Morning of February 25, 2014. Tuesday.

I am in Cubitis, but there seems to be a division set at the eastern end of the carport that implies two different "worlds" or dimensions. It is an unusual scene. There is a repeating event where the living room, which is now some sort of (unknown) business office, fills up with water and drowns everyone and then dissipates. In fact, there is an unusual impression that this happens everywhere in the world around the same time (where all rooms in all buildings are suddenly filled with water) on a continuous basis. This is not related to any God or even to nature, I do not think; maybe some sort of impersonal universal cycle or an act of time itself. There is also a strange notion that mankind had never created or invented anything (or rather, this is how it is to be, little by little, upon each mass drowning and "reversal"); that technology does not exist, because people will not accept the experience of something in a dream (or of seeing a potential future) that they had not known in real life. I am not quite sure what the story is. Even the buildings look more primitive at one point. It is mainly some sort of cycle of man's inventiveness being "reversed" and even the connection to the Source is being undone in most ways each time.

I later go into the backyard through the "gateway" implied by the east end of the carport. From that perspective, it is more like my real childhood family home in Florida and seemingly early afternoon.

I look up and notice large white egrets standing about on the roof of the carport. In the past, there were sometimes threatening implications with this type of bird (especially darker or larger herons) but these seem nonthreatening. It is likely mating season, as they are gathering in a group and seemingly doing "dances" for each other. Some of them are soon on the ground, as tall as I am, and I almost seem a token part of their group and rituals. I move about with the dancing egrets. There is a strange closeness and an almost sensual nature in the movements at some points. One bird even seems to be my beautiful wife for a time, in some sort of transparent harem-like outfit with sheer "wings" (somewhat cloak-like) pulled out from the side. A couple times I am clearly aware of how their wings are out and I am holding the wingtips as one would hold hands when moving in a circle or line. It seems very realistic rather than cartoon-like or artificial in any way.

There are eventually a couple more (unknown) people in the backyard. We go to the southeast corner of the yard and notice a few smaller birds and animals. There are a couple of skunks that are also sort of "dancing", moving in somewhat of a zigzag pattern, remaining side-by-side. They are very small but with seemingly coarse fur and seemingly identical in appearance other than being indistinguishably male or female. We watch them for awhile. An old green arm chair is sitting at a random angle near the weedy area back from the train tracks. It may be a home to some of the animals. (In real life, a skunk lived under a refrigerator door in that area for a time).

The mood from the second part of the dream borders on bliss in contrast to the first part which seemed to relate that mankind "had nothing" or would never connect to the Source again to invent new products and such - even the idea of synthesis does not seem possible, as if the mind was only a cycle of repeating memory and nothing else - thus the human race cannot create, "solve", or move forward in any way - which would eventually mean that even designing a new house would not be possible. There is a strange idea that the scene will repeat without the person having remembered being drowned each prior time (and seems to relate to the selective amnesia people develop with regards to supposed paranormal or unexplainable events). This may or may not be related to being "swamped" by paperwork and repeating the same (at least systematically) tasks each time in office work (except perhaps with less accuracy each time). However, there is also the idea that many people do not use their creative energies because of not truly believing they exist. The time period in the first section cannot be identified. It does not seem familiar at all.