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Lost in Pinocchio's Cave (Paranormal) - Christmas 1972

Morning of December 25, 1972. Monday.

This is a dream from Christmas morning of 1972. At the time I was certain that I was sleeping on the floor of the hallway during several false awakenings (I was actually sleeping on the living room floor fairly close to the Christmas tree and did not remember how I got there) - but of course, that would not have made any sense based on what I was seeing - a very strange and vivid state.

In my dream, I am pondering, over a very long time (seemingly several hours) on how a new Pinocchio book was sitting on the record shelf along the north wall, being the outermost book (it was actually a record shelf for 33s, not for books) - “It’s probably an unwrapped Christmas present,” I am thinking - but I am too tired (in my dream) to cheerfully get up and check everything on this Christmas morning. I feel dazed (years later, I learned this was precisely a jet-lag feeling I was seemingly experiencing). I was seeing it in a sort of vague half-aware state yet still saw it “clearly” in one sense. Pinocchio was shown from above the waist and seemed to be holding a violin or something (it was actually Hank Snow holding his guitar) - although I sometimes get the impression it is a large wooden mallet. This turned out in real life to be the cover of “The Best of Hank Snow” record album that my hypnopompic states were warping somewhat whenever I opened my eyes now and then and through false awakenings unrelated to the earlier hypnopompia.

It is also not realistic that I could have even seen this view from supposedly lying on my back in the hallway, fairly close to the back door.

Over time, a dream within a dream (and more vivid) unfolds, I have the recurring “mystery girl” dream (no mystery - this was the girl whose birth I sensed in 1968 and ended up marrying - from a great distance across the ocean to the other side of the planet - that area and Port Kembla are almost perfectly parallel in a diagonal mean and in each case, the hospital within the same close distance to the beach).

She seems sad and on the right side of a fictional doorway in the hallway. The doorway leads into a dark fictional room which is reminiscent of a cave - I have had several variations of this dream. I see the glow of a television which seems not bright enough to be a television even in a dark room. Later I am aware it must be the oven in the real-life kitchenette on the other side of the wall. (Ovens sometimes “replaced” dragons in childhood dreams.) We seem to be in some sort of intimate intended “meeting of minds” but it is mostly uneventful - I simply know she “is my wife”, yet I do hear her “mother”/“dragon” growling and snarling in the room with mostly human-like vocalizations. It is as if the girl is “trapped” by the manipulations of her mother even as an adult who wanted to have her own life (this turned out to be true in every way years later). She is beautiful but it is not the “time” - she is very young in real life at the time. My “jet-lag” makes me feel somewhat embarrassed (even this turned out to be true many years later).

I begin to curiously seem to be in two dreams at the same time (the most has been four simultaneously, to my knowledge). From there, I begin to pantomime the song about Miller’s Cave (only the title for the most part is relevant in this case). Doing a sort of embarrassing pretend-march (rather than just implied normal walking - why march in a cave?) and rather pointless arm movements (almost as if pretending to be a marionette) I look through two sets of eyes at the same time - a very odd awareness - one being “me” there and then in that dream within a dream - the other looking at the supposed Pinocchio book on the shelf thinking I am waking. The echo of the girl’s mother’s growls fade a bit. I sense that she is working on a marionette that I sense is me (first had a similar dream at around age six). Being in the doorway of the “dragon’s” room/cave very briefly I get the impression that Pinocchio is being created in a steel mill in a distant land in the “sizzling fire of the oven”. (Precognition again, my wife’s real father worked in the infamous “Bloodhouse” in Port Kembla.)

My wife’s mother’s maiden name was Miller (more precognition or telepathy in this case).

Finally, I wake into a completely different orientation, location, and position than what I thought I was in. I am somewhat disoriented. But I am happy it is Christmas morning.

This dream confirmed several important elements of my future path in exact detail.

The real, original version of “Pinocchio” is much different than the heavily “watered-down” Disney movie of which I still like. Part of this dream was almost as if to say “Disney represents modern mainstream ‘ignorance is bliss’ (a common consensus play in general - including "Fantasy World and Disney Girls” I mostly heard by the Captain and Tennille); the real Pinocchio story is very cruel and even he is - his feet are even burned off while sleeping at one point.

Synchronicity and other connections:

Hank Snow died on my birthday in 1999 in Madison (Madison is another recurring pattern throughout my life and is a play on Maidstone). However, it was Madison, Tennessee, not Wisconsin. I did not get a Pinocchio book that Christmas, but I did get a View-Master set of the non-Disney story which had the scene of a large snake threatening Pinocchio.

The “Blue Fairy” of the Pinocchio story is intriguingly like my “Blue Pearl” event (which actually resolved into the Blue Fairy in early childhood - the first time being in Christmas of 1969).

Does Hank Snow really look like Pinocchio? No…I do not think so (when awake that is)…

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