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Wednesday Feb. 28, 2018: Squares Become Blocks
Humid, slight chill in the air. First night in a long while with
little back (knee) pain. This was a very interesting and unique dream
for 2 reasons. 1) It is as near a wet dream with lots of sexual
tension as I've ever had (perhaps I've had 2 or 3 over lifetime.) and
2) This is very first dream where the usual symbol of a square is now
in blocks. These blocks now puzzle me because squares usually
indicate that I am going through a phase o boredom in my waking life.
This dream was nothing but movement, action and lots of sexual
tension. Every scene takes place at night and in night time settings.
Its coloring is my typical shades of gray with several items in the
dream having vivid colors - mostly red and blue along with other colors.
Cathy and I are at sis-in-law's annual 4th July party. I'm with the
kids, at Lorraine's kitchen table with little Laken and Melissa
seated on either side of me. We are drawing or handling play blocks.
We are having fun. I notice that the corners of the room are defined
with sharp, black lines. Looking around it is noticeable that the
entire room is a block with definite black lines defining it.
Sis-in-law Patty enters from the outside porch area. She is
wearing a long, flowing, one-piece dress; very much a gown. It is a
washed out brown color. She and I reminisce about the time we dated.
That conversation causes sexual tension between us. I get the urge to
ask Cathy's permission to have sex with Patty.
Scene changes. There is some activity that links with the first
scene, but it is quick and vague - had to do with Cathy and I driving
Patty and Emily (her daughter) home from the party, but do not
remember the dream sequence. That sequence takes place in a block and
it leads to another block that is a car.
Cathy and I along with Patty and Emily are driving in a car
(Nowadays in waking state I drive the van only due to spine damage.)
I am driving through the night up Route 109 toward Levittown. (Real
world: Pat lives in PA. We are in S.C.) There is plenty of
conversation held but I am still bothered by the sexual tension
between Pa and myself. We are now approaching the train trestle (near
Fulton Street Pub) when Cathy and Patty decide to do some shopping.
In real world there is nothing at this trestle. In dream there is a
MacDonald's and a road that runs west along the RR. I turn the car
into it. The road is a long rectangle; behind us is a side that is
East Farmingdale and Rt 109 - Hempstead Parkway. We are exiting the
car against the raised RR tracks that form the right side of the
rectangle, up the road I see a typical Long Island neighborhood that
forms the opposing side to Rt 109 and opposite us is a store behind a
chain link fence. The fence is high, firm and, although I do not see
anyone or anything touching it I can hear the rattle of the chain
link. Behind the fence the store (a familiar one from pervious dream)
is brightly lit. At its entry is a set 2 or more cash registers.
We enter. Cathy and Emily vanish into the store's aisles.
Patty and I move into a secluded aisle and she suggest we have an
affair. I am excited and anxious but have no desire to carry on with
an affair. Definitely not to go behind Cathy's back - with her
sister! We are holding this conversation in an aisle that forms a
long block in a store that is a larger block.
I awake at 7 am. Feeling sideways about the dream. My back issues
less than normal.
Thursday March 1, 2018: Old Kia at
Construction Site
Humid, warm, rain on the way. We assembled the inversion table today.
Normally I wouldn't bother logging this type of dream, except it was
very vivid so I am: Not exactly a dark dream, like a cloudy day
except the night scenes. Cathy and I take the old Kia (Red) to a
store parking lot. The store is one from real life and a couple of
long ago dreams; blue roofing, brick and in a slight valley from the
main road. This road is Rt 28, the setting is the Family Dollar down
town McCormick. The real house that borders the Family Dollar is very
different and there is a high embankment tween house and parking lot.
We are having trouble with the car so we walk home late in the
evening. We return that evening to find a construction crew tearing
up the parking lot and doing renovations on the house. I notice there
is a bone white garage designed with lots of filigree. The
construction crew are digging out the ground right up to the garage.
Cathy is chatting with a crew member about the Kia; they are digging
out the parking lot all around the car. One of the bosses, in a metal
miners hat with light comes to me about moving the car. He is wearing
a rain coat and carrying a walkie-talkie, spending a bit of time on
the radio. He suggest trivial stuff like jumping the ttery
Cathy is now in our new kia (Silver) and calling to me. She wants me
in the car and we drive away.
I awake early in pain. Drop to floor and do exercises to ward off the
pain. 7:30ish.
Friday March 2, 2018: A Load of Dump
Now here's a an odd one.
Nice, sunny but cool day. In pain that will not quit and feeling run
down. But doing OK.
Dream was bright, outdoors and had no plot, no rhyme or reason. Was
mostly a series of stills. I probably would had never even remembered
it and remember only one scene. A large pile of dirt. It is the same
accumulation of dirt from the last night's dream. Strange.
Saturday March 3, 2018: Seemingly Babylon
Dim, over cast, shades of gray; Cathy and I are at a table for two in
a restaurant owned by Mike Maz. He is our server. This restaurant is
in a house very much like the restaurant Big Frankie had in Bay
Shore, Table has a white linen cloth, nothing on the table but my
folded hands. Cathy is unusually quiet. Her presence is acknowledge
but never seen throughout the entire dream. We are seated at a window
table. I pay little attention to what’s outside the window. AT
first there is only a wall from another building just a few feet from
the window - very much like the view from Patty and my
apartment’s bedroom window at Mastro’s. Mike, dressed in a
stark black and white server uniform steps between table and window
to take our order. He is his bright and perky self while telling us
the menu choices. (No idea what they are.) There is plant life tween
window and white wall now, but I am not paying attention to that as I
follow along to what Mike is saying.
There are other guests in the room, but I never see them.
Cath and I are now standing at the exit; putting on jackets. It is
misting outdoors. We stand in a foyer that is actually like a mud
room. The room is not one I pay much attention to as if one I’ve
been through many times. It is just a frame and walls - no electric
light or windows and now interior wall; just the slats and studs. He
enter the outside and are on a wooden stair with one wood handrail.
This is a new dreamscape but a very old setting. I have never been
here before but (as with Mike and the Bay Shore setting) it is my
take of Babylon in the 1950s. As if I am standing on the back porch
of mom’s house before the renovations in 1957. Only 4 or 5
steps. Mike is with us on the stairs still wearing his server uniform
without a jacket.. He is telling us about 4 girls. The girls are
young - 20 or so - brightly dressed in reds and blues. I really never
look at them more than a glance. Then Mike goes on to tell us about
some party or gathering ether held by mom or one she is attending. I
pointedly notice that the stair case is aside a huge lawned field
nearly the size of a football field, square and dense trees right and
left. The opposite side of the lawn or field is very far away; there
is a horizon of a city scene barely visible and lots of white. Maybe
marble? Maybe white painted houses. Some traffic. This scene and view
are prominent in the dreamscape. Both in visuals and feeling. It is
all shades of gray but washed. Not that the scenery is blurry, not at
all, but smooth, nondescript.
Cath and I leave via a vehicle. I awake at 7:30 am.
Monday March 5, 2018: A Box and Approval
A very nice day, carbon copy of yesterday; sunny, 60's.
Dreamscape vivid, realistic normal light, all indoors.
My hands are assembling a balsam wood box. I am at St. Charles
Memorials in the drawing room. The dark green tiled floor and yellow
sun reflecting off it is noticed. Upon completion of the box I study
it. It's about the size of a cigar box. The wood is smooth and light
tan in color. I notice it will not hold water, If filled the water
will seep thru the wood. I apply a bead of silicon along all the
inside edges.
Someone; a lady, is involved with this box. She and I are at Trylon
in the office. She is handling the box while I meticulously write out
a letter of her approval of it in a student note book on a page that
has some scribble on it - as if someone had tested the ink of a ball
point pen (blue ink) on the page - off to the right just below where
the blue lines begin on the page. As I write I admire my penmanship
and bemoan how I cannot write that nice anymore.
I awake at 8 am. Feeling no pain for first time in years. Cathy says
hood morning than dashes off to Walmart. REALLY lovely looking day out.
Wednesday March 7, 2018: Ringo Starr
Sunny but very cool weather, windy, major snow storms up north.
Beginning of dream was vague then went black. Scene got very
vivid. I’m standing in the pitch black .There are shadows
around me of people: Mom, Frankie, Mike perhaps others. In my hand I
hold a smart phone with the most amazingly colored display. The
purpose of this device is to bring people back to reality.
As if that is an interlude, I find myself at a shopping center. It is
the one bro-in-law Mike goes to play OTB. I have one foot on a
sidewalk the other on the parking lot area. I am aside and/or leaning
against a car. Might be an old dark colored Buick. The smart phone
still in my hand. It is mid day, dreamscape is a little fuzzy / hazy.
The dreamer (me) reverts back to a past dream (not recorded; was
about 3 nights ago) where I watch Ringo Starr on a TV program.
Back to this dreamscape I again see Ringo right before me walking
along the store fronts. I decide to check the phone as to how old
Ringo is. It tells me he is my age. I argue the point because when
the Beatles first came along I was 12 - 13 years old. ((Ringo is 9
years older than me.))
I awake at 7 am.
Friday March 9, 2018: Blurred Vision
Cold day - 57 degrees F, low of 39, bright, sunny. Feeling good. Very
interesting dream that brought to the fore about an issue only
realized around this time. Having spent an entire life at
visualization I suddenly realized there is an issue. It has propped
up before and, apparently, is common in my mental visuals. Only now
is it starting to make me wonder because it is noticeable. It has
always been easy for my mind to fully visualize any object and rotate
it any which way to view it as wished. However, take note of what
happens in this dream with the picture frame. That effect has been
there for awhile and is present now.
I am adrift, in an upright stance, in a black cloud composed of
leaves sized and leaf shaped objects, they crowd the dreamscape. The
shapes do not infringe any and I do not pay much attention to them. I
hear Artie Turco make a vocal sound in order to grab my attention (he
often did that) so I turn in his direction. He is smiling, looking
like he does in the photo of him at “S.” Holding a
cigarette. I notice the thickness of his hair line (forehead) for no
special reason. Suddenly the dreamscape, the leaf shapes, form a
picture frame around him. This frame is best described as if the
dreamscape is liquid and the shape of a frame emerges around Artie.
That is to say the frame is not an individual and separate item to
itself. It becomes obvious that the bottom half of the right side of
the frame and the right side of the bottom of the frame (AKA; 1/4 of
the entire frame) is grayed out. The balance of the frame is vivid,
decorative with leaves, etched and golden in color; the grayed is
smudgy and undefined. Artie is speaking to me or at me. I respond in
an automatic fashion while paying attention to the image of the
frame. I purposely mentally rotate the frame. As it moves to the
center of my vision while in rotation, I can see the frame perfectly
and in its entirety. But every time it moves into the right side of
my vision, it blurs and seems reluctant to hold any construct.
I awake feeling almost healthy, little back pain. Yesterday was first
time in 4 years that I felt able to walk, this morning the second. I
ponder the dream. Testing my visualization I discover I cannot hold a
mental image without the lower quarter, right side of it (regardless
of what the object be.) Referring back through my dream log - as far
back as the early 1980s - I do not find this issue. However, recent
dreamscapes do have such an issue. And, while reviewing my own
thoughts, from time to time yes there is this issue. What does it mean?
Tuesday March 13, 2018: Artie and Mike Visit Us
Wow! What a dream. Dark but happy. Lot’s of commotion and
everyone of our friends (and Cathy’s family - Mike, Tommy
and her sisters) were in it.
I am outside with a friend, Sid? We are expecting Mike Blom to visit.
There is happy commotion in the house as Cathy is preparing his
arrival. Mike appears along with Artie and a lot of others. The gals
go off to themselves while the guys go into the barn. I am, loosely,
showing them the barn. What I am showing them is the barn that comes
to mind in a few past dreams - more a department / hardware store
with stocked aisles. Mike is his old self, detached, smoking
cigarettes, missing his tooth. Artie is the same. Mark Turco or
Darrell are present while we walk through the barn. I am telling Mike
about McCormick as we leave the barn and enter the parking area.
There is movement in the woods and either I am thinking back to a
dream of when Artie visited and met a girl in the woods or Artie is
remenesing about it.
Cathy and the girls get us off the estate to a restaurant. It is one
that we often visit. (Not one in reality) A mixture of Bay Shore
Hotel and a typical main street Florida saloon. Cathy and/or Mike are
talking to a waitress - one we know and like - about people we know
who have also met Artie the last time he visited. They are trying to
gather old friends. I relive when Artie was here and he carried on
with a lady.
Wednesday March 14, 2018: Pictures In Floating Frames
Could have something to do with My Drawing Board shuttered and my
referral of Linda Mascardi to Cameron Moore's service. Weather is
cold but very nice. Doing a lot of outdoor Spring work.
Spacey, airy dream all dark. Pretty sure Doreen or some other person
and I are selling colorful 3D pictures in floating frames - the same
kind of frame from March 9th dream. But these are small, easy to
handle and vividly colorful. They float all around the dreamscape.
Friday, March 16, 2018 The Money Changers
First nice day of 2018, Back pains a bit, but just got up, looking
forward to good day all around. Sunny mid to upper 70’s
Clear, bright day, it’s Easter Sunday at ST. Charles cemetery
and all’s a carnival. Begin the dream it’s a bit rainy and
cloudy. I am leaving the cemetery to do something back at
‘S’ or in East Farmngdale. I am driving south on New
Highway. I have to go back because I left an item in my coat jacket.
Heading back the weather is clearing with intermit clouds. There are
many cars parked along New Highway. So many that I park on the side
of the road and head to the gate on foot. At the gate there are
dozens of traffic cops, mostly young females all in sharp looking
uniforms. The gate is larger than I recall. Lots of traffic. I
largely ignore it all and start fot section 25. There is traffic
everywhere. I come to a row of hanging jackets and enter it. There
are 4 or 5 big, Black men handling the jackets. All the clothing are
shiny black, right off they all seem to be jackets. 2 of the men are
trying on the jackets. I handle a jacket and we have a friendly
conversation about the clothes. I sense they are up to no good, but
not dangerous. Their wives or girl friends approach and I turn south
and walk to my closet. It is aside the New Hwy fence at the end of
that very short dirt road. I enter it and consider closing the door,
but do not. The closet if well lighted and very large. I move to a
rack of clothes and without removing a black shiny jacket, I reach
into the pocket and extract the item. I place it in my pant’s
pocket. I then proceed to lie down and just take in all the commotion
around the closet and inside the closet. People are talking and
moving about. There is a TV and a food bar. I find a flyer - a white
paper about legal size with black print. It’s nothing special to
my mind but I notice ita small ad asking for people (girls?) to come
and work for the cemetery. I reflect on all the activity and begin to
leave. I walk toward the gate and watch how busy the grounds are and
think how my years were the pioneer years for this robust and
carnival atmosphere.
I awake at 8 am hurting a bit but OK.
Saturday, March 17, 2018, St. Patrick’s
Day: Gift Wrap The World
This dream carried on all night. Not cloudy or bright - regular
dreamscape. Lots of talking with those involved but all chit-chat.
Sort of a bar room scene but not dark, more like the bar is our
kitchen area. While topics arise everyone is busy taking the topics
and co-creating them into small bit size balls of what the subject
matter is all about. Then everyone wraps them into a golden foil and
tosses them away.
Awake at 7:20, write comment about Tucker Carlson. Pain is less but there.
Sunday March 18, 2018: St. Cryll of Jerrusalem
Feast Day: Jimmy's Dead
Weather nice turned to rain for Monday morning. Aching pains, slept
on floor but that was a mistake.
Dark dreamscape but not local to the subject matter. It's the good
old disco days. Jimmy, Mike, myself and many characters from those
days are dancing, drinking, hooting it up. We're also constructing
something or other. Jimmy and I verve off to purchase something.
We're in a large building with slab floor and a few columns - the
entire dreamscape is now this building. There's a table or very wide
counter to our left, a store area to our right and an open doorway
before us but many yards from us. A salesman is with a customer at
the table so Jim and I go to the store area and seek what we need. We
see the customer in the doorway leaving. He has what we want. I
return to the salesman who has more. Jimmy is slumped in a chair at
the end of the table. He is wearing a warm looking jacket and I want
to try it on. While the salesman chats, I nudge Jim to let me try on
his jacket. It is black leather with a cozy looking light tan inner
coat. Again I try to wake Jim only to realize he is dead.
I wake at 7 am in a world of pain.
Saturday April 7, 2018: St. John Baptista De
La Salle:
Mike Moves Away
Weather cool and rainy, worse day for back pain in years. Finally got
to sleep around 10 am.
Picture a large, stately house with big rooms, thick red sanitest on
the walls, wide white moudlings, emmense spiral staircase and fine
furniture. The Auricchios live in this house. Mom, Dad, Mike, Frank,
Nancy and I along with Chickie-although she isn't around. We are a
happy family living out life on a large, lawned estate. Mike and I
are lounging on a wide bed just after a dinner affair. Mike tells me
he is looking for an appartment in town. I baulk, "Why? You can
stay here and have all you want." He wants to move.
I awak at 1 PM. Feeling hurt, but better.
Saturday April 20, 2018: St. Hildegrund
Whole Lot Of Shaking Going On
Weather is bright but cool - awoke to 50 degrees; some pain in knee.
This dream is confusing to me. It is a part of dreams from over a
week's time. Those were just like TV static; always changing and,
although vivid, imparted nothing. This time the static gives way to a
semblance of clarity when I ask some kind of entity a question. There
is this R2D2 kind of robot that guides me through the dream. I follow
it through towns and villages. Not taking notice of much as I am
preoccupied with wonder as to how all that static has now become a
proper vision.
I awake at 9 am.
Sometime in May 2018
Fire At Jennings McAbbe's
Dim dream scape, dark at times.
Artie Turco comes to visit - pretty sure Pam there too. I show
them around. As we exit the work shop I notice a fire burning through
the trees. Jennings and Mame are BBQing over there. Food smeels good
and crowd is loud. The fire I see is very memorable - think back on
it now.. bright flames through the trees toward back of hie property.
Wednesday July 18, 2018: St. Pambo
Placing Bottoms on Things
Weather is cooler than has been but still in 90s. Sunnny with threat
of pop up storms.
I am floating around over some kind of well lighted gravel (crush and
run?) parking area. Very busy with what I'm involved with.
Clothes in dark clothes with a cape, Back and forth I float from
where I am sleeping on the dark bed then right into the dream and the
bright area. I gather some kind of dark material from my sleeping
self and bring it to thnigs or people and attach it to the bottoms -
that are also floating about. The thing I attach has the texture of
those black, foam pipe insulation tubes but larger in width and about
8 feet long. I am so intensely involved with this activity that I
awwake 2 times and return to sleep just to continue. 3rd time I
forced myself up. About 9 am
Thursday July 19, 2018: St. Marcirania the Younger
Dad Needs A House
Weather stormy but less than inch rain, overall nice.
Involved dream with lots of concern about getting my dad a house,
prefeablly on the estate.
Saturday October 13, 2018: St. Edward the Confessor
Data on Florist Computer
Weather nice and cool (75ish) after the hotest summer on record.
The south also endured hurricane Michael. We were not impacted at all.
Had many dreams since last post, but none seemed to be interesting
enough to record.
Colorful dream - very rare for me - deep tone values; for example:
colors I mention on the computer screen are very vivd and the
surrounding areas pitched distinctively. I am happy throughout the dream.
I spend most of the dream working on the florist computer.
Specifically on tweaking the computer's uses and admin. Enjoying
every second of the task. Apparently there is a big shift in the
payroll and/or employment in the florist and Adstone. Doreen has full
charge of all these changes so I am responding to what she is doing.
The dream brings me back to when Dorie and I were together and happy.
There is no reference to anything afterwards.
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