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Another WBTB morning, my memories of my dreams before I woke up for the WBTB are not good.

I remember that I was inside my house, on the computer and I was on DV chat, and I went on youtube, and I saw a video where someone had made their own song, and it sounded a lot like a song I had started to make myself in real life. I got really angry at the guy for stealing it, I made a big fuss about it, I got off my laptop, I went downstairs, and I can't remember when I did then, but I then remember taking out the trash and then going on the downstairs computer and onto DV chat for like a few seconds, then I went back up stairs to my laptop and onto DV chat.

I'm thinking that DV chat (or just computer in general) is a dream sign for sure.

I will edit this post after my WILD attempt, later on in the morning.

EDIT: I can't remember my dreams now. I was able to remember them earlier, but I never wrote them down. I know that my WILD attempt failed though. I could not get comfortable enough, so I just gave up and went to sleep.

I cannot remember my dreams from last night much. I think Dad was involved in it briefly.
Actually, the dream I just woke to was like on a mission and it was in the water.
There was a lady with a hat at the top of a cliff and we had to press the up button to float, the right button to attack or something and the rest were for movement. She had a red frilly skirt. It was in multiplyer with TP and CV (my brother's friends). I was waiting for my brother's to load. So while waiting I went to attack her and she killed me with one shot so I realised that we had to utilise the float button to get above her and kill her. It took a bit of cooperation coz she was pretty fast.
Turns out that she had a hat we needed to destroy somehow. It was black and round and the pointy in the middle where the pointy bit of a witches hat usually is [...]. I couldn't destroy it with normal attacks, so whilst down in the water at the bottom I asked my brother if he had any scissors and luckily he did so we chopped the hat in half and won the game.
The hat kept floating and there was a news report saying [...].

Also, I had AK's SLR and it was so much fun. It was foldable too.

I was at a rocky beach with AK and DM and it was in Bunbury and the part we were at had a name but I can't remember what it was but there were blowholes and we all went to look to see that it was the greatest beach in Bunbury. Then we did something behind the rocks (which were stopping the water from hitting us) but then the tide started picking up and much water came over the rocks but managed to dodge us, luckily. We escaped and when we looked back the water passing over the rocks was in the shape of an old man with a big head, big nose and walking stick.
We had to jump down some rocks to avoid it and it was quite scary. I went to jump but luckily the rock I was on started falling (due to water behind me) and although that was scary I managed to jump from there to the next one and got away safely because the distance was already small from the original rock falling.
We went to some place where AK asked if I wanted Turkish bread, it was only (!?) $30 each or 4 for $90. I wasn't so sure because it was so expensive but I was considering buying it because I know that Turkish bread is so good. There was also some nice cheese spread to go with it or something like that. Like ricotta cheese. And it was near some spot that looked a lot like a bank teller but outside.
While we were walking towards that place there were similar water-cloud thingies and the one we were heading towards was in the shape of AK, I thought, but DM and AK sort of disagreed. There was an alleyway or something with one of AK's friends, or maybe not her friends but some art exhibition she was interested in.

We were on an adventure about 5kms from Perth with many other people, maybe about 40 of them.

I found my iPod (I do not have one; I used to have one a couple of years ago but it was stolen).

I washed something in water and left the bucket full (it was a bucket with a tap and a plug that you pull up or down to "activate") by accident. The bucket was near the computer room in Australind.
Later on, Dad came back into the room with myself and my sister and other people and told us not to use the computer because he'd spilled water near it. I immediately thought oh shit I left the bucket full, so proceeded to clean it up. It was just on the carpet, only a little bit and not even near the computer, but I thought I'd go vacuum it anyway.
I went to get the vacuum and I cam edown from the bush and threw the vacuum down onto the yellow sand (which had totally changed from the yellow carpet location).
I went and did something else with my sister, involving my iPod.
Then I went back to the sand and retrieved the vacuum which was really good; I remember my sister telling me that the "neck" wasn't long enough even though it was really expensive, which is true. I didn't actually use it because I thought it would be dumb to use on sand because it'd just suck everything up and get full. So I went to retrieve it and the sand was a main road and grabbed it with my sister there to help. We waited for a gap in the cars (took a while, it was pretty busy) and I quickly grabbed the vacuum, then passed it to my sister. She had to take it away quickly because I was stuck in the sand. She thought this was just an excuse to listen to my iPod, but I was actually stuck.

We then went to our adventure place. There was a criminal there and I was responsible for making sure he stayed put. The authorities were too trusting of him and thought it would be okay to let him stand freely, but every time I slacked off with the ropes (which were more like jewellery beads than chains/ropes), he'd start to attempt to get free and run off. At first we were trying to bind him properly.

Then we were waiting in line to get onto the bus home. I was still responsible for holding this guy and I had to bind him around his arms and stuff. As we got to the end of the line, Mrs M took the chain off everyone (everyone had one) and the chain's blue colour (although it wasn't really a colour, more like a vibe) disappeared and she put it away to the side. Everyone was connected.
I think it went from that guy being in trouble to me being in trouble. Something to do with my iPod, again.

The bus was airconditioned and many people wanted to get on it because it was promoting the release of a blockbuster movie, a week or two after it had been released. It was like that movie's "experience". It was similar to avatar or something, but with queens of the desert.
Mr and Mrs M controlled the bus, and there were a few black people on it. Most of the seats were reserved for those that booked it for the movie experience.
My seat was on the second story and you had to climb up from underneath, open a hatch to climb through and sitting on the seat next to it, letting your feet dangle through the hatch. I knew that I had to get comfy because there were 5 hours to get to Perth. I attempted to climb up there at first with my stuff (a bombcase-type thing) like the ones that hold AK's cameras), but it was too hard so I climbed up there without anything.

There were two pinoys across from me on the right (I was on the left) and they were looking at various things you could do on the bus. Turns out they could call the Catholic Church. And you had to speak in Tagalog to do that. I let them do that, it must've been good for their religious beliefs or whatever. One of them was Aunty MFe.

Morning of September 11, 1983. Sunday.



This is one of several very vivid (but non-lucid) dreams that seemed to reflect aspects of foreshadowing regarding 9-11. Dreams of this type (including one similar to this one) seemed to start in 1977, where the main patterns of a more precise nature regarding my future wife (especially regarding her “conquering” of Susan R, the “other”) were already in play, so to speak.

My dream starts out where I am in a large wheat field. I seem to be in a fairly good mood and am feeling relaxed. However, there is a sense of impending disaster for some reason. Looking back towards the horizon (I am not sure of directional orientation - if I went by my Cubitis bedroom and in-dream focus, it would be mostly to the northeast), I see a low-flying airplane. There are two skyscrapers in the distance (but no other more discernible buildings or landmarks). The airplane is heading directly for one of the skyscrapers, the one on my right. Knowing it will probably crash (seemingly on purpose) and even though it is not that close to where I am, I start running west.

As I run west, I seem to feel myself either shrinking or at least changing in perspective in a very bizarre way. I suddenly seem to be running through some sort of metallic tunnel which is like an awareness of running inside of a “giant computer” with various printed circuits on floor, walls, and ceiling. Behind me is an approaching energy that I know will destroy me and anyone else in the world or at least in the region. It makes a sort of sizzling sound as it gets closer and closer to me. In the distance, at the end of this “hall”, I see a forest and hope I will reach it.

I perceive a phrase somewhat dramatically, “That’s it, that’s all, it’s everything gone!” almost like a line from poetry. I awake at this time as the sizzling gets louder behind me and I feel an intense heat. I have a sense that this giant hall has something to do with people communicating by computer on a global scale, but that the airplane has triggered the end of all the circuits or some such through an increasingly destructive explosion. This was a typical composite precognitive event. It was quite some time until I was actually “inside” computers relative to being able to easily manipulate machine language code (through a self-learning process and realizing it was all mostly “conditional jumps” and little else) until I went on to something else, as I then took on the perspective that computer technology was at least half-myth and most of what programmers claimed was false, which of course is as with pretty much everything else.

This dream appears to have a legitimate and typical precognitive marker. Even though the airplane crashing into the skyscraper (tower) is the waking component in this case, it is also a September 11th dream and has other legitimate associations with terror such as when I cry out “That’s it, that’s all, it’s everything gone!” This causes me to ponder what is really going on in other levels of collective consciousness over any given longer time period. While it is true that the skyscraper as the tower here is my emergent consciousness and the airplane the projection of my dream self in being “stopped” during the waking transition, there is more to it, primarily literal. I run through the tunnel which is also the waking conduit (more accessible here than the tower), even more so as it looks like a circuit-board on all four sides (two walls, ceiling, and floor), the circuit-board being a model of the human brain, here upsized as my dream self seems downsized, almost shrunken.

Night of October 5, 1977. Wednesday.



This is one of those dreams I did more personal work with at the time because it was much longer than usual and more vivid throughout. I had other “versions” of it later on and made a comic which I no longer have.

Near the beginning, there was the idea of going on a long journey. Part of the journey was related to finding answers and learning from a large new computer, supposedly the best built thus far. This was long before computer technology was a more familiar asset in everyday life. It would be about the size of a house and all the data in the world would be active within it. It was almost like a quest, I suppose, or maybe a play on “question” relative to the idea of a quest, as that is regarding the last scene of my dream.

The first part involves scenes relating to watching the shapes of clouds in the backyard of my home in Cubitis. For some reason, Ernie and Bert, the “Muppets” from “Sesame Street”, are doing a longer skit from behind the area of the foundation of the shed that my father had been taking down that section of. I cannot quite hear the routine. A light rain begins to fall. The rain sizzles in an odd way on the Muppets’ “skin”.

There are other people with me, mostly unfamiliar, but I seem to be on my own at times. My older brother Jim joins us in the last section, though. We go through different landscapes, heading southwest. One scene involves looking down from a narrow wooden bridge over a stream, not that far above the water. Even though the stream is likely to be a freshwater stream, I see a colorful (seemingly spotted) orange octopus which then seems to be a brittle star. Although an octopus has eight arms and a brittle star has five, the brittle star in my dream seems to have eight arms at times. I watch it for a few minutes through the wavy patterns of the water’s surface. I did find out much later, though, that there are eight-armed sea stars in Australian waters near where I was to live many years later. An awareness of the numerical pattern regarding the number of arms (or assumed arms) being eight and five. My first initial came up, then a zero (as a potential egg?), the full four-digit sequence turned out to be a way to easily manipulate the “choices” that computers used many years later (interestingly, in 32-bit hexadecimal, which came long after the 16-bit ones) and led me to finding out all I needed to know about computer technology and the bizarre lies and popular myths that were built over a longer time period to where it now all seems like a mythological religion in the mainstream domain - to be able to get a program to do anything I wanted. (The bridge over the stream in my dream seemed to later represent the concept of “being above the mainstream” - perhaps meaning having more knowledge than the mainstream.)

There are other scenes of moving through landscapes, reminding me a little of “Damnation Alley”, which I had only seen the trailer of at the time but did see eventually. The movie has a similar aspect as one part of my dream - very strange “clouds” (unusual bands in the sky), an effect I do not recall seeing in any other movie, and quite intriguing, really. I also had a paperback book with stills from the movie, which I think I later got fifty cents for at a bookstore in Wisconsin. I would not refer to the dream environments as dystopian, though, it is quite varied.

The outcome of my dream is that I and others reach a large business building where the computer is kept. It almost seems as if we have not traveled that far or maybe are still near the area from where we first started in my backyard. My brother Jim is there (who had a higher interest in computers - more than anyone else I knew - long after this dream - and was the first person I knew in real life to get a computer) and talking to different people who are behind desks. One part of my dream seems to feature a structure that is somewhat like a railroad track - creating impressions of both underground mines and the “Haunted Mansion” ride at Disney World. It seems one section of the tracks goes near or even into the large computer.

I approach the computer and ask it what the family name of cats is. After standing there a short time, a paper prints out (as well as it being said in an electronic voice) the word “Felidae”. I then ask it what the family name of dogs is, and another paper comes out that reads “Canidae”, also with audio.

“Do you know everything?” I ask the computer.

“Yes,” says the computer, “Welcome to MYOPIA!”

“Don’t you mean Utopia?” I ask.

“I can’t see,” mumbles the “computer”, and then it curses. I lift a small, rectangular, silver door at about upper-chest height and a very chubby, sweating man looks up through the small patch of light going into the area he is enclosed in. He has a large open book he appears to be looking things up in. He then runs out from the side of the computer by opening a larger metallic door and at first I try to catch him (to publicly expose the whole business as a fraud), but I soon give up. He jumps into a coal cart and it moves down the track to the north. The “great computer” was completely fake.