Morning of April 12, 1997. Saturday.
It starts as a strange scene where I over-water some plants over time. A giant "mushroom" grows underground during this time, yet it is actually a rare sort of giant, poisonous jellyfish (that is a land-dweller) that eventually walks around on land. I decide to keep it in a large aquarium at first. It is almost like reviving an extinct or prehistoric species that has the potential to dominate the land in some ways.
I notice that it has a lot of small quills, a bit like a porcupine. A man visits us and it is his profession to find and eliminate these creatures - I think the last one was seen during the 1600s. I stop him from doing any harm. This is the point at which it had not grown legs yet. Mostly, I remain in safe areas, while I let it walk around. There is no major drama regarding such an unusual "monster concept" or story. I wake during the time of hearing it walk about in a building.
A second dream involves my wife and I going fishing. The immediate area is much like a place I fished at in real life, but is transferred into an office building. Two men laugh at the idea of us being able to catch any fish there. The water is very shallow and there is a small culvert coming out from one wall. Over time, though, more and more larger fish are in the area inside the building and the men have stopped mocking us and actually look worried now.
There is a third dream of an airplane crash with my wife and I being the only survivors.
The main longer dream from this date is very "distant" in some ways but recurring. It is based on walking down an older dirt road through a deep woods (not sure of exact location - I suppose it reminds me of Wisconsin). The area somehow seems very familiar. I am on my own yet I am also aware of a female (wife?) walking on her own elsewhere. There is a point at which the road (going north from directly south) turns at a nearly square angle to go directly to the east. There is a slight understanding that it was or is going to be used for some sort of industry - or as a road for vehicles such as dump trucks, bulldozers and so on. I believe there is another more open area (but still in the woods) that turns off towards the north (from the easterly path) where there is a smaller (one-lane, if assuming for cars or trucks) bridge over a river. Now and then there is a tree across the path but I get through it, sometimes wondering what would happen when the trucks try to come through - it also seems a bit difficult to relate how a car or truck could turn sharply at a ninety degree turn. There are shallow pools of water in some areas, mostly near where trees had fallen, no overly muddy areas.
This is slightly similar to another highly recurring theme, but not exactly the same, where I go into a very nostalgic and seemingly great "remembered" (fictional, I think) area from a main road, going in at about 22 degrees (or probably about half of 45 degrees, which is half of the square right angle of 90) and ending up in a very "ancient" location or special place that no one else knows about (other than in cases where I show friends the area). Going in at about 22 degrees offset from the main road or highway, I am aware of how I am going farther and farther from the populace which feels more and more "right" and comforting - it is like a place of healing, I think, although sometimes I am vaguely aware that there are bears, panthers, or wild hogs in a nearby area (sometimes seeing trees that had been clawed by bears) - but no present threat. Sometimes the area is slightly muddy or with higher pools of water (at the entrance only) - and sometimes I am showing friends this special place with an enhanced fondness. I have had hundreds of similar dreams, where I am somehow the only one who knows about a fairly visible entrance to a special area right off from a main road. It is a forest that is seemingly much bigger on the "inside" (within the forest) than on the outside.
