Dream Journal

So I’m at Blaine House with Dan. It’s daytime. We’re in the back yard. There’s no gazebo, as usual. The ground is very spongy and dug up in some places — they’d just emptied the septic tank. Dan brought me to this 4-inch diameter round hole — the top of a metal pipe leading up from below and said he wanted to show me something. He pried this metal cover off and then I looked down the pipe. I could see water glimmering far below, and a white/blue tile. The picture resolved and I could see one whole end of a large swimming-pool-type chamber. I was fascinated that I could see so much through such a small hole, down a pipe. I turned to look the other way and could see the whole other side of the room, dimly lit. How?! “That’s incredible!” I thought. I asked how that could be. Next thing, we’re inside on a platform along one wall with white metal rails, looking around. We’re down there, inside the septic tank. There’s still plenty of water — they hadn’t pumped it all out. It was clear and blue and seemed pure, which surprised me. Dan and I talked a little about it, then I asked how we were going to get back out and I looked up at the little hole in the ceiling and he nodded and I became really afraid of how I’d get through there. But I was distracted then by three white objects in the water below. It was a harp seal family! So cute! Amazing, I thought. How could they live down here, eating filth? Dan expressed something about how it was purified down here.

Then we walked down the stairs to our right and Dan jumped into the water. I was disgusted, but soon he was walking on the surface. Ice! My fascination was constant. The floor by the doors on this side of the wall was frozen and rippled. I stepped down and peered into the first door — it was a racquetball court with a floor of ice. Dan led the way to the second door, which opened to a larger storeroom, mostly barren but with various machinery parts scattered about. Through the door on the far side of that room was a very large room with white walls, an off-white tile floor, and what looked like a business party in an engineering department. This was definitely Dan’s! There were a few people scattered about in business slacks or skirts, holding styrofoam cups with punch, mulling about and talking. Decor was absent and there was a lot of open space, a few desks, and engineering parts scattered about. I asked Dan how the room was being powered and he pointed up, saying “sparse, low-cost lighting.” There were scattered bulbs and only sections of the fluorescent ceiling lights were on. It wasn’t dim, but it wasn’t bright, either. Then through another door was a 70s-looking kitchen area with cheap silverware and dishes with greenish cupboards, more partygoers, and more assorted parts everywhere.

Dan introduced me to Jess (my sister), who had now joined us, but he called me “Brad” to some of his friends. There was a hallway beyond this room. I thought, “Who knew that there was this great underground area beneath Blaine House all this time?” I asked why he hadn’t told me about it before. I remembered the big pile of dirt in the backyard when they built the house and now attributed it to this complex. Soon I found Jess more interesting and I went with her to the main septic tank room where we started. The floor was all ice now. We exited through another door.

An evening landscape opened up before us, a half-moon bay of shallow, reddish water that I imagined must have been the real cess pool. It had a sandy beach. A catamaran that I “recognized” as Dan’s spare one was by the water on the beach. The wall we had just passed through was a cliff viewed from this side, and a cliff-house was in the distance to our right at the top of the cliff. The sky was dark and undefined, as was the area past the reddish bay.

We were now accompanied by Sarah’s friend Chris. Upon seeing the catamaran, we ran to it, got on, and pushed off. We immediately began moving fast towards the near edge of the smallish bay, then even faster across it. Chris was big and kept putting the craft off-balance and we told him to get in the middle. I felt the speed and loved it but I couldn’t see a thing. Then after a few moments of speeding through the dark, light quickly dawned. It became full daylight, and we were in California. The reddish bay had become a clear, gushing river and the sandy land held hills and short dark-leaved trees. Definitely California. I assumed, however, that we were still near Blaine House, only under daylight conditions.

Floating along, I closed my eyes. The scene dimmed and then reappeared in full light. But this, I thought, was in my head. I focused on creating a thought form and suddenly held a sprig of spruce in my hands. I then “opened my eyes,” causing a flash of dark as my inner sight moved to my outer sight (or because I expected it) and there was the sprig. I was so overwhelmed I was moved to tears. I’d done it! I’d created a thought form and brought it to reality! I could feel it solidly in my hands. Jess/Rebecca tried to take it away, unimpressed, but I refused to let go. Feeling awed, I thought Dan must have been a master thought form creator to have created all this. Then I noticed the sprig becoming jelly-like and limp. I was concerned for a moment but then forgot about it.

I’m not sure how Jess and I got back to the surface of Blaine House, but we looked at the house and I noticed the windows were all covered with a white semitransparent skin and bulging out from the inside, as if someone were inflating a huge balloon inside the house. I said “Those must be painting tarps over the windows. They must be repainting.” Jess didn’t think so.

Earlier, outside with Dan, I said, “And you’re thinking of SELLING this?” and he calmly said “I have sold this,” and an image of the Orono house appeared in my head. Suddenly I remembered.