Morning of September 15, 1990. Saturday.
This first section replays a real-life event almost exactly, but with completely different implications. It then integrates more facets of the "paranormal" path regarding my eventual marriage to my twin flame. It has that same "feel" of a style of dreaming I often had regarding the "main plot" of my life since earliest memory until we made contact in real life.
I am on Third Street in La Crosse and there are many other people walking about in all directions although the automobile traffic is low. Just beyond the people walking aside from my perspective I see a man in a wheelchair (the effect being almost like entering a forest clearing). He is throwing his head about to get someone's attention but no one seems to notice. Apparently, someone else had helped him or he would not have been there in the middle of the sidewalk in the first place. He reminds me a little of a younger version of Stephen Hawking.
I decide to help him since no one else seems to be interested. I get behind the wheelchair and he throws his left arm about with his hand out and partially pointing, just long enough to establish the direction he wants to go, which is the street perpendicular to where we are and not that far away. I go to the intersection (the one I had already come from), then turn and push for several minutes. As I am walking down the other street, he puts on the breaks of the wheelchair (or stops it somehow, at least) with such a force that I almost go flying forward. He then starts waving his left arm again, indicating that we were over half-a-block past his intended destination on the opposite side of that street which he had not indicated until that moment.
Finally, we seemingly end up where he wants to be. He is incapable of speaking, it seems, but he seems okay. I decide to leave him there and ask him if he is okay but there is no response and I am almost running late for an important interview. As I am reaching halfway down the street, I look back and see him throwing his head to the left and bashing his wheelchair against a closed door to a less commercial business or office (a plane type solid and hard wooden door that is smooth to the brick wall and opens from the outside) in about a forty-five degree arc and again, no one is helping him. I am sort of concerned but bump into a couple people because I am not looking ahead to where I am actually walking. I did not know the man and I never saw him again. I felt slightly guilty even though there were many other people around who did nothing.
In my dream, there is my eventual arrival, first from Fourth Street, then to State Street to the post office but I am not sure why. There is a (fictional) album cover of music that is supposedly something I had been considering the making of. It is an unusual image of a tower that is vaguely reminiscent of the Leaning Tower of Pisa but standing straight in a barren field with no other buildings or land features, though the design is quite different and the colors are of mostly shades of red with about fifty percent black. Somehow it is like a composite of an implied part of the post office and the remnants of the castle from the "soul mate battle" (the last time the "other" appeared more realistically in a dream; she was likely in a wheelchair from her fall from the turret) though it does not share any prominent features of either. Somehow, though there is one perspective in the background that I am "in" the distant future (relating to the album cover more-so, though). The supposed distant future was implied only by the look of the tower, which, secondarily to the main concepts in my dream, appeared to be some kind of marker regarding a "wheelchair" race.
For the first time in a long time, the "other" (Susan R) appears in a clearer form (she always reminded me just a little of a young Donna Douglas). However, she is in a wheelchair and tells me that my real partner is available now and I will "see her soon" (this was followed by a precognitive dream that was so clear, precise, and accurate - it was like icing on the cake - though in all honesty, there were many others as such during this time). The main part of her message was, that there is an implication that I will not be "running away" from my past and my regret/guilt of leaving the "other" - but "running to" the "mystery girl" (implying that is what the majority of people would do when confronted with the supposed paranormal - that is, "run away"). I will be living in Australia ("running to" Australia rather than "running away from" La Crosse). To repeat an older writing in an older entry (more simplified and somewhat lacking in its summary and detail - originally posted the first time in 2008), this was written as "A few years later, I seemed to be in the distant future and the 'other' was there. There was some sort of message that said that I 'was not running away (from anything)' but 'running to something' (my 'new partner')", the entry of which is still presently in my online journal. The wording of this was heard in real life many years later (on a television show - forgot which) regarding a different scenario.
This dream was verifying that the "other" was no longer a viable choice for me (a crude play on "disabled" - but still accurate) and that my true partner (established from age seven on my part) was just "on the horizon" (and, interestingly, from both the Arcadia and La Crosse post offices as even always patterned in the vertical continuity of my full name - "Hug PO Virgo"). This proved to be true - and again - had the same feeling as all previous revelatory dreams of this nature.
The tower in this case is likely the truth of dream prophecy towering over the otherwise vestigial and somewhat barren nature of the dreams of "every man". Although I am not a Jehovah's Witness by any stretch of the imagination, I think there may be some basic "watchtower" (regarding the truth of precognition) play here.
The very purpose of dreaming is to reveal the unknown when the barriers on the fixed conscious are brought down (as well as leading you to your perfect mate or at least highest potential if only basically survival-based). Dreaming about the "already known" or "already experienced" (unless integrating with some sort of unfolding "lesson" even with crudely or selfishly unacknowledged remote viewing, precognition, or some other supposedly "impossible" yet common event) is pointless and not what dreams are for (except when remaining a mundane and uninspiring vestigial function). Although really, dreaming of what has only been experienced or known is such a naïve idea, it is hard to believe anyone could hold that concept.
One's life path is similar to how the universe itself works, but based on a cycle of personal will, foresight (intuition), fractal clusters that are already forming patterns of versions of the future (as with everything in existence, from plants to clouds) even in very precise patterns regarding imagery, "hidden" layers of continuity through various dimensions, and synthesis.
Regarding my dream parallel relative to the first section - I should not feel guilty for not limiting myself to "staying with every man" who cannot seem to "open the door on his own", but move on into "unknown territory" (the higher truths) to find my true destiny. Even so, I will then be "invisible" in a way, but happily so. It is simply a repercussion of being an "outlier" in the world of "normal" people.
