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Dec. 7, 2019 St. Ambrose Cool day . Partly Cloudy, Feels Like 61° Mid afternoon around 2pm dream, been fighting a cold. A Dark dreamscape but when outside and not under the trees, it is very nice looking day. Cathy and I enter our bedroom along with a person who is Karen Scibner. She is just a bust of a girl. Nude, plat short hair. Cute kid. Also present are girls in their teens and twenties, presumably members of Cath’s family. The bedroom is upstairs. The room is familiar, roughly 12 x 25 feet or more. A TV is playing, We all get into bed and I snooze, during which Cath and Karen and a young girl are fondling me and playing on the bed. I ignore them to get some sleep.  It is late afternoon.  Cathy leaves to go to work at A&S in West Babylon. This house is on a street that does not exist in my old neighborhood in Babylon. The property lays much like Joe and Sue Napoltano’s does, on a strip with a house right and left, kind of like a block onto itself amid a neighbor of normal blocks. (This is important, see later.) The front yard has a short driveway that leads to the left side of the house. The house is classic western bungalow - very much like house depicted below.  The house below shows a garage in the back. In the dream it just ends at the back corner of the house. Much like Richie Ramo’s house off Roosevelt in Massapequa Park. Almost exactly like second image below but has a second story. Western Bungalow  The property on all sides is heavily treed, mostly young to mid aged trees. Elms, red and green maples, some short maples. There is a group of semi mature water oaks in one corner near a free standing garage (water oaks are not native to New York.) More on this area later. The entire plot is very well shaded. Cathy leaves for work. She leaves through a door that leads to an open hallway with a staircase leading to first floor. I do not see this in the deam, but can visualize it. It is also a house that has popped up in past dreams. (Have found the dream at this time,) That hallway leads also to 2 other rooms (assume: bedrooms.) there is activity and voices coming from that area.  All the second floor rooms are uncovered brown colored hardwood, just like in my Mon’s house in Babylon. Some of the girls in the room I lay in are watching TV.. The TV I inherited from Mom. It is to the right of the foot of the bed, sometimes I see it atop a low cabinet, other times it hangs from the ceiling. Karen and another girl are trying to seduce me in my sleep. Mostly I notice Karen’s hair across my face. Suddenly there is a ruckus along with others entering the room. There is a a large kitchen or bath opposite the door leading to the hallway. People are entering from the hallway and moving through to that other room. I arise and take bust-size Karen with me into that room. There is a low key party going on in there. I decide to seduce Karen and another girl so we return to the bed and stop short of sex. Time to pick up Cathy from work. I leave through the front door and descend the front porch - very much as pictured above. There are all the girls from upstairs hanging around. 3 sit on the stoop. Others are running around the property. I focus on getting in my car (not van) to leave. Next scene: I am driving in a hurry Rt. 109 toward the RR tracks with Cath in the car. To get on RR Avenue, I cut off a large bus; I am driving in the left lane (on 2 lane RR side road.) I notice on coming traffic but when I check to pull over I notice the bus will not allow me in. So I cut it off again and it flips over. A pick up loaded with hay pales flips over in front of me and from out of no where a 18 wheeler comes speeding tween us and the bus. It flips over as well. We all end up at the corner of Stove Avenue and RR Avenue&ldots;at the foot where Mike’s body parts were discovered in 1976. (That reference was not in the dream.) I argue with a cop that I have to get my wife home and am suddenly back at the house, on the “yard” side, under many trees. There are 5 or 6 girls laying down layers of fertilizer. I assume to get grass to grow? Cathy is wondering what’s up? I tll her they are laying down layers of fertilizer. We retire to the second floor bedroom. Cathy is angry and assumes I had sex with the bust sized girl. I deny it, but admit what has happened. Cathy goes to punish the girl, but she has no turned into a plastic Karen. Cathy wakes me at 4:45 because I expressed a desire to bathe before supper. Dec. 29, 2019  St. Thomas Becket, Cloudy, 65 degrees, rainy - into a rainy pattern, although yesterday was very summer like. Took ZZquil at 1 am. Loved this dream. For whatever reason I drive to Coindre Hall and park on the "cement area." Not sure of vehicle I drove but it was bulky like a 1960 Bonneville. I enter the front door of CH .. have a vague recollection of making the walk around the kitchen side of the mansion. The place is packed with people. Likely all alumni, but there were women present also (alumni is defined as all male graduates.) There is a curator or tour guide who I seem to acknowledge to be Pat Phelan yet I'm unsure and vague about it. In any case, I ignore the guided tour and head off on my own. I am walking in areas never accessed by me ever .. the rooms to the right (east tower) and upper stories. Those were the Brothers' quarters; the areas right of the chapel and on the 3rd floor beyond the Big Group's locker/storage room. There is a small party of folks my age (70 plus) on a balcony. It is exactly like the center balcony that spans over the central garden between the Big Group's dormitory and the chapel but is imaginary. The balcony is enclosed much like the library was/is. Folks are sitting around a long table chatting about CH. A man about my age  sez he attended during the late 1960s and ponders aloud about the history of the boarding school. There is active conversation about the later years - the years my brother Frankie attended the school which was during and after the construction of the gym and right before the Brothers/Church shuttered CH. The gent sitting across from me spoke little but captured much of my attention. Tall, grey all over, authoritive, almsot military. He seemed to possess knowledge of CH beyond reach of the rest of us, though it never came to light. I mention that I attended from 1958 through 1964. There is mention by me and others about 'kids' who attended during the early 1950s and before. I knew, of course, students who attended at least 4 years before I enrolled. The library (and other locations) hung images of past students and brothers long after they moved on. There was talk about them and the school, but I recall none of it outside the dreamscape. I feel a pleasant state of mind during this scene. It is cloudy and dim outside but not inclement. Suddenly I am atop the real balcony and looking out on Huntington Harbor but only briefly. I may have felt a bit frightened like when the first time - in real life - I stood at that spot. So high, expansive and awesome! A few moments crossed the dreamscape: I recalled when Ricatelli and I scampered about that balcony; the time I chased Mike Milano across it - and all through the school to beat him to a pulp..my bad. Another time Lando (not sure of spell) hung off that balcony to everyone's amusement. I find myself leaving through the front door and start walking west (left.) I am seeking the portico at the side where the Little group's study hall was...before they built the gym. While walking I think back on the gathering I left. Just after the west tower, where the principal's office was there is an elaborate edifice, an extension/addition that looks a lot like the Roman Pantheon.     But, as I mentioned, built out from CH's facade. There is a balcony behind the columns with several people roaming around. It is very dark (as in the image above.) And the coloring is marble in dim white (normal) light as opposed to what you see above. This structure is not exclusive and the walls of CH continue as I walk on seeking the portico.     I reach the portico. It is mid day, the sun behind CH. The pine alley is vivid and I smell the scent of pine, wet pine. (Pine alley is where they later built the gym.)    I awake at 7:30 am. Feeling disappointed to awake. I linger on the dream and the mood. Made me return to the old school. A doctor once remarked to me, after I told him about another Dream I had about CH (I'll try to look it up and post a link here) he remarked that CH - especially the boarding school community and environment may had a lasting effect on me, a good effect. Well, this morning it had. Wednesday 3/11/20 St. Seraphina.  Cousin Mary and Dad.  Beautiful, 70 degrees. Dreamscape began very dark. Entire dream remained midnight black out of doors. Dream begins with me waking up from a deep sleep at W. Place is feeling comfortable, warm and, except for me and usual monuments, I’m alone. I am in the showroom, sitting up holding a scratchy tan blanket. Dad and another man walk in from the flower shop door. They turn on the lights which a very bright. They sit at the desk in the showroom; dad says he feels sick. I am driving along New Highway, can see lights along the western skyline. I drive to W and enter the showroom. Cousin Mary is chatting with Dad and his friend. She sees me and starts in about getting my father to a hospital. I am quiet. I walk into the back. I look around to find Uncle Gigi - dressed to the nines, wearing glasses and smiling. He directs me to sit, relax and masturbate as he joins the others. I follow him to the others. Mary is badging my father to get to a hospital. She insists she and I should get him in the car. Uncle Gigi takes dad into the back while Mary and I start to the car. I take notice that she is the Mary I saw while moving Mike from NY. Mature, short hair, way less shy than old days. (See dream Jan. 12, 1979, vol 6. Mary usually appears in my dreams in her late teens with plaid, pleated red and black short skirts and wearing roller skates; or in silky white blouse and black slacks, long hair.) The difference between being indoors and outside are very stark&ldots;bright indoors very dark out.  This outside darkness is apparent even while inside. I am driving a Pontiac, red interior&ldots;probably REBEL, but is very much like car from online dream log July 4, 2013 - More Frequent Dreams Dream #1. Very suddenly Mary instructs me into a city traffic and to a large, brick hospital. The scene is more like a Batman movie than real. I awake at 8:44.. first night back in regular bed since Val’s Day due to illness. Saturday 9/9/23 St. Peter Claver  Crystal Ball Influenced dreams. Airplane Wreck & Lost in Our Wood  Mean clouds to thunder storms, 90 degrees. Near the end of a very bad summer cold. So bad I decided to pull out the tarot but settled on my large crystal ball. Could hardly sit up. Chose to sleep with the ball. I haven't employed the ball or scried in years. Ball rested in my breast. It seemed very cold and I've never seen it this dark before; perhaps it needs cleaning. There is no moon (and it poured outside. Will clean when full moon.) Dreamscape  Airplane: Vivid and clear. Inside a jetliner, in the back of jet. All walls are white and curved as airplane walls are. Engine roars but I pay no attention to that. Passengers are beyond a wall before me and some passengers to my right who I am holding causal conversation with. There is a passenger close to me, tween me and wall - might be Cathy. There is a porthole on the wall where those sit to my right and, if I jockeyed toward them and glanced forward I'd be peering into the passenger compartment, but I do not do that at all; it's just taken for granted. I am telling these passengers about my marital history. There's some back and forth, questions and answers but NOW (as I write this) no idea how that carried out. Right before or right at the start of chatting about my life with Dennie, Dennie herself gets up from among the passengers and walks pass to behind me. I don't pay much attention to this until a door is loudly closed behind me. I turn toward the door. Not sure how, but I know she walked up a flight of stairs behind the door. Suddenly the door, wall and all explode out at us. A section of metal the size of a wall stud strikes me. I awake in (another) sweat. I discover, at last, the ball is warm. There is a small light in the crystal.That makes me feel better about things. I bring the ball into my mid section and fall back to sleep. Wood: Dim and gets darker as dream evolves. Jimmy Chel and I are standing on the east branch of Catherine's drive. It's right after sunset and very dim. Lamp lights are on. Cathy is up on the porch watching us. There is activity at the top of the drive. Someone is warning everyone about a rabid coyote in the wood. Jimmy moves quickly past the 8 tree garden and motions to me that he sees where the critter is. I call to Cathy to get my rifle. She does. I start down into the wood. Suddenly but not unexpectedly I am in a gift shop / bar and Big Peggy is there (she runs the shop.) We are overjoyed to see each other and warmly embrace. (Peggy is a tall, drop-dead beautiful blonde who lived in Bayshore during the years I was active in the area. Her hubby got sent to jail and every so often she found solace with me while he remained away.) For whatever reason, I left the gun with Peg and moved toward the back of the shop. This new area is like a sweet shop and had a soda jerk bar. Most of the 6 or so people present were older females (In their 60's) and all were bragging on Trump. So annoying! I walked out a door to find myself on a dark street in an industrial area. No trees, a telephone pole, some tall barbed wire topped fences and a phone booth. A black mid-size car pulled up along side me. The driver is one of the women from the shop. She calls to me, asking if I need a ride, I say no, "I live right up the hill," I reply. She drives up the darkened street. I peer past the fence. I'm in an industrial area but after hours. I walk along the fence. It leads into an alley and I continue further into it. Always looking through it expecting to see our wooded area with its trails leading back up to the main house. All I see is a hilly silhouette backed by a thin horizon. A fiery horizon. Suddenly there's commotion behind me, sirens too. I turn around. This scene contrasts what's behind me - totally so! Tall brick buildings with several alleys present themselves. From where I began walking into this alley, another black mid-seized car rushes in and toward me. I dash into an alley behind another fence. The car stops and I 'know' it's being chased by at least one cop car. A big, hairy, hunky guy gets out of the black car. He runs over to me and hands me the car keys. He does not pause but continues into the alley saying,"Here, take the keys. There's a couple of wide screen TVs in  the car. Go watch them." And vanishes into that alley. I walk over to the car. Cops are on their way. I wake up. I'm concerned about both dreams. I suspect they are some level of revelation about my health or my marriage's well being. Again I turn to the Tarot. Naturally, the cover card is 8 of Swords. But it's right-side up; I need that right now. Cards show I'm married to an unfair women...duh. Remainder is not for this page. (8 of Swords indicates illness.) Sunday 9/10/23 Early evening. St. Nicholas of Tolentino  Crystal Ball Influenced dreams. Snack for S Pleasant sunset, 80 degrees. Near the end of a very bad summer cold. So bad I decided to pull out the tarot but settled on my large crystal ball. Could hardly sit up. Chose to sleep with the ball as I did yesterday. Dreamscape is real-world. I'm at S (Garage area at St. Charles Memorials where I lived in an apartment for 13 years) just stepping out of the shower. In towel I walk through the apartment area toward the office, not fully dry. There are others around. They are involved in projects of their own. A knock comes at the door, it opens and in steps 2 men. (This is reminiscent of the time Michele and I were disturbed by 2 cops way back in 1989-same location but that time we had lights out and both of us were naked.) I showed myself in towel to the gents, they were in construction working attire. I said, "I'm not descent here, how may I help you?" One asked for the construction zone. I took the door from that one and nodded my head toward the back of the outside driveway. I closed the door as they left. Someone in the apartment area asked what's up. I replied, "It's nothing." Then I dressed and headed outside to the 'construction zone.' This is the area/scene mentioned in other dreams where there is heavy construction going on behind S. I find the 2 men and point them in the right direction. I then walk along the west wall of S and turn to the front of the building. Very often in dreams, this turn does not take me outside the front of the building but inside along the back of the showroom where the toilet and stock room is. Here again I find myself. I glanced into a window (that is not there in real world) and see the room is empty, it is my dad's office. I turn into the office and walk into the apartment's kitchen area. Hilda is present along with others. She was my dad's personal secretary from 1970 through 1995; when she moved/retired to Jenseen Beach, FL. She lost her entire family and her mind and died during the 2000 teens. But she was one of my favorite mentors. For whatever reason I am walking with others through the apartment area when someone (might be Hilda calling from the kitchen) to go get snacks. I back track and leave through dad's office to go get snacks. I wake. I feel the cold has broke. (Nope, got 2 days to go) Ball is warm and fully lighted. Still need to cleanse it but full moon ain't for weeks.

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