Dream from 2004 Transcribed (Inner Space Cavern?)
[Written in Journal #66 entitled "Trans-Dimensional Shift" in Lubbock, TX, sometime around February of 2004.]
The house looks like it’s in the wilderness.
Weathered wood, outside; inside is fairly small.
My wife, at the time, and I live there.
There is a room in it that we rarely go in/
never go in.
I go in and find a fish tank
full of various frogs.
I ask to show her.
She seems very distracted.
*
I finally get her into the room.
There are more fish tanks, but the room hasn’t changed.
I remember something long forgotten.
As a child, I had put frog eggs (jelly soft masses)
from various ponds into the tanks
to see if they would hatch.
Lots and lots of frogs are everywhere.
Some connection to a college kid I lived with
who was literally trying to take over the world with
Artificial Intelligence that was supposed to
learn how the human brain works
and then enlighten everyone in the world, physically,
via hacked nanotechnology.
The filters in the tanks were clogged with algae
and dead frogs…
I feel like I can unclog them…
There are live frogs of all kinds and colors in tanks
and all over the room, loose.
I climb up into the rafters to turn on more lights
and find more and more frogs…
Tanks contain turtles and crayfish that
I had collected and forgotten…
They, the ones in tanks, even though the filters
were clogged, have somehow formed perfect balance
(like mini biospheres) and have survived untended for years
(one acts like actual tide pools with active tides)...
I think they need more water and tending
even though they likely do not…
*
Next time I go into the room alone,
and there are other animals there
in different tanks and cages…
There is more light in the room…
Guinea pig-like rodents. Three bear cubs…
I touch one’s nose carefully (big teeth)...
Saltwater fish opposite frog tanks…
All these fish have ich all over their heads,
no eyes or mouths…
I remember fish like these used to be in nightmares,
but now I see they are just sick, quarantined fish…
There is an orangutan in the room…
Also, a man, can’t remember what he says,
but he offers to show me some more things…
There is a younger man in the room who says nothing
(he is one of the “things” I am shown)...
*
I go to my [now ex-]wife.
Still acting somewhat indifferent
and bring her into the room…
The room is now a corridor. No animals.
[Later turns out to be underground passage that leads
beneath and away from the small wooden shack]...
Looks like a gift shop with a band/instrument motif…
Man leads us through…
Begins to look like Christmas shop…
Crosses and Christian decorations,
what look like Christmas ornaments…
There are small people dressed like dwarves and elves…
The man says something about the quiet young man…
Says he made him (cloned him?) and taught him
everything that he knows through genetic engineering
and guided L.S.D. experimentation…
We are led to a counter…
There are police at the counter…
[I feel like a recent marijuana possession arrest at the time
of this dream was a past event at this point]...
A policeman asks me questions…
Says because I am 18, I got off much easier…
Asks if I’m really 18,
I look at the [now ex-]wife and her eyes somehow tell me
to be quiet, not let on that I am much older than 18…
Before I can answer, more people come in
[like a rush at the gift shop I now work at],
A little confusion ensues…
The cop offers me a blunt…
Says it’s herbal…
For clearing up congestion…
Implies that it is not marijuana (wink, wink)...
Mentions something about three people
who make higher judgments about my case
(a friend of the [now ex-]wife is one of those people)...
Before they let us go on
I am given a set of dominoes with runes carved into one side
[like a set that I had made], boxed set…
All that same Christmas/Christian motif and smells in this scene…
*
Just before I am given the runes/dominoes,
I notice everyone in the cop/counter area is very tall,
over ten feet tall…
When we leave, we pass people who are
dressed like elves and dwarves again…
I joke and say, “Finally! People who are more my size…”
(I am only a few inches taller than most of these people)...
*
Outside of this house(?) (ours?), but it is in a public area
[like a parking lot]…
Bigger than the wooden shack, much nicer…
Still seems like Christmas there, but summer-like outside…
(Very mild winter?)
Three blond girls are in the [now ex-]wife’s car…
One in the driver’s seat is trying to steal the car…
She can’t figure out how to start it…
They don’t see me…
I walk up and put my hand on the back of her neck,
gently, and say,
“You need to find a car with the keys in it.
People forget their keys in their car all the time.
It’s much easier to get away with.”
I walk in front of the car and
lean on the hood with my elbows
and repeat what I first said…
And then I calmly say,
“Now get out. Come on.”
Then the [now ex-]wife gets in the driver’s seat.
A young girl is in the passenger seat,
and the [now ex-]wife drives off with her…
The girl with her is not blond like the original three…
*
I go back into the larger house,
grab my modified Spanish sword,
and feel like I have to make sure that no one is in the house…
Still Christmas/Christian icon motif…
There is a line of various glass cases leading up
to the front door (glass door{s})...
The first glass case has an 8 or 9 year old African American boy in it…
The rest of the glass cases are empty…
Looks like he is trying to hide, but the case is glass…
I ask him to get out of the case…
I have the sword, and he is scared…
But I’m not trying to hurt him…
Sword is in my right hand;
I wave him on with my left hand…
Cops are at the front door, now…
They are telling me to put down the weapon…
I ignore them, at first, and, smiling,
I keep waving the child on…
Cops have their guns drawn…
I finally throw down the sword and raise my arms…
Cops come in and ask what I’m doing in this house…
I say something about a secret passage
from my wooden house in the woods
to this one (from the Frog Room)...
The cops who were initially angry and confrontational
now seem very confused and genuinely concerned
once I mention the passageway...
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