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Nap after work:

.../I'm with my little kid in front of a crossroad where an old woman who's dressed in tattered clothes, sits still. The place is surrounded by rocks, it looks like the entrance to a cavern without roof. I cannot see the sky from here. It's not possible to go through unless the creepy lady stands up. Then, I realize she's a witch and the purpose of the game is that my daughter has to talk to her asking for permission to go through. I ask my kid to speak to her. My girl hardly builds a sentence and asks the creepy woman to please let her pass. The woman reacts and stands up with very tedious movements. My kid notices something is left where the woman sat. It's a toy which reminds me a little Garfield's figure I had long ago. This one, looks like the combination of a serpent and that cartoon character. We get in, then a voice says something about the worse demon from hell. I see a disgusting creature getting downstairs pulled with a chain by a masked man. It's hard to describe, it looks like the combination of a serpent with human arms and legs, and some other bugs. Its head looks like the head of a tapeworm. The voice describes the creature. I think apparently they are trying to build the most terrifying monster from hell. It talks about some glands, when I see some glandular bags fall from its neck. They drop a fluid and the voice says it's some sort of poison. It's more disgusting than terrifying to me. Then there's a sort of religious preacher who asks me to think about the most lovely moment I lived. I have to build an image about it. I don't remember what I thought but he says the image must appear in front of my eyes in order to create the proper spell. I don't remember what I recalled but he says it's good because of the heart beats where pretty intense. Then he asks me to think about the worse moment I lived with my wife and I have to remember all the hate a felt. I remember a discussion we never had and think it's good for the occasion. Then he says the purpose of this spell is to conjure both feelings and turn them into one or something like that. Then I'm standing on a known dreamscape from my grandparents town. It's close to the cemetery. I remember I had a situation where I felt a more intense feeling, when I was editing some videos. But now he asks me to remember a table I had when I left the city of my university. He says this table did love me and is waiting when I come back. He has a table in his hand and unfolds it. I think it would be nice to have my table back because of the drawings I made on it, although perhaps my cousin has already sold it. Then I'm walking to the cemetery when I see a couple of buddies having a beer in a corner at the bottom of some stairs. I notice I have a Coke in my right hand, and it's cap is in my left pocket. I put it back and walk to my pals. Now I have a cassette in my hand. I see it's a Heavy Metal band from the 80's, and I want to show it to one of them. He says something about he likes "Vibrato". I remember I had this tape before and there's a song with that name. I look for it but I cannot find it anywhere. I see the box has sort of magnifying glass attached to it, and I can clearly read the titles of the songs with it. I just have to move the box a little to surf on the titles. Then I find the song "Vibrato" under the live show section. I'm wondering when the magnifying glass will be broken when I start hearing a chorus in Spanish which stands for "Where is the lord of the Holy Hell?"/...

* Woke up by some people making noises with a trumpet or some...

.../There was something about my older daughter having a bad or shower on the bed and it was a little bit complicated/...

Date: 05 Jan

Noisy neighbors and dehydration = wbtb

I drift in and out of sleep. There's a short non-ld where I observe and discuss a huge dog, two other large dogs and their owners. We take pictures.

DILD: This one started right after the non-ld as separate dream. I was looking forward to an ld after the neighbor induced wbtb.

I begin to feel the surroundings and hear a gentle tune as if coming from a toy or a music box. I am aware. This time things happen much slower and I notice that indeed, it was dark around me and then suddenly I open my eyes and see. The room is bright and vivid and dream-like liquid. This is supposed to be our kitchen. I'm happy I noticed the opening of the eyes. In this official dream entry/realization moment the melody makes a concluding sound, it then starts again. I find one of those kid toys that produce similar effects and make it play. I still hear the gentle tune plus there is a second layer of slower modern music (like a techno beat) in the background. I enjoy this for a while, having the feeling that I left the tablet on and the music is seeping in the dream.

For my disappointment, I ascertain that there is no one here and I wanted to do the resolution task again. I approach the window and see that the neighbor's place is just below, there is a bed and his entire room is accessible. Without hesitating, I get down and end up in his bed, but then have second thoughts. Things look kind of real, what if this is rl and I am trespassing? I decide to do a nose plug, it fails, but I notice the feeling is somewhat different from rl. I'm kind of annoyed and can't remember any other RCs to confirm. Finally, I conclude that I probably wouldn't be that crazy to do this normally and resume my activities.

My hope was to find the neighbor in his room, but there's no one there so I go around. It's a huge apartment complex in an unknown place. I pass by the windows of a closed store, some really nice sweaters inside and I almost lose lucidity thinking about the brand and design. I continue on my way to see another store, also closed. It's dark on the streets, like the city in early morning with no people in sight, apart for a guy that goes in the direction where I came from. I think he is another neighbor and then the realization hits me that I can ask him. I go back and follow him to his place. He soon comes down being a completely different DC (tribal dots on his face) with two other DCs accompanying him. He claims they are neighbors. I also introduce myself as a his neighbor and ask him about his NY resolutions. He replies he doesn't have time now, because he just met the other neighbors and it's one per weekend thing.

I insist on getting my answer, "don't worry I am not going to bother you, just tell me what your New Year's resolution is". He starts talking but I can't catch the words, the sound is muffled. He mentions something about a woman and then after repeated questioning from my side finally replies "I want to be someone they always remember, always want to know". Oh, that is beautiful, I exclaim and repeat his sentence a few more times to commit to memory. Two other DCs come in. I try to remember my other tasks but before I do, the dream fades.

Dream recall from today's WBTB/naps.

Dream 1(fragments):

I am at home and there's some talk and stuff, during which i randomly feel that i am dreaming. I go to balcony which is open and fly outside with my wings. Dream destabilizes and flashes and i have to fly through balcony door again, there's a loud humming noise, i rub hands and it doesn't helps. Then i just think 'Whatever' and as i fly around not caring about stability dream stabilizes itself. The outside place is kinda unfamiliar and there's some kind of garage entry on second floor of one of buildings which i find interesting. I land here and remember about TOTM, i run around in quadruped stance a bit, trying to find a good place with wall and ceiling but dream soon fades out and i wake up.

Dream 2(fragments):

I was at home and there was this one plush toy which kept changing whenever i looked away, at few points it was a dragon and at some other points it kept morphing into various pokemons.

Dream - Lucid

I was giving my old cats, Ziggy and Pounce, to my old manager, Virginia. The room we were in had tons of black cages on the floor with animals in them. They were to be put to sleep; it's why I was giving my cats to Virginia...they were old and sick (IWL both had to be put down, Ziggy when I was 15, and Pounce just last year). I handed the kitties over to Virginia. She seemed very professional and emotionally detatched from the job (I suppose you'd have to be, wouldn't you?).

Then, I remember walking into my grandparents' house, though it didn't resemble any house I've actually seen before. I went through a couple of rooms, and found them in a wooden room. They were having a huge sale inside their house that had been going on for a long time, day in and day out. They were just getting rid of what seemed to be old junk that was all displayed, lined up on a wall by some windows. I saw Barbie-like figurines, an old Walkman CD player, among other things. People were coming in and buy them for garage sale prices. I think there were also some animals in cages here too, I remember seeing some puppies or small dogs; they were for sale as well. I saw someone, a man, pick up and buy the old Walkman, and something else from one of the bins.

I then saw Virginia again, and asked her about my cats, and if they'd been put down yet. I asked her while not making eye contact, because I was trying not to show her it was a tough subject, and it did hurt me. She told me that they had, saying one had just recently been put down. I don't remember what else we said, if anything. The animals at my grandparents' were somehow connected to what Virginia was doing.

Then, I was going through some more things to put out for my grandparents' sale, some more old Barbie doll type toys. I noticed that there were some on display already, and someone had made it so one of the Barbies looked like they were making out with a Ken doll. The Barbie was bent backwards, and the Ken was leaning in and "kissing" her. I kinda didn't know how they were even standing up that way, but I let it be for the time being; I'd fix it later.

I started to set out some small dog figurines. There were some that were already up there with the Barbies, but I guess I had some other ones. I remember specifically setting out a small, black, fluffy dog, that kind of looked like a Pekingese with a haircut. Its tongue was hanging out.



Like that, except for it was black. And also a toy.

I got out some more figurines, I remember one that wasn't a Barbie at all, but it looked like an old McDonald's toy, some superhero or supervillain. I then fixed the Barbie that looked like it was making out with Ken so they were both standing upright and not "kissing".

I remember thinking that though the stuff I was setting out was mine, I wasn't sure if I'd be getting the money for it, of if my grandparents would be. I figured it would be my grandparents, and I was ok with that.

Black means non lucid
Orange means semi lucid
Blue means lucid
Red means dream characters talking
Purple means possible shared dreaming person
Green means notes

Got it? Great! Now enjoy my dreams, and make yourself comfortable.


Dream #1 Fearless Hitman.

Im sitting around a round table with a group of mafioso bosses. One of the men Who looks like Steven Seagal, ask me if im willing to take out the biggest known crime syndicate in town. I tell them sure i can take care of that problem for them.

Im now on some rooftop looking thru a scope of a sniper rifle. The sun is shining and it is a calm afternoon. I spot a man walking out of a hotel He looks like he is some italian dude. He is heavy set and wearing a white suit, with 4 henchmen walking on the side of him there is a limo he is walking to. I squeeze the trigger hitting the man with right between the eyes. The men look around, but i am smooth and walk away off of the rooftop down some stairs and change my all black gear that i had on, including black gloves, black skull cap you name it. I stuff it all in a dumpster.

I am now wearing baggy blue jeans, a white t shirt, white sneakers my hair is down and i put a white baseball cap on, and put my glasses on. I get to a payphone and make the call to my boss and tell him..
"Looks like he is gonna be gone for a looong time."
The man laughs on the other end, and the dream fades and i wake up.


4:30 - 4:40 Am. Did plenty of intense subconscious training, and went back to bed.

Dream #2 Such a beautiful body. (TOTM)

Im in a mall walking around and notice a white lady who looked to be, 30 or 40 years old. She looked very attractive, reminded me of Julia Roberts. I sat down at the bench next to her, And reached in my pocket to grab my hawk coin totem. Im rubbing and playing with it thru my knuckles and say..
"Such a beautiful body you have."
I smile thinking about the TOTM. I open my arms and let my self emerge with her.
"Wha..what are you doin!?"
"Sssh, hush now. This real be quick and painless i assure you sweetheart."
"Nooooo!"


I feel myself emerged with hers and feel a slight tingle thruout my entire midsection. I laugh and look on the ground to notice my hawk coin totem has dropped on the ground. I walk hearing my heels tap against the floor as it echoes when i walk. I pick it up, and begin flipping my hawk coin totem in the air, whistling the entire time.


Grow Juggernault grow! (TOTM)

Im still walking thru the mall, and try and find my favorite childhood toy. I stop around and look for a toy store, and find nothing. I grow impatient and decide to summon my favorite childhood toy. I take both my hands and use my mental strength to summon a toy Juggernault. Nothing. I begin getting frustrated and finally yell..
"WOULD MY TOY JUGGERNAULT APPEAR BEFORE ME NOW!!!"

look around and see nothing. Im walking around looking and notice a toy Juggernault standing right in the center of the mall. I smile and command that Juggernault grow, raising both my arms up as i say.

"Grow Juggernault grow, grow Juggernault grow!"
It did not grow until i begin stomping my heels on the ground. Noticing, each time i did so..it grew. I continued stomping on the floor as the Juggernault toy grew in size. I laughed said..
"Grow bigger Juggernault, and do thy bidding!"
The toy Juggernault grew to an incredible stature, And it begin crushing stores and everything begin to become chaotic!

I noticed that the dream started to look a bit unstable and i was looking for my hawk coin totem to rub, and decided to try and rub my hands but the dream had already begin to fade, and i woke up.


6:27 - 6:45 Am. Did a alot of reality checks with my totem. And plenty of subconscious training.

Dream #3 Showdown at Xiaoyu's.


Im at a chinese restaurant. And there is this black dude there causing some problems to this asian lady.
(The black man talking)

"WHERE IS XIAOYU!? WHERE IS SHE!?"

(The asian lady talking)

"I DON'T KNOW!"

I stare at the man from my table, looking at him making sure he does not threaten the woman. he starts to pound at a nearby table, and gets mad breaking it as he pounds it.
I stand up and say something simiar to Bruce lee's quote from enter the dragon.
"The table, does not strike back."
(The black man talking)

"What!? What did you just say!?"

"Only a fool such as yourself, thinks he is stronger than any and everyone he threatens.
Well fight me."
The man looks at me with a shocked look and takes up my challenge.
I tell him let us fight outside in the back alley, he agrees. I take off a white suit shirt i was wearing and take my glasses off and give them to one of the asian women who watched nearby. I am now bare chested and wearing black dress pants and some black shiny dress shoes.

I get in my stance, and so does the black dude who is wearing a black dojo karate uniform. He makes his 1st move and i counter every strike that he throws in my direction.
To make it quick, i glow gold and take both my fist and strike directly toward the guys forehead. He falls backwards and looks knocked outcold. Everybody cheers and i end up the hero. They end up calling the cops on the man and a ambulance.

Meanwhile im putting my shirt on, and noticing a beautiful Asian chic approaching me.
(Asian girl talking)

"Heres your shirt and glasses."

"Thanks."

"Im Xiaoyu."

"Ah, so your the young lady that man has been looking for. You mind telling me why he was looking for you?"

"Its a looong story."

She laughs, and i laugh then i wake up.


Notes: Glad i got a good amount of sleep to finally complete both TOTM. My recall has been great so far, gonna try and keep my sleep pattern the same over the next few days.

Type: Regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

I was in the bedroom from my childhood, looking through things in my closet. The room had light tan carpet, a basic upright wooden dresser, and a bunkbed which consisted of red for the bottom half and blue for the upper. Or vice versa, I can't remember. The lighting was normal, almost a bit brighter than it I'd have expected it to be. My closet was the length of the room (with the exception of a spot for the door) and a few feet deep - the room itself was about 11 by 11 feet - and it had two sliding wooden doors.

There was a blue box in the deeper, left-hand side of the closet. Other than that, the closet was empty. The blue box was large, large enough that you could pick up and curl your arms around. Inside, there was a box of facial tissue, some unrecognizable toys, and then I pulled out a large Iron Man figure. It was probably about twenty inches tall and looked very realistic, and the toy itself was made of metal pieces instead of plastic. I knew that it was remote-controlled, but I didn't know where the controller was.

I put it to the side and proceeded to keep digging. After a few moments I found another, slightly smaller toy; this time it was of the Iron Man "suitcase" armor from Iron Man 2. This toy wasn't remote-controlled. There were many small pieces on it, and unfortunately some had fallen off, namely a shoulder, a panel of grey metal on the front, and the headpiece. I snapped them back on easily, and left the room with the toy, intending to show it to my sister. There was no door, but simply an entranceway to the left of the open closet. I ended up exiting into the house that I am currently living in, and walked right into the living room without going through a hallway. I forgot about showing the toy to my sister, and I don't think I was even holding it anymore.

The living room was square-shaped, about 20 by 20 feet, with hardwood floors, a flatscreen television lying on an obliquely-placed entertainment center in the corner of the room, and windows that went along nearly the entire wall. It was dark outside, but I could see that there was quite a bit of snow on the ground, probably ten inches or so, all shoveled into normal-looking piles on the sides of the roads and driveway.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was watching a commercial that looked like it was from the 1970s. There was a black bakckground. In the foreground was a side-lit vending machine. The vending machine was basically a clear, plastic bubble atop a red, rectangular stand.

Inside the vending machine were little robots. They were toy robots. An announcer said that the robots were made in Japan. There was a close-up of the robots. They looked like they were made of wood rather than plastic. They seemed to have been made in two or three pieces. A main piece was c-shaped, like an old telephone receiver. Then there was a rectangular shape that revolved within the c-shape. Atop the c-shape was possibly a small, marble-like head. The toy was red with yellow squares running down it.

I found something wrong about the toys. They seemed to be projecting a strange message about the body to children. I couldn't believe that the toys were made in Japan. So I tried to get at the toys, for a closer look.

I was now on a stage, where there was blue light, like a fake sky, somewhere in the distance, blocked by a number of black scaffolding pieces and stage walls. I walked into a dark, black corner of what now may have been a room. I saw a vending machine. It was huge, and the top half of the sphere was missing, so I crawled right into the bowl of toys.

Somehow I found out that the robot toys had actually been made in Germany. But I didn't seem to be able to grab any of the robot toys. Instead I grabbed what I thought was a robot toy, but which ended up being a thin, long pillow with a pink, plushy casing around it. The pillow actually spoke if you either pressed some part of it or pulled a string.

The pillow had said something strange, so I tried to make it speak again. I pressed the button inside it and bent it and played with its string. I may finally have gotten it to say something, again something strange.

Dream #2

I was in a car with my mom, possibly on a grey day. We had driven up to some hotel, which looked more like a series of townhouses. I was apparently going to stay here for some amount of time, for something like a vacation involving my family, but not quite with my family.

We walked into the front office so I could get checked in. Along the left wall there was a whole display of pornographic programs for sale. I picked out one that looked particularly interesting to me, a lesbian porn flick. Apparently you had to get a big card, which was like a DVD, and then a smaller card, which was like a calling card.

The larger card was yellow. The smaller card was purple. On its front were photos of pin-up style girls. On it back was a description of the film. Some of the language was porn-like and hot. But eventually the language became the description of some piece of classical art in a museum. I thought, Don't they think that kind of language is a real turn-off?

I had walked up to the front desk, where my mom was talking with the worker, a pretty, Asian girl. Behind the desk and in some rooms off to the left, everything was dim. I was suddenly on the phone with my grandmother. I was telling her about some kind of bad thing that had happened in my family, something involving either my brother or sister getting really angry.

I was walking around in one of the side rooms, which was now like my mom's living room and kitchen combined. I was kind of getting sick of telling my grandmother about the incident. So I told her that my mom had lunch ready, so I was going to go and eat it. I could see the lunch -- something like a birthday cake with white frosting and blue sprinkles -- being set on a counter cluttered with books and other things.

My grandmother was already pestering me to call her back in five minutes. I told her I probably couldn't.

I had hung up the phone. My mom, my brother, and I were all in a room like a living room in an apartment. My brother pointed to a picture on the wall and asked if that was by Henry Darger. I said it was and then looked over my right shoulder at it.

The painting all seemed to have been made on wood. It looked like it was four large fragments, not quite the whole painting, all within a wood frame of the same thickness of the wood on which the painting was done. The painting was mostly white, and it depicted little girls on a battlefield.

My brother had been concerned that this was a fake Darger. I tried to assure him it wasn't. On the opposite wall, right near a corner around which was a dim room, was another Darger fragment. This was painted on a huge block of material that looked like cardboard. The painting depicted two children in a deep, green forest. But the two children were just bellies and legs -- nothing else. They looked like the bottom half of Homer Simpson, except shorter and with green pants.

The fragment was shaped like a patch of camouflage, and it hung like a lone puzzle piece in a much larger, rectangular frame of the same cardboard material. I looked closer at the thick fragment. All the colors of the painting appeared to go straight through the carboard, as if you could slice the carboard at any width and find the same picture.

My mom started getting hysterical. She said I wasn't paying attention to her problems, and that I'd pay for it. I acted like I didn't care. But then she said something like she had a lot of ways to make me pay, such as getting me arrested.

I turned away from her. We were now in something like a subway car. Three kind of trendyh, young men all walked up to me. I thought they were going to start trouble with me, as usual. But they asked me if I wasn't the guy who "that tall, blonde guy had hit on the head on the train." I said I was. They all kind of cheered me on. They said they had all been watching me, and that they thought I'd handled the situation really well.

I was trying really hard to remember the situation. But all I could remember was that I didn't get intimidated and I was ready to fight the guy, but that he had walked away. I made some body motions, swinging my body back and forth and holding my fists up. The guys mimicked me.

I was kind of hoping the guys would get off the train. I felt like the situation could easily change and that the guys would decide they didn't like me. I tried to change the subject. One of the guys was wearing a t-shirt with the Superman logo on it. So I asked the guys about Superman.

Morning of September 14, 2007. Friday.



This was a longer dream than average and which mostly has a very stable and peaceful mood throughout other than near the ending.

It mostly focuses on two very large lions which roam freely around the area we live. I hold no fear. There is an ongoing idea of what other people might think when they hear or see two adult lions where we are living. At one point, my brother Dennis, whom I have not seen since 1994, is near the front of our house. There is something about him not being able to see exactly where he is on a particular visit either at night or in the day (and it seems to be early morning at the time, perhaps 4:30). The idea directly relates to night and day (relative to the sky) looking the same all the time (being fairly dark), and he complains about it somewhat before walking off. I am not sure if it is his state of mind or his eyes that are the cause of this. (I believe this related to his unusual real-life habit of visiting relatives, especially our sister, no matter what time of day or night it was.)

Again, the lions generate no personal fear at all. They are probably more like “guardians” than pets, but still “belong” to me to some extent. The sound of the male’s roar is very loud and raspy and just like the one I heard in real life years ago. Its mane is very large and flowing. I can hear their breathing.

I touch the lions gently and with respect. Later, several unfamiliar girls are petting the lioness as it is resting near one area in the yard. About five or six pet her head at the same time and she seems to relax and enjoy the human company. Other people are visiting and do not seem to be afraid. Only a few people on the street seem likely not to approach, but only undesirable people such as potential burglars it seems.

Not much happens, other than, again, a general good feeling throughout, and the two lions walking about in various areas near our house. They do come inside now and then.

There is also some cooking going on in the large kitchen, but some drunks and street people (whom I do not know) walk around and make very strange comments. There are friends around, but I am “sleeping” with my head on the table for a short time, still aware of everything. One stranger mentions something about how eating cookies makes your hair fall out, seemingly in the idea that one hair per cookie falls out, I believe, and they complain about some other food.

Later, my wife’s oldest sister calls me into a very large room and starts to joke about the strange street people there. The “joke” is supposedly really funny and relates to their inability to notice things; something about seeing everything in the house except for the toy scuba diver (which is similar to the Marx Nutty Mad but more normal, I think), which does not really make much sense. She is holding the plastic figure and pointing to it, laughing uproariously, saying how they saw everything except for that (it was in a cardboard box with three or four other toy figures including an unfamiliar toy walrus). My laugh is insincere, as I only pretend to understand why she is laughing so much, which also has something to do with an opening near the oxygen tank (it seems to have something to do with the oxygen tank containing alcohol instead of air and that is how they “cope” when “diving” or some such). The hole has a design that is also the Earth symbol, which is the simple design of the circle with two perpendicular intersecting lines inside of it. This is the point around which I wake, as my fake laughing is somewhat of a task and changes my focus and awareness.

The parts with the two lions is much like a recurring dream I had a few years ago for about a month, although that involved two bigger-than-life-sized stone statues of lions that “guarded” the front of our last house and only came to life when certain undesirable people came around - and then they were eaten.

From January 15, 1964. Wednesday.



This is an old recurring dream from around ages three to four.

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I am in a large old house with two floors and a large staircase. Some of the design is based on mahogany constructs or veneer at least. There is a familiar smell, somewhat like cinnamon at times, but later, a lot like that seemingly old but strong unusual wood scent (and for me, very nostalgic) that I used to smell when walking by certain old apartment buildings that had a wooden staircase and with an entrance door open to the public at street level. I only know of two locations in real life where I had caught that special scent in such a perfect way - one of them being the Rose Street apartments - which no longer exist, the other being in an area I only walked by a few times in another part of town.

The house is possibly partly based on Evelyn W’s house in real life (on Tenth Street in La Crosse) which was a place I visited as a young child and picked out “Little Red Feather” (which I have included details about in other entries) to keep, as I was given a choice to take one of the toys inside the large “toy box” (actually a large laundry basket) as my own and I chose a red plastic Native American figure in a kneeling position. I should point out that my wife Zsuzsanna had an imaginary friend called “Little Red Feather” (also as a child) long before we met, which is of course, only one of hundreds of very precise and incredible meaningful “coincidences”.

In my dream, an unknown dark-haired and green-eyed lady comes to the house to give me a toy steam shovel. I am not sure why; I do not think it is for my birthday or for Christmas.

Not much happens in my dream, though there is somewhat of a sense of being isolated at times. I sense the woman is “for” me but I will have to grow up and wait a long time before we meet (and she does not remind me at all of my mother in my dream, who I never saw at this younger age anyway). I remember standing around in the semidarkness at one point, wondering when she would return.

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It seems my wife-to-be (who was not even born yet) is somehow already in my path (or at least the detailed essence as such). There was no question on the appearance. She gave me the steam shovel “to dig or build my path to her”.

Night of July 29, 1972 to morning of July 30, 1972. Saturday night to Sunday morning (my dream had at least two “resets” and recurrences).



Finding things or validating unfamiliar scenes directly after dreaming specifically of them (typical precognitive and remote viewing hybrid) and with additional meaningful synchronicity:

Additional notes: While doing more research on my important clarifications and revisions (due to it being one of thousands of records that for me validate remote viewing and precognition hybrids - the main governing purpose of dreams), I discovered an additional oddity. This dream was obviously, in part, influenced by “War of the Worlds” (1953), seen earlier this day (July 29), as well as part of the “Miss Universe Beauty Pageant” prior to sleeping. What I found was that “War of the Worlds” originally premiered on July 29, 1953 in Atlantic City, New Jersey. However, my seeming placement in New Jersey at one point in my dream may actually be due to my association with Spooky the Tuff Little Ghost’s supposed “New Joisey” accent, and the television station likely showing it on this date purposely as an anniversary tribute (otherwise the odds are 1 in 365 by chance alone). Even so, it does imply synchronicity for me, albeit, in a more subtle way.

The Pink Machine Gun:

In my dream as a boy (age eleven, and during summer break), I had a toy machine gun that I was somehow able to defend myself with against invading hostile aliens (even though it did not fire “real” ammunition in-dream - it just made that clacking sound) - though the events sometimes seemed to be in the early 1950s (I do note 1953 on one billboard) as if out of a movie - and at times, perceived from a secondary perspective (for example, I watch myself look over a precipice at one point, viewing this from a lower perspective). At one point, the aliens seem to be “invading” a beauty pageant, yet remain mostly unseen. They are more human in appearance than the ones from “War of the Worlds”.

The toy machine gun had that pinkish Pepto-Bismol color like certain other features that were in my dreams at times (often the result of a mild stomachache during sleep), but eventually was a darker green. That (having a toy gun or even a real one and fighting the “enemy”) is probably a fairly common dream theme for a boy (or for that matter, anyone). However, my dream introduced a certain special feeling, an overwhelming curiosity about the real world relative to a certain location and the realization there were areas close-by I had not fully explored. I was also walking through a large round culvert as if going between towns or safer locations (though the one near our house in reality, you could only crawl through with difficulty).

I suppose aliens actually represent everyman from my view - or “normal” people and mainstream consensus. Because of my continuous so-called unusual and unexplainable experiences over every day of my life, even more so due to their continuous additional validations (thus discounting the typical “imagination” or “coincidence” cop outs), it makes sense that I see a greater part of the human race as “alien”.

In real life, solely due to my dream, I was compelled by the dream “residue” to explore our culvert in Cubitis. I had never been down to and certainly not inside the one in the front area of our house but I decided to try it. In the very middle (and I had to crawl in - my mother warned me later not to go in there again due to possible pesticide runoff) and found a section of a toy machine gun; the handle and some other parts that looked fairly old and a larger spring, the remains of which had the “presence” of what I had actually felt in my dream. I kept it for a few weeks out of curiosity but eventually threw it out. How it got in there, especially that far, I have no idea, probably a boy that had lived in the area years prior - an engraved date on one piece was 1953. The concrete block house itself was fairly new, newer than the culvert and highway.