Night of November 2, 1990. Friday and on…

This is a clarification of a larger previous entry that had included mostly only shorter summaries, though I will still include two main dreams from this time period.

In one longer dream that came in sections, I was out on the back snow-covered roof of the building I lived in on King Street, at night, and I was in a very long soliloquy (note that the first viable “mystery girl” appearance in full also took place on a snow-covered roof on Rose Street in a dream on my birthday in 1966 - the aspects of these dreams also repeated on my birthday in 1990). I could hear my voice speaking, but could not follow my own words, and it seemed to go on for hours. I was not quite sure what was going on or what I was saying - it seemed to be some sincere soliloquy related to finding this “mystery girl”, but all of a sudden, the pinhead whose roof I was on (the area in real-life) dropped a remote control near the window and I turned to notice his window open (I never went to that area in real life - only the front roof). "Are you kidding me?" he said in a strange squeaky voice (which he said all the time in real life in the same way), followed by “God didn’t understand a word you said!” A little later on, I had the remote control and was walking around in Wisconsin in the longer causeway area, suddenly ending up in Australia at an unknown girl’s house (my future wife). I ended up watching something about attacks in the USA and planes flying into buildings (which was precognitive of 9-11, although I had many of such).

The dream theme continued into many others. One was where my father was playing the guitar (a song about Tecumseh) and the strings were tuned to B, E, G, A, D, E which came out as (or seemed to mean) "beg aid". There was also something about Barbie dolls sitting on the pinhead’s dresser and some odd play about the mystery girl being associated with a location that was some sort of “play” on “Barbie” (which turned out to be Bribie Island prior to moving to Maryborough). I first actually made real-life contact with my wife by answering her mother’s question about Tecumseh (only because of the intense nature of the dreams and my lifelong awareness of a higher force), with an additional section about collecting Barbie dolls (relative to different races/cultures) relating to her youngest daughter. This was in a small tribal newspaper from my home town that somehow made it all the way to a small town in Australia (although it boasted 2,000 members worldwide, not many had ever heard of it - and I had gotten a copy through yet another strange “coincidence” when living in La Crosse at the time - the main publisher of the newspaper was also a man my father had talked to for a time, and by a coincidence, this man won a computer and set about to publish the newspaper - some time after my marriage it went on to a different group in another state). I was also right about her mother (which was another reason my own mother told me to “be careful”), as she was extremely “evil” and manipulative (and got away with so much, it baffles me to this day how such a thing is possible) and had planned to take the children away from all of her own children when born (although she only succeeded with one of my wife’s sister’s children). We have not seen her to any real extent in years.

A section of a dream I had not included was one where I was on the snow-covered roof (though the snow was melting) with a foreman from my factory job related to Ford Taurus cars. He seems happy and I am somehow aware something is “changing”. A bright blue light to the south moves diagonally down to the horizon. I am aware, that, because I am not like other people, this is the way I should go. Although there is a concept of something “alien”, I believe it relates to other dimensions (more “fuller” and with more features than the ones below it) more than anything in the material world. This was just hours before I saw the ad and it “hit” me, but I still took my time…

Obviously, such a series of understandings from thousands of dreams since earliest memory cannot be understood (or believed) by most people - it is not “in” them at all as I have so often learned and yet still been so often validated. So-called “ordinary” people (or even so-called professional “psychics” - which funnily enough I do not believe in, as I believe each person is “wired” for his own greatest discoveries - and obviously if you do not accept it you will never experience it) have not one iota of even being able to even begin to realize any aspect of such a life or its continuity. I have learned as a child that many people do not have this “whatever it is” in them at all or the capacity to understand any of it. I do know that other people who do have the same event - which is known as the Blue Pearl, a flash of bright blue light in the left field of vision which always brings bliss as well as “new information” are out there in the world…this was actually one of the reasons I became more “visible”, so to speak. There are also a lot of people, though who do know for certain (as I do) that dreams are a fractal construct of past, present, and (potential) future. (Notice I said “potential”, although remote viewing is too precise to have only “potential” - it simply is.)

NOTES: I have grayed-out an offensive word (though there are far more offensive words). The symbol was also a lifelong clue and can even be seen on the front of the Concordia Ballroom (where my father performed and where I danced up to about age five) in a subtle way (what looks like a letter “V” sitting on a “T” as one way to look at it, it can also be seen as a version of the Yen symbol - but in the long run, was the playful distortion of the Sagittarius symbol pointing the other way to “down under”, another “dream sign”, though most know I do not believe in astrology itself in any way).