Morning of January 12, 2014. Sunday.
Actual image that came up first in accidental image search after this dream (had never seen it before):
I am in a fairly correct dream rendering of the small hallway near the back door and near the bathroom of where we live. It seems to be in early afternoon. Looking out after opening the back door, near the garage, I see what I believe to be a larger bobcat. There is no sense of immediate danger, but I am still a bit wary and inform members of my family. I close the door for a short time, with a vague thought of claws coming from under the door and almost reaching my legs (likely based on a real-life event as a teen where a pet hybrid bobcat violently attacked my leg due to having a scent of another animal on me - I actually stayed in the bathroom with the door closed until my parents got home).
I look out again later, and the bobcat is still sitting there. However, I am distracted by a dark-haired girl walking through the gate, which seems to have been left open. She has no arms (likely a representation of Venus or Aphrodite, relating to the armless statue). I then see that the “bobcat” was only a young domestic grayish tabby cat. This cat seems to belong to her but got away from her recently. She smiles and uses telekinesis to lift the cat into the air and onto her shoulder before leaving our backyard through the side gate of the west fence.
After this, I get a secondary dream (in a different environment but seemingly still in our house somewhere on one level) of a man that seems to represent modern mainstream society - the average person or “normal” human - which I usually go out of my way to avoid. He is a dark-haired man with a mustache and seems to be preparing to do “work” for other people regarding some sort of fraudulent self-help movement mixed in with misconstrued and supposed but fabricated aspects of Eastern religions (much as I have seen a lot of in real life especially since around 1991). I get a very brief but clear audio of what he is thinking, which is “I’m going to sit on a rug and pretend to know things!” It seems sort of comedic but also sad. I also get a vague impression that he is one of the “forty thieves” from “Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves” and resembles the man in the photo I saw after the dream.
This reminds me of a brief scene from a variation of the recent “wayward equations” trend. I am on a flying carpet high in the air with Ian McKellen (much as he appeared in “The Keep” but somehow only around twenty here) and the otherwise beautiful blue sky (with a few white clouds here and there) becomes “dulled down” with somewhat complex but boring art. It is mostly of irritating concentric squares of various boring pale colors (of pale pinks, yellows, and light greens) set out before us. We are both standing with our hands folded in front of us at near belly button level. “Is this Heaven?” I say absentmindedly. “I hope not,” says Ian, “I saw enough of this infuriating pastel Hippie art in Nimbin…”
This first dream was partially linked to the usual day to day (often highly detailed or very unlikely otherwise) visual precognition that has seemed continuously at work since earliest memory (which many other people do not seem to have at all or at least do not talk about - or even believe in - something that has always astounded me and has strongly formed an impression of most of human society being “wrong” - unfortunately I could not help holding this persistent view from a very young age). After getting ready to post this, I accidentally (yes - accidentally) used Google image search instead of the web search solely to check the spelling of “telekinesis”.
The very first image that came up showed a male (though in the dream it was a female) lifting a cat (identical to the one from the dream) with (supposed, but fake and comical) telekinesis near shoulder-level. Nothing new, but often the matching is closer in detail. There have been times when I was able to do this consciously (in meditation) - still holding the theory it has something to do with higher “hidden” levels of fractal continuity that the subconscious somehow calculates and not necessarily paranormal.
As I have said before, this happens with the majority of dreams (depending on the type), but I usually do not include the details, as I feel it subtracts from the more personal nature of the dream itself - and just documenting the dream itself in some cases (with only minor commentary in certain cases) makes the great mystery a little more interesting and “unanswered” for the casual reader - although realistically, I still need to eventually document more personal information and symbolic associations, I suppose. Still, if you looked at an abstract painting, would you want to know exactly why each and every line met and what it represented or just enjoy the painting?
