Morning of September 17, 1988. Saturday.

Not as pleasant as it sounds, this was a long meandering dream which became fairly uncomfortable by the end (in the sense of in-dream boredom and physical tiredness).

I own a small yellow submarine and go on an excursion in the Black River region of the Mississippi River. I am very cramped in the machine. The submarine is smaller than a Volkswagen. Later on, it seems to be too small to even be inside it, and in fact, I seem to swim or move along the outside of it in a somewhat frustrating way. (This is similar to all of the many car dreams where I could not sit down inside a car because I could not fit in it - one of my most common recurring dream themes, in fact.)

The area near the river bottom also seems a bit more like the ocean depths at times, but with a sort of artificial appearance. I do not go near the surface at any time. I feel very annoyed at most points. There are not that many fish or things to look at at the time, either. It does look a bit like the Beatles animated version in form.

I believe this is a play on the fake charges made against me in Vernon County (false charges were common at the time, to keep their jail at a "quota" or some such) - I had to plead "no contest" (meaning "guilty") for a false "fishing without a license" charge, which was fabricated by the authorities, and even the judge was a known crook who stole someone's property through a supposed "loophole". It comes from the fact that other people arrested (one male for "stealing" his own car, for some sort of report mix-up by a girlfriend) had a song they sang to the tune of "Yellow Submarine", which was "We all live in the Vernon County Jail", etc. That experience taught me a lot about the bizarre level of corruption in authority and how they do anything they want. Ironic that the ignorant public believes you have to actually do something wrong to be documented within any agency or department with more falsified records. Amazing, really; happens in both the USA and Australia and probably everywhere else. My brother-in-law helped me a bit in this, as he knew about the high level of corruption, but I still had to plead guilty for something that did not happen - taught me a lot about how things really "work", and all through this, I was as passive as possible as I usually am, because I know how the wrongful dominant culture thinks and acts.