Morning of May 7, 2014. Wednesday.

I seem to be at a funeral, but I am not sure who has died. It is in a harsh winter landscape at this point. There are only two other people present and they are dressed formally in 1940s attire in black (they may be older versions of my wife and I and it is also possible they are even looking at or towards their “own” tombstones). The three of us are standing on the wayside of the main road (Oak Street, across from the railroad tracks) rather than being within the fairly dense woods where the funeral has apparently taken place (relative solely to my dream’s likely back story). This does not make that much sense, as how could there be larger trees growing so close around grave sites (in reality it is not quite so dense). Also, it is no longer used in reality (being the La Crosse Civil War Memorial Campbell Cemetery). It is coincidentally at 2200 Oak Street (number twenty-two always having significant or unusual layered connections since earliest memory). There are actually mortars in the area, but are part of the decor. There is no seeming threat at this point, though there are a few “blasts” of heavy snow in a sort of sparsely occurring blizzard.

There are two old-fashioned cars along the road, parked lengthwise. One is the car that crashed from “Fear No Evil” (the 1969 made for television movie that had an iconic subliminal influence on my life’s path, though things had already been set in motion before then) and the other is quite similar to it, “my” 1922 red Ford Phaeton, another iconic lifelong personal symbol.

The other two people are facing the forest and a strong wind blows snow across their backs from head to toe. They do not move even though they are starting to be covered in at least one light layer of snow. Another male comes along from our right. He mostly only acknowledges me and ignores the other two. He seems like a random unknown character that just happened to be in the area but somehow seems to know about me (and my “special abilities”?) and wants to go for a ride somewhere. He wants to ride in a different car than either of the two in the area.

Somehow, I become semi-lucid, but in an unusual, yet fairly common way for me, where I “know” things (even “previous dream-world history”) and how things “work” (by the power of thought), but not in a way in which I fully understand I am dreaming. I “call” another car to the location, which is a red 1958 Plymouth Fury (as a boy, I stupidly called it a “Ply-mouth” - “ply” rhyming with “cry” in evenly stressed pronunciation, because I never heard anyone actually say the name until later on in a television commercial - first only reading of it in an old magazine at a very early age). The car arrives looking like new and, interestingly, I am able to easily get inside the car instead of it being too small (common recurring dream situation). The other man is happy about the car and our potential “joyride” to come.

I drive fairly fast (not carelessly) over the various back roads and hilly areas. The movie “Christine” (1983) does not come to mind at any point, which is usually the case when this car appears in my dreams. Eventually, I seem to end up on the carport in Cubitis (which means I would have had to impossibly drive from Wisconsin to Florida in less than an hour). However, I am parked facing the orange grove, perpendicular to the actual driveway that leads to it (which would be problematic in reality and would block the two perpendicular doors; the L-shaped front entrance area).

I am not sure what happened to the other man at that point. I may have dropped him off somewhere and forgotten (I do not think he fell out at any point). However, looking down, I see a toad to the right of my right foot. It is about half the size of a local adult cane toad though appears to be a different species. It looks like a Bufo terrestris, but its skin is too smooth, almost frog-like. I pick it up and throw it out the open car window to my left. I suspect a few other toads may be in the car to my right, but I do not worry about them at the time, as they are not near my side and I do not see any real evidence of them. At this point, my dream begins to lose cohesion.

The toad possibly represents something undesirable (an ugly or lowly persona), trying to “drive” me differently. This possibly links to two things…a typical Internet troll I have been continuously astounded by the audacity of over the last few months, or my mother-in-law. This is because, astoundingly, she had the audacity to show up at our house recently for the first time since we lived here (I did not actually see her - my wife just listened through the closed screen door) and driven by her youngest daughter who did not say a word the entire time her mother deceitfully droned on. It was the usual delusional and incoherent stories and bizarre lies - where she uses subtle vocalizations in a very eerie chant-like rhythmic intonation to put ideas in people’s minds, which she is able to do with some people, even authorities (but not all, many catch it right away and steer clear of her). Her visit appears to have had no residual ill effects, though I also immediately threw out the bag of fruit she pointlessly left on the porch. I still find it odd how long-term confirmed sociopaths like this actually seem to think that everyone (rather than just some) will succumb to their routines and tricks when they pretend to be “nice” (or even pretend to be the victim) or that they had not done anything wrong when all the proof is still there on record - unlike Internet trolls who have no real-life “presence” in such a way. The toad presence could be the composite of both. The toad in the vehicle also possibly relates to “Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride” from “The Wind in the Willows” (the antique car seeming the “same” as the one from “Fear No Evil” in some illustrations, or “versions” I have seen), in turn linked to the weeping willow on my controversial ancestral relative’s tombstone (Israel R).

Interestingly, the 1958 red Plymouth Fury (aka “Christine”) is “vengeance” (as well as a likely subtle reference to Christ, though I am not Christian), yet I do not really feel vengeful in eliminating the “toads” (or “would-be drivers”) from my life, but I suppose it fits - yet I have also learned that revenge itself is not really necessary as such people eventually “ruin” themselves (or “miss out on life”) with no help from me merely by the way they operate or by what they choose to believe. It also represents the meeting of my twin flame, both in Christine being on fire in one scene in the movie (and then completely restored - representing the phoenix - another personal symbol) and the fact that I sang its theme (“Bad to the Bone”) in a sort of parody to my wife on tape before meeting her but with different words spelled out - relative to “mongrel” and the opossum themes.

The funeral may represent the “loss of influence” of a certain person’s manipulative and wrongful ways, though I still do not see any closure regarding that, because numerous falsified documents (including falsified or altered medical records and fictional statements or summaries) still exist in government records because of her, which she accomplished through various means, including identity theft and a huge number of fabricated police reports and records (all of which are always kept by government "as is” - even through FOIA, we did not succeed in having even a few falsified records removed or resolved - sealed, yes, but not removed or resolved). I find it bizarre how there are hundreds of falsified police records in this region, because she has instigated such things numerous times against everyone she has known for the most part, including at least one police officer and a dentist. This is “revisionist history” at its worst…and no one had ever done anything about it.

The red 1922 Phaeton is a reminder of my “roots” (especially my father from my vivid childhood dream, the first version probably from age three - and by which I “coincidentally” happened to find a poster “of my dream” as a young adult years later and which remained on the wall most of those years), but the other similar car (from “Fear No Evil”) is an ambiguous statement on the “road I drove” - or the “paranormal” or completely “unexplainable” by society - path I took. Instead of “following the road” with Susan R (the only other “Blue Pearl” association - which this car also relates to in 1970s dreams), I chose my more “mysterious” and exotic twin flame, who is my “mirror” yet also was “mothered” by evil in her childhood (in Nimbin yet), yet still survived intact in incredible ways to become a beautiful woman, my iconic green-eyed Roma dream girl, who, because of lifelong experience, “dismisses” and detests mainstream western culture probably as much as I do (or more because of being kept with her mother who drove off her father with yet more falsified documents and fictional “stories”).