Morning of June 4, 2014. Wednesday.

This dream's type has been changed to "utilized" (which is a less common type given the infeasible nature of many dreams). This is due to the relentlessly obnoxious and narcissistic poster (who has yet to be banned, which does not add up from any viewpoint, especially as he has his own website with the same entries) on a dream journal site I no longer use (and others have also left the site because of his continuous commentary against other posters, often lying about a person or event even when the original relevant posts are still visible to the public). He presently still uses a badger avatar to mock my opossum associations and already had continuously belittled and defamed me and other posters for a considerable time. He also continues to pretend to be a victim whenever anyone reacts to his endless trolling and then fabricates various ideas about other posters (again, without being banned for continuously violating that site's Terms of Service). Although my dream as here likely has other meanings, "crossroads" could also relate to how I metaphorically turned off the path from that site due to his badgering, with him even taking on his (present) badger avatar. Regardless of his supposed claim of writing down so many of his dreams (the majority of which do not seem like dreams at all but very bland conscious constructs with an agenda), he appears to have far less understanding of dreams than even the average person, which others have pointed out, which is ironic, as he makes claims about other posters and their dreams being somehow "fake". Although I do not believe that dreams would be typically relevant to a website, dream-journal-related or not, that idea has been well-established with this dream. The other poster, over and over and over again, tries to claim that everything in every dream (including attractive girls) represents the dream journal site, which of course is beyond preposterous in any school of thought. In my view, being mentally ill does not give him the right to have free reign over a website.

I am, interestingly (as if for an unknown intent from a deeper part of my mind), at the intersection of Loomis and Gillette in Wisconsin in America yet again. Over the past few weeks, this "crossroads" has come into play as a primary setting in several of my dreams. It usually involves fictional features; in one case the Kepnock High School (Australia) partly replacing the Logan High School grounds in the same basic layout and area (my dream where an older teacher crashes into a building and I casually leave the scene completely unharmed), and another dream (involving nanobots) with the fictional bicycle shop that replaced a different building to real life. Another dream also featured the area with more extensive fictional features - this being the one with the strange dangerous worms (associated with death) and a larger nonexistent residential area (where there are only tall grasses and trees in real life), and even another entire fictional town, east of my sister's house on Loomis. Also, relating to a short time during several precognitive dreams of my sister's illness (which I did not know about at all) and her passing away, there was a large fictional foundry north of her house which was causing problems with noise and pollution (which also featured benevolent young human-like female aliens with completely black eyes that were "hiding" from most humans). It is possible this all relates to longer term change in realizing her passing on and some sort of "internal adjustment" of my mind's metaphorical (dream-related) "universe".

In this dream, my wife is with me at the intersection. The two intersecting streets are partly covered with an unusual carpet that looks like Turkish angora calico cat fur. I do not question the absurd nature of a street having a loose carpet in some sections (or the fact that it would become dirty and worn in practically no time). I am actually lying on my side at one point (near the Loomis and Gillette southeastern area) looking at the carpet. It would be more attractive were it not for the somewhat disordered lumps and folds. The ginger, gold, cinnamon, white, darker brown, a very pleasing burnt sienna, and other shades are in a random variegation, but it is still a lovely carpet (play on "car" and "pet"?).

I am concerned, because there seems to be a small animal under the carpet that is moving about, though it seems to be bigger at times. Cars are mostly going west down Gillette Street and I am wondering if I should lift the carpet up in case the animal wanders too close to oncoming traffic. My wife is not certain if it is really an animal, either, as it may be related to some sort of transient folds caused by the movement of when a car drives over it at the center of the intersection. The "animal" if it is one, sometimes almost seems to move like a snake, as there is also a slight twisting movement for a time. It may even be a large earthworm.

Eventually, after watching for several minutes, it does turn out to be an animal that had been causing the movement and odd smaller fold shifts, and the animal finally leaves the area as if perhaps he had been looking for food for a time and had not found much. It is an unusual coppery-tinted (more like a mongoose color) badger - and he (I assume it is a male, anyway) comes out from under the carpet and then walks slowly west. I am not all that surprised but hope that he does not get run over. The colors are a little similar to the calico cat carpet and there is extra detail in his body markings, almost like handwriting.