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This part of the dream log remained incomplete for just over 3 years. In June 1998, while attempting to restart the Dream Log it was necessary to try and complete the old unfinished entries in this section. Unfortunately, after so long, no more than incoherent flashes of memories remain from these dreams. This is rather sad, as some of the dreams were startlingly complex and charged with meaning.
The whole of Europe seems to be the size of a city suburb. I travel along winding mountain roads between the various countries. Details forgotten by June 1998.
Details forgotten by June 1998.
Details forgotten by June 1998.
The whole of England is laid out under my feet in the form of a street directory where all the pages have been tiled together. The whole of England at this scale must be half a kilometre across. I walk from London to Edinburgh and see all the detail of the roads and country colour-coded down to minute detail. Details forgotten by June 1998
I arrive at Ken and Karen’s house, but it’s not the house they live in, I’ve never seen it before. The house seems to be full of antique wooden statues and furniture. Details forgotten by June 1998
Details forgotten by June 1998.
I can only remember I was in my parent’s home in Frankston, everything was sepia coloured, something poignant had happened the future of exploration of space, and I was the last astronaut.
I can only remember leaving a large outdoor exposition, something like the Royal Show or Expo. Amongst the flowing crowd outside the gates I see my mother and her friend Joyce standing in the road chatting. On seeing my dead mother I realise I’m dreaming and become lucid. I decide it’s best not to hang around, so I lazily stretch out my arms and fly off…
At Stonier’s Winery guests are wandering around. There is a huge transparent tank of water with a dolphin swimming inside, I join others to swim in the tank. The water has no density. We float (fly) around, my feet are brushed by the dolphin, I perform somersaults to the amusement of those watching.
Chatting to various music celebrities at a party, including Molly Meldrum about Rick’s hit info and his e-mail address, and Shirly Strachan about the songs Smut and Jukebox in Siberia. Later there’s a party aboard an ocean liner. A uniformed man jumps into water to save a woman, he knows he’ll drown. I see the interior of the ship’s ballroom like it’s on a TV show, I see the stunned faces of the guests as it descends into the silent depths.
A dream so realistic, that, when I woke I thought it had actually happened. I had loaded the French language version of Windows and Word for Windows, I had opened the manual (which was printed in landscape), run dialogue boxes and read the translations, run the spell-checker and thesaurus, discussed it with Marcia, and even played samples through the sound card. The only thing that made the dream unreal upon waking was the fact that the events took place in varying places around the back rooms of the house, sometimes on the back veranda, sometimes in the lounge room, but always it was a clear and beautiful sunny afternoon.
In June 1998—after more than 3 years without an entry—the Dream Log attempts a restart. The main motivational force was the interest and encouragement of Belinda Timmins, an Australian Skeptics subscriber who patiently listened to my dream ramblings through early 1998 at various Skeptics social events.
Details forgotten, something metaphorical to do with programming in Visual Basic 5.
Details forgotten, something to do with boarding a plane, a wedding was taking place nearby.
Most details forgotten. I’m in a cluttered area in a clothes shop talking to a lady I know. Next to me, a slim lady has just slipped into what seems to be a tight black bathing suit made of soft leather, she slinks out of the changing area slowly wiggling her backside like a model on a catwalk.