Morning of July 4, 2014. Friday.
I am with my wife in the garage on Duffy Street where we lived when we first came to Bundaberg. There is a (fictional) large aquarium aligned along the wall on the opposite side from our main door. There are a few interesting plants and about four or five main types of creatures.
The water is very clear and clean-appearing. Two very larger-than-normal "giant" mole crickets, a little longer than my hand, are swimming near the bottom. The detail is amazing and vivid though I am not lucid. My wife comes out and actually grabs one and lifts it from the tank and puts it back a little later. It is almost like a lobster (or at least reminiscent of one) at one point. There is no concern or uneasiness of any kind.
The garage door is open and some unknown neighbors walk by outside, a couple seemingly living where we would be living relative to the direction they came from, so this part is somewhat distorted by implication. They are visiting the other apartment in front.
Eventually, however, one unfamiliar male neighbor comes in and actually shuts the garage door behind him which I feel is a bit imposing but I do not say or do anything regarding this act. He reminds me of a celebrity in the dream, but I do not now recall who it would be, perhaps Sam Neill as he appeared in “Jurassic Park”, but I am not certain.
He gives a warning about one type of life-form in the aquarium. Supposedly it is very venomous. I look down and see that he is pointing to and talking about a cluster of brownish to rust-colored and kite-shaped fuzzy plant-like creatures that seem to open and close near the “top” of the kite shape (the kite shape having slight inward subtle arcs on all sides). I am not really that concerned and am not sure if he is correct. I do not remember what he calls them. I say something absentmindedly about “Little Fuzzies” in relevance to the 1962 science-fiction novel “Little Fuzzy” by H. Beam Piper. I am not sure what the connection is; it seems mostly that I am just forcing conversation to lighten the scenario.
Update: I am documenting this as postcognitive (precognitive in light of my own perspective) on my main journal only, as I actually brought up a cover in Google which I had never seen before that features a large lobster-like creature with a “Little Fuzzy”. Seeing something directly from a recent dream in quite precise patterns (relative to in-dream context and associations, often ridiculously trivial or impersonal) has happened on a day to day basis all my life, so often that I often do not even mention it, but decided to here because of the higher unlikelihood.