Morning of June 2, 1986. Monday.

I am wandering about in a strange location that seems almost like Medieval times in some ways even though it is supposedly the distant future. A boy I know, Scott R, is there and other people are walking about.

I am in “orb” form, that is, not a human but still present as a floating consciousness. I have posted a few others of this nature including one of my earliest dreams (which, as I mentioned before, could have stemmed from being carried around a lot as a baby, as the perspective is somewhat similar).

Over time, I get these impressions of moving into people who are sitting near the bottoms of flights of stairs. There is an amazing sense of love. People are walking about and smiling but I do not think they are aware of me.

Eventually, I look up and see this gigantic “spaceship” making a tremendous mechanical noise as it “swims” through the sky. It is like a giant robotic tadpole, much larger than a 747 and somehow staying up with no signs of wings, rotaries, or any other device as such. It has at least four sections that seem to counter balance each side-to-side “swaying” unit. It makes a tremendous amount of noise as it moves, possibly indicating rust and strain. I do not know what to think but it creates a very clear sense of awe and interest. I go back to floating about in various stairwells.

I believe that a tadpole in a dream represents masculine power, due to tadpoles resembling man’s “seed” at the microscopic level and the fact that some women even refer to it as “little tadpoles”. In this case, it may represent a masculine force of energy that is a bit overwhelming, such as a stronger sexual desire that is “over my head”. In a childhood dream of a ghostly tadpole that was hovering above a bed, I believe it represented the development of mystery and curiosity about sexuality.