I am re-posting this one, not to be obnoxious in any way, but for greater clarity (although only minor editing occurs in a couple areas for clarity, it is mostly as it was), and to update the image with the actual outer wall of the house as it is now (the previous was just from a random image from Google and was not nearly as viable as the real one).
In this entry I will have a fairly detailed look at a long, vivid childhood dream which I have written extensively about over the years. This dream was recurring in a fairly large number of minor variations, this entry focusing on the main structure of the first version. Update: Yet another very long-term precognitive facet discovered only this week.
The main aspects of the dream (which seems to take place in Florida, but which, like a lot of my dreams, had a precognitive composite location - probably to instigate a sense of familiarity to ensure potential comfort for when I later was in the environment in real life):
Three magical beings that appear as fairies, chickadees, and bats at various times (as well as three butterflies in a later version). (They also appear as elves without wings in one scene in one version.)
B_W_ as a precognitive symbol of my future wife (which I had written much detail on in the past and of which I have validated on a lot of different levels including my wife even writing a story using the girl's name long before we met - and it was about a long unusual dream).
My father, as an appearance as an actor in being "The Alligator King".
A location, quite precise in detail, that I didn't see in real life until many years later as an adult in a small Australian town.
A cheap electric organ of the kind where a fan blows air through the reeds a few years before my father had the "same one" in the house in the exact same location and orientation (as well as a few years before I even took any notice of such things - my father only having played the accordion and guitar in our home and having sold a large drum set with a landscape of a forest on the kick drum).
The song "Patches" by Dickey Lee (released 1962), which is "sung" by the three bats or rather - sent by "musical telepathy" from the magical beings when appearing as bats in the dream. At one point, the fictional line "down by the sea" is introduced instead of "down by the river".
The first and longest version of the dream starts like a movie starting, with a very similar look and style as the opening credits for the animated movie "Gay Purr-ee" from 1962. It seems to be playing in a peaceful private place within my mind rather than a television or movie theater. I sense a sort of familiarity, comfort, love, and closeness to some sort of higher force.
In the first part of the dream, I become aware of having been asleep in the bed in my father's room (which in real life wasn't in that orientation until a few years later). The head of the bed is against the middle of the west wall. However, there is one detail that wasn't valid (but is now in real life), which is a smaller four by three-paned window (total of twelve small panes) directly above the head of the bed (highly precognitive - many years later, it now actually looks exactly like this - see actual image - the same area WAS three large/tall jalousie windows in a row within that same space when we lived there years ago - it now looks NOTHING like it did when I grew up there). The actual windows of the entire house were all larger jalousie windows. There are no glass panes in the window though, as three bats flutter about into the house and out through the three spaces of the top part of the window. I am lying on my back, being aware of the activity above me, seemingly, at one point, watching it from outside myself. There is what I imagine to be the oldest tomb from "Castle of Blood" - (also known as "Danza Macabra") aligned to the west wall. Later, though, there is a modern electric organ in its place (precognitive). I am not afraid of the bats in any way. They move about peacefully, almost creating the impression of butterflies. It is as if they have gifts to bring me and things to show me.
In another section of the dream, B_W_, a female classmate, is missing. In the dream is an area of what seems to be markets held along the street of a small town (in precise detail and orientation - something I didn't see in reality at all until many years later in Maryborough, Australia). Eventually, I see B_W_ has been tied up and gagged and kept behind a market stall (on the lowest larger shelf facing the inside of the stand) that belongs to a man selling paperback (or soft simulated leather) King James Bibles with both white and black covers (but mostly white). I am able to untie her and rescue her when the man is away and talking to someone. My father did go to flea markets years later in real life (in Florida), but they didn't look at all like the dream scenes. In one version, B_W_ is actually tied up after the kidnapping, by the sewn-in (and then tied together, apparently) cloth Bible bookmarks.
Later on, T_T_, B_W_, and I, are in a canoe near Lettuce Lake in Florida. The "Alligator King" appears on the banks near a swampy area. He reminds me of the 1908 "Bear's Belly - Arikara" print which I now have on our living room wall. The Alligator King actually seems to be a role played by my father as if it is a movie (but which seems to be a fact only lurking in the background so to speak). This was likely related to real life at the time relative to my father getting unusual-looking cypress knees (including anthropomorphic) from isolated areas and making lamps and such from them to sell. (Part of this may also have been influenced by the "Turok Son of Stone" comic book #60, which features, on the cover, an alligator-like river monster knocking their raft into the air - even the orientation in the dream is as on the cover - with me, as the "main character" having been thrown higher into the air than T_T_ - though that is probably just mainstream artistic sensibility or logic.) The Alligator King, by lifting his left arm and pointing, commands an alligator that is also on the banks of the river to attack our canoe. The alligator somehow manages to knock the canoe into the air so that T_T_ and I end up in the cypress trees when we are thrown upward. B_W_, however, is dragged through the water by the alligator back to the opposite bank. We eventually climb down (getting a bit scratched by the branches and pulling off bits of Spanish moss) and manage to get back into the canoe and go back (easterly) to the other side where we first started from.
Sadly, and in a very emotional scene, we soon discover that B_W_ is on her back, presumably dead, draped over an old tree stump with water dripping from her shoes (which are very old-fashioned looking and darker blue, with silver buckles). The imagery features her dripping shoes for a time and I am kneeling before the scene on one knee. There is no blood or gore. Three bats fly around and seem to mourn the scene. I am also somehow aware that they are fairies or elves which may be able to heal her at a later date. They sing the song "Patches" (via telepathy) but with lyrics more relative to the dream and not related to the song's teenage suicide theme (which I did not understand at all at this young age and not for some time - I thought the drowning referenced in the song was an accident - and I did not understand the outcome of the song until I started to hear it again years later).
In the last scene, B_W_, having been brought back to life by the fairies, is walking with me. The scene seems as if I am eventually looking at it from afar, rising up slowly, as if it is a panning scene in a movie, and I am looking closely (in the immediate foreground) at three chickadees huddling together in a wintry wind (though it seems more like late fall in the dream or the beginning of November), sitting on a telephone wire (though in one version it is a thinner, longer tree branch). There is a very strong feeling of destiny and intent. The chickadees are another form of the three fairies that had appeared throughout the dream. I look past the chickadees, their feathers ruffled a little by the wind, and see myself walking with B_W_, moving on away from my perspective as the last scene in the "movie" plays out with an growing sense of nostalgia and a subtle feeling of ancientness.
There were many more intricate details which I will not include here, although one involves my wife having made a cross-stitch design of three chickadees before knowing of this longer childhood dream of mine.
