Morning of February 9, 1977. Wednesday.
This dream takes place in an unusual variation of my Cubitis home. The chicken shed has been removed and one area near where the front would otherwise be has been replaced with a trailer running north to south, where two of my brothers, Dennis and Jim, supposedly live. The location of the main focus or dream’s climax is the exact same spot (near where the old well was) where the mystery girl revealed herself, in exact appearance in every way, as my wife-to-be sometime later.
The central focus (but not including all dreams) of this specific dream region:
1. Father cuts down large tree (real life) and the area is a well for a time
2. Virginia Dare colony gathering dream
3. Skeletal body of Christ dream
4. This dream (Reptilian Girl)
5. Girl in black dream (exactly and precisely showing appearance of wife-to-be several months before real-life contact)
I would tend to think that an otherwise inconsequential area of focus (relative to real life) to my dream landscape would have some sort of integral continuity, even over a lifetime, regardless of how sparsely occurring my dream event is. Fractal clusters and “hidden” Pascal-triangle-like logic would seem to have a special layer of continuity of their own, and I am certain that most people are not even remotely aware of this (which has given me a strange, yet advantageous outlook all my life). So, before I go on with my dream content, what does this mean?
1. Removal of “Tree of Knowledge”. Growth and development become a part of the “hidden” rather than visible to the modern world.
2. Virginia Dare - “lost colony” - the Source rules this life (I, the dreamer) so therefore mainstream western beliefs and false concepts are gone and cannot take root.
3. Christ becomes a metaphor rather than a real icon of worship, but still represents “framework” symbolically, yet related to “roots” - meaning roots of the son of the Source rather than organized religion.
4. Beginning of established path of wife-to-be revealed as an aspect of nature (I have also been seen in my own dream as a “prehistoric chameleon”) and of the Source, yet still elusive.
5. Final recognition of the mystery girl, or “Yin”, the Brenda W archetype, lifelong tulpa vindication, etc. This extreme redundancy of dream “education” sometimes comes in so many layers, I cannot imagine people who cannot see it when they do their own supposed dream work because in such a case, it is almost like taking several strips of clay and molding them into one ball of obvious totality and then wonder how you got there…and then deny it is a ball of clay when someone else sees it and identifies it. How odd.
What I discover in my dream is an unknown girl who appears a few times. She carries a sword which sometimes has a blue sheen and wears some sort of unusual bikini-like outfit made up of teal-colored reptilian scales. Unlike me, where I have a scar on my left wrist that resembles Florida, she has only a “piece of my scar” on her left wrist - or so it seems. One would think that a girl with a sword would have many more scars. So I guess people would say, “oh look that is the symbolic feminine part of yourself and even has the scar attribute to prove it”. Whatever. In reality, my wife has a partial scar like a “piece” of mine on her left wrist in the exact same spot. She got it the exact same way. So much for dream symbolism, as precognitive literal reality always trumps it.
At one point, I enter the trailer to the west entrance. Jim and Dennis are not there, yet I have no doubt about the “reality” of this odd arrangement in-dream. I become angry at not finding the “mystery girl” again, so angry that I tip over the shelves containing my brothers’ cassettes and records and such. I then make all the chairs fly about with mind power for a time as well as my literal “turning the tables” act.
However, the mystery girl appears again. This is probably one of the only times when the Source is mentioned directly as “the Source”. She says it is not my time to be with her yet and says she must “return to the Source”. I am not sure what it is all about. She is to be my bride, so I become impatient and reach out to her. She seems to shrink, become younger and younger, and over time, becomes a gecko and scurries off southward.
I go south and, as is often the case, am blocked by water, but in this case, only a small flood. I cannot quite resolve what is going on. There are swimming pools that are empty and at the same time, badly flooded urban areas which have some of these empty pools that the water has not quite reached. Ambiguity.
