Morning of June 23, 2014. Monday.
This was a very long dream. Much of the first part takes place at distorted composite locations, although one location is much like a slightly bigger and slightly different version of my sister Marilyn’s house. I am with my wife and Marilyn is around, alive, and at a younger age (about forty, I think). There is a scene involving cassette tapes and some sort of idea of dubbing or recording over them while keeping much of the original material (done by removing the erase head, but some clarity is still lost). I am not sure if this is a good idea, although there may also be a few copies of the same material.
At one point, there are two used gold-colored cartridges (from a rifle) standing upright on a taller desk or shelf (on its left side) near the right of the front door when going out. This seems important for some reason, as if it is some sort of wedding memento (regarding my sister) or some such. There is also an idea that my brother-in-law Bob is not in the house very often (and is away for days). This is a recurring theme - my wife and I now living at my sister’s old house in the USA even though my sister lived in a different house sometime after I moved to Australia.
Later, oddly, we are living at the "Green Acres" (television show) house. However, there are very large “hidden” sections toward the back of the house, several of which are far bigger than the house itself, yet somehow were never known about or accessed prior - or perhaps because they are partly within a different dimension. These hidden rooms are some sort of Aztec temples, with a very large number of artifacts along the walls on built-in shelves or wall recesses, many of them stylish statues of somewhat frog-like (or very short and chubby) humans. A visitor to our house uses some sort of electronic device and is able to get information from the artifacts by placing it near them - and an “ancient” but slightly electronic-sounding voice gives information or stories (or even a prayer or chant) related to the item. This device can “read” anything using some sort of invisible holographic rays to both identify it and replay any more significant audio that occurred at any time within range of the object as well as express an anthropomorphic “identity” of what the object “thinks” it is or how it “feels”, even relating to any implied uniqueness.
The longest section comes when I have my own laser rifle, which I find in the temple. There are several other people that join me as I mostly just wander around. I show people what it does a few times. Mostly, I aim it at the floor of an implied hallway in one construction site (somehow being on the second or third floor) and a hole forms, almost as if the area is melting and “peeling” back from the center. The laser itself is mostly red; sometimes a sort of unusual orange color. The other workers do not seem that concerned or annoyed by this disruption from my antics. I and the others walk through the city. At various points, I notice more and more features of this laser rifle, including a longer partially “skeletal” stock that opens out from one side and locks into place, making it about twice as long. Another feature is like a clipboard with an actual real-time instruction manual that also swings out from near the middle and locks into place on one side on the left.
Before I wake, I see an unusual prism-like and (four “leaves”) clover-shaped organic “platform”, almost button-like, on the surface of the palm of my left hand (slightly to the lower left side), implying some sort of blood clot or some such - which created this raised tissue on my hand. It is harder than muscle and a reddish color. As is often the case, my hand seems larger/magnified somehow or “closer” in the dream. This has been a typical aspect of my dreams since earliest memory, that is, body parts seeming “closer” or larger as if my vision was different.
