Morning of June 29, 1975. Sunday.

This dream started by finding myself walking through the parking lot and to the front entrance of my middle school in Florida. As is sometimes the case (but not always) I am clearly aware of the real-world time and day. This is in the morning. A classmate, Wayne H, is also on the premises and wandering around.

I know that I have to get my textbooks - but this is not a legitimate idea as I am moving on to high school and do not really need these other books. In the dream, I have the false memory of having left them in my locker (recurring), at any rate, so I am presently prepared to go into the school on a Sunday morning and get them.

Unfortunately, the front doors are locked. After a time, I cause a key to float in the air and enter the lock. At the same time, I am aware that this is supposedly a symbol for intercourse. However, after a time, I question if this is because I have been reading dream dictionaries and that the lock is just a lock and the key is just a key and that dream symbols are often not symbols at all (as with literal precognition I have experienced all my life) even though I am not directly aware that I am dreaming. I move the key into the lock after willing it out again and then “explode” the imagery into a fully detailed and labeled diagram that is sort of holographic. The different parts of the lock in the exploded view are labeled with the correct parts.

So here I am, spending a bit too much time on trying to work out which parts of the lock are equivalent to which parts of the female’s “business”. This was during a time when a lot of boys my age did not even know about the differences between the different feminine parts at all, and thus there were “dirty jokes” I heard that made absolutely no sense including the “baby as submarine” one. (I have even seen this level of ignorance in older men - unbelievable.) I look at it for awhile and decide the layout is not compatible with real female aspects at all.

I go into the building and walk around in the empty maze-like halls and end up in a recurring and annoying dream scenario of trying to find my locker (I had a few different ones in reality and the middle school building was huge). I find a few with stacks of mangled books at the bottom, but they are not mine. This recurring scenario was precognitive when I was a maintenance worker at the college and had the job of cleaning out all the lockers and sometimes finding mangled books and men’s magazines in a very similar fashion as these older dreams.

Eventually, I find a couple dream dictionaries in a locker, with missing sections (but more like a telephone book in overall appearance), with a picture of an ugly clown and balloons on the cover of one. Annoyed, I throw them at the concrete wall and slowly wake instead of instigating a more lucid dream level, which I then groan and mentally “kick myself” over.