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Some Kind of Magic

Morning of February 16, 2015. Monday.

My dream has two main sections and is quite long. It begins at a very different version of our older home on Stadcor Street in Wavell Heights. However, the house is built directly over the ground (instead of up on stumps) and actually has a dirt floor. The dirt floor does not provide the likely hint that I am dreaming. I notice a large garden in the living room growing directly from the ground or "floor". They are large-leafed plants, somewhat vine-like, though I am not sure what sort they are; possibly cantaloupes. Over time, however, I want to make the house more like a modern home and have the garden outside. It seems somewhat frustrating to me though I do notice sheets of vinyl and carpet over some areas of the dirt floor in different rooms, but only covering about half the area. This combination of vinyl or carpet over a dirt floor seems more aggravating than just having a dirt floor throughout.

My wife comes in and tells me that she is going to visit an older lady that she knew when she was younger. Oddly, in order to visit her, she decides to become fifteen years old again so there will not be any confusion in who she is and that the older lady will recognize her more easily. This does not at all seem unusual to me but I start to worry about her as she leaves on her bicycle - the one she apparently had at that time when she knew this person. Instead of this scene triggering lucidity, I instead eventually decide that I will catch up to her to make sure she stays safe. Of course, to do this, I take to the air to fly (still not becoming lucid).

I fly over what seems like a resort near a beach, but there is also an urban area. Flying down and around the people does not surprise them that much. In fact, one shirtless chubby male in swimming trunks waves at me from a lawn chair. I do have to dodge a few power lines. I also briefly see Zsa Zsa Gabor (very old) who regards me without emotion.

I fly in a semicircular path and land in an industrial area near a fence and see my wife approaching on her bicycle (which for a moment seems to be a three-wheeled rickshaw with packages on the seat next to her - however it is a bicycle when viewed again). She seems cheerful and okay as she eventually hears me calling out her name rather loudly (though only using the "Suzi" form). Three unknown people are there and I start randomly talking about the other people in the area as my wife still approaches on bicycle. One of them, a male, claims they are my relatives (though I have no blood relatives in Australia other than my children) and that the person I thought was Zsa Zsa Gabor may actually be an elderly lady I visited as a child whose surname was Love (in reality as well). It is not that coherent and I only talk to one of them. In fact, I am not sure if the surname he gives for himself is Toms or Thomas (though I do hear "Toms" at first, it seems).

My wife is happy to see me, but there is no meeting with the elderly lady she had referred to earlier in my dream. We decide to fly off together since being around normal humans is always problematic, but first, I must hide her bicycle so that no one steals it. I use telekinesis (still not lucid) and move it to near the sidewalk. From there (using some sort of typical in-dream implied magic), I transform the bicycle now lying on its side into a red fire hydrant which rises slowly from the ground as it forms and "becomes stiffer". The others (the three supposed relatives of mine) gaze at the fire hydrant quite oddly as if they know I am deliberately being obnoxious to them by manifesting a metaphorical erection (albeit with supposed "witchcraft") so boldly.

The others do not recognize my wife as being my wife (and in fact, I do not even know if they had seen her at any age as it dawns on me that they could be anyone, thus strangers, related or not). Instead, they seem to think, again, that I am using some sort of bad witchcraft. My wife and I fly around while holding each other close, though there are several annoying younger chubby males who seem to not like us being there and suspect us of being witches intent on destroying their town. We fly near a higher hill overlooking the town where there are other people entering a cave above a cliff. These people seem more intelligent and spiritual than the people below in the adjacent town but we do not converse with them.

Over a short time, a few of the other males in the resort area develop the ability to fly. This annoys me because they are now a threat. My wife and I move apart and run about in the air, about ten feet from the ground to distract them from going in just one direction. Soon, the palm of my right hand grows a mouth with sharp shark-like teeth and my arm stretches several times its normal length to become an octopus tentacle reaching all the way to the ground. Any male that flies near either of us is grabbed and either "eaten" or thrown down hard enough to kill them.

This does not seem to be the final solution, though. I flip backwards in midair, my body arcing back as I hover above the town and I then mentally force a newly declared truth that no other person will ever be able to fly. This works and I feel strongly that no one else will ever fly or be a threat at least when we are flying. "Let's get away from this looney bin," I say to my wife; what we refer to as everyday "ordinary" people.

My wife and I again hold each other in flight and we converse about how timeless and ageless our love has been and even make subtle in-jokes about our years of romance and bizarre experiences with normal humanity. It dawns on me yet again that I knew of her existence before I was born (and even longer before she was born). In the back of my mind, I vaguely contemplate the earthquake that oddly rattled the house in a seeming sweeping wave a few hours before in real life (it seemed to move from the front room where I was, from under my feet, continuing in a vibrating wave almost as if a large animal was moving underground northeast to southwest with moderate speed - I could actually feel the floorboards vibrating in sequence from the front to the back of the house as I heard it move through my oldest son's room in the same way - my first real earthquake - I was not fully aware they "acted" like this; that is, as if traveling from one area to another like a wave - I had always thought the ground shook in the same place for a time). Quite a memorable experience actually.

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