Morning of July 13, 1974. Saturday

This is a childhood dream that recurred a couple of times in very slightly different ways relative to timing, mostly.

Most of my dream takes place in my father's original music room much as it appeared in real life, but on a dresser along the east wall sits a large green stuffed bunny (I never had a stuffed bunny as such in real life). Over time, I seem to understand that the stuffed toy works as a "traffic light" and turns different colors (seemingly related to my own moods and expectations).

Sometimes, when I feel a bit uneasy, it turns yellow. Later on, an earthquake occurs and parts of the ceiling (as well as larger bits of concrete - which were not part of our ceiling in real life) start falling. The "last thing I see" (before I "escape" from my dream - I would not call it a nightmare as the emotions were not that strong) is that the stuffed bunny is now turning red (for the first time in my dream). It is similar to a dream where an elephant is spraying lava (which also featured "falling rocks" blocking out my perspective) - it means "the end of everything". As I wake, I watch the falling materials before my eyes, and beyond, sits the red stuffed bunny.

After my dream, my father told my mother and I that he was thinking of closing down the rabbit farm - and he did take down two sections of the building (but not any part of our house) and a few pieces of concrete sat around the now open areas for some time.