Last edited on 2005-01-01.
Notice: Some of the following may be offensive.
Since Fall of 1999, I have enjoyed the experience of dreams that reveal elements of future events. Since my dreams become more interesting, intense, and predictive, I decided to keep a log of them.
Glossary
AVL: Autonomous Vehicle Laboratory (http://interdev.uta.edu/reyes/AVL/)
Log
Each of what follows describes a dream, not an actual event.
2001/02/08: I dreamed I participated in an experiment in unhealthy lifestyles. I was required and did smoke cigarettes.
2001/02/16: I dreamed I visited Whitley and Anne Strieber at their home. We sat in a smallish living room with a tall ceiling. Whitley and I use telekinesis to make a ball maneuver through the air. We were excited.
2001/02/23: I heard a voice (similar to CSE@UTA graduate student Billy Harris’s) say loud and clear “hello.”
I later dreamed I had power to banish spirits of deceased people. The spirits were in various parts of a home. The home’s owner made money by charging admission for people to see the actions of the spirits. One spirit caused objects to move. I determined by revelation that the spirit was of a Jewish man with a Slavic name. I could see the letters of his name come into view in my mind’s eye. In my mind’s eye, I could also clearly see a Star of David with a symbol in the middle. I commanded the spirit to leave the home in the name of Jesus. The spirit departed. The owner of the home was furious that I made the spirit leave. He would not be able to make money from that spirit.
After my wristwatch alarm sounded at 07:00, I fell asleep. I was awakened by the sound of a peculiar car horn (or trumpet) that seemed to play a tune.
My interpretation of these events is that God will more closely direct me. Perhaps he has dispatched an angel to look over me (i.e., “hello”).
2001/02/25: I dreamed mom reappeared as a fetus. She had the same face and hair, but in miniature. I was responsible for her. She became smaller with time, until she was the size of a pinhead. I made the mistake of leaving her on the floor. A person walked into the room (which seemed to be a subway car) and stepped on her. I was very upset that she was killed. I regretted leaving her on the floor where anyone could step on her. I felt angry that my care for her was in vain. I woke up. This is the first dream I recall about mom since her death.
Colette also dreamed about mom the same night. Colette dreamed mom was in a small room. Mom looked small and wore black and white striped clothing. This was Colette’s first dream about Mom since her death.
2001/02/26: I dreamed Gabby did something so bad that I had difficulty thinking of discipline significant enough. I dreamed I spanked her.
2001/09/11, Tuesday, about 06:00
Scene 1: I see a dead monkey. It is cartoon-like, similar to "Curious George." It lies on its right side. It is small, on the order of a few inches, perhaps one foot. It is a mother. It has attached to it five to seven infant monkeys, all dead, all connected to the mother via umbilical cords, but the umbilical cords meet at the mother's navel. The scene reminds me of an octopus washed ashore. The mother monkey has tried to bite through the umbilical cord of at least one of the infants. There is blood on the mother's face.
Scene 2: I see a variety of dead insects, but they are gigantic: 20 times bigger than normal. I see a centipede, about 3 feet long. I see an ant, about six inches long.
Scene 3: I see two glass cubes on wheels, about five feet on each side. The two glass boxes roll from my right to my left. Each glass box is driven by a human, who sits behind a steering wheel. With each human is a collection of living, gigantic insects, each about 20-50 times bigger than normal. I see a giant mantis in one of the boxes. By the way, the mantis is my favorite kind of insect.
Scene 4: The driver of the first glass box exits. He is an Englishman. He explains his gigantic insects to me. Each insect has powers of some kind. The driver of the second glass box exits. He is a German. He is about to explain his gigantic insects to me.
Scene 5: All of us are on an auditorium stage. The auditorium is packed with people. The Englishman and German explain their gigantic insects to the audience, while a Frenchman and other European men await on the side of the stage to explain their insects. I am so filled with awe and excitement at the insects that I declare that what I have just witnessed must be made into a Broadway show. I declare it will be the greatest Broadway show ever.
2001/09/12, Wednesday, about 06:00
There is a Japanese family: a father, age 40s; a mother, and two children. All are well-dressed. I tell the father his government will no longer protect him, perhaps for what he has done. There is a sniper intent on killing the father. I tell the father the sniper will only shoot at him if he appears alone in the open. I tell the family to walk closely together. My shadow falls over the family. I look down at them from about 20 feet away. I am very tall. My shadow protects the family from the sniper. Incidentally, 2001/09/16 is "Respect for the Aged Day" in Japan.
2001/09/16, Sunday, about 06:00
Scene 1
I appear in my childhood home of New Rochelle, New York. I visit the Metro North train station. The area has been transformed from a lone station building and parking lot to a one-mile-long shopping area. Patrons can walk directly from a store to the train tracks. I go down stairs to visit a store. I take off my clothes to shower. I leave the store naked. Patrons inform me of my nakedness and I return downstairs and don my clothes. This process repeats about three times.
Scene 2
I meet a young black woman. Her appearance is disheveled. She explains how she will avoid contracting AIDS by manipulating her tongue during unprotected oral intercourse. I explain that this is ridiculous. She has a yellow paste inside her mouth. She shows me her boyfriend. He has the body of a man, but the head of a monster. I explain to her that her boyfriend is a monster. She ignores me an they lay down together naked. She looks up at his face, realizes that he is a monster, starts to scream, but the monster silences her in mid scream by biting her face off.
2001/09/21, Friday, early AM
Jesus Christ has returned and is going around "making all things new." (Revelation 21:5) He is out of sight, but nearby. My body is full of power to make things new as well. I walk from place to place in a city. When I enter a courtyard, I feel energy flow out of my body. It is a peak experience. The energy repristinates buildings around me. They become like new: cracks disappear, surfaces become bright, crumbled walls are restored. I am so excited by the experience I awaken.
2001/09/23, Sunday, early AM
Scene 1
I am a crewmember of a U.S. submarine in the Pacific during the Second World War. I have been captured, perhaps by the Japanese. I am on a pier with my captors. They order me to shoot a torpedo at my submarine was it passes from left to right. It is surfaced, but appears much higher in the water than a submarine would normally. I can see the top 50% of the hull. I am ordered to shoot at the submarine when it appears between two large objects out in the water. Either I know the torpedo is a dud or I plan to hit the submarine where it will do the least damage. I fire the torpedo from the pier. It strikes the tail of the submarine without damage. I feel relief.
Scene 2
I have returned to the U.S.. It is known that I was held a prisoner in Japan, but not that I fired on my submarine. I see that I am not extended post-war privileges, such as monetary benefits from the U.S. government, as are former prisoners of Germany. I see it is because I was a prisoner of Japan.
2001/09/26, Wednesday, early AM
Waking-state Context
- While employed for Reyes Engineering & Manufacturing in 1987, I made a sword out of stainless steel. I never finished it.
- I have a friend at Faith Assembly of God in Arlington named Dennis Martin.
Dream
I see Dennis Martin dressed as a crusades-era knight in armor. The time is the present. Perhaps he is dressed for Halloween. I give him my stainless steel sword. He is quite happy about his role as a knight. I see him kneel on one knee with his head bowed in prayer. He holds the handle of the sword against his forehead, just like in the movies.
The handle of the sword later breaks off. Upon inspection, I see the sword has changed. It is not the stout broadsword I made, but the blade and handle are thinner. The handle was held in by two rusted screws, somehow at right angles to each other. I wonder who designed such a poor method of attaching the handle. Of course the handle would break off.
2001/11/04, Sunday, early AM
I dreamed a woman announced she possessed a shoe worn by Jesus Christ. The shoe had been in her family for nearly two millennia.
2001/11/19, Monday, early AM
Dream 1
Scene 1
I make reservations to fly from one place to another place. The travel agent mistakenly assigns a second seat for one of my daughters, who will not actually be traveling with me. I forget about the mistake. I arrive for the flight. I must board a helicopter (I've never flown a helicopter). The flight is booked full. The stewardess asks me about my daughter, who according to her records is supposed to sit in the empty seat to my right. I remember the mistake, regret that I did not clear it up earlier, apologize, and explain that my daughter will not be flying. The stewardess says it's OK.
I look behind me to see Jose Espino, my soon-to-be Ph.D. student, walking from the back of the helicopter to the front. I believe he sits in the empty chair to my right. Jose appears to have ended his visit to Sweden and will now return to the U.S. by helicopter. I now realize the helicopter is in Europe.
Scene 2
I am made aware that Jose is not regarded as a good helicopter pilot. Evidently, on at least one occasion, Jose caused a helicopter's rotors to come in contact with some nearby steel support cables during a takeoff or landing. Jose and I (and I believe a third man) are given backpack helicopters. We use them to fly to the ceiling of a large room (we are evidently no longer in the helicopter of Scene 1), where we inspect the skylight. The skylight is pyramid-shaped. Each base is about one foot in length. The point of the pyramid points outward.
Dream 2
I am in Manhattan. I must get to a certain subway station. I arrive at a connecting station and am told that I must buy a "Metrocard". I do not initially understand what a Metrocard is (but in the waking state I do understand). I believe during my confusion, I accidentally board a bus, which leads me away from my destination. (I have been in this dream city in several previous dreams over a period of years.) The bus is unusual. It is over 50 feet tall. I look out the window to the street far below. I see the bus has skinny wheels that stick out from the body. Each wheel has a large nut at the hub. The wheels look like those of a toy. The bus driver is in the high rear of the bus. I wonder how the driver can drive from this location. I wonder how the bus avoids accidents.
The bus is filled with people. They recline in large seats. They are engaged in all kinds of activities. I make my way down and forward to an exit. I must exit the bus before I am taken any farther from my intended destination. I have to walk over people in their reclining seats to make my way. I step over an empty seat next to a woman. The woman is annoyed that I walk over the seat. She says something. I look intently at her face and apologize. I see she is a pretty Caucasian woman, but her face is covered with a shiny black substance, except for the left half of her lips. She says "kiss me." I think for a moment that it is unwise to kiss strangers on the lips, but do so anyway.
2001/11/21, Wednesday, early AM
I hold two magnifying glasses, one in each hand. One is slightly larger than the other. The larger measures about five inches in diameter. They have black plastic handles. I place them in various orientations with respect to each other.
2001/11/28, Wednesday, early AM
I am once again an engineer working for Northrop (this is a common theme in my dreams). There are many beautiful women working in this place. I especially notice a gorgeous black woman with long blonde hair. As she passes me in her vehicle (?) while heading in the opposite direction, I smile at her and she smiles back.
There is a large auditorium within the building. In the auditorium, two plays are being conducted: a Barney-the-talking-dinosaur-like monster with long, felt teeth eats a woman. The woman seems almost happy about it. One play is the production version. The other play is a practice version. I see more of what is happening from the practice version. I leave the auditorium.
I must ascend a short, but very steep staircase. The staircase features handrails on both sides. The staircase ascends from a low floor to a high floor less than one story above. The floors and staircase are actually integrated into a vast tree. I peer down and see the ground through the branches. I realize a tree has been integrated into the building and marvel at it.
As I ascend the staircase, an old woman joins me. She too must ascend the staircase, but is afraid. I place my back to the stairs. I tell the woman to stand in front of me. With her somehow joined with me, we ascend the staircase together (or she is slightly lower than me). She almost falls forward, but somehow I rescue her. I climb with my back to the stairs. We arrive at the upper floor. My back is now against the upper floor. The woman leaves somehow and I stand up.
I discover a one-man control center. No one is present. The control center requires the pilot to stand upright. There is not enough room to sit. The control center is situated in the middle of this large building. The control center features mirrors to allow the pilot to have a limited view of outside. The helm (steering wheel) has been removed, possibly out of concern that passers-by would turn it without thinking. I turn the hub of the helm. Somehow I now see from outside looking in. I see that I am inside a large boat, about three stories tall. When I turn the hub, I see that under the water, the rudder turns in response. The boat is in a slip at a pier. It is day. I see the water is only about one foot deep. I realize the boat cannot set out until high tide.
2001/11/29, Thursday, before 06:45
Dream 1
I am in the living room of a house, possibly of my house, with my wife and daughters. I feel someone tug at the back of my shirt. I know it is a spirit and not a good one. The spirit lifts me into the air and causes an apparition to appear either on the wall or in midair. My wife and daughters are alarmed by these events. I feel excited to float in the air, but I know I must soon rebuke the spirit in the name of Jesus. The dream ends before I can do so.
Dream 2
I am in a neighborhood of a big city. I stand on the sidewalk with others. It is day. I look overhead to see what appears to be an airplane diving toward a bridge in the distance. I think it is another terrorist attack. The airplane initially looks like a Lockheed F-104 Starfighter but changes into a modern jet airliner and then changes into a radio controlled model. The model is only about 10 meters away from me. I feel relief that it is only a model.
The model hovers or floats near me and the others. The model changes from a fixed-wing to a rotary-wing to what looks like a marionette puppet. Now there are three models floating near us. The people near me feel concern, not knowing what they are. I look to find the three people who must be controlling the models. I see three men in a two or three-story apartment building across the street. Each man sticks his head and upper torso out a window and holds a radio control transmitter. Two men are on the lower floor and one is on the upper floor.
Each story of the building has a dramatically different construction method. One story is adobe, another is brick, and another is wood. I tell the people around me that the models are controlled by the men in the apartment building. The people look at the men and realize they control the models. The men disappear inside the building.
Somehow I grab one or all of the models and bring them to the ground, slightly damaging at least one of them in the process. I walk to the apartment building and return two of the models outside the apartment doors of the two lower men (I do not know how I know which apartment hallway door corresponds to which street-side window.) I walk up one story to the apartment of the third man. His door is open and a female janitor works in the apartment. I walk through the open door and leave the third model just inside the living room. I leave quickly because I do not want the third man to know I returned his model. As I approach the stairway, the third man runs out of the apartment to attack me. Either he tries to attack me with a knife or I warn him to stop with my handgun.
2001/12/03, Monday, before 06:45
Scene 1
I am either on a U.S. aircraft carrier or watching a television documentary about them (I watched a few minutes of such a documentary on PBS on the evening of 2001/11/25). I am situated on the starboard side of the stern of the ship watching what appear to be General Dynamics F-16s (which are not suitable for carrier duty) attempting to make landings. Some of the airplanes land successfully. Others are not successful. One unsuccessful landing results in the airplane bouncing out of the landing zone and crashing in the midsection of the deck (This scene is almost identical to a scene on the PBS documentary). At least two unsuccessful landings result in the airplanes flying away, landing gear up, with the arresting cable dragged behind. I wonder how the airplane was able to "touch and go" with the landing gear up and how it was able to tear the arresting cable away from the ship.
Scene 2
This scene was so disturbing it woke me up. I see an aircraft carrier as if through a telescope or television screen. The image is greatly magnified. The image gradually grows in magnification and clarity, as if I move closer to the scene.
All the crew stand at attention on the deck. Their backs are to me. They are not U.S. sailors. They appear to be Hassidic Jewish men, all wearing black, all wearing the black fedora hats common in New York City. They "observe ship's discipline". In front of them are several other men, most notably what must be the captain on the right and a sailor on the left. The captain holds what appears to be an enormous lance, perhaps fifty feet long. He initially hold the tip straight up. He brings it down on the sailor repeatedly. Every time the lance snaps down, the sailor receiving the beating instantly snaps down with it, his back to the ground. It looks like a mechanism moving and not a scene with people. I marvel that the sailor accepts the beating, but as soon as it starts, he slowly walks slowly backwards, away from the captain, as if to reduce the intensity of the beating. The captain advances in pace with the retreating sailor. After several more blows, the sailor remains on his back. He receives one more blow to the head and begins to waive and pound his right arm/fist against the deck. I can tell he is in terrific pain. I feel great sympathy for him.
The image has become large enough for me to see the captain's face (or I have moved close to the scene). The captain does not wear a fedora. The sailor lies still on his back, bloody. The captain is seized with an uncontrollable anger toward the sailor. Even though the sailor is unconscious or dead, the captain attacks. This time the scalps the sailor! I cannot believe that a person can be seized by such anger. The captain walks away from the battered body of the sailor. The image is so disturbing that I awake.
2001/12/08, Saturday, before 07:00
I must check onto an airplane with my wife and possibly my daughters before check-in closes. For some reason, we must smuggle some kind of large metal object(s) into the airplane. We devise an elaborate plan to get the object into the airplane. We visit place after place collecting various items needed for the plan. At least one of the places we visit has appeared in at least one earlier, but unlogged, dream. One element of the plan involves two severed human feet. When I see the feet in preparation for crossing another security queue, I notice they once belonged to a black woman. I feel alarmed to see severed human feet. Several times in the dream, I wait nervously in the security line, wondering if what I carry will set off the alarms. I awake. I am not certain if I accomplished the goal.
2001/12/09, Sunday, before 08:45
I am the boom operator of either a KC-135 or a KC-10 (i.e., USAF aerial tanker airplane). My job is to control inflight refueling operations.
An F-15 approaches for inflight refueling. Once in position, the pilot of the F-15 step out of the cockpit and refuels his airplane as if at a gas station! I marvel that the pilot is able to carry out the operation while standing in the 500 mph airstream at 30,000 feet. The refueling operation is much more complicated than actual inflight refueling: Between the vertical stabilizers is a frame. The pilot removes a refueling cap and places it in a holder in the frame. The "boom" is replaced with a rubber tube about five inches in diameter. While the pilot refuels, I hold a plastic scale model in my hands. The model is oriented exactly as the F-15 before me. The model is of a different airplane, an F-105. I verify that the ordnance are aligned correctly while the glue dries. This is a common activity in constructing scale plastic models.
After the pilot complete the refueling operation, he returns to the cockpit. For some reason, the pilot must dive away from my tanker and call "mayday." I sense that this is a deception. He will actually bomb targets by surprise. As the F-15 dives away, it changes to a scale plastic model in my hands. The windscreen falls off, but I have a replacement part and do not worry about it.
2002/06/15, Saturday, AM
I seek a lunch party at a restaurant in a new town. One of the sought after party members seems to be a cartoon character, like Jar Jar Binks. I just miss the lunch party, but a person at the restaurant tells me it just left and may be nearby.
I look around the restaurant at the neighborhood. I see across the street an old building, perhaps a church. It has two stories. The windows nearest me shows the rooms are filled with water. The water is filled with algae and detritus. I see what appear to be enormous salamanders slowly walking around in the water. Each is over six feet long. They crawl up and down, as if to make their movement more obvious or because the space in which they crawl is mostly vertical. I direct others near me to see the salamanders and how peculiar the whole scene is.
The pace of activity in the water increases. Suddenly the salamanders erupt from the side of the building. A huge creature has been awakened from within the water and causes the eruption. The new creature is so large I cannot discern its overall shape. I can only tell that it has gray, lumpy skin.
2002/07/03, AM
Waking-state reality: Since August 2001, my oldest brother, DMR, has waged a legal battle to nullify our late mother's last will and testament.
I am seated in the first row of a courtroom. DMR presents his case to the court for why our late mother's last will and testament should be nullified. He sounds and acts ridiculous. I challenge him at every chance and he cannot answer. He finishes his presentation by bowing to the court and declaring he is the court's humble servant. This is the most ridiculous thing I have ever seen.
Waking-state reality: On 2002/07/05, the probate judge dismissed DMR's case.
2002/07/11, AM
I break into a neighbors house, ostensibly to steal. I do not recognize the house. The only people in the house are two or three sleeping/crying babies. I do not wish to disturb them. While walking on the roof, I lift up a corner of the next level roof . The area I lift looks as if it has been recently repaired, but I am astonished that I can lift it off the nails with my hands. Within the house is another sleeping baby. I lower the roof corner so as to not disturb it.
One of the neighbors returns home. He looks just like Farhad Kamangar. At first he does not see me standing in his living room. I call his attention. I lie that I am a concerned neighbor investigating a burglary I have just witnessed. He questions me, but I lie again. I am uncomfortable with lying.
2002/08/08, AM
The sun explodes. The sky becomes dark. Mankind freaks out. But a strong light glows in the sky from an unexpected source.
2002/08/13, AM
I am invited to smoke a cigar, which I have not done before. The cigars look like hotdog buns. I am careful not to inhale the smoke. The smoking experience is nondescript.
2002/09/29, 23:00:
I have the vivid thought that my brother DMR will sue New Rochelle Hospital for Mom's death.
2002/10/early:
I must leave part of a crowded city, for it will soon be destroyed. I drive through a new, glorious city. All the buildings in the new city are translucent, illuminated by a beautiful blue light at their core.
2002/10/10, AM:
My UCI friend Clark Savage Turner & I rendezvoused somewhere. He had to travel a long distance. I almost did not recognize him. His hair was gray & thin, almost bald. We talked. We became separated. We looked for our families. We met again, but our time together was up.
2002/10/12, AM
SCENE 1: (I'll try to remember.)
SCENE 2: An army of ancient (i.e., Old Testament) soldiers charges through a ravine. I perceive that they are not the army of OT Israel, but of a Canaanite nation. At first I see the commander. He orders a charge, but I see no soldiers. I wonder how he can succeed alone. Then his army springs into view. Hundreds of archers shoot their arrows into a soil embankment. Their enemy is evidently on the other side of the embankment. I understand that they plan to use the arrows as makeshift ladder rungs. They plan to climb the arrows up the embankment. I perceive this plan will fail.
2002/10/13, AM: I have a business appointment with the CIA or other federal agency. Outside the building where we will meet, I see Colette, naked, cleaning the building with alacrity. I hope the people will not discover that I am her husband. I wonder why Colette is allowed to continue to clean the building without interference.
2002/10/14, AM
SCENE 1: I am in my childhood neighborhood of New Rochelle, NY. I brush paint a scale plastic model of the Star Trek U.S.S. Enterprise (Constitution II class). In the waking state, I possess an unbuilt kit like this. The paint looks like dark gray dinge. I accept this & resolve to later "dry brush" light gray over it. In the waking state context of plastic model painting, this make little sense. Neighborhood denizens incorrectly identify me as Jeff Mancini, a high school friend. I correct them. In an effort to clean up, I pick up at least two animal droppings. The latter dropping is curiously oval-shaped.
SCENE 2: I work in the topmost office floor of the Empire State Building. I recall that I often dream about being perched at or near the apex of very high buildings. I gaze out the window to see the streets far below. The view is somewhat incorrect, allowing me to see a view of the street that should normally not be possible.
2002/10/15, AM:
I color my face & hair with a yellow highlighter marker.
2002/12/03, a.m.:
SCENE 1: I am visited by a "gray" in a strange house. It is four feet tall, with gray skin & large, black eyes. I feel I must hide it in a closet.
SCENE 2: I am @ the entrance to what appears to be a campground. There is an inclined dirt road that curves to the right.
flowing down the dirt road from an unseen source beyond the curve, comes a small stream of soda pop, & other soft drinks mixed together. They are colored light & dark browns. It was as if someone around the curve had spilled all the drinks for the campers.
Now there is a very short barbed wire fence across the dirt road, making a pretense @ barring my entrance.
I am made to know that the drinks were spilled by an absent-minded man who attempted to drive his truck away without removing the soda pop stand.
I am given a white plastic tray. Mounted/embedded in the tray is a small laptop computer, very small printer, pager, & WLAN receiver. I recognize the tray from a prior dream.
2002/12/11, 6 a.m.
SCENE 1: I walk to my office @ UTA. In the hallway, there is a large sign hanging down from the ceiling.
SCENE 2: I head to my office @ UTA a second time. Everything is different. Now I must stoop to go under the hanging sign. I cannot locate my office. Everything is different. I recall my room is number 337 & on the floor directly above me. In the office directly below I find Tom Rethard & another man. They are playing some kind of computer game, but all I can see of the computer is the keyboard (an input-only game?), which lays between them. Each of them has one hand on the keyboard. Each hand is covered by a black cloth. Evidently part of the game involves not knowing which keys your opponent presses. I recall that I have forgotten my driver's license, keys, PDA, & everything that I would normally bring to the office. I feel ridiculous.
2002/12/14, a.m.
The ceiling in a bathroom is made of stonework. Water leaks slowly between the cracks. The stonework appears to sag downwards. Later I sit in the bathroom next to another man. The leaking suddenly becomes much worse & splashes us. (Note that @ this time, I need to stop a leak in our house's big bathroom.)
2002/12/16, a.m.
I sit naked @ my office desk. Behind my computer, off to the right, and situated within a hole cutout in the desktop, sits a unknown woman who watches me. She is joined later by a second, smaller woman. The second woman also watches me from a hole in the desk to my right of the first woman.
2002/12/27, a.m.
Robotic organisms have evidently escaped from a research laboratory. Most of the dream is spent running away from the bugs, watching them kill people, watching other people try to escape them, & watching the bugs evolve.
2003/01/06, a.m.
Professor K whispers something good in my left ear. The remainder of the dream is spent trying to rendezvous with him again.
2003/01/14, a.m.
My wife dances. I am invited to join her in the dance before time runs out.
2003/01/15, a.m.
Inside a house, I see violent acts. I see DMR become injured. I regard him as he lays on his left side, looking up, struggling. I wonder why I did not act to prevent his injury. PAR appears & tells me that something will happen in the sky.
2003/01/16, a.m.
Waking state reality: my wife tells me she hears a noise outside our house. She moves GVR's mattress into our bedroom & GVR sleeps there.
I hear my wife mention the sound again. The sound approaches our bedroom. I am unable to open my eyes. I sense a being standing to my left. Between GVR and myself. I feel something come down on my abdomen. I am not afraid. I feel a burst of energy erupt from near my navel. I slowly open my eyes. Everything is as it should be.
2003/01/22?
Everyone is turning into monsters. They try to turn me into a monster as well. I engage in a series of flights & fights.
2003/01/23, a.m.
My church holds a special service. It will be Alfred Mooney's last sermon (Waking-State Reality: Alfred is a former minister, is over 90 years of age, & has not been to church lately because of health problems.). Mooney walks to the front of the church to give his last sermon. I see that the building is not our familiar Faith Assembly of God in Arlington TX, but actually Church of the Holy Family in New Rochelle, NY (WSR: A church I frequented in elementary school). I go to sit with some of the older members of the congregation, but I see that a rosebush encircles their area. I hesitate for fear of injuring myself on the thorns.
2003/02/12, a.m.
I feel the sensation of deep, French kissing for about one minute.
I enter a city lot. Arranged on the ground are studio models from some of my favorite childhood TV shows: Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea, Land of the Giants, UFO, Thunderbirds, etc. The models are all >= 1 foot in length. Some of them appear incomplete -- missing body panels. I marvel that no one has stolen them.
A sexy black woman invites me to play a game. The game is to propel ourselves up a scaffold-like structure by undulating our bodies. I emulate her movements. When we reach the top, I experience a climax that transcends the senses.
2003/02/13, a.m.
I am inside a room with large windows viewing the street. The room is slightly below ground level, so I look up to see people on the sidewalk. I see my late mother walk from left to right on the sidewalk. She collapses. I rush to her side. She indicates that her left breast contains a telephone keypad with which to call for assistance. She fumbles with it. I feel inhibited to touch her, even though I know what to do.
2003/02/22, a.m.
I am situated with a number of soldiers in a jungle clearing. We use a twin-barreled anti-aircraft gun to shoot down a WWII Japanese Zero fighter. It crashes in slow motion some 30 m. from me. Above me I notice an undulating surface. At first I think I am underwater looking up at the surface of a lily-covered pond. I realize it is a very dense camouflage net.
We are assigned the task of discovering Uranium in the soil below. 20 cm. below the surface of the soil we find it. It is a uniform, solid sheet of pure Uranium. It appears as if it has been manufactured. It is about 5 cm. thick & has a thin layer of water atop it. I marvel at how it could occur naturally in this form. We inspect more closely to discover it is actually made of complex bricks that interlock together. Each brick is about 30 cm. long. There are at least two kinds of brick. They appear ancient. Some of the tabs they use to interlock have broken off. I marvel at who could have placed them there.
2003/02/23, a.m.
Deadly parasites have been released into the world. They begin life as microscopic worms, but grow to become large, green leeches. Once infected, the host is doomed.
A group of PROC soldiers congregate in my home & shout how bad I am. After they disperse, I return to my home. I marvel that they do return to apprehend me.
I call a meeting of family members about the estate of my late mother. DMR shows up with a phony, friendly attitude.
2003/02/25, a.m.
I discover a cache of model kits, perhaps 50 to 100 in number. They are located in the middle of a large yard, out in the open. There are a number of boys in the area. They indicate that the adult male resident of the house is a child molester. Evidently the model kits are bait to attract boys within his influence. I spend the rest of the dream trying to warn people about the man.
I drive our car straight up a vertical road. I marvel that the car can do this. I wonder if I should increase or decrease speed. My wife & daughters are present in the car with me. We reach the top, arc over, & I begin drive the car straight down. I feel relief that we reached the top. I marvel again that the car stays stuck to the vertical road on the way down.
2003/03/01, a.m.
A large, suspension bride has been constructed between two areas. The bridge is unusual in that in the middle, it has a 90 degree bend from west to north. I marvel that the bridge was built with such a significant design flaw. An army wants to attack my end of the bridge. I see them run from the bent area toward me. I am led to believe that I must destroy the bridge to stop them.
I drive my car in a dense city. A law enforcement officer stops me @ an intersection. He asks why a sticker on the back of my car is not up to date (WSR: in Texas, stickers are placed on the windscreen near the driver. In California, a registration sticker is placed on the rear license plate). I wonder why the officer did not ask to see my identification. Upon inspection, I discover that the back of my car has about 20 different stickers on it. They are arranged haphazardly. Some are there to satisfy legal requirements, others are not. We locate the sticker in question. It is very small, about 2" wide. It features the logo of a large U.S. corporation. I marvel that a sticker placed satisfy a legal requirement features a corporate logo. I realize that I forgot to process some obscure paperwork back home. WSR: I resolve to go through all my paperwork today.
2003/03/14, a.m.
I design part of a road. I design a long, oval loop. This dream is a continuation of an ongoing dream-epic in which I drive over mountains, valleys, forests, etc.
I bring my first car, a 1976 Pontiac Ventura, to a service center. The technician states it needs a lot of work. I feel good that the car is finally being set right.
2003/03/17, a.m.
Two men build a sidewalk through the back yard of my late mother's house in New Rochelle. I marvel that my mother allows this to occur. My mother shows me a contract she signed allowing for the work to proceed. She did not understand what she signed. I feel angry with her.
Later I see my mother sitting in a low tree house I built as a child. Her right leg is withered, twisted, broken, & bloody. I am so filled with pity that I cry out in prayer for Jesus to heal her.
2003/03/22, a.m.
A student (possibly R"R"H) refers me to a website where I can obtain software to estimate the size of software development projects. I view the website on an enormous monitor, perhaps ten feet square. The page loads slowly. The website's home page features a portrait of what appears to be Krishna, the incarnation of Vishnu. @ the top of the page, it states that it is based in New Rochelle (WSR: my home town). I wonder how such a website can provide me with software for size estimation.
I stand on a bridge in a foreign country, possibly Ireland. A group of people want to walk across the lanes of traffic. They start to walk across, but not all cars stop to allow them to cross. Some pedestrians are narrowly missed. I comment that in the U.S., drivers would stop to allow the pedestrians to cross. An older man, standing to my right, agrees. I feel a strong affinity to the man (perhaps he is represents an older version of myself).
The man is accosted verbally by another man. The other man crawls along a fence or the edge of the bridge. My man ties him up with tape, immobilizing him, and places him on the sidewalk. A voice in crowd states that now is my man's time to execute vengeance. My man states instead that compassion will be the rule. Leonard Nimoy appears and states that freedom from attachment is the key to happiness, but the actual words he used were more like "freedom from care...".
2003/04/01, a.m.
I feel my father kiss me on the left cheek. I feel his love for me & my love for him.
2003/04/13, a.m.
I travel in a car. I stop at a home to sleep. I am invited to sleep in a dilapidated bedroom. I lay in the bed. I notice the wall is covered with insects, spiders, snakes, & other creepy-crawlies. The ceiling starts to leak. The number of creepy-crawlies multiplies. I leave.
2003/04/13, during an afternoon nap in the car during GVR's appointment
I play outdoors. I watch a plastic, silver, toy disk land nearby. It is about 18" in diameter. It is made of thin plastic, which I easily flex with finger pressure.
2003/04/26, a.m.
I fly in a helicopter past a radio tower. The tower has many cables supporting it. The abundance of cables supporting it give the impression of a cone. The helicopter slowly disappears & I am left alone, floating in the air with my right arm & index finger extended above my head. I alight near a small group of people. I demonstrate that by lifting my right arm & index finger high above my head & allowing myself to feel good feelings, I rise into the air. After alighting amid the group, I am overcome with excellent emotion & cry.
2003/05/04, 18:00 nap
It comes to my attention that the AVL receives a plethora of excellent supplies. I arrange to have the supplies moved to their correct locations. It is not clear if this scene occurs before or during the dream described below.
I observe what is essentially a movie. I am not involved with the characters or events. I feel no emotion toward the anxious events that unfold. Here is the movie: A series of adjacent rooms or compartments have been set up within a building. Each room deeper has more secrets than the room before. A U.S. military officer has an assignment in the deepest room. Unbeknownst to the civilians in the vast room, the officer will create an unintelligent, monstrous being. NOTE: after the dream, I came to associate the being with the concept of a golem. This act of creation could be an accident & not the officer's intention.
Several times during the dream, I watch what is essentially an advertising "trailer" of the dream itself. I see that the golem will go on a rampage. It hurls itself through the doors between the rooms. With each act of destruction, the golem loses some of its material. It is as if it is made of yellow (or colored) clay. In one especially notable scene from the trailer, a woman stands on a support to look through a high window on one of the doors between compartments. The golem smashes through the door as she gazes through the window. During the onslaught, I see her face & body tear away & mix with the debris of the door & what appears to be a water heater.
Just before the golem's rampage, I see a mad scientist-type man orchestrating events in one of the outer compartments. The man wears a black suit & possibly a cape. The room is dark. He is surrounded by robots of some kind. The robots float @ waist level. They glow blue in the darkness of the room. They appear to be made of umbrella-like wire frames covered by thin fabric. I've never seen anything like them before. The robots are somewhat illusionary. If one puts on or removes special spectacles, the robots disappear & the room appears brighter.
P.S.: A few days later, my wife told me of a "vision" she had that also featured the dark man and one of the blue entities. Her blue entity was larger, like a tent or parasol. It is interesting to conjecture what these images represent within the collective unconscious.
2003/05/14, a.m.
John F. Kennedy tells me about a birthday party @ Ted's house in which JFK slept with 45 women.
2003/05/22, a.m.
The crown of my upper-left wisdom tooth breaks off & falls on the floor. I locate it on the floor next to a chair and another shard that is strangely lobed & spiked. I feel confident that my tooth will be repaired.
2003/05/31
1: My wife tells me I must marry an Indian woman. I do so. The woman drives me to the old Woolworth's store in New Rochelle, NY. There I see my late mother. She looks better than ever. She has long, white hair and a smile. She works in the store. I see a child throw a paper at her, but she completely ignores it. The ability to work for others and the ability to ignore being slighted were two attributes Mom struggled with in life. I am so happy to see that she has acquired these attributes in death. I embrace her. I tearfully tell her that my wife told me to marry another woman. Mom indicates all will be OK.
2: A large owl stares at me.
2003/06/06, a.m.
I watch a tremendous mantis a few feet from me. Suddenly, it jumps on me. I awaken, breathing heavily.
2003/06/12, a.m.
My wife, daughters, and me are in my childhood home in New Rochelle. In the front yard I see three cheetahs. I order us to stay indoors. What appears to be a large housecat stands outside the door and wants to enter the house. Gabby either tries to let the large housecat enter the house or else she wants to stay outside with the cats. I yell at her passionately that she needs to obey her father.
2003/06/20, a.m.
I appear to be in my childhood home in New Rochelle. I am responsible for driving a vanpool. The van is filled with passengers who are vaguely familiar to me. They await my arrival. I am seized by the notion that I am not ready to leave, but must perform tasks in the house. I prepare a bicycle, but realize there is no need for it in the van nor is there room for it. I search for my keys, but the passengers start the engine anyway. I feel concern that I delay the passengers. I eventually realize there is no need for me to prepare any longer. I need to simply go out and get in the van and drive away with them.
2003/07/05, a.m.
I teach a math class with an older, wiser instructor. One of the students wears a golden commencement gown & cap. I subtly try to inform him that students are not expected to attend class dressed in this way.
2003/07/07, a.m.
I am to work again @ Northrop. My co-worker from Northrop, Russ Glastetter, greets me @ the entrance. I am told there is a problem with my security clearance. The problem traces back to 1995. I recall that I should not bring my handgun into the facility. I am told that I have 2 out of 3 security infraction strikes. Everything falls apart.
2003/07/14, a.m.
I see a fantastic flying machine. It looks like something you would see in a Gerry Anderson production (i.e., Thunderbirds). It is festooned with scoops, fins, wings, etc. I watch the stages separate. This is very similar to a type of dream I often enjoyed as a boy.
2003/08/15?
I am visited by "greys". I cannot see them fully, but interact with them nevertheless. I am made aware that I will see a grey walk through the door. I turn my head and behold it fully. It is extraordinarily thin. It appears to have complex legs, perhaps four legs or two legs with multiple links. I wonder if I am actually looking @ a machine. I allow myself to feel the sensations of fear in my body. I wake up.
2003/08/21, a.m.
I am just leaving an airport when on my left I see two jet airplanes fly @ low speed & altitude in formation. I return to the flight line to behold the spectacle. The jets are joined by a much larger, cargo-type airplane with two fuselages. It moves slowly in the manner characteristic of these dreams. I announce to the crowd of onlookers that that cargo airplane design has never been seen in public before. Upon careful observation, I see that the spectacle of airplanes is actually a projected image. I see pixelation in the vast image. I announce to the crowd of onlookers that it is actually a projection and not physical objects. The image of a bus approaches from my left. To prove to onlookers that it is an image, I reach out to the image of the bus as if to board it. To my great surprise, the bus become a solid object as I grip the entry handrail. I enter the bus an am seated. I become the center of the stewards' and stewardesses' attention. They seem annoyed with me. First they give me a meal, they the give me something to read, etc. They keep piling stuff on my lap. Food falls from the meal. I ask if they would be so kind as to clean up the mess, as I am burdened by a pile of stuff on my lap. They clean up the mess grudgingly.
2004/06/26, a.m.
I see a tree. I the tree there is what appears to be the head and neck of a waterfowl. It jumps from branch to branch in a manner unlike I've ever seen before. It always remains in a vertical orientation. Perhaps it is a snake that rests on the tip of its tail. It jumps into the air and become a model rocket descending on a parachute. The field in which the tree is planted is suddenly filled with children flying such model rockets.
2004/09/29
GWB tells me I must deliver a speech when he gives me the signal.
2004/11/10
Here is another drama in the ongoing "end of the world as we know it" series of dreams. I live with my family in the suburb of a large city. I can see the downtown skyscrapers from the house. There are many trees and bushes around the house. I come to understand that the storm brewing over downtown will wreak devastation of the entire area. Suddenly fires break out around the house. Trees, bushes, and a woman who reminds me of my late mother, are on fire. I talk with a little girl who is reminiscent of my neighbor's daughter. The fires quickly go out and I think I played a role in that. The storm over downtown grows. I look carefully at it and see that it is just a spinning sheet of cardboard. It's a model. I blow in such a way that causes the cardboard sheet model center of the storm to stop spinning.
2004/12/17: I stand beside a large, unusual table. The surface of the table allows me to see events unfold. In a matter-of-fact fashion, I arrange flammables on and around the table to destroy either it or what is being depicted in its surface. The surface of the table is reviewing the lives of a couple, but it is stated in terms of designing and building a large, scale model airplane. The model is a traditional, stable, high-wing tractor monoplane. Just as I am about to set fire to the table, the image shows that the airplane flies well. I hear "and they had two children together and were happy." I feel surprise and relief. I decide not to set fire to the table.
2004/12/31