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Suzy McHale’s dream diary

Overview

I saw a description long ago of the dreams we have when asleep being “like going to the movies every night,” only they are often much more entertaining, and you never know what you will see! They can be joyful, disturbing, sad, exhilarating; a bizarre jumble of images that make sense while I am in the dream, but seem nonsensical when awake. I don’t know how other people experience their night-dreams, but mine are in full color, populated with both people I know and anonymous others whom I refer to as dream-characters (DCs), who are like extras in a movie.

Dreams – both night-dreams and daydreams – are like having your own personal Virtual Reality simulator, but they are far superior to the computer-generated VRs.

I wonder if the incorporeal mind (as opposed to the physical brain) exists in another dimension, as the landscapes of my dreams can be so vast. An analogy is the TARDIS time machine in the Dr. Who TV series; on the outside it was a small police phone box, but when stepping into the interior the characters stepped into another dimension! The inside was far bigger than the outside.

Occasionally, I have experienced lucid dreaming, where you “wake up” inside a dream, realize that you are dreaming, and are then able to exert mental control over the course of that dream. Somewhat frustratingly, this lucidness never lasts long and I lapse back into the unconscious dream-state.

I can appear as myself in a dream, or look through a DC’s eyes, shifting from one perspective to another. One curious feature of dreams is that they are so fluid; you can be doing one activity then seamlessly move to something entirely different.

If I am drifting off to sleep and am awakened suddenly (sometimes my legs jerk violently and involuntarily, and wake me, to my annoyance – a hypnic jerk; I also have experienced exploding head syndrome!) I can pinpoint the moment where my conscious thoughts gradually merge into the incoherent, unconscious ones that become dreams.

I am skeptical, though, that dreams have any intentional meaning. All human brains obviously have the same basic biology, so similar basic imagery would show up in dreams, then further influenced by the culture a person has grown up in (a hunter-gatherer would obviously not dream of cars, cities and buildings if they had never encountered these).

There are certain recurring dreams which I have had for years; ones which perhaps represent unresolved issues, or fears and obsessions. I will try to describe some below. Words are so frustratingly limited when describing the incredible complexity of dreams, though; the descriptions are sketchy at best.

Sleep is also an escape from my conscious mind, which can get very tiresome to be with. Thinking can become a torment, and sleep provides a respite from the constant barrage of thoughts each day. Imagine being unable to sleep for some reason, and having to live with one’s conscious self day and night forever. A person would eventually go insane. So, sleep, for me, is a blessing!

Below are transcripts recorded from dreams I’ve written down after awakening. Often, though, I can’t be bothered writing down dreams immediately after waking, as fully rousing is unpleasant, so an initially vivid dream will have faded from memory later in the day. This is only very sporadically updated.

2001

Monday 15/1/2001

In a dream last night there were some huge pine or conifer trees; like the California redwoods, hundreds of metres high. These trees are a reoccurring image and are derived from tall pine trees along North Road, near its end in Brighton, a really nice and expensive area with huge nature strips. The trees were on these, west of the railway line. My family used to drive along this route on the way to visit Gran every week, so this region is embedded in my memory. I wonder what the dream-trees symbolize? They have huge trunks and are massive in size, towering over me.

2002

Tuesday 1/1/2002

A dream from last night; I scribbled it down after waking up around 2:40 a.m.: I was in Bridge Street, where Gran’s home was, with some relatives. It was late afternoon or evening. I was looking at a collection of Russian rockets I had displayed; a couple were in Gran’s front yard. I then saw a huge one, lying on its side on a transporter, parked in the street! It was huge, several stories high, looming over the houses there. It was an N-1, the equivalent of an Apollo Saturn. I walked towards the rocket and I was then in a shed; I wanted the rocket moved to a hangar somewhere in the country. The rocket was then hauled off by a truck or train. I was then met by 5 Russian technicians whose job was to look after the rockets. That’s all I can remember. The rockets came from a space book I was reading the previous night. Gran’s home (14 Bridge St, Elsternwick) is embedded in my memory and appears frequently in my dreams – but in reality, it was sold and demolished in 1997.

Thursday 24/1/2002

A dream from Tuesday evening; I fell asleep watching TB: I was onboard a 747, seated on its port side. It was soon to take off. I placed my hand luggage on the seat beside me to prevent anyone else sitting there. I glanced out the window; the view was from altitude over sea and some land, as though we were already in flight. I was thinking that this was the second time this week that I had flown, from England to somewhere or other. I then went up the aisle to the toilet. I also dreamt that I saw the ISS in orbit. It was a pleasant dream.

Tuesday 29/1/2002

Had a dream this morning involving Osama bin Laden (Number 1 bad guy, who still eludes capture). It is, inevitably, only hazy now; I should have written it down upon waking. I was initially walking across the desert and I saw some men on camels. In a subsequent scene I was inside a building with a luxurious interior laid out like a tropical indoor garden, with a waterfall and pond. I was trapped in a room and the floor began to rise, threatening to crush me. Something about this happening because I was part of bin Laden’s group. Managed to get out of the room somehow. That’s about all I can remember.

Thursday 31/1/2002

A curious dream I had early this morning; I scribbled down some details after waking at 4:40 a.m.. I was in a casino which was somehow in our house. I put my money in two poker machines and a whole lot of coins – silver change in one, gold dollar coins in the other – came tumbling out. As I gathered them up, management became suspicious. A security man came over to question me. He became angry, convinced I had cheated somehow, though I indignantly denied this. He tried to take the coins off me; I resisted and ran out with them. I was now outside our house; I ran east up the street going up the hill opposite, then right up a side street, hiding from others who gave chase. I found myself passing outside the casino (now located there) through a crowd of people, but no one noticed me.

Tuesday 2/4/2002

11:41 p.m.: I’m in a car driving home and I pass a stadium of some sort – go through it – then drive past some reserves (one is called “St. Trinian’s”). I’m then in the country near the sea. Seems to be a place where Dad was when he was young, and I see him in the distance. I then climb some cliffs. I’m next in a country town. See a woman grooming a horse. She picks up a chainsaw and cut something with it, then goes back to the horse. The chainsaw is left on and works its way up a wooden ramp, then falls down on the girl, cutting her. I rush over with a couple of others and bathe her cut arm under a tap.

Last dream: I boarded a passenger jet with my former school classmates; we were headed off to America. The inside of the jet looked like a restaurant, having seats and tables. I couldn’t find anyone to sit next to at first. Finally found a backwards-facing seat; I had a large rear window to look out of, and I was happy I’d be able to take photos of it during the flight. Next we were in America. I was walking through a newsagent with a classmate. We looked at a pile of discount books; I noticed the titles were the same as ones in Australia.

Tuesday 7/5/2002

A dream from last night: I was on Tucker Road, down southwards from our house. I knocked on the door of a small cottage on the west side of the street, and an old lady opened it. She seemed very irritable at first, and was small and stooped over. She grabbed me by the shoulder with unexpected strength and lifted me over the threshold. She then seemed to become friendlier as I admired the interior of her house, which was somewhat like my parents’ and Gran’s homes.

Saturday 11/5/2002

3:10 a.m.: Just woke from a dream where there was some sort of party at home. I was wandering around the house and saw S. was there. He was first in Michele’s room with some others, then I saw him in a chair sitting by himself. I was initially going to stab him, but he saw me and said something in a friendly tone so I took his hand and led him out into the backyard – we were looking upwards, for satellites –and put my arms around his waist, holding him tight. It felt very nice; very comforting. I pushed my face against him – there was so much longing in this gesture. He seemed bemused in a friendly sort of way. I reluctantly had to let him go. He was dressed in a blue flight jumpsuit. I then woke up.

Saturday 1/6/2002

1:44 a.m.: I dreamed I was in Elsternwick somewhere, talking to someone about Gran’s home, saying it was 5 years since I’d seen it in 1997; how it had been demolished. I then went to Bridge Street, then behind to the canal. Next I found myself in the Space Shuttle, but one that was horizontal, at the canal, with the STS-88 crew. Something about shooting a documentary. I was saying how those seated in the lower cabin have no way of escaping.

Thursday 13/6/2002

I had a peculiar dream this morning, just before I awoke for the day. I was in the backyard with Michele; it was late afternoon. I can’t recall the next scene clearly, but she put on a pressure suit and somehow launched herself into orbit! I remained on the ground, looking up and seeing her as a bright point of light, like a satellite. There was another satellite or something which she was trying to catch up with; this was headed SE to NW. But she was on the wrong trajectory, and was heading W to E. I realized I would have to go up there and rescue her, but she was fading into the distance and I would have to wait 90 minutes for her to complete the orbit and come back overhead. I told this to Mum when I went inside. I needed a pressure suit too, and I had an orange NASA one, so I began to don this. I was planning how I was going to rescue her. Unfortunately I awoke before I got around to this! If only launching into orbit was as easy as jumping off the ground like Superman!

Wednesday 7/8/2002

I was onboard the ISS with some other people, and I closed the hatches between the U.S. & Russian segments, then commanded them to separate! I explained to the others that this was on the orders of those sponsoring my trip up there; that the international partnership was over as it wasn’t working. My sponsors had bought the Russian segment. Three people departed in a Soyuz, leaving 6 on board. Another Soyuz was being launched to bring them down. I then awoke around 12 a.m.

Sunday 18/8/2002

11:40 p.m.: Woke up from the end of a dream. In this I watched as several atomic explosions were set off in the Australian desert. I seemed to be viewing from an airplane or helicopter flying low as it swooped around then began fleeing as the explosions rose in dark mushroom clouds and a shock wave raced outwards. I passed many animals that had been tethered in the desert for a radiation experiment; they had broken loose and were frantically galloping ahead of the shock wave. But the blast caught up with them – there were cattle, horses and even an elephant – tossed them into the air and sucked them back, reducing them to skeletons in the process. I then awoke abruptly as the imagery was upsetting. Atomic explosions seem to be an occasional recurring image.

Thursday 5/9/2002

In a dream 2 nights ago, I was back at Gran’s home, and Gran was there, but she seemed to have Alzheimer's or some sort of senility. I was trying to keep her locked up in a room, but she kept getting out.

Tuesday 10/9/2002

Woke up a couple of times last night after various dreams. In one I was in a tall building – like the World Trade Center – it began collapsing on top of me, and then I was trapped in a cramped dark space (I had burrowed under my bed sheets while dreaming). The feeling of being trapped and suffocating was quite realistic, for a few moments! A dreadful way to die, buried alive under tons of debris. In another dream I was driving around the local streets with Mum, but I can’t recall any details now.

Sunday 29/9/2002

Dreamt a couple of nights ago that I was at Gran’s home. I was looking at some plans to rebuild it after knocking down the townhouses there. I stood in the back yard looking at the sky. Michele was there, also.

Tuesday 22/10/2002

Woke up at 2:52 a.m. In the last dream I had, I was driving on a winding road which seemed to be out near Chadstone. It was very hilly, with the road going through green fields. This is a dream-place I’ve been to before, several times. In the car, we went up and down some very steep hills (I was with Mum & Dad). We then drove down one where the road came to an abrupt end. A vast drop lay beyond, with a green valley far below; a landscape of green fields surrounded by tall mountains. Michele had appeared, and she jumped off the edge, then I followed. I spread my arms and glided down to the valley floor. It was an exhilarating feeling, though all too brief. I’ve had similar dreams over the years – I know in the dream that I can jump off cliffs with impunity. After landing, I found myself in the lounge room of my parents’ house.

In an earlier dream, I was in a forest with what seemed to be Serbian soldiers. It was dusk. We were looking for, or looking at, graves of people they had killed. This image was likely derived from the movie Behind Enemy Lines, which I hired on video last week.

Wednesday 6/11/2002

3:09 a.m.: I’m in a forest of Californian redwoods. I climb up a tree, a very tall one. A woman, some sort of Park Ranger, appears and starts breaking off branches, pruning and felling trees. I’m angry at this, so I throw some branches down at her, trying to hurt her. She calls in reinforcements – men wearing helmets – to bring me down. They surround the base of the tree, and one starts to climb. I now see I’m in a shopping mall, similar to Southland – the tree is placed in the central lobby, stretching up several floors. As the man reaches me, I push off and leap to one of the floors, then run out the shopping center to escape.

Later: another dream of Gran’s home; I was in the backyard. I’d arranged for the townhouses there to be razed, and was having a concrete driveway laid, extending to the carport at the back.

Sunday 17/11/2002

1:38 a.m.: Woke from a vivid dream. I was swimming laps in a pool that was also the backyard. Then Mum was talking to a woman in the backyard of the house on our south side, remarking on dreadful new houses in the area. Mum suggested she meet us in a side street off Patterson Road where a circus or festival was being set up. The woman said the homes there were poorer-quality than they appeared.

Later, a recurring dream of visiting the technical bookshop in the city, though it looked different to the real one. I floated up a stairwell … and entered the ISS! An astronaut called F. Culbertson was there, waiting for me and two others. He greeted me with a hug. He explained a few things about the ISS. I looked around; I was in Zvezda. F.C. wanted to know if we’d brought nuts and dried fruit, so I went back down the hatch to look. The items were on a shelf, so I started gathering them. Michele and Mum were there. I was then looking at an image of Chinese warships sailing.

2003

Wednesday 15/1/2003

In one of my last dreams last night, I dreamed I went skydiving – doing the world’s highest skydive. I didn’t write it down after awakening, so it’s only hazy now. I recall blue sky and sailing down – I landed safely, somewhere in the suburbs. There was also a scene where I wandered through a factory looking at Barbie dolls.

Saturday 8/2/2003

In a dream I was in the countryside, out west of Melbourne. Seemed to be evening. Was with my parents, or someone. Can’t remember it clearly now. Scene of driving along a winding road, of a stream and waterfall.

Thursday 13/2/2003

I had a vivid dream – my last this morning – in which I found myself back in childhood (about 5 years or so) at home, but I was aware that I had been transported back. I was happy that I now had a chance to re-make my life. My parents and Michele were there – much younger, of course. I was also at a sports oval with some school classmates, and I was thinking that I could make more of an effort to join in, and do some sports.

Thursday 6/3/2003

2:56 a.m.: We were at Gran’s home – me, Michele, parents, Uncle Brian and others. A hurricane was approaching from the south. We ran around frantically preparing for it. The storm then hit and I ran into the darkened storage room where Gran and others were. I then went back out to contain damage. Looked from the doorway of the lounge room into it – this was much bigger than in real life, with a south-facing floor-to-ceiling window which had shattered; rain and wind were coming through, and I grabbed a floral vase before it fell off a shelf and broke. Water from the storm surge washed across the floor. One last surge of wind, then the storm front passed; I looked out some windows and saw a receding black mass of cloud. I went back inside to begin mopping up with the others.

Last dream of night: I was visiting my old school, Kilvington, but it was very different from the real one. I was walking through an old weatherboard house that was a blend of my parents,’ Gran’s and one that the school had owned near it. The dream-house had been renovated and modernized. I wandered around the rooms. Some students were there, and I felt old and out of place.

Friday 4/4/2003

I’ve had a couple of dreams about the Iraq War since it started 2 weeks ago (U.S./British/Australian forces invasion). One involved detonating a nuclear device in Baghdad, then galloping or running away with a whole lot of other people riding horses, camels, etc. In a dream last night I was with some Iraqi troops in Baghdad and we fled underground through some secret tunnels, unknown to the Allied forces. I did not record these dreams after waking so I can’t recall the details.

Tuesday 22/4/2003

3:30 a.m.: Just woke up from a vivid dream where the ISS was destroyed! In the dream, I was at home with Mum & Dad, watching the evening news. It was announced that the ISS had been destroyed during some sort of test when the Space Shuttle was docked. There was a detailed description of some sort about the Shuttle – pictures of its tiled surface – but no pictures of the ISS were available. The three on board – Expedition 6 – had also died upon landing in the Soyuz escape capsule. There was a film of it landing in Kazakhstan, and looking very dented and battered on one side. I watched as they were extracted – but the dream changed so I was looking at a small model of the Soyuz on the lounge room carpet in Gran’s home, though events carried on as though they were real (sort of both at the same time). Someone next to me opened the capsule to find the 3 inside dead (they were at once both small models and the real people). I asked if the heat coming off the capsule had killed the 3 (it was still hot and smoking), but he said it hadn’t. I though that the ISS program was really jinxed.

Wednesday 14/5/2003

Last dream this morning involved going parachuting/skydiving. Couple of scenes repeated involving me plummeting towards Earth – patchwork fields. In the second scene I was in an airplane taking off from a field surrounded by woods; someone pointed at where we were to land after parachuting down. The airplane was circling the field as it gained altitude – not unlike country drives from the past where we went up Mt. Franklin on a winding road.

Friday 16/5/2003

In one dream, I was walking along a crowded city street which seemed to be in Moscow. It was early morning, the sun in front of me, and foggy. Many other people were around me. I turned and headed back the way I came. More followed after that, but I can’t recall. I think I’ve been in this dream-place before.

Saturday 17/5/2003

I was back at Gran’s home, both in the 1980s and now. Heather and Craig were there, as well as Michele. A scene of me in a car being driven there by Craig. Something about watching a video there, and sitting in front of the fireplace in the dining room. I wanted to watch a TV series called 24, but Michele had hired a horror video instead, which I wasn’t happy about.

Monday 19/5/2003

A dream of hijacking a 747. I was in the cockpit, looking through a dream-character’s eyes. Think I’ve had this dream before. In a later dream, I stole an SR-71 Blackbird and flew it across the Bering Strait to Russia (I was initially looking at this on a map). I hid it in a hangar, which turned into a garage. This opened onto the house diagonally opposite my parents’ home on Tucker Road. I seemed to have traveled back in time; I saw my younger self outside our own house across the street.

Tuesday 20/5/2003

Had a vivid dream last night about bombing Houston Mission Control Center! I was initially on a balcony above the main control room with some other people, as though I had come on an excursion of some sort. I tried to surreptitiously slide a package which contained the bomb under the seat I was sitting on. I then left. The bomb went off when I got outside. Much chaos, though no one was killed. I had to escape before I got caught, so I found myself at home. I initially thought I was safe, then I learned that a security video camera had filmed the audience watching, including me, so it was only a matter of time before my face was scrutinized. It was a video still; I looked rather overweight and unattractive in the photo, and was looking upwards. I was in my bedroom when two people knocked on the front door; I told my parents to say I wasn’t at home. They turned out to be there for some other reason, but I was not yet safe. Can’t recall now what happened after that.

2006

Monday 18/9/2006

Dreamed I was able to time-travel back into my past. Went back to 1988 first, outside our house. Saw Dad; had a long conversation with him; told him I was from the future. Remarked on things I would like to change (the Cold War not ending). I then jumped on the garage roof to prepare to go back further. Dad said something else. I jumped back again, landed in 1998. Realized I didn’t want to go there; jumped to 1980. I was in the loungeroom, then went into my bedroom.

2007

Saturday 16/8/2007

I was sitting on a clifftop overlooking the ocean; it was near Inverloch, at the Eagle’s Nest rock. I told myself that I would go flying off it when I fell asleep and began dreaming. When I began to do this Mum interrupted my sleep and said a friend had phoned me (Lee-Anne Henry, who lived nearby, on London Street behind us). So I began to walk down the road to her house. On the way I saw an old woman walking with two young children and I began thinking sadly of how we used to walk with Gran to Gardenvale. I woke up after that.

2012

Monday 19/3/2012

Saturday 31/3/2012

Bentleigh had been hit by a small nuclear bomb (as had other places). I was watching the details on TV; there was a map of the affected areas. The area was slowly sinking, the announcer said. Dad said that we would not move or evacuate; there was nowhere to go.

Thursday 19/7/2012

Dream of me being mentally ill or disturbed, and was running around disposing of various items in Bentleigh and East Boundary Road. Michele was with me in the last scene; someone from Bentleigh Baptist Church was supposed to look after me from home, but I didn’t want him there. Feeling of dream on waking was rather menacing or disturbing.

Monday 31/12/2012

Dreamed parents and I moved to a 3-storey house. My bedroom was on the top floor.

2013

Monday 28/1/2013

End of an evening dream, 10:15 p.m.: Walking along an elevated walkway above a forest, looking northeast. Trees come down, damaged by flooding. I am then edging my way along a cliff, looking down at flood debris below. I go to jump down, but realize it is too far (several meters).

Sunday 24/3/2013

Dreamed I was able to travel back in time to see Sasha the dog (it’s nearly 16 weeks since he was put to sleep). It was the late 1990s – I was at home and family were out somewhere. I patted him, took him out and stayed with him for a while.

Also dreamed earlier that I was visiting a house with a long corridor with rooms opening off to each side – a distorted memory of Bill and Pam Waters’ home in Frankston. (I have visited that dream-house version many times before.) Many other people (mainly dream characters) were there.

Tuesday 30/4/2013

4:05 a.m.: I was in the kitched with Dad, washing dishes, and heard a jet go overhead. We ran out into the backyard to see it. The jet was a passenger jet. It began circling around the sky above, and was morphing into different types of jets, maneuvering violently. Suddenly the pilot lost control and the jet spiraled out of control, crashing somewhere in the west of the suburb.

Saturday 20/7/2013

Fell asleep in the evening watching TV. In a dream I was at a party – in a distorted version of Bill and Pam’s house. It was located near a coastline; also simultaneously at Kilvington (my old school). As the day darkened toward evening, I decided to ride my bicycle home, and got up to leave, walking around others on the beach. I realized I forgot my bike lights. I went into a side room to use a toilet, stepping on spilled confectionary in a hallway. At this point I was woken up by my alarm.

Tuesday 27/8/2013

Had a brief dream overnight that I was standing in the outside laundry at Gran’s home (demolished in 1997), and thinking how happy I was to see the place again. The feeling was quite vivid.

Wednesday 11/9/2013

I was being pursued by a man in Bentleigh shopping center. He was bald and muscular. An alien character of mine came up and stabbed him through his heart with a sword, killing him and saving me from harm.

Thursday 12/9/2013

I was in Syria, being driven through a suburb on a mountain; I exclaimed how normal it looked as I thought it would be blown up and devastated like other parts of the country. Later, I was at a church service where a girl made a droning sound as she poured some water in a chalice.

Friday 25/10/2013

Two dreams with Gran in them:

Wednesday 6/11/2013

Had a series of dreams this morning:

Thursday 14/11/2013

2014

Saturday 20/9/2014

Dreamt I was visiting ASTA with Michele, Dad and someone else. (Before that I was at Chadstone shopping center with Mum.) We drove straight through a security gate and parked near some portable offices. We went into one and stood around a bit awkwardly while Dad talked to someone. Uncle Brian appeared briefly. I walked around looking at things.

Friday 3/10/2014

11:08 p.m.: Dreamt I was initially at a gym or at a related sports shop; I wanted to avoid some bodybuilders, so I tried to climb down a steep embankment, which I managed to after a couple of attempts (it was at least double my body height). I then found myself near some sort of underground lake, with a lot of stuff (books, etc.) piled around me.

Saturday 11/10/2014

Evening: Dreamed I was going back to Mossgiel Riding Academy as an adult for some lessons; I felt some trepidation about this.

2015

Wednesday 21/1/2015

I was standing in the backyard of a man’s house in my suburb, looking north – it was next to the local library. The backyard was large and bare, having only grass. The house was an old Californian bungalow, on the east side of the property. The sun was high, sky clear and I couldn’t see over the fence. I wondered why the man didn’t plant a tree in the corner for shade. I then got in a car with my parents and we drove away.

Next scene: we were driving eastwards up a local street. Suddenly I saw thousands of birds flying everywhere, over a sports oval nearby. They were red-feathered ibises. The scene morphed to a location on a winding road in a mountainous forested area – a sloping hillside on Mt Dandenong. We stopped to get out and take photos of the birds. Some tourists and others were there too, looking at the birds – one dream-character remarked that there were 150,000 of them. One bird walked past me; it was rather sickly-looking. Others were perched on the car roof; the situation was getting a bit alarming. I woke up at that point.

Saturday 7/2/2015

This came during my evening sleep: I was at some sort of camp – similar to the school class holidays or outings I went to for a week when young. There were rows of beds from which I had chosen one to sleep in. I went to an outside enclosed shower block, came out, then stopped at a desk where medical personnel or staff were seated (memory of hospital stay). I wanted to pass through as it was blocking my route. One of the women let me through a gate. I was then with 2 or 3 other women walking around and taking some chocolates that had been placed on tables.

Sunday 22/3/2015

3:49 a.m.: Woke up around 10 minutes ago. Dreamed I had somehow traveled back in time as was looking in my bedroom cupboard for a particular toy (a black-and-silver plastic horse called Andromeda, from a sci-fi toy series called Micronauts). This was in the 1970s. I was rummaging through various items but couldn’t find it, though there was some other documentation and toys there. I then thought to look in the pink toy box I had then (wooden, made by Dad), so I went to search, noting how much less cluttered my bedroom was. I removed a blue box to dust it, then woke up.

Friday 10/7/2015

In a dream scene last night, I was standing in the driveway, near the garage. The time was evening. I looked up into the sky and saw a large reddish manta-ray-like shape pass over from the east; it was quite low. At first it was an alien spacecraft. Then more came, filling the sky, and changed into odd flat ribbon-like creatures that flew down and past me, weaving around. There were also other creatures there.

Wednesday 26/8/2015

4:00 a.m.: Woke up around 15 minutes ago. In my last dream I was driving with Uncle Brian on a daytrip to a small seaside town. I have been there before in dreams; it is on the eastern side of Port Phillip Bay and lies on a low sandbank, only just above sea level. We were then riding a bicycle and rode along a narrow path beside a building with a drop to the lower beach on the left. An old woman stepped to one side and fell off the path as we forced our way past while rounding a corner. We were then walking around the small town to explore. I realized I had not brought a hat for sun protection as the day was bright and sunny. I stopped outside a bank in a mall and looked inside the doorway.

Monday 28/9/2015

12:44 a.m.: Just woke up. Last part of dream: I am at Southland Shopping Centre. Then I am driving with Mum eastwards up South Road; come to Moorabbin-Nepean Highway intersection. A tall building is on the hill, blocking the skyline; I think it is an eyesore. Mum turns left to the north, and we begin descending a steep grassy slope that extends into the distance, like a vast field. The sky is blue. I tell Mum where to drive on it as the path slopes dangerously to either side and the ground is bumpy. Now the car has somehow transformed into Sasha the dog, and we are walking with him. I let him go and he runs swiftly down the hill into the distance, then turns and comes back when I call and whistle. We turn right, ascend a slope and are back on the suburban streets.

Before, I was looking at a cottage, which appeared to be the sleepout/bungalow that was behind Gran’s home, and thinking it needed renovating.

Scenes at Southland SC; I am sitting on seats on the upper level with some older women.

Wednesday 11/11/2015

1:10 a.m.: This was the last scene in a dream sequence before I awoke. I was a passenger in the back seat of a car, driving along a leafy street in Elsternwick or a similar old area of Melbourne. Mum, Gran and Michele are there (I think). I say how much I like the area, with the deciduous trees forming a shady canopy over the road, their leaves autumn colors – they look like liquidambar trees.

We stop at an old 1920s-1930s house in a street; it is on the east side. We get out to visit an old woman who lives in it. I say I love this style of house – a Californian Bungalow style – and wish we could move there. I put my hand on a stone pillar at one corner of the house. I glimpse the woman in her backyard before we go to the door. Next we are at the backyard of the house; it is east-facing and a steep hill slopes up to an embankment behind which is a river; it seems to be the Yarra. The backyard garden is a large well-maintained formal garden. We wander around with the old woman, who seems to be a friend of Gran’s. A dog and cat are there; the dog is a terrier mix and the cat a long-haired Himalayan type.

This dream was quite pleasant and nostalgic.

Wednesday 18/11/2015

3:59 p.m.: A dream scene from last night. I was standing in the front yard of a house that was similar to my parents’ but not actually their home. A light aircraft flew by quite low then crashed onto the road in front of the house (eastwards direction), spraying metal fragments everywhere. I thought I should call emergency 000 but couldn’t decide what to do, or didn’t know. There were three victims of the crash.

Wednesday 23/12/2015

3:51 a.m.: I asked Grandpa to make a simple wooden seat that would extend around the outside corner of our house (my parents’ home), the northeast corner where the brick chimney is. He got a spare bit of wood from Dad’s shed and began making it. This later became Dad who made and fitted it. By now the seat was made from an old padded outdoors cushion. I wanted it so I could sit outside and read.

I rarely dream of Grandpa (he died in 1982, when I was 11), so this was an unusual appearance.

Wednesday 30/12/2015

3:13 p.m.: Dream fragments from last night:

Thursday 31/12/2015

2:08 p.m.: Dream fragment from last night – I didn’t write it down immediately after: Dad was driving with us in the car. We were heading west down a hill towards the beach; it seemed to be Port Phillip Bay. He overshot the road along the beach and went down a steep, short incline and almost into the sea, just stopping in time. The waves lapping there were a deep blue-green. (This is another reoccuring incident in my dreams.) I am fuzzy now on what happened next: I think someone got a tow rope and attached it to the car.

2016

Saturday 2/1/2016

11 p.m.: Dream fragments – I fell asleep in front of the TV:

Tuesday 5/1/2016

3:52 a.m.:

Wednesday 6/1/2016

4:54 a.m.: I went to see a movie called The Martian (I haven’t seen it in reality). Some scenes from it played as though I was in them. The astronaut was outside his spaceship in some sort of danger. I had been supposed to meet Michele at the shopping centre where it was screening, but an emergency incident there meant that she couldn’t get in. She told me this when I got home. Mum and Sasha the dog were there.

Friday 8/1/2016

3:27 p.m.: Had a dream about the Avatar movie last night, just before I awoke this morning. It is vague now but it was something to do with the plot for the next movie.

Saturday 9/1/2016

7:25 p.m.: Something about getting an Apple computer; a laptop, perhaps.

Tuesday 12/1/2016

4:40 a.m.: I am walking northwards up a hill in a city – feels like New York – with a male and female dream characters. They have walked 12 km or so and do this regularly to get to work.

I am now on the summit of a steep hill in the country – somewhat similar to the Cardinia Dam – looking southeast at what seem to be storm clouds. The cloudy sky is a lemon and lavender color.

Dad starts driving down a steep winding road, and nearly goes over the edge of one sharp bend. I look down and see other cars similarly get into trouble. One loses control and runs into another in a car park far below.

Thursday 14/1/2016

1:05 a.m.:

My last dream before waking in the morning featured monorail trains running around various tracks, some threatening to collide with me.

Saturday 16/1/2016

1:41 p.m.: Last dream from this morning: I am in Afghanistan, on the slope of a hill. I have the head of an old woman with me. I dig a hole for it and carefully bury it. Earlier, I was walking around some suburban streets closer toward the city with some family, I think.

Monday 18/1/2016

3:30 p.m.: Awoke after falling in front of TV yesterday evening. I was going to dinner with family members and others. The location seemed to be near Port Phillip Bay; we descended some steep stairs facing west. Some Polynesians greet us with a ceremony as we walk through some tropical vegetation.

Next we are in a playroom, similar to the playroom at the back of Bentleigh Baptist Church. Some geese appear in a cage; they are white and wearing clothing. A piebald baby elephant is running around.

Friday 22/1/2016

12:52 p.m.: Fragment from my last dream this morning: an older woman who is a customer at Romano’s Coffee in Southland walks through the rear gate opening onto the backyard of my parents’ home as I exit it; she is staying there as there is some sort of lodging arrangement.

Saturday 23/1/2016

7:21 p.m.: Dreams from this morning have mostly faded, but I remember walking around the rear of the nearby Tucker-Patterson Road shopping strip – a maze of corrugated iron fences in the dream. That location is another recurring image over the years. In a subsequent scene there was graffiti on the front fence of our home, which I tried to clean off (another recurring image).

In a dream from a few years ago, I walked past the shops in the early morning and went in to get an icypole. This felt quite realistic, as though I had done it in real life.

Sunday 24/1/2016

7:19 p.m.: Dreams have faded from this morning, but one image is of me being at the big Duncan McKinnon Reserve (beside Murrumbeena and North Roads), another recurring place I visit in dreams. I go along a smaller road beside it (Crosbie Road), find a cave, and go in and lie down. Some other dream characters come in to look for me.

Another dream that took place in this location is of going to a Kilvington schoolfriend’s house for a meet-up with other classmates and looking around their two-storied house; it felt quite realistic (and has recurred occasionally). Robyn Kaye lived here in the early 1980s and I visited her house a few times.

Tuesday 26/1/2016

2:50 a.m.: I was half-awake and felt something jump on the bed and walk up alongside me to breathe on me under my bedsheet cover. It seemed to be the presence of Tikky, our long-deceased cat. The presence was invisible, but felt quite real, and the experience was unnerving – perhaps sleep paralysis?

In a later dream, I was in Southland SC, entering via the Karen Street entrance. I looked at where there used to be a side-corridor with shops that was now filled in (this was the dream version, not the real-world one).

Wednesday 3/2/2016

3:20 p.m.: I was walking around a corner of Southland SC, past the Bardot store towards the Karen Street entrance. Uncle Brian and Heather came toward me, walking in the opposite direction.

Thursday 4/2/2016

3:36 a.m.: Dreams faded almost as soon as I awoke. I am going to some school – it is simultaneously the Moorabbin TAFE and Kilvington. I walk up some steps to the reception lobby – this is the one that was at Kilvington when I was there. In another scene, I am with a dream character who lures some girls to kidnap them. They are Kilvington classmates; one is Nicole Arnold. They are put in the back of a van.

Friday 5/2/2016

3:15 a.m.: I am walking along South Road, on the south side and east of Moorabbin shops. The weather is wet and I am wearing a raincoat. Someone is walking behind me.

I look out my bedroom window. I see an iPad Pro and Pencil being recharged; they are secured to the fence and hanging over it. I go and get Dad to have a look. We come back to my room and I see a couple of huntsman spiders on the wall, so I spray them with insecticide.

Monday 8/2/2016

1:22 p.m.: I am in a shopping center, Southland most likely, and am going up some moving elevator stairs. These separate in the middle and one section goes off at a right angle, so I go along this. Stairs like these that are perilously steep are a recurring dream image.

Tuesday 9/2/2016

3:37 p.m.: Something about Australian Aboriginies sitting around a fire in the outback. Telling a story of something.

I am at home, draping some clothing across a chair outside, in the front yard.

Sunday 14/2/2016

11:21 a.m.: I was in a shopping center again, but this time walking through a long series of passageways, rather like the enclosed arcades in Melbourne CBD. At one stage I was in Toys R Us, looking for a product, but it was no longer available.

Wednesday 17/2/2016

3:32 a.m.: I am in the Minotaur Bookstore (in Melbourne CBD) for a browse, but initally can’t see any of their products – there is music equipment where the books used to be. A staff member says they had to relocate upstairs. I go up to the next level to look. This version of the bookstore is in their old location, on Bourke Street.

In another scene, I am in a secondhand bookstore, a memory of what used to be the Book Exchange in Moorabbin, along Nepean Highway. I select two books from the Eragon Inheritance series that were previously owned by me, but realize I can’t afford them. Then there was something about a story featuring a dragon.

Thursday 18/2/2016

4:07 a.m.: I am at Gran’s home, in the loungeroom. I look at some old books and documents on a small table; they belong to Uncle Brian. Later I am looking at some chocolate biscuits and remarking that they are thinner than they used to be.

Friday 19/2/2016

3:31 p.m.: I was visiting Bill and Pam Waters’ home in Frankston; they were happy to see us after a long absence.

Saturday 20/2/2016

4:04 a.m.: I look outside my bedroom window to see a red deer on the other side of the neighbor’s (#91) fence. It jumps over, stands briefly on the windowsill outside to look at me, then bounds away. Someone knocks on the front door. Dad opens it. A dream character mentions the deer in the front yard. We go outside into the front yard. I look to my right (south) and see the deer and two fawns hiding behind the front fence. I suggest they be shot and used for meat; Dad gets angry. I go back to my room. Dad, who turns into another dream character, comes in and accuses me of eating a packet of sweets he had. I angrily deny this.

In another dream, a marathon was being held, up near the North Road end of Tucker Road. I run south, though a line of spectators on either side.

Tuesday 23/2/2016

4:06 a.m.: I am getting a coffee at Romano’s in Southland; my parents are with me. There is mention of 6 staff leaving and 6 replacing them.

I am sitting on a southwest-facing beach with my parents under a sheltered outdoor dining area. The sea is turquoise-blue. The tide is coming in and the waves are getting bigger, closer and more violent (a recurring dream motif).

Thursday 25/2/2016

3:00 a.m.: I walk down South Road and wait to cross it near the TAFE bridge walkway overpass. Some other people are waiting there. I am sad when I find out later that one of them has died from a heart attack (he is a Korean).

I am outside some houses on Tucker Road, near South Road (3 houses, numbers 29, 31, 33, recently demolished in the real world). A small stream flows under one. I am then a man who has killed a woman; I hide one of her white sneakers under a rock on the riverbank. I have a plastic bag full of rocks.

I am at home alone; my parents have gone away on holiday. Dad suddenly comes in through the back door; he has returned to retrieve something Mum forgot. He is tired from the long drive. On going out to the car, I can smell smoke; one of his hats has been caught in the car door and is smoldering, almost catching alight.

Saturday 27/2/2016

6:30 p.m.: A fragment from last night – I was in the Minotaur bookstore and I was given a $100 gift voucher in compensation for something.

Wednesday 2/3/2016

5:31 p.m.: In one dream I was at a shopping center – an amalgamation of Chadstone and Southland – walking along a curving road in the underground car parks. These are multi-level with curving concrete walls in the dreams they appear in. In another I was in some public toilets outside the stalls.

Thursday 3/3/2016

5:55 p.m.: I was at the local shops (“Little Shops,” Tucker & Patterson Roads). I remember someone showing me a hand-drawn map with the shopping strip divided into two segments; one was for prostitution or something like that.

Friday 4/3/2016

2:30 a.m.: I am walking past a couple of skyscrapers in East Bentleigh with some dream characters. The buildings are Japanese-built. I can see their foundations through a gap in the footpath; they are earthquake-proofed. We admire the exterior of two of them, which have been covered with large copper leaf-like shapes.

I am carrying a suitcase with another group of people; one turns out to be the English Queen. We are fleeing some disaster. We emerge onto an oval near Bentleigh (Bentleigh Reserve) and move to take some seats around its rim to watch a movie (Ran, I think).

Fell asleep again. Dreamed of a plane crash and I pulled a cosmonaut out of the wreckage; the surroundings turned into my backyard.

Saturday 5/3/2016

2:50 p.m.: There are some buderigars in a cage in our house, some are dead (a memory of Basil, Michele’s budgie, who ended up in the care of my parents for many years). My parents then drive me to a shopping mall, seems to be in Moorabbin. I am getting close to being late for a beautician appointment. I walk down a corridor inside the mall and see a sign, “The House of Portable” (reference to a downloading site on the Internet), which is where my appointment is, and enter.

Monday 7/3/2016

3:22 a.m.: I am walking eastwards up to the bus stop (Bentleigh Secondary College/East Boundary Rd [Bentleigh East]) on East Boundary Road, wanting to see a movie at Chadstone. I am quite tired and at one point I stumble and fall onto my hands and knees on the rain-wet footpath, somewhere along Purtell Street and Lespray Avenue. When on the bus, I press the bell buzzer but realize the upcoming stop was not the one I wanted and had already passed the one I did want to alight at.

In another scene I was looking at the rear of some apartments over shops at a shopping strip at dawn; don’t know where they were; somewhere along North Road and Tucker Road, it felt like.

Tuesday 8/3/2016

4:02 a.m.: I am at Brighton Beach, on the foreshore. I walk past a ticket booth and buy a movie ticket there. The man serving is someone in real life who serves in a Moorabbin bakery, Brumby’s on Taylor Street (used to buy a weekly sausage roll from him).

In an earlier dream, I had moved into a ground-floor apartment in an urban area; felt like Caulfield or the inner south-east suburbs somewhere.

Thursday 10/3/2016

11:44 a.m.: I was late for work (Safeway checkout chick), due to start at 12 p.m. I decided not to go as I really did not want to. This is a recurring dream scene.

Something about being in a hospital waiting room, obviously a memory of my two stays there. The images here are of a maze of long corridors.

I was also visiting the local (Bentleigh) library, looking at shelves stacked with books; another recurring scene.

Friday 11/3/2016

5:52 p.m.: I was in Halley Park in Bentleigh, next to Jasper Road. There was an outdoor gathering and picnic. One table had some cakes on it and I helped myself to a piece after some deliberations.

Saturday 12/3/2016

2:10 a.m.: I am attending a party. I am with some other girls. We walk inside; there are people standing around and talking, and there is a buffet dinner. I look at their dresses and compare them to mine. In another room, up on a split level, there are some Russian mafiya/officials/business types. I glance at them and they notice me and the others. We move away and the Russian party enter the room; the group includes a woman in a sparkly ice-blue dress. I go back in with another girl or two to mingle. A large tan dog, similar to a Great Dane, crosses my path and gets in the way; I push it aside. Two of its dinner bowls are on the floor and it has made a mess eating. I pick one up in an attempt to clean it, but give this up.

2:25 p.m.: My last dream of the morning, I was in China, in a rural area, and walking through a landscape of fields. A veil was lifted and an ugly maze of pipes and a polluting factory revealed itself. I then walked through an urban area there; I think I was looking at some signage and trying to find out its meaning.

Tuesday 15/3/2016

6:22 p.m.: Last night’s dreams have faded, but one image I recall is of Gran looking at me and smiling. I think the scene might have been at home; she was in our dining room.

Thursday 17/3/2016

12:41 p.m.: I was in a bus with other passengers, going on a journey somewhere. It seemed to be on a road near the sea.

10:59 p.m.: Awakened after my evening nap in front of my TV. I am in our backyard, gathering washing off the clothesline as storm clouds are approaching from the west. A light aircraft flies over, high up. I then see it is in trouble. Chaos and spinning, but this is on the ground, still in the backyard (which is also the backyard behind Grandpa’s shed at Gran’s home). I can see some children are caught within a spinning playground roundabout, but can’t safely rescue them.

Earlier, I am in Bentleigh, at the Safeway carpark, and also in a room beside there. An overweight girl – a dream character – is sitting on a bed watching TV. She smiles at me and pats a space beside her, inviting me to sit there, which I do, a bit awkwardly.

Sunday 20/3/2016

12:23 p.m.: I was at an indoor swimming pool. It had been drained for repairs, and its floor was painted purple. I was standing with some other people who were discussing it. This indoor pool is a recurring image; it is a distorted memory of where I went swimming for a couple of years (early 1990s) at what is now the Waves Leisure Centre off Chesterville Road (near Southland). There was also an indoor pool and leisure centre I visited somewhere in Bayside, during the early 1990s also, but I can’t remember the exact location – it was in a reserve. I rode my bicycle down there, down Bluff Road.

Wednesday 23/3/2016

6:27 p.m.: Dreams last night were influenced by the bombings in Belgium the previous evening. I was also seeing a psychiatrist or psychologist in a maze of rooms; a memory of ones I saw in my late teens/early 20s. The main one seemed to be an older woman I saw briefly during my eating disorder period; she lived in a nice old and expensive house.

Thursday 24/3/2016

2:53 a.m.: I put Tikky the cat in our washing machine, and it went through a wash cycle. I paused it, dug through the clothing in the drum and pulled her out, putting her on the floor. She walked out looking shaken.

In an earlier dream I was in the Apple computer store in Southland, looking at various iPads.

Saturday 26/3/2016

6:48 p.m.: Last dream of this morning – I was standing in a fenced field where many exotic animals (African species) were corralled. I thought they looked unhappy. They were released and some wandered away. A couple of herbivores – like a cross between a donkey and a zebra, with dun coloring – came near me and I could pat one on its long nose.

Monday 28/3/2016

2:16 p.m.: Dreamt I was buying some ripped/“distressed” jeans from a shop in Southland (in real life the shop is Bardot).

Wednesday 30/3/2016

3:57 p.m.: In my last dream of the morning, I was taking shelter in a classroom beside a corridor. Floodwaters rushed down the corridor when I opened the door and looked out the doorway. People floated past now and then; one group was some older characters.

Monday 4/4/2016

1:01 p.m.: One of my dreams featured a tsunami. I was at a seaside town – the landscape looked a bit like that of the Esplanade at Flinders (which my parents and I went on a daytrip to on 2/7/1999) and was south-facing. There was an open concreted area with a geometric glass dome inside which people were taking in the view. I entered but felt uneasy as there was an impending tsunami and I did not feel the dome would be secure, so I left again and went to some buildings on higher ground to watch. The tsunami came in on a series of higher waves and the people inside were engulfed.

Friday 15/4/2016

12:07 p.m.: Haven’t been bothered to record my dreams for a while (I hate sitting up) but had a vivid one last night. I was at home with my parents; it was night. Rain began falling heavily outside, and soon it was dripping and breaking through various rooms in the house. The house was in darkness. There were puddles growing on the floor, including in my bedroom, and I was getting worried. The rain stopped, leaving the house wet inside and out. This dream has appeared a few times before, so it is recurring; what it symbolizes I don’t know.

Saturday 16/4/2016

3:37 a.m.: I am in Mum’s car (Toyota Starlet) with Dad driving. I say I want to go to the beach at Inverloch again. We drive south-east along a road next to the foreshore; it is hilly and sloping. We pass some houses on large blocks of land; there are chickens foraging outside them. Dad says that some Chinese person must own them. We drive along a narrow hilly trail and I see some riders approaching from the opposite direction, so Dad pulls over to the left and parks on a precariously steep incline. There is a woman on a camel amongst the horse riders.

Friday 29/4/2016

7:25 p.m.: Dreams last night involved Apple iMac laptops. I was in an Apple store looking at some. At one point I was asked to fill out a questionnaire on some paper sheets. The laptops were rose gold in color.

Monday 2/5/2016

7:18 p.m.: I was talking to a woman from an online eating disorders forum (I have not spoken to her in reality), going by the user name “bittergreen,” or Kat. She seemed nice and friendly. In another dream, I was walking through the Royal Botanical Gardens.

Sunday 8/5/2016

3:30 a.m.: I was on a passenger jet, seated near the front. For some reason, the pilots were elsewhere outside. The jet was taxiing around, awaiting their arrival. I heard someone on the radio querying where they were, so I donned a headset and answered, feeling awkward. I told them the jet was awaiting the pilots’ return. I could see Dad further forward, in a seat. (There was more detail, but I was too tired to write it all down.)

In an earlier dream I was jogging around a neighborhood oval, an amalgamation of the Bentleigh and Hodgson Reserves. That is a recurring dream image.

Sunday 8/5/2016

11:05 p.m.: I was in an old house in a Nordic country, looking southwards out a window at the view of an inlet in a bay, the ocean was on my right. The water was bright aquamarine and the sky blue. I was thinking about moving there permanently.

Tuesday 10/5/2016

1:56 p.m.: I was walking along Tucker Road, northwards past the little shops, when I saw that some street trees on the east side (near Surrey Street) had been cut down, to my dismay. My thought was that the road there was to be widened. A dream character – a middle-aged man with a moustache and brown hair – came by and also exclaimed in dismay at the trees’ removal, saying he would contact the local council in protest.

Wednesday 11/5/2016

6:26 p.m.: I was standing in Gran’s home’s backyard; it was a sunny morning. A red-and-white passenger jet flew across the sky. Its left wing had a fuel pod attached to its tip. The fuel pod detached, flew around a bit by itself, then came down and straight into my arms; I was ready for this as I was expecting it to take such an action.

Friday 13/5/2016

7:13 p.m.: I was in what I thought was an abandoned home; it was similar to Gran's home. I was rummaging around, looking for anything interesting. Some people came in and I looked frantically for somewhere to hide. I tried to slip out while they were talking. The dream is now vague so I can‘t recall details.

Sunday 22/5/2016

3 a.m.: I am in Dad’s car with my parents. We arrive home but have to pull over a few doors south of our house as there is construction work underway. Walking to the driveway, our neighbors in #95 (John Taranto) are using a digger to plow up their entire front yard, and some of ours. We go inside. Dad says that the roots of an Aonium plant in the front have extended everywhere, but he will just prune it, not remove it.

Another dream: I am sitting at a wooden school desk, watching some movie; it is rather odd and military-themed. A gruff old man comes up beside me on my left and stands there. I call him something rude under my breath, but he hears me. He holds a cotton ball infused with chloroform to my nose. I try not to breathe it in but too late; I pass out. I awaken to find myself in the backyard of Gran’s home (14 Bridge Street); I call for help. A flock of corellas fly over. Then some humanoid creatures – tall, skeletal, dressed in loose white clothes – approach from the sky. They walk as though on stilts. They surround the man and some other people, and drive them away. A helicopter with a person dangling from a cable flies over also.

Saturday 4/6/2016

1:28 p.m.: Haven’t managed to motivate myself to write down dreams in the last few weeks; waking myself fully to do so is too tiresome. A vague image from last night’s dreams: walking around the outside of a house that was to be demolished. It was late afternoon or early evening. Don’t know where the house was. There were some succulents in the garden strip alongside the south side of the house (I was facing west in the dream, and was in the shadow of the house).

Sunday 5/6/2016

1:37 p.m.: In the last scene of last night’s dreams, I was talking to Mrs. McDougal, who in real life lived at 95 Tucker Road until the 1990s (she moved out and the Tarantos moved in, and built a new house). I was asking her about how she was, just general small talk. Before that, I was again talking to “bittergreen” from the MPA forum (see 2/5/2016 entry).

Friday 24/6/2016

6:32 p.m.: I am outside a cafeteria near the beach, somewhere on the Mornington Penninsula.

Mum is standing on the pavement northwards up Tucker Road, a few blocks up from our house.

Tuesday 28/6/2016

12:16 p.m.: Dreams have faded, but one involved a raid on an Apple store to procure iPads and such! (Previous was on 29/4.) An overweight woman and man were with me.

Thursday 30/6/2016

9:42 p.m.: I fly or drive past a wide grassy valley to the west of me, in the country somewhere. Some sort of US Air Force base is there, with aircraft flying around. I fly down through it and continue along the wide valley; there are plains and a bay in the distance. I reach a seaside town, on the west coast, similar to those on the drive to Inverloch. I pass an old tall pine tree that I recognize.

I am then with Uncle Brian and Dad at a road beside the beach in the town. We are standing on an embankment. Someone comments on the noise of the railway crossing removal works. A trailer truck backs up in front of us. It folds around us as it reverses and I realize it has us trapped and is about to crush us … I wake up then, my heart beating faster.

Sunday 7/8/2016

3:22 a.m.: One scene: I was on a high clifftop that faced west, looking over the blue ocean far below. I was taking photos of what the dream told me to be Perth; I was at the edge of Australia. I was surrounded by ti-tree scrub and there was a wooden teahouse nearby, as well as some dream character tourists. The city lay on a peninsula that curved away into the hazy distance. The day was bright and sunny. The view of the bay and city was spectacular.

Last scene: I was in a car with Mum driving (her Toyota Starlet). We were traveling through the streets of a city. The street we were on was narrow and tall buildings overshadowed us on either side. We drove westwards down a narrow street, where I noted that the three liquidambar street trees there still had their autumn leaves, perhaps due to their being in perpetual shadow. We turned into an underground car park. The entrance was blocked by a toll booth, to our annoyance. We had to pay a valet to park the car. We weren’t very happy as this cost a lot and seemed like a scam. Mum reluctantly gave one of the attendants a coin tip; they seemed to be Indonesian. The valet wrapped some wire around one of the tyres to prepare it for parking.

Friday 12/8/2016

2:20 a.m.: I was heading west down South Road; other people were around me. I was near Moorabbin TAFE. Strong wind, clouds and a storm blew up. I began to run homeward. There was washing (bedsheets) hanging out along Tucker Road, so I hurried to take these off the clothesline. I continued home, but my load was heavy and I struggled to move. I passed some house builders along the way.

Wednesday 14/9/2016

2:01 a.m.: I was in a car driving up a steep hill. I toss a bomb into a pit on the left, in a car park. I reach the top and look back eastwards; there is an expansive view of the plains (fields) stretching into the distance. The day is bright and sunny. I notice an old tree on my left and remark upon it.

Tuesday 11/10/2016

3:24 a.m.: I am waiting to cross a road to get to a train station directly opposite. The road leads northwards from Bentleigh. I am facing west. The road is lined with trees on the west side, and the rail line is directly beyond. I begin to cross when there is a lull in traffic, but feel suddenly weak and realize I will not make it across in time before a white car approaching from my right reaches me. I half-collapse onto the verge as the car pulls alongside me, slowing enough to miss me in time. The male driver – a middle-aged, grey-haired, plump, Italian- or Greek-looking man – regards me with both reproof and concern, then drives onwards.

Tuesday 25/10/2016

6:39 p.m.: In a dream last night I got on a train to Frankston (Frankston line); I missed the station I meant to get out at and continued on. There were some dream characters in the carriage with me. Can’t recall the dream clearly, only the subject of it.

Saturday 29/10/2016

3:09 p.m.: I was looking at houses east up the hill along Mawby Road and Corolla Avenue; we were thinking of moving into a house in that area.

Monday 31/10/2016

12:24 p.m.: In my last dream of last night, I was undergoing some sort of brain surgery that involved putting a pick through my eyesocket, rather like the barbaric lobotomy surgery of decades ago. I was understandably distressed as I was undergoing it while sitting upright and awake, though mildly sedated. The pick was driven through the corner of my left eye, and another instrument through my mouth, then the surgeons paused for a break as I began crying with anxiety; the other eye needed to be breached. At that point I woke up!

Tuesday 8/11/2016

6:35 p.m.: A dream of one or two nights ago. I was near the back door of my parents’ home (from the inside). I opened it to rescue my thongs. The wind was very strong and rather alarming. In a later part of the dream, we were driving down Rowans Road (on the way to Southland SC) when we noticed a house on fire. We pulled into the side street where it was, but saw other people had gathered around too.

2017

Tuesday 10/1/2017

6:21 PM: Something about driving or walking eastward up Mawby Road (off Tucker Road nearby) and looking at a house there that lay crossways to the road in front of me; a white weatherboard.

Thursday 12/1/2017

11:56 AM: In the last part of a dream, Mum was in the kitchen and I was looking at her from the dining room. She had colored her hair with rainbow colors, and these changed and glowed in the light when she turned her head; I was admiring the effect.

Friday 10/2/2017

6:49 p.m.: In a dream on Tuesday night, I was walking through Gran’s home but the inside was dark; it seemed to be night. I also felt that the house had not been inhabited in years so it was a little eerie.

Thursday 16/2/2017

2:56 p.m.: One of the last dream scenes of last night – Dad was driving home, north up Tucker Road past the Patterson Road shops; Mum and I were passengers (as usual, in real life). It was late afternoon and the sunlight was golden. On arriving home I said I would like some fried chips to eat for a change, and my parents agreed also. Feeling of the scene was relaxed and pleasant.

Tuesday 21/2/2017

6:19 p.m.: Dreamed of Gran and her house again; details have faded. Dreamed of someone being in orbit, then having to freefall from a space station and one arm was exposed; they would burn this on re-entry.

Monday 27/2/2017

2:34 a.m.: A Metro train is running along the road rather than on rail for some reason; it has been fitted with wheels for that purpose. It is headed south down Tucker Road. It travels very fast along the dip where our home is, but slows for the next hill where the Tucker Road shops are. It is nearly sideswiped by another road-train headed in the same direction.

I was having some sort of heated discussion with Mum; there was physical violence involved.

There was an old man living in the small unit house west behind my parents’. I see him walking up our driveway.

Michele and her family are coming to stay at our house for a while; I find out they are coming earlier than expected and am annoyed.

Sasha our deceased dog is at home, wandering around.

Thursday 2/3/2017

1:54 p.m.: I am wandering around an op shop/charity store (there are some in Bentleigh I visit in real life) looking at various objects. This is one of my repeat dreams.

Saturday 6/5/2017

3:03 p.m.: Have not felt like recording my dreams at all very much. Last night included a scene with some aliens from Kherishdar (a book and art series by M.C.A. Hogarth, an independently-published author). I remember one of the aliens embracing me (they are tall elegant humanoids with feline features). In another dream I was at Gran’s home; she was out somewhere on a bicycle and we were waiting for her to return. I stood in her home’s backyard at one point in the dream.

Tuesday 9/5/2017

5:34 PM: I was looking at a house to stay in; it seemed to be in Ormond. It was a double house joined together, made of red bricks, and the entrance faced west across the street. Late afternoon sunlight shone on it. Some other people were with me (family?). I went through the left door. Inside was a large room filled with many shelves of books, like in a library, most older and on various topics. I walked further eastwards toward the rear of the house and found it joined onto a newsagent. This seemed to be in another place, near the sea? I wandered around, looking at the magazines.

Monday 29/5/2017

In my last dream, I encountered a Greek or Italian lady near my parents’ home. She lived in a house on the same block a few numbers north of us (there are around 3 or 4 Italian or Greek families living there in reality; they were there for decades). I had a conversation with her; something about where we lived and how long for?

In an earlier dream, something about characters from one of M.C.A. Hogarth’s novels; her characters from the Pelted universe.

Monday 17/7/2017

4:03 p.m.: In one dream I was looking at a Google Maps view of Elwood Canal and Elster Creek, and following it eastwards (away from Port Phillip Bay) to see where it went. At one point inland I zoomed in and dropped into Street View of a random suburb somewhere near Mt Dandenong; there were trees and suburban houses and streets there. I then was there for real and walked around a bit; I think I have been here before in other dreams.

Wednesday 26/7/2017

5:49 p.m.: Last night’s dream that I recall was based on Jack Vance’s Planet of Adventurebooks. In this I was at a grassy oval, looking for a spaceship to try to escape where I was. I was trying to avoid some other people or creatures there.

Tuesday 17/10/2017

I am walking eastwards through a sports oval; combination of the King George VI memorial reserve and the school oval (EE Gunn Reserve) at Ormond. I have been through this area in previous dreams. I enter a building that has a rear hall like the Bentleigh Baptist Church. There is a childminding facility there. I see Michele standing in a corridor; she is working there. A young girl child attracts my attention and takes my hand, leading me away to look at something. Surprisingly I don’t feel that uncomfortable (as I tend to be around children, whom I am unfamiliar with). She has long blond hair.

Friday 1/12/2017

5:56 p.m.: Yesterday evening I dreamt I was standing on the back porch of Gran’s home, with some other relatives (Gran, parents, others). Grandpa came up behind me and hugged me. I was shy of him (as I was in real life) and tensed up a bit. I woke up rather upset as I barely knew him (he died in 1982, when I was 11 years) and had not been as close to him as I was with Gran; I was always reticent with him, so I regret being like that and not getting to know him better.

/2020

2018

Friday 9/2/2018

3:44 a.m.: I am stealing a horse, a big black racehorse, from a wealthy property near the sea. The property is initially somewhere near Inverloch. I ride bareback. I bypass a couple of fences around the field where the horse was, then I am riding on some suburban streets; these feel like the backstreets around Brighton, a wealthy suburb near Port Phillip Bay in Melbourne. I am also in my own suburb, on Lespray Avenue eastward from my parents’ home. A group of runners rounds the corner from Pollina Street. A woman in the group sees me, gives chase, the group of people catch up to me. I waken at that moment.

Monday 12/2/2018

I am in Bentleigh Safeway. Power goes off; it is dark. Mum is there also, but elsewhere in the building.

Later, I look up to see a huge wave approaching from the west – I am also in the kitchen at home and see the wave looking westwards through the window. Too late to do anything but hold on as waves sweep in through the kitchen, then recede. Later, land scoured, nothing but mud. I am with a man, then some others. Making plans as to how we will survive.

Solar lights. Am walking around neighbourhood, seeing who has these.

Sunday 18/2/2018

4:00 PM: In a dream early this morning, I am at a beach, looking westwards out over Port Phillip Bay. There is a prominent headland jutting out from my left. Some other people are with me (family?). The water is turquoise-blue and calm. I wade out a little way. I manage to fall over and get myself soaked, but say I don’t mind as I will be washing those clothes anyway.

/2020

2019

Thursday 3/1/2019

I am in a car; Dad is driving past my old school (Kilvington). A large building of classrooms built in the 1990s is being demolished to make room for a new construction. I comment on what a waste building the first was and sarcastically remark about the school spending its taxpayer funding.

Saturday 5/1/2019

I come home, walk down our driveway, and see two familiar stray cats (in real life, a black-and-white one, and a long-haired grey that lurk around my parents’ home occasionally), along with 6 or 7 kittens.

Monday 21/1/2019

A disturbing dream focused on my weight and health. I was running away and trying to hide in the streets around my parents’ home from various family members, who were all hunting for me. Had a strong feeling of discomfort and unease within the dream, and I woke up feeling very unsettled.

Saturday 9/2/2019

3:13 a.m.: I was visiting science fiction author C. J. Cherryh’s home, here somewhere south along our coast, with my parents. (In reality she lives in Spokane, Washington.) Her house renovations were done by her and wife Jane (detailed on her real-life blog), not very well – plastered walls were uneven. They had a nice decoration of gradient colors, greens to blues. I had a look around their home. There was a 3-level study, very cluttered with books and artefacts; I felt envious and wished I had my own similar study. A tour bus parked outside, and we boarded this to go home.

Sunday 10/2/2019

I am lying in bed; seems to be in a strange house, perhaps in Mum’s old bedroom in Gran’s home. I wake up sometime in the evening to see Michele standing at the foot of my bed. She is much younger; seems to be when we we were teenagers as she looks much fresher. She asks me if we want to go out; I do and get up. She says she wants a snack; I suggest getting one at a 7/11.

Monday 26/2/2019

I awaken from hibernation (as in Karl Schroeder’s Lockstep novel). I walk down South Road on its south side footpath to Moorabbin shopping centre. I enter a fruit/produce store to try to find out the date. I find out that it is 5 November 1988 – not the time I expected as l have somehow time-traveled. Gran is there and I talk to her about my situation.

Saturday 3/3/2019

Flooding from street fills front- and backyard of parents’ home. Extends inside, including my bedroom. I am then in Hughesdale (?) with Michele and Chris (on Poath Rd; I go there enroute to Chadstone in reality). I visit a 2nd-hand bookshop there that is in a basement.

Monday 8/4/2019

In a dream this morning, a raven took a dislike to Dad when we were driving to Southland and dived to attack him after he got out of the car to see where the raven was (in a backyard near the Rowans Rd-Wickhams Rd intersection).

Monday 15/4/2019

Sunday 5/5/2019

In my last dream of last night, I was walking down Tucker Road, southward toward home. I saw what looked like a waterspout forming in a storm in the western sky, and said to my sister Michele that we better hurry. I was carrying my new bike slung across my back; it was very light.

Friday 24/5/2019

I was with someone, a female dream character. We were out traveling on a day trip. Walking along a main road, we went inside a cafe for a coffee. The DC paid, but then saw the female barista was just using instant coffee from a tin, not via a coffee machine, and we walked out in disgust without getting a refund. We continued northwards along the street, looking for another cafe. We passed one that was full and busy. The road seemed to be in a semi-rural neighborhood, surrounded by a forest on either side.

Saturday 22/6/2019

Had a dream last night where Craig Drummond, Heather’s husband, was talking to me at some gathering and asking me about various things; I mentioned I had never had a boyfriend and he put an arm around me to comfort me (in a non-threatening way). In real life I have not seen Heather for a few years, and Craig even longer.

Tuesday 24/9/2019

A dream of last night: I was to be put into hibernation for a space voyage. I had to go buy my own sarcophagus from a newsagent! It was a colourful painted coffin, a lightweight one that I could carry. The dream character tried to sedate me after inserting an IV tube, but I became distressed upon feeling how cold I would become – using liquid nitrogen to chill me – and jumped up and ran from the table.

I had watched some of a Four Corners documentary about the funeral industry the previous night, so this is probably where the coffin imagery came from. The sedation is likely another memory of my being given general anesthesia before my two surgeries in 2008 and 2009.

In an earlier dream I was searching for some old school classmates, I think? Walking around my neighborhood. I did not write the details down, so I can’t recall it very well, only a feeling of yearning.

Wednesday 2/10/2019

I am in the backyard of my parents’ home (where I live). I see dark clouds in the east and realise a storm is coming. I race to take down the washing hanging on the clothesline; I feel slow and sluggish. I only just make it inside before the rain front hits, but then see the front door is open and water is flooding through the house, including my bedroom, where water streams from the ceiling.

Having water in the house – and, in particular, leaking copiously through the ceiling of my bedroom – seems to be a recurring scene, though such flooding has never yet happened in real life. I am dubious as to whether dreams have any meaning – I am more inclined to think they are random processing of images by one’s brain while asleep – but this imagery could perhaps symbolize some sort of insecurity? I do have a fear of becoming homeless (not unfounded), so the flooding of my bedroom – my refuge from the world – symbolizes the tenuousness of my real-life situation.

Saturday 19/10/2019

I am in the backyard with Dad. We look up in the sky to see an F-16 jet tumbling around in an aerial display. Earlier in the dream, I go out in the backyard before sunrise and see 3 rainbows in the dark cloudy sky, lit by the rising sun.

Thursday 31/10/2019

I climb out of a 2-storey window. I am the U.S. President and am playing truant. A man with a moustache looks up at me in surprise; I press a conspiratorial finger against my lips. I drop to the ground, but am now in an indoor waiting room lobby and look up to see a pair of my underwear has been caught on a protrusion. I jump but can’t reach high enough to free them. Others in the room try to help me.

Earlier, I am on horseback, riding through some pine tree woods with a group. I urge my horse into a gallop to get away from them.

Sunday 8/12/2019

I am on a passenger jet. We are on the ground, taxiing to take off. Jet moves at a brisk pace along some back roads. However the pilot now seems lost; a car comes toward us and has to pull over to let us pass; then a big group of schoolgirls holding banners, out for their school sports day. The road is now in a park or forest, surrounded by a wall.

Wednesday 18/12/2019

I am at home. I walk away and decide to keep walking without returning or telling my parents. I go east, away from Bentleigh and up Centre Road. A few years seem to pass. I return and see Michele outside Bentleigh Woolworths. She tells me Dad has moved to Glenvale and Mum is in some mental health care facility. I awaken at 8:45 pm feeling unsettled.

2020

Sunday 10/5/2020/2020

I am in the city. I see a tsunami flood approaching from the west (Port Phillip Bay); begin running up a wide hilly road with a crowd of other people. I take shelter in a building, but the flood keeps rising and surrounds the building, surging past the windows – I am in an office foyer. The building is familiar; I have visited it in previous dreams. In the last scene, before I awakened around 3:15 a.m., I am handed a telegram with the message “Dior Brookes has died.”

Saturday 6/5/2020

Dream of last night: I am at a cove in the Inverloch area, in real life a cove adjacent to the Eagle’s Nest rock formation where we used to visit. (Google Maps) It is surrounded by a high cliff and to get to the enclosed beach a steep set of stairs must be descended. On doing so I decide to go for a swim and dive into the clear turquoise and green water, and it is pleasantly warm. I glide through the water.

Friday 3/7/2020

Evening: dream of Gran; seemed to be my birthday. She and others of family were there, even Grandpa. Seemed to be at Inverloch; but also a place with embankments surrounded by water. Gran hugged me. She was going to buy me some sort of meal as a treat.

Saturday 1/8/2020

11:05 pm – evening dream: I am in a shopping centre. I start bleeding from my lungs and collapse. I come to partial awareness with people surrounding me and I breathe with difficulty; I seem to be intubated and on an operating table. I then awaken.

Earlier in the week: a white cat with cobalt-blue eyes appeared in a dream. When it opened its mouth, the inside was blue also.

Saturday 24/10/2020

Evening dream: am at local shops (up Tucker Rd. from our house). Mum is waiting in line for a haircut (used to be a hairdresser there in reality). I start to walk home, then see my cousin Heather. I go with her to her house on Patterson Rd (does not live there in reality). There are some wet towels in her bathroom. I suggest she hang them outside, but we end up putting them in her washing machine.

Earlier, I turn on my computer at night after remembering that I have some digital photos from a high-altitude flight I took on an SR-71 Blackbird.

15/11/2020

Dreams last night featured my cousin Heather, at the house she lived in during the early 1990s (SE of Melbourne; can’t recall the suburb, but a newer one then with curving streets and cul-de-sacs). Not sure what we were doing; just hanging out.

2021

Tuesday 5/1/2021

I am on a small tropical island. It is sunset and the light is dim. There is an ominous rumbling on the western horizon and I can see that a hurricane is approaching. I run to the beach on the east side to seek a cave to shelter in. Others are there, including a group of teenage girls.

At this point in the dream I am semi-lucid and decide to confront one of these dream characters to find out who she is, this one a heavyset teenage girl with a plain face. I grab the dream character by her shoulders and shake her a little. She stares at me rather blankly as I keep asking her, “Who are you? Why are you in my dream?” (or words to that effect). She becomes hostile, as do the other DCS (also teen girls). They surround me and hit me a bit. I let the girl go.

These DCs are not based on any real-world people whom I know; they are like anonymous background scene actors in a movie. Confronting one was a deliberate dream decision, but I did not get any revealing answers.

Wednesday 17/3/2021

Wednesday 9:49 pm: just awoke from it. Was with Mum in her Starlet car; she was driving. We drove west down South Rd to Beach Rd, turned right. I said I wished I could ride my bike on that route again. It was early morning and the sky was shades of pastel blues, pinks and lavender. Mum drove too near an unfenced steep embankment and went over the edge. She braked hard but could not stop. She managed to steer to a halt along the shore. We got out, shaken by the near-disaster. A man at a petrol station invited us to sit down to recover; I said we would need to call a tow truck to pull us up the steep slope.

Sunday 6/6/2021

Sunday 2:21 am: Just awoke from it. I was at the corner shops and saw a girl who looked like Joanna Stanway – then I saw Joanna herself along with Lee-Anne Henry, Andrea Crabtree and a couple of others. Joanna introduced her daughter, then we stood there talking and catching up.

Saturday 20/11/2021

Dream scene from yesterday evening: I was riding my bicycle down Centre Road towards Bentleigh, down the steep hill between Tucker and Jasper Roads, but it was night. I was travelling quite fast and could barely see where I was going.

Sunday 12/12/2021

From yesterday evening. I was on the coast around Port Phillip Bay, to the west of the City, but it was also the bay at Inverloch. I decided to run all the way along the coastline beaches back home. Initially I splashed through a nice shallow tropical lagoon, surrounded by palm trees and turquoise in color. Then along roads, and I ended up somewhere along Brighton Beach, with many other people walking along.

2022

Tuesday 11/10/2022

About the current Russian Special Military Operation in Ukraine, which has been predominantly preoccupying me. I was with President Putin – both as a separate presence and looking through his eyes – and his advisors and military generals. The dream was quite detailed, but has inevitably faded; these are just some impressions as best as I can remember.

We are being shown around in a city in one of the liberated regions; unidentified in the dream, but a major city that is damaged by the fighting and still a war zone. The conflict is escalating.

There are signs that the enemy is up to something – I see armored soldiers and some sort of long-legged robots marching. Scenes of a city war zone. President Putin is on some sort of guided tour to ascertain the current situation from the ground. There are indications via Intelligence assets that the Americans seem to be planning something.

The day is bright and sunny. Putin looks northward out over where the city used to be – now a vast smoking crater carved out by an unknown American super weapon laser from orbit; a demonstration of its power. A truck drives over the edge of the crater and tumbles down. He must retaliate somehow but is stunned and indecisive. A nuclear strike seems to be the only option. Putin retreats to a room in a bombed-out building with a few advisors, stunned and uncertain of how to proceed.

A scene of Russian armoured soldiers boarding a military transport aircraft along with some civilians; they are singing some patriotic song to lift morale.

Last scene: A still-devastated Putin walks into a crowded dining room to meet US officials who can barely contain their glee. I then awaken.

2023

Journal entries: 10/1; 13/1; 18/1; 29/3; 2/5; 20/5; 6/6; 29/7; 3/8; 7/10; 16/10; 21/11; 26/11; 28/12

2024

Journal entries: 18/2; 19/2; 24/2; 14/3; 18/3; 8/4; 12/4; 6/5; 11/5; 22/5; 26/6; 27/6; 29/6; 5/7

Tuesday 13/8/2024

Saturday 17/8/2024

I was with my cousin Heather and her family; can’t recall details now. Later on I sat in the cabin of a big truck, driving up a mountain along a perilous winding road through a forest.

Tuesday 3/10/2024

I was looking for a long-sleeved top for Mum. Crossed the road at the main intersection of Tucker and Centre Roads. Looked at the local Woolworth’s car park; saw Gran walking there, old but still sprightly. She looked back at me; she was missing her left eye (a sort of whitish ghost of it remained in the socket). I thought of the Norse god Odin when I awoke immediately after, and that perhaps this was some sign from him.

2025

Journal entries: 30/10; 31/10

Monday 12/5/2025

An early evening dream. I found myself back at home in the 1980s; realized I had travelled back in time. Folded some of Dad’s shirts on the dining room table. Began to write in a paper diary I found. A feeling of urgency.

Monday 15/5/2025

I was at a train station in Cheltenham, waiting for a train to pass over the level crossing intersecting the main road there. It approached from the left but suddenly stopped. Someone said a car has hit the train further back. A transition to where I walk through a shopping centre, a place of maze-like halls and corridors that has appeared in previous dreams, so it is a familiar dream-place, an amalgamation of real-life places (Melbourne CBD laneways, and Southland and Chadstone SCs). Later, I am at home I look out the kitchen window and see it is raining heavily; the back yard is flooded. I then wake up around 8:30 p.m.. Feel a bit disturbed by the atmosphere or feel of the dream.

Monday 17/11/2025

Dreamed in the evening.

2026

1/2/2026

Dad appeared briefly in a dream scene, wearing white trousers and a long sleeve shirt. He was standing in front of some trees; the edge of a forest.

4/2/2026

9 p.m.: I was at home; fire surrounded the outside of the house. I looked outside – some flames on the north side, smoke in the air. Then morning sun on the backyard – it had been dug up and was being remodeled, so mud and dirt everywhere.

Before that: I was at the South Road/Rowans Road intersection on the south side, waiting for the lights to change. A steep hill behind me. This is a recurring scene.

9/2/2026

I was at Chadstone SC, walking around the labyrinth of shops and corridors. Passed near MUJI. Somehow I ended up wearing only my underwear while running around looking for something.

10/2/2026

Was driving south down Jasper Road (as a passenger in a car with my parents). I saw three horses in a corral on the right, one a chestnut foal with long fur on its back like that of a cheetah cub’s that was running around excitedly. I looked briefly in the open doors of a corner shop. I was then at a sports oval surrounded by a walking track and liquidambar trees. Some horses were there again. I noticed a grave and headstone next to the track when I was leaving.

23/2/2026

An episode that seemed similar to sleep paralysis last night, and a repeated dream (previous mention: 26/1/2016 entry): An animal wants to jump up on my bed and sit there on top of me, and it does. This resolves into a cat doing so – a real-life memory of my parents’s cat Tikky, who used to do this occasionally when I was a child. The sensation of an animal moving around and sitting on me is quite realistic! I felt a bit uneasy, but the dream was overall not disturbing.

5/3/2026

I was at Greg Lehey’s house. Felt that I was not supposed to be there; was wandering around trying to evade detection.

Thursday, 5 March 2026 at 3:05:40 pm