature, only about four inches tall. I am there watching and so is my wife. I guess we have something to do with the filming. The miniature people have to contend with “giant” cane toads, about five of them in different areas of the porch. There is a dramatic scene where Dean Norris gets hold of a (miniature) gun (taking it from someone else, I think) and shoots most of the “giant” cane toads. The camera zooms in on him when he is in a group of people standing around (in what seems somewhat like a bank queue) with some sort of suspenseful music playing.

Near the end, only four miniature people are left. I watch them walk south over the area where railroad tracks used to be in my Cubitis backyard, there being a lot more shrubs and various larger weeds, other than the somewhat sandy “path” left over from where the tracks mainly sat. This is unusual only in that I normally become fully lucid when I see miniature people, but here, I do not. Looking down, I watch them travel from my left to my right as they waddle along. There is a vague sense of the concept of elves, but they are “ordinary” people other than having been shrunken somehow.

In one other dream, I am trying to read the comic strips in a newspaper, but the paper is transparent so that the comic strips on the other side (of at least two pages) are blended (in reverse imagery) to the ones on the side intended for reading (similar to when you hold a page up against a brighter light) so that the page is an ambiguous composite of normal and mirror-imaged comic strips layered together.

The dream turned out to have the usual trivial short-term precognitive layer (this time relative, as usual, to something regarding precise style, movement, etc. in terms of expectation - why it always seems so obvious and stands out as such makes me wonder what is going on with the rest of humanity in not noticing this in their own lives - particularly as such layers stand out as more defined when looking back with almost every single dream). I have always been interested in the hows and whys, ultimately, especially regarding why the events are often so trivial, although usually reflecting (in a precognitive sense) the “most unusual” aspect of waking life within a particular time. “Normal” humanity baffles me, and this (continuous trivial and impersonal precognition, yet its being so precise) is the main reason why.

Morning of October 6, 2013. Sunday.

Dream #: 17,093-01. Reading time (optimized): 3 min. Readability score: 67.



American actor Russell Johnson appears about halfway into my dream as in his role as Professor Roy Hinkley on the American sitcom “Gilligan’s Island.” However, his essence seems closer to home as a local teacher or professor. I am not surprised by his presence.

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My dream takes place mostly in the living room of the Cubitis house (where I have not lived since 1978). My wife Zsuzsanna is in the first part of my dream in my old bedroom in the semidarkness (though she has never been to America). In the living room is a gathering of about ten cane toads. One of them, facing towards the south and underneath a larger metallic table (one my family owned in real life), seems to be aggressive to one of the others. The “mean” toad’s coloring is different, with a darker head than body. Another cane toad is facing him. The one with the darker head is slightly bigger. A fluid is spraying upward in a light but steady narrow stream and arcing down upon the other cane toad. It is a vivid image which I watch for at least a minute or two. The other toad does not seem to retaliate in any way.

Later, the professor is in the house, casually entering on his own via the front door, wanting to study the cane toads. I tell him about the seeming victimization of the toad. I go over to see that all that remains of it is a rectangular purse-like shell of tough skin with no head or legs, with top and bottom sections of the outer layer only. There is a vague association of a toad-skin coin purse, though also vaguely reminiscent of warped plastic-coated playing cards. There is also fluid coming out of the two pieces. Professor Hinkley studies them but I warn him about the toxic fluid, and he develops a minor burn on his hand from some fluid that leaks out. He seems very cheerful and shows interest in the events regarding the cane toads. He shows no sign of concern.

Later, Professor Hinkley and I notice that the other toad is near the front door and is starting to spray upward at us. I have to float, hover, and rise in the air until I am near the ceiling and out of its range. Professor Hinkley walks to different areas of the room and does not attempt to float. The cane toad, with its “fountain of venom” mouth, cannot reach me, but I am still annoyed at having to hover in the air and maneuver near the ceiling, though without much of a focus on physicality regarding weight or gravity, though the feeling is otherwise very vivid and realistic. My dream eventually fades at this point.

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I revised this entry on Tuesday, 16 October 2018, using my new readability software. I have added “telepathic dream” due to it being the probable cause behind the event relating to Russell Johnson’s death from kidney failure on January 14, 2014. There were too many clues in my dream for it to be coincidental despite (or perhaps because of) the mundane correlations. I had not heard anything about him or his health, though he would likely have been at least subliminally aware of it. The other threads that seemed precognitive may be a result of extrasensory awareness.

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There may be a subliminal association of “Professor Hinkley” with “Hinkler Central,” the nearby shopping mall. Recently, Zsuzsanna waited two hours to get the last wildlife card to complete the collection for our children, though another member of the public that had just entered the building went up and got the card immediately as it was suddenly available. (They requested an additional one, but there were none.) We also saw a cane toad in our yard.

My dream had precognitive threads. There is now a leak from the bathroom faucet. It is hard to fix because the cabinet is at a slight slope. When it is off, it is not flat, allowing water to flow past the new part (which I bought at Hinkler Central) and where it should be closed off. It might have worked if it had been flexible enough to cover the angle of the hole.

Also in my dream, Zsuzsanna had a concern about a big bug high on the wall. Afterward, something similar happened, and it turned out to be a big cricket that had gotten into our house.

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I explain this dream type further in “Dreams of Type PRECONAV-VSCPCEL, 01-15”.

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8:05 am

I saw an old man with a long beard teaching something.

I am playing a first-person game/movie. Someone was following me in that scene. I parkoured my way up a building, so I can catch the person. I also grabbed a hidden bow and some arrows with various effects: fire, poison, and acid. This game replayed a few times before. The person following me is an ally, so I don't want to hurt him. I just used a plain arrow to shoot the floor in front of him as he walks in, and ask him what his business was. The name "Gale."

We were fighting vampires. We were stuck in some sort of house or castle. I knew that a metal with a shape like a cross defeated them, but I can't find it. I kept looking around the place, and tried a few that looked like a cross, but not enough to be one. The vampires weren't affected. One was a spatula, I think. They're more like zombies, hanging outside the house/castle, trying to get in. If I shout "toad" or another animal (hound?), the vampires will flee. But like in any game, it has to be difficult. I see around four words in front of my 'screen' and they change rapidly. I accidentally chose 'tood' so it didn't work. I kept looking for the weapon.

An illusionist ally was trying to scare the vampires away. She uses a technique instead to summon toads. She uses an enchantment to transform the written word into toads (illusions?) to chase away the vampires. She burned the paper with the words into ashes, then enchanted the ashes so they transform into toads. Then I found the scissors! Shaped like a cross, perfect! Some of the vampires were already inside, and for some reason we called their 'parents' to tell them we have them. It sounded like they were our hostages. But we have to hurry, because they'll be here soon. I stabbed some vampires who were inside with the scissors, and they looked shocked and started running out. I chased them a bit, then returned. The ally who was 'chasing' me earlier was there, and he helped get everyone out of the area.

I was in a different area. There's a horse. A woman arrives riding the horse. She brought the werewolf guy's pet dog (looks like a smaller version of 'Lucky,' RS's pet dog). He carried him and ran really fast to bring him home. Then he ran really fast back. The woman was surprised. She thought that he'll bring him home using the carriage.

I saw them cross a stone bridge. There are a lot of trash on that bridge. People are cleaning it. It seems that it's their area. The place is used as a 'school' and when the school is out, the area is used by those homeless people to sleep or do business in (selling stuff). All proceeds go to tax, but at least they get to use the area for free when school's out.

i am standing outside, standing next to me are my mother and my cousin, i look down onto the ground to see toads living in giant green blooming land-based lily pads, there are a few green lizards moving about as well, my cousin reaches down to one of these creatures and with its mouth it latches onto his hand, he pulls it up to his face and observes the 4 inch creature before pulling off of his hand and placing it onto the ground. I then see one of these lizards, i put my hand near it and let it latch on, it feels like a suction cup. (here is a blank spot in my memory) i know see a grayish brown 2 in. leach like creature on my hand, i pull it off and see a matalic tooth in its mouth covered in blood, i say "they are like leeches, they have metal teeth" (the last thing i remember is thinking i have never heard of a creature with metal teeth before and thinking of the alien movies.)
in another dream i am in the passenger seat of a red truck being driven by my uncle, we pull into a large dirt parking lot and i get out, two other people about my age, female, brown hair, blue eyes, they look like sisters get out of the back of the truck, my uncle takes of back up the dirt road which we came here from. The sisters and the I walk towards camp, (here is a point where my dream slightly skips) now i find myself in the bathroom urinating while looking out a window, i see a red truck surrounded by green pine trees. i come out of the bathroom and find a tomato paste can sitting on gray stone pedestal near the foot of a bed. i begin washing my hands in it, a person scrambles out of the bed, he is only a little younger than me, blond bowl cut hair, blueish green eyes. he tells me "stop, you do know what those are for, right?"
i ask "what?" the former replies "they are for if the people get thirsty." i say, "oh, let me go empty this" and the blond haired person lets out a concluding sigh. i walk back to the bathroom and empty the can (when in waking life i would have simply emptied it onto the ground.) when i get back as i place the can back in its original spot i see a drill Sargent like person talking about the importance of having bottles or cans at the foot of your bed, i begin looking for anything usable for this and a hand slams down a large white plastic water-bottle. it is one of the sisters from earlier, (the dream now fades out and i wake up, my eyes are still closed and i haven't moved, i wonder if i should DEILD but decide i have slept enough and get out of bed.)