Morning of March 10, 1986. Monday.
There is something found in some sort of special small cardboard box covered with cloth, which is like the type watches are purchased in (in fact, it seems to have been "hidden" under another layer of cloth inside). I seem to be playing a different character, seemingly a young (almost teenage) version of Ray Milland, also having his voice when I speak. (This being before or during his death in reality, though I had not seen any of his movies for some time, although there was an additional important level of precognition in this one to be noted later in this entry.) This seems important, as although the dream does not reflect the exact plot of a real movie he was in, it does have similarities and some of the same mood throughout to the movie "X: The Man with the X-ray Eyes" from 1963.
The box contains a special lens. It allows the person who looks through it to "see forever" and has a couple different ways of showing things. The "powers" related to this item do not always seem consistent.
As the other character, I become "addicted" to this new way of visualizing and exploring the world. Over time, my eye begins to bleed. I have similar opportunities as "X" (from the Ray Milland movie) in seeing through things, as well as having the telescopic perspective. At one point, I hear a seemingly ominous line from my character that goes, "when I look through the lens, I can see myself looking back" and this eerily seems to be the case. I look through the lens, and in the far "distance", is a scene of "me" sitting on a bed and looking back at me through the same lens, like some sort of actual distant mirror-like reflection. This seems to be some sort of extreme point, where the lens is now functioning in a different way.
In reality, because the world is a sphere, seeing everything on the planet would not be possible and would be cut off from the horizon of where the viewer is gazing. The lens, though, seems to bend light in a way where you can see all the way around the planet and back in either perspective (as there is also a point earlier where I see myself looking through the lens, but from the back). I can also see into distant space, infinitely.
Eventually, my eyes become larger and bleed more, being very bloodshot, though one eye is much worse, as I use it more for the lens. Over time, I grow scales on my arms and legs and eventually gills on my neck. In the dream's last scene, I become a mooneye fish and do one last vertical leap from the water's surface. The fish's eye is also bleeding.
Three things happened in real life after this dream: Ray Milland actually died (on this tenth of March). My mother developed a severe eye infection where one eye looked extremely bloodshot (and she had not had such an infection in my lifetime). Because I wrote this dream out as a story, it seemed very strange for my mother to read it when one of the lines read "the eye looked awful". I almost felt embarrassingly inconsiderate. I also caught a few mooneye when I went fishing, which are fairly rare whenever I fish (I had probably caught no more than a dozen in ten years' time). Although I used them in a normal meal (not much meat, though), my brother-in-law claimed they were no good and similar to carp in only being "edible" when smoked. From there, he made fun of me for keeping any that I caught (which was hardly ever, though, and only near one area), though apparently, as with carp, it is illegal to throw them back alive (at least during that time, unless this was just a local rumor).
