Morning of September 11, 1974. Wednesday.

I am “playing around” with a Latina classmate. There are two other slightly older female classmates on each side giving her “instructions” as well as holding her legs so that she does not roll over or kick (crudely borrowed from “Born Innocent” seen the night before) on a large platform holding the hanging Liberty Bell (which oddly seems to be in the southern area of my backyard in Cubitis very close to the southeast corner of the house) and we are all causing such commotion and excitement that it cracks the Liberty Bell. I wake up a bit worried in thinking I might get into trouble, but when my mind clears, I realize the Liberty Bell is supposed to be cracked. (Now I see that the girl’s last name was actually Campbell. For some reason, this was not as obvious to me when much younger.)

I have recently edited this online version for minor corrections and additional research and with detailed interpretation in this section in case the casual reader does not understand the meaning. I do often leave out interpretations (especially more obvious ones) to sometimes avoid already “overly” large wordy entries, but in this case, it is quite short.

There seems to be a double meaning of both sexual liberty and “taking liberties” with someone. The Liberty Bell being cracked relates to tearing the hymen (which, contrary to popular male ignorance, does not always come with loss of virginity as cheerfully and idiotically shared in high school gossip).

My dream also very loosely relates to a real-life scenario in the exact same location in the yard although more like self-fulfilling prophecy than precognition.)