Morning of October 24, 2013. Thursday.
This dream starts out where I and at least three others including my wife are in my old apartment on King Street. The ages are not right (my wife would be about eight years younger by comparison) as we are all seemingly around eighteen, but become younger in later scenes. Firstly the room we are in is an alternate universe that is embedded within this one. There is some sort of setup where if a normal human being is in the area, it changes back into how the room should look to them, including all the various possessions we have then going into an invisible, phased state. It only becomes as it is now (automatically) when one of us wants to rest or stay there for a time. At least one of the others is Eddie K, a Christian-Slater-like tulpa from dreams from many years back (one of the only other males in dreams that ever had special abilities), and an unknown female (named Pearl).
Around this time, there is also activity in another room - apparently somewhat normal people but those who know of us - but who are a bit mixed up, “challenged”, and “slow” and not a threat of any kind (one may be based on the pinhead I knew in real life at that time). There is something about seeing my family name in the newspaper. I go to show the newspaper to a normal human female for some reason and the pinhead accidentally moves his arm around and knocks it out of my hand because he wants to mostly only live his life as a dog(?) but also sometimes mutters gibberish and gets very angry when people read newspapers. I get sort of angry at him (not intense) and when I gather the pages together I see that the newspaper print is mostly all misaligned all over the page with words and sentences flowing into other words. It seems then to be in the future even though we are much younger. Humans (and human society) have reached such a state of “decay” that newspapers are mostly made up of only erroneous lines of text that move at various lesser angles over nearby sentences, but which reveal clusters of print that only we can read in a beneficial way. This apparently is caused by the paper going through the printers incorrectly, such as at angles or with localized folds. In other words, we are moving into a sort of natural entropy regarding the human race and almost all of their inventions and activity.
I get somewhat annoyed (especially at the “dog person”) and make the choice that we will not associate with humans anymore, as it seems to serve no purpose. All they do is meander around, entertain themselves with almost anything, much of it destructive to the body and mind, and cause trouble with invented stories about people they do not like. Eddie seems to agree and we eventually all agree and go back to the “pocket universe” for a time until the property owner returns. From this point my wife and I are intimate for what seems a long time, but on a sofa aligned south to north (our heads to the south). The television is on but it seems like mostly random pieces of different newscasts and short scenes of people in violent confrontations and yelling gibberish. Later, it seems we decide to go out and enjoy the night air. I have several pairs of shoes at that location, most extremely expensive, but the first pair I put on are from a cheap local store. Even though they are brand new, the outer plastic-like thin layer of the shoe on top and around the toes cracks and flakes off like old paint within seconds, with me deciding to peel off the larger pieces. Eddie smiles and asks me why I would attempt to wear modern human-made shoes when they only last for about thirty seconds when first worn. I am soon wearing shoes that are somewhat like fancy tennis shoes, but which also have hiking boot properties.
We go downstairs and see that the property owners (who live in the same building) have their door open but are not near the vestibule. We go out and it seems late at night, possibly near midnight. As we walk down the street, I remember all the hundreds of dreams where I was on my own and enjoying the beautiful evening while flying swiftly (about ten to twenty feet at various times) over the streets, staying mostly directly above the street itself to avoid the trees and higher buildings on each side (but still able to fly up and beyond when I wished to). These dreams of flying, which have recurred throughout my life, have always felt like the most enjoyable, peaceful scenes, and I am often wrapped in a cloak or use it to maneuver (somewhat like a bat but not with flapping, just gliding). It is how I often travel, often on my own, but sometimes with others. Often, there are no other people or cars anywhere. It is timeless and perfect.
My wife and I begin to float and walk at the same time, walking up invisible “steps” (recurring) and then flying in a face down position for a time, lightly holding hands, and like two people steering the same vessel. It is blissful, like a frozen moment in the so-called dead of night.
Eventually, there are more of us, about six or seven. We land and walk through a common type of building in my dreams, which is somewhat like a very large empty garage, sometimes with small and sparse factory areas or commercial auto-repair features and sometimes in rarer cases, seemingly a storage area for older appliances or restaurant equipment (which is often between two larger buildings). We are now only about sixteen years old or younger, although I think the ages are now more varied. It seems that I am the oldest of the group now. (I guess we can change our ages at will.)
As we near the opening of the “garage” to the east, which has a column through the middle of the entryway, there are a few people around, most of them late-shift workers and about three police officers. One says my first name in a very friendly but respectful way. I guess there is a curfew and we are too young to be out at night. “Don’t you read the newspapers?” says another officer. “This is a dangerous place to be, especially so late at night”. Apparently there are several criminals that go around attacking people at this time, but we had not seen anyone else until then.
“We’ll just be on our way,” I say somewhat defiantly as we all keep walking, but they seem reluctant to let us into the more open area of the city and tell us that we should go home. The town is called “Pittsville” - which I only found out was a real name tonight (and in fact, is even supposedly the geographic center of Wisconsin) - as the name was used for years as a slang name for any town that was “boring” to live in (a play on a place being “the pitts”). La Crosse and other towns were called “Pittsville” in real life when there were no “exciting” events going on.
“We’ll be fine,” I say, “I have a weapon, a wristwatch that uses satellites to focus lasers and which can destroy anything in any area.” One man wants to see it in operation and I ponder that there may be trouble if the local government realizes what we can do, though it does not seem a direct concern. I still pull back my sleeve to expose the device which is about twice the size of a normal wristwatch. The man who wanted to see it in operation tells me to destroy a very large old tree (possibly based on the Tree of Knowledge from Florida when I was young) including the large roots. I tell him that people would be angry and that I should focus on a better test target, which, oddly enough, may be one palm tree in a row of palm trees (there being no palm trees as such in the area of Wisconsin we are supposedly in). There also seems to be other plants in the area, almost prehistoric in their appearance, like ancient forms of palmetto or some such.
I adjust the small dials on the device which works by showing a real satellite view of the entire area with a superimposed grid and it is easy to move a small cross-hairs icon over the lines, operating somewhat like an Etch-a-Sketch. Soon, I push a small button when the cross-hairs are over the tree in the satellite view and a bright laser comes from somewhere, but seemingly up from the ground instead of down from the sky. However, it is some sort of targeting beacon of which there are thousands hidden all over the world at near ground-level for extra precision. A larger laser comes straight down from the sky and destroys the larger palm tree. From there, we walk about freely as people back away from us.
