Morning of September 13, 1977. Tuesday.

Somehow, the ghost of a mermaid speaks to me from a burning bush (but is later only glowing in light, with brass-colored rays coming out very brightly, with triangular tips - in the back of my mind is something about the book of Revelations in the Bible). This is near the right, when facing the house, southern side of the carport. Supposedly, this entity is my wife, or has been or will be my wife. A little after this, in real life, I had also made a one-copy home-made comic book for a few issues (no longer in existence, I suppose) of a young mermaid called Mary and her boyfriend John. In my dream, the mermaid was named Cleo (who appeared as a “normal” human for the most part - but had some special abilities at times in a couple other dreams). In this particular dream, it seemed she somehow also “lived” in the bush (a pun on my future wife living “in the bush” in Australia?) as well as being a “ghost girl” (for example, the shrub itself was where her spirit or soul actually “lived” - like a genie in a lamp, actually). Also in this dream, the mermaid seemed almost divine or holy. Other than the name “Cleo”, there is also (implied as angelic) “Gabrielle”, my wife’s middle name. Considering this was on her birthday before I met her (or even knew about her), I count it as precognitive as such.