Personal Dream Log 2

6-17: Wondrous dream.
Dark edges but the edges and back ground contained forms. Above an arctic / crystal and lovely world the (Tarot) fool floats, unseen, to my left. and above me. Lower than my position is a floating island. The island is magically translucent on its left side - showing off the arctic world below. The island gets more solid as it transverses right. And although I spend few glances right, each glance revealed a complex world leading into the dark again. The darkness was not simply an empty frame around the dream. It contained items and continued onward.
Before, at the edge or cliff of this translucent island the island's earth rippled as it vanished into translucence; ripples like waves about 3 to 4 feet high. Sitting on my side, the island's side of the waves was a giant, frosty pomegranate. It was the object of a whirl wind game which continued throughout the entire dream and long pass wakening. The pomegranate was to be tossed over the waves and sent down into the crystalline world below. The pomegranate itself - though very translucent, nearly invisible - and the more it was handled, the more large drops of translucent watery substance flew off of it. The main (if not only player) was my grandson PJ. While PJ held on to the pomegranate, it poured profusely. But appearances lied. PJ had no mess on himself. Nor did the messy look of the pomegranate hinder his performance. PJ also became translucent while handling the pomegranate.
There was much cheering and fanfare and wrap attention to the game's action. The dream began with this fanfare and, as mentioned, right through the night, the bathroom breaks and long after wakening.
PJ played with abandon, wisdom and the adept of an athlete. I never saw the fool (tarot fool not PJ) or myself or others during the dream's duration, yet there were others to my right. There were also other players, spectators and providers for the game - like folks who provided more pomegranate after PJ got one over the waves.
At one point in the dream, rose peddles rained over the floating island. (Island is the rectangle.) The peddles literally poured over the scene. PJ and those to my right took notice yet went on playing. The peddles vanished and everyone followed the game's progress. While writing this post, I am still caught up in it.

61-18-12 Moving Back and Forth
1st Dream. I'm in a dim (not dark), big, crowded theater. Could be the one I often dream about. I am not in the balcony. Everyone is taking drugs. The drug of my choice causes me to feel like there is a translucent swell across my bottom lip, it lingers and causes me to think it has a message or meaning to it. Some who take the same drug as me, cannot handle the effects. I feel comfy and stay while most leave and the place is in after hours. A woman who looks a bit like Lily Tomlin is conducting a tour of the theater. She leads a line of folks in my direction and I scoot off behind a wall to avoid them. However, they head in my direction. I slip through a door and hurry ahead of them as they also enter the door. Lily has taken my choice drug and is not doing well with it. I wake up to use bath.
2nd Dream: I am a UFO designer but it is all a hoax. I awake with a severely dry throat, use the bath.
3rd Dream: Middle Village, Queens, NY. Night and dark throughout the dream. I had those 2 panels from Home Depot - a clear and a board one. I was not to own them or I wanted to hide them - I cannot recall why, maybe no reason. So I drive or ride up Metropolitan Avenue and come to (Near the old Bohack) Brother Ralph SC room from La Salle and slip the panels under his door. But he is calling me brother Ira SC. "That's not a Biblical name. Brother Ira is my brother," I reply. I return to St. Margaret's and something happens that makes me realize it is OK to have the panels again. So I go get them. On my ride back Barb Parla comes along or we cross paths. I wake.

6-19: Just Hi-Jinx
Jimmy and Joe hi-jinx. Mostly with Doreen Collins. Too much inner turmoil over Dorie - as is always the case. Dez and I are atop a mountain and he is bothering me about why Dorie left me. As in reality, I explain how out of my league I always felt around her.

6-20: Pleasure of Work
Dream alternated between bright, normal and dim, but never dark. Edges were seldom dark. Scene was Golf View Estates but driveways were well formed dirt roads. Over at unit 3 was a large dormitory-like building. The entire dream was involved with me riding the ATV and working the property. A nice dream. Rectangle was the dorm.

6-21: Keeping Pussy Happy
First) Leo, the size of a dog - is in my mom's bath tub and having a great old time.
Second) I am acting as if I am having a extra marital affair but I'm not. I am visiting lonely women and then hypnotizing them to believe they are having an affair and are happy. I have an assistant in this hi-jinx, pretty sure it's Cath. Scenery includes Trylon.

6-22: WHAT?!?
Dream scape is here at estate. Cloudy. Cath and I just arrived from the Turco's. We visited or had some dealings with Tony.
Cathy gets me out of bed telling me that Mark said "not to have any pictures." I ask where is Mark? Cathy sez that no one is here. I leave bedroom only to find Mark there. I turn to get soggy pizza and Sly Stallone is there too. I make fun that Cath sez no one there then here is everyone! Sly offers to help out for one day or one project only. I have to seriously consider his offer, consider what project to have him help with. I narrow it down to help with the front pond and creek. Suddenly a large black colored RV backs up into and across our pool and pool area. It heads back toward unit 1. I go get my rifle and head out the back door to see what's up. Apparently the guy in his RV that destroyed the pool did so so we could make an insurance claim and build a new one.

6-23 Revisit So. State Parkway
(This is a modification of variable of Dream from Vol.2 of Feb. 23, 1977; see hard copy journals.) Cloudy. I'm driving down So State toward eastern long island. This road and area are the usual dream scape for that area. In this dream I think I'm in or headed to Pt. Jeff. So State brings me to a frozen intersection where a couple of cars are stuck in the ice. I verve right and into a development. This right turn takes me into that old dream scape of a road that goes hard right then hard left around a walled peninsula that I often had seen in my dreams...walled pen could be the rectangle....I enter a road I think I am familiar with that will take me to that other highway I have dreamt about in the past. That highway is a roadway in my dream scapes that runs from Bay Shore to Pt. Jeff. This street leading to that road is over grown with trees, tall grass and shrubby. I catch glimpse of one house, a brick house and some white guy in a white shirt and dark pants either waving at me or at someone on his front lawn. I turn my concentration of navigating the street to get to the highway. I get on that highway.
Suddenly I am on foot. I am on our estate and the dream gets even darker - like at twilight. Cath calls me to dinner. We are walking toward the back door when I see Johnny Landa over by unit 1. He is walking toward Barksdale. He is not alone. There is someone behind him who is showing off the place to him and another man. John looks over at me. He is wondering if he knows me. I call out to him twice before he acknowledges me and is glad to see me. I go over to him, warmly greet him. The person who was showing the place to him remains off stage for a moment. The other man with Johnny joins us. He is also from our past. A Latino man with a crew cut and graying features - tho not old. I shake his hand and glad to see him again. But he refuses to give me his name. I accept that and we move on.
I offer them dinner and a tour of the house. Dreams gets decidedly darker - like midnight.. The 4 of us go into the mud room door. The room is now a very large, old room that is more like an abandoned SC cabin. There is an over head lamp. We rummage about, find our footing. A litter of light gray colored kittens come out from under the broken floor boards. We spend a moment with the cute kittens when Cath arrives to remind us dinner is set.
I direct our guests into the wash room. This room is now a wide open wooded area - very much (Almost exactly) like behind Pinelawn. We meander toward the kitchen. The person who was showing off the place to Johnny now enters the stage, she is John's Patty. She is telling me while we walk further into this field that she was a dancer. She is dressed like in pink and in a Toto and pirouetting as we walk. She goes to dance beyond a ridge and I see tropical fish beyond the ridge. End of dream.

6-24 FIRST: Maybe a continuation of last night’s dream. I am recording on a cpu items written on a sign. Selling chickens and tractor is one of the signs I record.

SECOND: Digging: probably associated with the cement work Cath and I did out front.

6-25 1^st : Diamond Atop a Banded Rectangle: Excavation. Dark. Carving out a rut. A diamond in a pile of crush and run.

2^nd : Diamond Atop a Banded Rectangle continued.Apparently dream 1 was an intro or precursor to this dream. A long and involved dream; dim and mostly interior dreamscape. (I needed to get up early to take Fluffy to a groomer in Lincolnton, so that was on my mind.)

The dream picks up at the road or intersection from dream on 6-23. (I drew and image of the intersection in the dream log book on the page where I record this night’s dream((6-25))

I and others are taking Fluffy to the groomer. We leave this intersection and drive through Twin Oaks and into a hospital - with a layout like the second floor of the West Babylon High School. Hospital is very busy. People are more their garments than natural beings. My band and I move between making our way through the busy crowd and spending time in one room that piques our interest. - maybe a classroom, maybe not.

But we manage our way into a corridor that is accessed from behind a nurse’s station. It is a long, darkened tunnel that leads us to the groomer.

We arrive. The groomer is a crazy lady (very unlike the real-world groomer.) She takes Fluffy into a moderately lite room to groom him. We leave them there and we return to the hospital. There is some ado about Cathy, but it is short lived. The main concern is to get back to retrieve Fluffy. We again navigate this busy hospital floor back to behind the nurse’s station and into the tunnel again.

While driving or walking in this tunnel we come across that pile of crush & run with the diamond in it. I notice, or because someone points it out to me that the diamond is embedded I a pile that is formed after an acorn. (See dream log book for my drawing.)

At this time, but not really looked at, the pile now takes on a rectangular shape - See drawing in log book. (I learned a few days later that To see a rectangle in your dream represents permanence, materialism and stability. Because of its four corners and four sides, it is also symbolic of the number 4. Be careful, that’s the DreamMoods interpretation.I must now direct my dreaming self to further explain the continual occurrences of a rectangle and square.

To see a square in your dream signifies strength, solidity and stability. Alternatively, a square indicates that you are limited in expressing yourself. Consider the pun on "being too square". Perhaps you are being too conventional, unhip or dull. To see a square in your dream may also mean that you are "back to square one". You need to start over and go back to the beginning.)

We have to get Fluffy, so we move on. At the groomer’s the crazy lady groomer is going on and on about one thing or another. : We are late or early or whatever. Fluffy is wearing a red hankie (He returned home in a blue one &ldots; I think the other groomer does give him a red one.) Then Fluffy runs away (Figures, huh?) We all scatter to catch him though I pause to pay or have some words with the groomer; then go after Fluffy also. I and the band, Cathy playing a dominant role here, look in the tunnel and round the hospital and even into Twin Oaks. Eventually we find the dog. While back in the tunnel I see the acorn again. This time it is clear what it is. A grossly large diamond atop a banded rectangle (see drawing in log for important details.) I am not awed by this thing; more like, “Oh, that’s what’s under the crush & run.” Still the object is in the rut and crush & run cover it. But it is only AFTER I wake up that I realize it’s that rectangle again. This time, I realize it is more a box (not a coffin) rather than a foundation or footing.

6-28: A Dancer in Middle Village. Very long and involved dream. Black back drops. Often very bright stage shots.

Me and 2 others are in Middle Village at Pap’s corner; it is very late or early morning. There is no traffic at all. We are seeking a place to rent - to live. I choose my grandparent’s place. It is now split in two and is extraordinary! I rent it and while living there show it off to one of my traveling companions (A gal, maybe Liz Krishner.) It is during this tour that the dream shows off what I knew briefly earlier; that the place is extraordinary. Gram’s toilet has glass enclosures. The kitchen area is all stainless steel and kitchen is actually in a ice box.

Liz and I leave. Apparently she stopped in to pick me up. We are off to our jobs. We are dancers and enter the studio. Lots of silk and linen hangs on the walls and being handled by all the girls. In fact I am the only guy. Everyone in the dream, including my character are in our early twenties.

I find myself laying around in the silky linen with Liz. We are discussing the talent found in this room. AT one point we are called into the theater. I run off and onto the stage. Very blurry about this part of the dream, yet I am performing and in the performance.

I return to the back studio or dressing room. I either take notice of a flighty blonde girl or she is pointed out to me She is prancing; practicing her routine all around the room. Others are doing the same, but not everyone.

I, along with others leave. We are on a break to eat. Pretty sure we go to that Elba restaurant from the second dream on 6-8. We are waiting on line and now we are back in the dressing room. The blonde is introduced to me. She is a new member of the cast or group. I am a regular. We are all involved in the performance on stage, but all the action and the dreamscape is about the going-ons in this back room. A few times I leave but always return. During a previous visit I am involved with the blonde and a bunch of her friends. I am not sure what is happening or why but I am talking to the girls’ in my troop and trying to hold the attention of the blonde and her troop. At one point I even strike out at the linen on the walls and yell out, “Me! You know me? Joe!”

I awake right after this. There was all kinds of intrigue while in that back room.

6-30 : CHOICES Lingering but progressive dream. Dream began during a 2 hour nap in the hot afternoon. Entire dream dealt with construction and especially decisions concerning all these building projects. Began with Mom with mom’s stoop. Vivid displays of the red bricks. Mom actually rebuilt the stoop. I got involved with the mortar. The over night dream was illusive and abstract but had the same theme - choices.

7-1 : OTHER SIDE Very vivid and involved but I forgot most of it by the time I got to the log. First phase of dream is bright and clear day. Began with me sailing or traveling with several friends on a brand new, well kept clipper ship.

The either the dream switched or changed completely over to GolfView. Dream went to cloudy or even dark at times. The estate now included the “lower 40” that I dream about some times. Tonight that area becomes clearer: it is the other side from my youth writ large. The western part of this lower 40 often has construction and very often is the back of “S.” In this dream the area past the lilacs from the other side is being developed and has several homes on it. I drive through it with my friends. There is interaction with people which I do not recall. I run into a crape myrtle tree but get through it. End.

7-2 : THE JUNGLE I am one of there guards to an entire jungle area where the government sends criminals into. When they send in a young woman, I and the other two led an effort to prove there is a tribe in the jungle. In the back ground it is assumed this tribe was a fantasy but a concern to the powers that be and the public.

As I become aware of this dream (as it fully takes shape) the dream has me as just starting out and new at my job; but it is a chosen career. The dream is wholly formed as I and the two others in military-like uniforms either are dropped off or come onto a wide earthen bridge. Uniforms are not combat, more like Park Ranger’s with utilities; perhaps even had gun belts with weapons. If so, the guns are not vivid at all.

I wrote in the log book that this bridge was across a ravine and that I do not see water. I misspeak. The earthen bridge clearly has s stone or brick/stone embankment on the right side, the left side is unclear. It seems to be built over a creek that dried up many years ago. The creek is only a pit on the right side but the one glimpse I have of the left side it does move off into the back ground; and might have moving water. Reeds and grasses grow all around the creek but end at the decisive boundaries of the road that leads over the bridge. Reeds are not lush, yet not robust. I any case I never see water.

The tropical looking jungle is everywhere. This contrast of rural American creek and reeds and Old English bridge crossing and a tropical jungle is striking. However, it is like the contrast you see when a camera crew from some documentary going on about a typical paradise zooms into the local only to show that even in a tropical setting the immediate area is much like any where on the planet. As is described above, for this portion of the dream, the jungle is every where but my focus or the dreamscape itself is at this bridge and especially upon the right side of the bridge.

The 3 of us - one maybe Dez - are on the bridge yet fully on the bridge while we debate an issue. There may be one of our superiors involved in this debate - not quit but nearly an argument. This scene actually begins the dream. This conversation goes on as we walk across the bridge. And walk right up to the jungle tree line. The argument is over the possibility of any one of the people condemned to the jungle by our government being able to survive the harsh jungle. Specific to the conversation is that it is rumored that a hostile tribe of wild natives live deep within the jungle. Also that on one ever returned after being escorted into the jungle. (While recording this dream in the log, I had a feeling to change the wording or description to this jungle. Maybe a forest, but not the forest I know. Maybe a Hollywood forest?)

I or one of the others mention that the tribe was killed off during a war our government held with them ages ago. I or another thought about or referred to the Seminole Wars of the Florida Everglades; and how the Seminole were not killed off but ran into the swamps to survive and avoid the War. The 3 of us were walking the tree line while I imagined (in a vivid manner) how the interior of the jungle looked like beyond the tree line. I think that I may seen that area of the jungle before (both in this dream and in real life.)

While we chatted and moved about a 2^nd War War vehicle pulled up and deposited a young lady to us or directly into the jungle. The gal looked like or reminded me of my sister-in-law Sue Ruggles. But not a memory that she is my sister-in-law. Probably the girl just looked like Sue.

Now, that discussion that engaged us had a moral slant to it. The 3 or 4 of us apparently agreed that the government’s actions were immoral and cruel.

While logging the dream, I am pretty sure that my (our) given task is to make certain that those ordered into the jungle remain in it. However, the 3 (4?) of us enter the wood to save this lassie from the wild natives as well as the dangers of the jungle.

Sue is illusive and every encounter we have with her makes it clear to all that she would rather risk the dangers. One of the scenes has us pitted up against the wild natives. They are colorfully adorned, formidable and real. I am surprised about this. Apparently I was one of those who believed it was all fable. There is no combat, yet several tussles. Sue seems to always escape their grasp. END

7-5 : Large square re rectangular cement slabs emerge from murky dark dreamscape. Between each emergence are dreams I do not recall. (This is the night, as referred to in dream of 6-25 when I look up and discover the meaning of square shapes in dreams. Still not 100% convinced of the meaning.)

7-6 : First: Cathy, Nancy and i are trying to move a stack of 2x10x10 on a cart to go between coop and trailer. I wake for a bathroom break as I realize why the cart will not get between the two.
       Second: Night was packed with dreams. Most memorable was the first. The second was very dark, Charlie, Nettie, Dad, Yvette, Cathy and I are gathering at Elba's. All the action takes place outside. Dream is a back and forth about our issues and I end up just waving dad off with a, "Why bother?"
      Third: Several dreams all night between these more memorable three. This dream was very long. Interior scenes were not dark or light, more real lighting. Began in the back of Ye Olde Flower Shop, in the old office area. Then moved out to the red side walk and then into the showroom area.
It included everyone who ever worked for me at the shop. However, none ever showed themselves although wholly present and actively involved. I'm pretty sure I never even saw myself except for my hand or hands during the scene with the kids' guitar.
        Dream began as I started prep for a holiday. I feel disappointed with the amount of flowers. I am handling glads while I acknowledge the slow down in biz. I come into the area where Dorie and I use to have an office. - where we first had the old refrig. Cindy and Lisa are active during these scenes, though I never see them.
       I go out to where we have a display set up on the red side walk.. Ginna and I work it. I return indoors where I find a family of four and we're among several other customers. Shop is moderately busy. These last scenes were more illuminated, but still real life like lighting. I handle a few customers but focus is on this family. The family shifted in the dreamscape from a mom and dad to two dads. One of the dads knew me well. This one mentioned that he was in Queens. I said I was born in Middle Village. He acknowledged that. The other dad said they still lived there. The first one asked where I lived when they had first met me? I remembered lying to them back then . So I replied "Elmont." And both of them (now mom and dad) happily acknowledge it.
    The family of four began to leave. The two kids have guitars and I tell them I can teach them how to play. This excites them all and the mom invites me to over the following Monday to begin lessons. The parents leave and, because I see the boys holding their guitars improperly, I call them inside the doorway and show them how to properly hold the neck of their guitars.
     I semi awake. While coming to I wonder how I am going to pull off giving them lessons. I figure I can always, before each lesson, take a lesson myself on the Net.

7-7-12 : 1st Vivid, happy, focused. Light, interior. Yvonne, dad, Yvette and many others in line to get our permits - no idea what kind of "permits?" Not driver's lic. or permits. We're all singing, carefree and happy. Includes pig, also Porky Pig.
2nd: Hillside at Coindre Hall, Huntington, NY: The hillside where the hobo shack was or may still be there. Nice day, shade where I am and sunny beyond. I am involved with some activity at the start of the dream before things got vivid. My present bro-in-law, Cathy's sister Lorraine's hubby Toby and I are here. It is my Birthday and we are going to go somewhere to celebrate. I am on my bed, a clock is dominant. Time is of essence. Cathy and 'them' decide I can nap while they leave to go on ahead. I follow by walking to the cars parked on Coindre Hall's large cement area. I realize there is a lot of activity at the bottom of the hill. I get on my ATV and start down the hill.
I discover a work crew. At first I ignore them. I notice a bunch of downed trees. One very large tree apparently fell through one of two tree gardens I am maintaining on the side of the hill. I look over the two gardens. One closest to Brown's Road is of siblings and shrubs. One tree where the hobo shack use to be (and is not now, in this dream) is a very large tree. I see the felled tree is a partner tree, I concentrate on the side away from Brown's Rd fell toward cement area. I not only look at this sight but also look around and admire the many gardens while seated on my ATV...the green one. The work crew is noisy. I drive down and see they are many, hard working crewmen doing a concise job. I recall Dr. Gilbert (owner of estate before Cath and I) told me about the Abbeville company - or some company out of Abbeville - maintains the hillside. and bottom of the hill; either in error or in friendly payment or indebtedness.
I see a big, fancy SUV and drive over to it. I enter the cab via the passenger side. Tony Perrone (My long-time accountant.) or some guide or spiritual friend is in the driver's side. He gives me his name as Haskel, but for some unknown reason, although I know his name is Haskel, I always fumble with the name and instead call him Ron Howard.
Ron reiterates that the Abbeville company in deed works the land in error. (BTW: The layout in this dream is the Coindre Hall hillside, but is also Golfview Estate.)
I show Ron the lovely trees and gardens. Then I realize I am missing a generator.
- Now in some weird manner, in the background of this dream, as if a dream layed over a dream or in the background, especially during this scene with Ron, I am also driving with Cathy, Toby, Lorraine and their kids (I am doing the driving) on our way to the birthday celebration. We are on a very dark street and pass Elba. (This experience might, could be, like when I am driving a long way and day dream while also driving. Not sure if the driving is a day dream while with Ron, or the other way around?)
Meanwhile, Ron brings me to the white colored truck of the Abbeville Company. The payload is many machines. Ron tells the driver that my generator is missing. Without ado, the driver orders his Latino crew to pull out their generator and give it to me. I respond to Ron ... who is now more Tony again ... that the generator the driver is giving me is not my generator. The crew their white colored generator back and they drive away. (My generator, in reality, is red colored.)
Ron becomes present but faded as we search for my generator. The dream starts to break up as I come awake. I am, or Ron and I are running a yellow or red cotton clothes line like chord to my generator; through its bottom. I wake fully.

7-13-12 Cathy Gets Elected President. Bright dreamscape, Locations is entirely in our bedroom, some in the kitchen.
The dream began in the kitchen with TV on and all about Presidential election, Romney and Obama. Ads are endless and get silly. One showing a girl flashing her panties.
I get a phone call in the bedroom. On Cathy's side of the bed. It's Ron Patrick (From the McCormick Humane Society.) Ron tells me Cathy has been elected President of the United States. I am delighted and excited but Cathy argues she will not accept the job. Dream carries on till end with me, Ron and Cathy going on over the election and her win.

7-19-12 The Pissing Starts to get Serious.
I am starring as Batman in a shoot out movie or play. I am missing my shirt or vest and a Lois Lane figure is about to figure me out when I awake to go piss.

7-20-12 2 Warnings.
1st Dream: A freakish voice, Little voice calling Mommy, mommy, mommy. (when I posted this into the website on 11-15-12 I got chills remembering this dream voice.)
2nd Dream: Lots ado about Cathy getting married. She is always in her wedding gown and we are collecting cash from many sources. We deposit them into the bank. Just before wedding I ask who she to wed. She sez, Dave Bliss and for the remainder of the dream I am warning her and advising her to protect herself from Dave. Awake mid morning to piss.

7-21-2012 Start of a string of New York, Career Days.
I'm having trouble remembering my dreams. Definitely having very involved dreams but loose them upon wakening.
1st Dream: Start at S (St. Charles Memorials) Many people in dream. Night time. Closing up the place but many people in scenes in the back where I lived for 13 years...1988-2001.
2nd Dream: Last night's dream about Cathy and her wedding dress, now the white of that dress becomes a new car, like my 72 oldsmobile, boxy but stylish. Dim but not dark or light.
Cath and I are driving around Southern Parkway and specifically around Belmont Lake Park. Lots going on but only recall the ending. Cath drives off while I drive the new car to a grassy divide by and underpass and park the car there. For some reason, I must park the car at this underpass. (This new car is only in my dream, we have no new car, especially ever had a white colored car.) While I await Cathy's return - or coming to my location - I am suddenly concerned that the car may be vandalized, especially because the passenger's back window is open. I go to close it while visuals of a fire or explosion happen in the car. I awake to piss.

7-30-12 Cathy, Me and One of Her Brothers and The People Mover.
1st Dream: We are hanging out and visit Rose's Sweet Shop. (This is a candy store at the corner of Arnold Ave and RT 109 in West Babylon. It was the center of attraction for me and the neighborhood kids in my youth. The owner's name was Gus. Presently it is a Judo school.) Gus is there and looks great with black, wavy hair and youthful. In fact he didn't look like the real Gus at all. The shop is clean and looked more like a museum. Gus gets on his cell phone (nothing we ever had in the 1950's and early 1960's.) Gus' daughter walks in (never knew he had a daughter?) She walks in and we have to leave. S we did, and traveled to a designer restaurant.
At the restaurant, we seat ourselves into an "L" shaped booth. Her brother and I get up and are walking around the place. I'm telling him how I enjoy hanging with Tommy because he is a wild man. Some how I end up spackling the ceiling and an ornate fire place's column. Then, when her brother calls me, I return to the booth. On the way back to the booth her brother suggest we find a woman to have sex with. I inform him that I do not even have sex with his sister. I know he does not believe me. At the booth is Cathy and Don Schel. There is some subtile confrontation. I wake at 7:34AM to piss.
2nd Dream: Dim. I am on a people mover (like at Disney theme parks) but I do not realize I am traveling on it. I go to an area around Patty and my old apt on RT 109 and at end of Park Ave. My first apt and my first wife. There is a large book with Hebrew writing in it. I or another are researching the book, not studying the text. I am walking along R 109 and headed back to the people mover.
On my way back to the people mover, I walk toward Arnold Ave. and interact with many families, all black and Latino families. I am dealing mostly with the children and having fun.
Back on the people mover the kids and I are still having fun. I present one boy with a gift I purchased during my trip. I then notice that no one is driving the people mover. The people mover has taken on an appearance of a square school bus with a heavy curtain at the front of the bus. I pull back the curtain and sure enough it is moving on its own accord. It may be on tracks, I am not sure, but is probably on a street.
This bus pulls into Babylon train station and I have a conversation with a lady who apparently operates the mover while the families up and leave. I awake @ 9:43AM

8-2-12 A Nap. A dream about loneliness and how life is just a fuddy muddy riddle.

8-9-12: Back Home
Cathy and I living in my mom's house back in Babylon. It is our home. This is a long dream but all I recall is hearing a knock, a hammering and wake up. I think the dream took place in "our" bed in Aunt Rose's room - the front bedroom on the west side of the second floor; it was my two brothers' room and later called Aunt Rose's room. I have no idea why it was named for or after my God Mother, Rose. - This dream was on the night my mom informed me she was selling the house she and we called home for 56 years.

8-11-12: Back to Babylon - Vivid but with dark back drop.
I go go Artie and Pam's place but it is suppose to be Mike and Joann's place. I climb the stairs, enter into the kitchen and move onto into the living room. There, atop a rectangular cabinet with a heavy blanket, is a gallon bottle of rum. Half water and half rum. I set about waiting for Mike to arrive. I am forcing myself to finish off the rum. I add more water, drink it all, add more water and drink it down repeatedly; I think this will impress Mike. I lay atop the blanket and fall asleep. When Mike finally arrives, he and Joann are there. Mike is dressed up nicely; shark's skin suit. I am impressed. Mike has a new lease on life. I leave and go to my mom's. Brothers Mike and Frank are there. We go to Holy Family Monuments and there is an argument about if I should get paid for my work since I am already retired. I argue that all I get is $888.00 but it falls on deaf ears.

8-16-12: Return to West Babylon. Very bright dream.
Over the last few nights I have been having dreams wherein there is much calculating involved. A lot of sizing up situations. Tonight's dream has a scene, near the end where I and others are defrauding some very large corporations by using a machine to bill them. The machine has a button that multiplies the billing many thousands of times over. The machine is tan in color and square. See drawing in actual log book.
Start of dream is sketchy and vague. Not dark or dim, just not much I recall. I am speaking to someone who either asks or says, "West Babylon." I say, "Wes Babylon." There are scenes that lead to me needing to get back to those from one of these past scenes. I am at my mom's and need to get back to a house near Jimmy Oakland's old house. (The Oakland house is directly located in line with mom's on the back street. It cannot be seen, however, if anyone were to jump mom's back fence and walk through about 10 backyards, you would only have to cross Stowe Ave to arrive at the Oakland's front door. ) So I rush out my mom's back door and hop over the back fence. Some little voice remarks how 'spry' I am to be hopping over fences. I cut through Pierson's yard. The voice asks if I have permission to do so? I not only reply, I also explain to the voice the route I plan on taking. Paul (man who last lived at the Pierson house) and vaguely his wife and 3 kids are having a BBQ out his back porch. Paul asks in a friendly manner, " Where are you off to?" I explain, "To new folks, down the block." I proceed to Tony Cenie's house through all the yards on his side of Lararie Street.
I am not sure about the sequence of the following scene.
I am standing at the corner of Stowe Ave. and Lararie waiting for my accountant. In the dream it is his assistant Carollynne Mahoney but she is a busty blonde in this dream (she is naturally an average burette. She comes down Lararie with much ado but arrives safe and sound. We go into a house and I mention to the family that resides within that Tony Cenie lived here. (Tony Cenie died by over dose when he was 13 or 14 and I was 15, in 1964.) I ask or inform a classroom filled with kids that everyone will eventually lose a friend to death. I ask the adults if they recall who we lost? I explain it was a father and son who lived in the house (where actually a father and daughter named Linda had died in a car crash when I was like 8. They lived across the street from the Turco's in a corner house.)
I then go upstairs into a room laid out like my mom's bedroom where a bunch of us perpetrate the crime of defrauding the aforementioned companies with the square machine. We are giddy with joy and carry on about what would happen if Wal-Mart figures us out. Some of us do not care because money is already in the bank. Others, including me, poke fun at one gal who is especially overjoyed. We kid her that her face will be all over the newspapers. I wake at 3:23AM. piss, post the dream and return to bed.
Same night, while attempting to fall back to sleep. A casino named Lottosino or Casino Lotto. This place is a wild scheme I tried to devise where I call the casino The Castle. A casino where players play casino slots that award lotto tickets instead of tokens or coins.

8-21-12: Saving the Bank & 2 others
1st Dream: I work in a mall and help a banker publish her daily news letter. Awake to piss and post dream at 2:34AM.
2nd Dream: Jet engine squeeze. Lots of vivid images. See actual log for images. Wake to piss and post @ 3:38AM.
3rd Dream: different perspective of 2nd dream. Not me exactly but the entire passengers of a jet liner. Antagonist jumps out of the plane and gets stuck into the jet engine. He comes out the other end in a cone shape. See actual log for images.

8-22-12 1st Dream: Spirits Under The Bed.
I'm back in my old room at my mom's. (It is not usual for me to dream that any rooms at my mom's are "my old rooms." When I dream of my "rooms" or places they are more likely to be in my adult life or the dorms from boarding schools.) In the front bedroom that was head to head with Nancy's old room. I am enduring a fitful sleep filled with nightmares. Someone, a female, probably Chickie is present. (My sister Chickie died 5 months previously on Pam Sunday, 2012.)
I either fall or drop out of the bed and peer under the square bed frame. There is something under it, something spooky. I am frightened and the girl is warning me bit I stick my hand bravely in. I awake at 2:38AM go piss and post this first dream. I return to bed at 2:50AM
2nd Dream:I am again in bed. This time in the kitchen at S. When it was the blu-ray room. I am bragging about how brave I was to stick my hand under the bed in the first dream of the evening. "I think this all reflects my journey into scrying," I say. I do not fully awake but rather fall into the 3rd dream.
3rd Dream: Hotel Holy Family. Everyone I ever knew is present and making lodging accommodations in a large building that feels like St. Charles Florist (which is attached to Holy Family Monuments.) This dream scape area extends out into many rooms and halls and hallways. I share my area with several guys. This area is a long rectangle room with many rooms and windows. It is reminiscent of a resort I often dream about. The dream grows vivid after I place a large rectangular, white, textured blind over a set of windows. I do this because everyone is preparing to greet guests.
My dad, his wife Yvette and their family, the Schel family, are the guests. I have a lot of lounge chairs to organize and to store. I and others pile the chairs within our area / apartment. My son Patrick's friend Greg at one point inspects and approves of our storage efforts. My dad refuses to visit my apartment (that's normal in life) I get angry with him and go at him. Several stop me but not Charlie Schel and his family. When my dad is about to leave he does look into my quarters. He is not impressed. I awake at 4:43AM piss and post.

8-24-12 Doing drawings, always in a hurry, always work back at S. Awoke at 2:18am piss, post.

8-28-12 PEGASUS, THE BIKE Very real, at times. Full scenes, dark background only occasionally. People everywhere.
I am involved with a crowd. We are in a castle-like structure with a main facade like the gateway house at Disney's MGM Studios in Orlando, Florida. Someone tells me to give the 3 people I am associating with a ride home. I walk off to get in my van Pegasus and drive back to the castle. Traffic is dense at front so I drive to a side entrance where inside is a courtyard. In the square courtyard there is much ado over the van but it very old and weathered.
I park the van and go to retrieve the 3. I find Artie Turco. We enter a large garage, one you'd expect to find in a castle. At this point, in this garage, the dream takes on a real aura and feel. I may not take any special notice to heavy, gray painted wooden doors with old fashioned windows or the cement floor, or take notice of a door that leads further into the castle and into hallways, but I do see them all. Artie and I work on a motorcycle painted like Pegasus. The bike is in scrambles but while we are driving it around and awaiting the return of a blonde lady, Artie tells another blonde about how much we enjoyed the bike while it was new. I start to recall long rides on it though beautiful scenery - lush meadows, mountains in the background.
There are 3 people present besides Artie and I., although I notice only 2 others. A man asks me about the bike's origins. I go about telling the lie I always do about Pegasus. Then I realize Artie is present to catch me in my lie. He remains silent and for a moment I go on lying, expecting Artie to stand by it. I suddenly realize I am wrong to lie and come clean.
Meanwhile, we all head out. We are driving and it is getting dark outside. Everyone but Artie gets off the bike. We discover the bike is missing its lights. The screws which attach to the alternator are sheared off. I fiddle with them and to our surprise, the bike works fine. I awake at 6AM

9-7-12 Douglas Ave. Renovation Nice day.
I meet a man named Dave Patrick. Looks like a shorter version of my nephew Mike Parla, Jr. He wears a brown uniform with a name tag on the shirt: DAVE. Dark green pants and black shoes with a light jacket. We meet in front of my old house on Douglas Ave, West Islip, on Long Island. Not sure what we spoke about. Dave had to run off. I say I'll wait for him here. I then realize where I am. So I respectfully remain off the property yet I do tour it. The area is quiet as during a school day. I begin my tour at the corner on Toomey Lane. The back shed has a water spigot with a plastic hose reel. I wonder to myself if I had that spigot back when I owned the place? I look through the backyard and see that there is a lovely alley down to a large pond. I am surprised that Rose (next door) allowed her backyard to be cut through. It affords a wide and nice view of a pond. I decide to knock on my old back door to go and see inside. A woman answers the door and is civil about letting me in. But inside there are 3 elderly gals and, one especially, is annoyed that I am inside. I sense and accept this. I mention the renovations they had done. I am standing in the living room while viewing that room, and only that room. The kitchen is sealed off. The nasty woman throws me out. I watch for Dave. He shows but seems to had enough of me and hurries away. I awake at 8AM. Piss and post.

9-20-12 McAbee dog kept me up late. A very vivid and day light dream. Mike Blom comes to visit Cathy and I. Others tag along but as peripherals. I await Mike at a corner that has a short stone wall with grass spouting atop it. I can't remember ever being here. Had an Abbeville, SC feel to it but yet again a 1950's, early 60's Long Island feel to it. Sun shining bright enough to turn my head away from it. Mike and others finally arrive. I bring them up on a grassy knoll where there are two houses. The first is vacant. I explain this to Mike and others and for some reason Hotel Jim has some explanation dealing with this house. I bring Mike and others to the second house, it is Cathy and My residence. But neither of these houses is anywhere we ever lived. End of dream is confusing.

10-20-12: 1st Dream:Driving with my dad in a fog. We are driving toward NYC. I end up with Bart and Lisa Simpson (the cartoon characters.) We are lost. Civil workers attend to the kids. I awake at 2:51 AM. Piss and post
2nd Dream: Carollynn Mahoney is arranges for a loan for us at First Citizens Bank. She is doing this in a weird manner that has me suspect. Scenery is expansive. I awake at 5:11 piss and post.

10-21-12 Square Shrubs Light dream.
entirely about planning and digging islands of square pivot and fox gloves. Beds are of rich, dark earth. Started the beds from seeds and tubers.

10-22-12 Ser L Active dream, starts off dim.
At am at S but hitchhiking a ride to Sprung. I have an agenda but it is all lies. I am seeking out Dave Cannon. When I arrive at Sprungs the place is very busy. Rows of cars and people everywhere. They are all dressed up. I am dressed nicely and feel good but am not properly dressed. I am acutely aware that I do not fit in. The car I am in parks so that I can exit readily. The driver parks it very close to other cars so that I wonder how it is that he an exit the car. He easily does, however. Now is the single time I see and notice the driver. He is tall, thin with dark gray hair, very bald and dressed in a black suit. The scene suddenly becomes a funeral or a wake. Still at Sprung's.
I walk through all these people who I assume are all customers. I walk straight through the front office and on into the shop area. I first had thought that one of Sprung's employees would stop my forward march., but I never encounter one. Once inside the shop area I see Marty. He is dressed to the nines and wearing a very long shark's skin over coat. He is uncommonly glad to see me. Our hands clasp and we warmly greet each other. The next scene is same scene but camera is moving around us and focus on our 4 clasped hands. Marty is smiling and says, "See, you can't let go." (I think this is meaning of the dream - I just cannot let go of the past. But I need to do so.)
Scene now changes. same spot. I am still with Marty when I see Dave right behind Marty. Dave is wearing a wool shirt; red and black square pattern with suspenders. I say he is the reason I am here, to see him. I let go Marty's hand and Marty disappears.
Dave and I move out of doors. I am on a lounge chair. We are happy to reunite. I go on about How I am revolutionizing the industry. I hand him a pamphlet, red, small with a big title: SER L - could be SER 1 or SERIA L or even SERIAL 1. I tell him to read it. He asks what it sez? I have no idea. I am faking everything. I awake. This dream makes it clear that I have serious issues: Problems with leaving past behind; problems with trying to be someone I am not; issues with fitting in and lying.

10-25-12 Oily Boots
An H dream focused on a delivery of granite. I am checking the blocks and chatting with the delivery truck driver. He is using the boom to drop the stones. He mentions he has oil on his boots, picked up from a previous drop. I note him stepping on but not staining a stone. I warn him not to stain any stones. He drops a red marker. I check it for damage.

10-27-12 Maz Disco Lighting in dream is perfect for location and situation. A vivid dream
1st Dream:A bunch of us visit a large night club. We walk right in. Nice disco with plush rugs, the works. Pam, Jimmy Oakland are most prominent, but we're all present. I awake with cotton mouth (first time, but becomes normal way of awakening from now on.) Take a piss, drink a mouthful of soda then return to sleep at 4:35 am after posting the dream.
2nd Dream: Same dream but now much more developed. We are at the bar in this now busy disco. The club is plush and comfy. Bar is rectangle with nice, heavy beams at all four corners; a typical large floor bar done nicely. Booths are visible all around and there is a game room with a billiards table and several video games and there is another bar in the game room. The design of the game room is in stark contrast to the main bar room. Yet there is an easy transition from the main room into the game room. The game room is right off the corner of the main bar where we are gathered.
The club is packed. I take notice of the crowd and mention it to Mike Mazzarella (was owner of Poor Peter's Disco from 1975-1986 See: PPS Comics here.) He is not tending bar. But the club is not at capacity yet. I notice afternoon light through windows in game room. Maz, Pam, Jimmy Oakland and Mike Blom are to my rear doing some thing; moving about. I am sitting at the bar with a drink. Cathy is to my left. (See drawing in actual log book.)
We are never alone as the club takes on more patrons; crowd continually grows throughout entire dream.
There is conversation ignited by the bar keep and it carries around the bar. He causes me to phone my daughter Yvonne. The phone call either causes or confirms that Yvonne will arrive shortly.
I walk into the game room. I notice a small room off to my left with more video games and maybe a hallway to restrooms or just other rooms. I turn my attention to the game room. Every table is occupied - small round tables with 2 or 3 guests. There are booths along the left and back wall that are empty. The billiard table is at my front right side and the wall beyond it has a full wall bar.
A confrontation breaks out. A kid with a pool stick swings it at me. I do not feel threatened nor am I hurt. I simply stand firm while 3 of his buddies yell and restrain him. I do take note they they are all dressed in typical attractive disco fashion. The young man who assaulted me is still angry and swinging the stick at me even while his buddies restrain him. I slowly, very slowly back away into the main bar area. I never turn my back to him and closely observe his angry performance, but I never feel threatened and may actually find the incident slightly amusing.
Fully back at the main bar, Jimmy, dressed well, finishes up a conversation he is participating in with Cathy. With a passing smile for me, he moves on into the game room and meets up with Pam. I think he is chasing her, but not sure.
Cathy informs me that Yvonne is in the club. I leave the bar and go to find Yvonne. I follow the main galley, now very busy, to a set of tables on the right of the galley with afternoon sun light showing off the table tops through a smokey window pane. The tables are against a wall to my right and halfway in front of me where patrons line up to enter the bar. (This lay out is probably a memory from when Yvonne and met up in Orlando and went to dinner at and Out Back Steak House.) That area is dark, even though the pane of glass is to the right side of it.
Yvonne is reclining on one of the tables along with another girl. There are lots of clothing involved in this scene. The girls are wearing full dresses. I have some kind of conversation with both girls. It leads me to exit the club.
I am now out in the parking lot but want to return to the club. I enter and there is a very long line to get back in. I wait in line. I get frustrated and mention to the door man that I need to speak with Mike Maz. They point me into the disco room. (She drawings in actual log book.) I ask around for Mike Maz. The room is dark around the walls. The dance area is aglow pink and white and I am not concentrating on it; it is off to my right. People - disco people are seated on bench seats around large pillars away from the dance floor and in the shadows. A disco queen roses from one of these seats and points me to a door that leads into the back area of the building.
Mike is there. He goes on in his usual way about his large club. This room is mostly concrete. It is nearly 50 x 50 square and towers at least that height. Windows, like found in a large shop, cover the walls above the height of the rest of the building where the disco is. The disco ceilings had to be 20 feet at least. On the far side of this room stood a staircase. Mike brings me up and down this stair while talking about the place. I awake at 6 AM, mouth very dry and take a short piss and sip some warm soda. I post this dream in the log and return to bed at 7:10 AM just as Cathy is getting up.

10-30-12 Did not get to bed till 2:36 AM. I was totally dehydrated.
1st Dream: BEAT TIME A dark dream.
This is a repeating dream. I go to Rose's Sweet Shop to play a hologram game wherein competing players consisting of large and small flying wings or folded squares (white with emblems on each) have to cross over a border. I awake at 3:00 Am Piss, sip ice water, post this and return to sleep.
2nd Dream: Dusty Dream.
Takes place in a bedroom with many beds. Dust under a bed where I want to hide from an inspector or prefect. I awake, piss and post and back in bed at 5:30 Am.

11-6-12 1st Dream: I gather spherical things, electrical things and place them atop each other. Awake at 2:15, piss post.
2nd Dream: I am Eaten by a Lion.
Takes place on north side of our yard. I carry a large, rectangular, electrical device. This device can kill lions. It is twilight and I find myself down by the 3 pampas at end of driveway (Catherine's Drive.) There is a female lion asleep by the pine alley (about 20 yards from pampas.) I realize it takes some time for my device to gain enough charge to kill the lion. There is not enough time for it to charge and the lion awakes. It sleepily walks toward me. I have a red plastic pail I throw at it. The attempt to deter or halt the lion fails. It comes on me and eats me.
The scene changes to 2 or 3 folks back at the main house; attending to Cathy and my wake. They verbalize the above story as if to confirm that I am dead. I awake at 2:55 to piss, post and sip water. Return to bed at 3:15 AM

11-9-12 Night of Many Dreams This is the night after feeling sore worn for several days. I slowed on soda. Entirely water before bed at midnight. Slept through night. Pissed brown at 9:45 AM. Forgot most of dreams but list the following:
I am driving the Astro Van and enjoying the drive along country roads. Scenery is cloudy to dim. I drive into St. Charles Cemetery. I do not enter by the old New Highway gate; instead the country road just leads into that road along the fence, the old ate and section 8 and section 9. I am heading north and toward section 7.
Here the dream grows darker when a flash as if from an explosion (no blast heard) is seen past trees - maybe even beyond Conklin St. For some reason I associate the explosion with my father. I turn right then right again which would place me on the road along section 15 moving toward section 24. It is now even darker. The road suddenly becomes crowded with bumper to bumper traffic. A cemetery worker in a backhoe is in the passenger side of my van and. all at same time, in the backhoe aside the van. I am telling him my life's story, so much of my life was spent in St. Charles Cemetery and we both agree that we both are blessed / lucky to live a cemetery life.
At section 24 the scene changes. Still dark but there is a gate and a gate house at the left side of the road. Kind of reminds me of the set up over at Long Island Vets' Cemetery - but this gate and house are made of concrete, not red brick. I am suddenly inside the gate house and socializing with cemetery workers and others. Liz Kerschner enters. She has 5 pound bag filled with pot, pure without sticks and clean. I ask her to share just a little with me. I argue that I have not had a smoke in decades. She denies me any.
As this dream fades, I am again driving the van into St. Charles. This time Cathy is with me. The road then takes us to area just between unit 4 and Barksdale Ferry Road - here at the estate. We are socializing with a couple who are in a construction biz in Myrtle Beach.
The man tells me he can make a fortune building car ports - although in the dream he nor I can ever come up with the identification "CAR PORT." We just stumble to come up with the word, but know what we mean. (This may be another symptom of a dementia forming in my brain.) I do realize he means car ports and after he invites Cathy and me to come to Myrtle Beach to build display models units for him, he supplies the materials for the project. I alert him that Cathy will not fly there while I would be happy to take a plane there.
We apparently begin building a car port right there alongside unit 4 and Barksdale Ferry Rd. While I inspect our progress I notice there is bumper-to-bumper traffic on Barksdale. (Never would happen in reality!)
The dream changes again. I am now. driving the van out of Greenwood, SC. on Rt 25 just before the bridge which goes over the tracks by Connie Maxwell's Home for Children. Ahead of me is a traffic jam. The entire right lane is held up due to a small truck trailing a small boat. It is jack-knifed. A cop is staying traffic. I turn into the left lane then drive nicely to the head of the jam. I awake.

11-14-12: The Election Dreams
1st Dream: The winner - I assume that is myself - is awarded square sheets of gold laid flat inside rectangular boxes. (See actual dream log for drawings.) I awake to piss and post this dream at 2:45am.
2nd Dream: Again I am involved in a contest. The winner is now awarded blocks of some thing I cannot remember what exactly. I assume it is golden blocks. I awake at 3:48. Piss and post and return to bed.
3rd Dream: This dream is about a sing-song and dance contest. I am in the competition. But I am not sure if I am the winner. The winner wins a pyramid of gold but the gold is contained in squares and rectangle blocks at the base of the pyramid. This dream contains portions of the contest. I can not recall exactly what but I am singing more than dancing.
The entire affair takes place here at our estate. Apparently when Jennings (our next door neighbor) told me today (during a conversation over his barking dog) that he owned 1,000 acres, in my dream I own that kind of acreage too. At one point in the dream I am searching the slope of a grassy hill. (It is actually the back hillside but without trees and well maintained.) Grass is trim, there are pine trees at mid slope on my right (Just as our pine alley is to the right of the back hill.) I notice while I stroll down this slope that there is a woman or a man at the bottom of the hill; maybe 200 yards from me. I call to her. She cannot hear me and never looks back at me. I suddenly realize there is an owl's nest in a pine tree close to me. There are two owls on the nest. They are not grow owls and appear more like like store-bought phony owls than actual real life owls. Still the two attack me and I flee back toward the main house; where the activities are taking place. While I run away from the owls I realize there is another kind of bird nest also in the same tree. Chicks from that second nest are in the grass. They also flee the angry owls as well. I see one of the baby chicks in the grass. I do not stop to help it. I realize the owls will prey on it and that is as it should be. I do not have a feeling of "Better it than me." I am not afraid of the owls. I just want to avoid them pecking at me.
I return to my residence - the main house - and back to the contest. My dad is present and I relate to him the story about the hill, owls and all. I then am involved with the contest.
I awake at 5:20. Piss, post the dream and return to bed.

06-13-13
2 dreams, second sleep after putting dog and cat out, returned to bed at 6:23 AM.

1st Dream: Mom, all her children, are looking upon a large rectangular box that displays food stuff. We apparently cannot get any of the substance. Frank D. enters the picture and tears the box open so we all cane feed. He takes his place as head of the family. I awake realizing that although I always resented Frank because he got everything I by birth deserved, he actually earned and deserves it.

2nd Dream: I am showing someone that long rectangular strip across from the Anderson’s that the lumber jacks ripped up. I am speaking about it’s future when Charlie Schel enters the scene and tells us that he purchased and now owns the property and that its destiny is in his hands. I awake realizing that although I always resented Charlie because he got everything I by birth deserved, he actually earned and deserves it.

06-27-13
Pam, the High Priestess, I and another I am not fully aware of are walking into a large, open-air lobby. I think this may be a scene from a James Bond movie or Miami Vice, except I am the one - and this one or two others - are the only ones entering the lobby. From inside I view myself and these others from high up in the well lighted lobby. Perhaps from the top of a stairway looking down. From there is pictured (or I am the one doing the watching) a large lobby that is maybe 30 feet across and 20 feet deep - from revolting doorway to the back of the clerk's desk. The actual wall behind the clerk's desk is not shown. The entire room is semi-circular with high planked, dark maple wood panels on either side of a glass facade with the glass revolving doors at it's center. I and the others are walking for the desk across an unremarkable blue slab floor.
The view switches back to my perspective at the clerk's desk. I am still in that lobby but the ceiling is now very low, at the height that Ye Olde Friendly's ceiling was - 7 feet. There still is sunlight from the lobby glass frontage, however, it is more like the light that was cast from Ye Olde's front window. The clerk's desk is alike Ye Olde's counter. I am greeted by someone and told that the doctor is not in but to wait for him / her. I decide to leave my companions and stroll to the back of Ye Olde. Keep in mind here that this is not Ye Olde at all, but has the same feel to it. I am not seeking anything, just whiling away the time as I enter the back area; where Adstone office was. I discover Pam sitting on a sofa and chatting away on a old, black hand held phone. The sofa is a non-descriptive tan cloth, but could pass for a plastic. Pam sits atop it in a tight fitting black dress and her hair is cropped short like that girl on FRIENDS - Monica. Pam's skin is naturally on the light side, but (like Monica on FRIENDS) her face is very white in this dream scene. Pam's legs are not covered as if she were wearing a mini-skirt, however, like on the High Priestess card from an alternate Tarot deck (other than the Rider-Waite) her legs were covered over.

Pam is turned away from me and chatting briskly on the telephone. She glances over her shoulder and acknowledges me. She turns fully at me and covers the mic of the phone with 3 fingers from her right hand. The hand has one of those loops attached to her dress. Makes for a pretty picture. Before she speaks, I notice a few things: I am wearing a suit, a light brown suit with some filigrees on the cuffs and down the lapel, golden lace. I am standing in a casual stance, the jacket is open. I am not wearing a tie, yet there is some ado about my neck. I also notice a male figure to my left, to Pam's right on the sofa. I can see the top of his face and head and his legs - nude and stretching out from the sofa in Pam's direction. A large newspaper covers the remainder of him. I do not acknowledge him nor he me. To my right, and behind, but fully to her left, stands a woman. She is a blur and phantom like, but she is very much involved with the scene. Like the male, we do not acknowledge each other.

This scene is not exactly the reverse of THE LOVERS card. Pam was originally facing away from me, thus that position would had created the correct image.

However, if I am to take the card as when Pam turned, then it would make for the upside down Tarot. So either the message here is that - right side up: there is a choice to be made. I am now ready to establish my own belief system and make up my own mind about what is and what is not important in life. This is also a time when I need to stay true to yourself and be as authentic and genuine as possible.

Or - upside down: The Lovers reversed can also indicate inner conflicts and being at war with yourself rather than with external forces. It suggests disharmony and difficulty in being able to balance my own inner union.
Pam speaks to me, low, but not exactly a whisper. Her tone is to convey a message, nothing else. She says,"Hey, Jerk, everyone has their own lives, including you. And you’ve been out of theirs for 13 years. Put it all behind you."
I woke because Cathy called me to breakfast - 9:30 AM

June 30, 2012 - Mending, Fitting
1st Dream - Series of fitting vanilla covered cookies into form-fitted dishes. There is a lot of commotions with old friends. Woke at 2:32 am to piss.
2nd Dream - An elaboration of 1st dream. No so much cookies this time but focus on the work I and others are doing. These dream (all 3) are vivid but dark. We are building large square frames of maple wood and fitting something, I know not what, into them. I am enjoying this work and being with friends. Cathy is there alongside me. Awake to piss at 5:36 AM and put dog out, feed cat. I rush back to bed because I want the dream to continue.
3rd Dream - Dream take a completely different course. Cathy and I are on the move. No idea where to but I am involved in the dream's action. Cathy wakes me at 9:26 AM

July 2, 2013 - Rod and Lisa, The Movie
Dream #1 - Cathy and I are going to Augusta to rent movies, I think they are DVD's like in the Netflix vending machines. Meanwhile there is this very large circular earthen mound super-imposed over the dreamscape. I am involved in trenching through it. Cath and I hear voices. I first think them from kids over at unit 5. But come to realize it is Rod and Lisa sitting on the back porch of unit 4. No cars are in the carport. I am on my ATV and drive between the crapes and the main house to see them. I call over that we are headed to Augusta to rent a movie. They say they are going to Augusta to get DVD's. I wake at 3:10 and record this.
There were 2 more dreams but the recorder did not work.

July 3, 2013 - 4 Dreams
Dream # 1 - Rain God. I'm erecting statutes of ancient gods, statutes that are already in place. It begins to rain. The rain becomes torrential when I notice that the statue of the god of rain is falling down. I have to straighten it out. The dreamscape is rainy, dark and immense thunder - there was a lightning storm going on in the real world. Awake at 2:23 AM
Dream # 2 - House Hunting. A female who I never put eyes on but I expect she looks like Lucy Liu

we are looking for a house, to buy a house in a forest or jungle. The dreamscape is formed from the woods. However, a jungle texture is imposed over those views. Lots of thick green and moss. The girl looks on while I handle what is a loan application. This loan application is a device that is wafer thin, long, rectangular in shape and looks very much like a circuit board with a ecliptic hole along its upper area. This dream is odd in how I move through this forest. I am slightly aware of my position in the dreamscape as being in the middle of a large cube, but I cannot see or even sense the edges. Awake at 4:40 AM.
Dream # 3 - House Hunting. I am comfortably dressed in cavalier, Medieval clothing. Very much like the casual outfit a Huguenot from the 1500 would wear. Not uniform, street clothes. The girl from dream #1 is there. I have a sword and I'm swinging it around. This sword has a thin blade like a fencing sword but the rod is square and the tip has a round musket ball-like, round object. Yet it is very sharp. I slice a pair of black, milky-plastic boxes (remind me of plastic coolers.) The cut is so sure that I have to push the pieces apart afterwards to prove there even was a cut. The girl is impressed. She produces two very large eggs - ostrich sized eggs. We both acknowledge that these are Gowaddein eggs (Go-wad-de-in.) We use the eggs to play a kind of table tennis, the object of the game is not to break the eggs. The game goes on until the eggs break. Then I suggest we eat the eggs because I haven't had Gowaddein eggs in a long time. Awake at 7:40 AM
Dream # 4 - Date with Pat. An involved dream taking place at Ye Olde Friendly. Patty calls and wants to date. There is commotion and I am truly trying to set up the date and have a lot of expectations over it. Then suddenly I find myself in a long hallway. From far into the hall doors begin to slam closed, hundreds of doors until the door right in my face closes. I awake at 9:15AM