Trans-Dimensional Shape Foam Beds Dream Journal Day 78.

I was in charge of getting a bunch of elementary school kids on a field trip. I got them on a public bus, though it was a little chaotic. We ended up in an underground parking garage. I got out of the bus a little too early but was able to walk up to their departure area. There was talk of a “Split Epcot” up above in the building, and I led the kids to an area behind a glass wall to some long tables set up for crafts. I took my place at one of the stations and, using only my mind, manifested many small imitation crystals, which fell from my hands onto a little mat. I had to strain a little bit it wasn’t uncomfortable. Then I “freestyled” which meant I didn’t “try” to make anything particular, but just let my general artistic feeling work itself out through this ability to manifest objects. The result was a sculpture roughly one cubic foot, made of plastic pieces ranging from one to four inches long in various geometric shapes and colors, as well as a small chrome desk lamp. The teacher who was running the crafts table said it was very nice and took it from me to be set on the finished table, or perhaps entered into a contest.

Trans-Dimensional Shape Foam Beds Dream Journal Day 38.

There was a large structure, like a natural gas processing plant, made up of white metal tubes. I was up inside it, and the entire thing had a jungle gym-like quality. It was the place where the "first pressings" were made, which were like the original versions of words or ideas. As soon as those versions were seen, copies were automatically made of them at identical facilities, and as soon as those copies were thought about then additional copies of those copies were made at similar plants.

I was at the one where the originals were made and was trying to get to the place right before it but couldn't, because it was morning and time to wake up and I'd wake up and then fall back to sleep inside the dream and see the same plant and as soon as I thought about trying to get to the place before it I'd wake up again and then fall back to sleep dreaming of the same "first pressings" plant.

Trans-Dimensional Shape Foam Beds Dream Journal Day 11.

I was walking near where the old settlers are buried and pointed out to my friend "Look there's the cemetery" but as we looked, they turned out not to be gravestones but rowboats or house boats on a pure blue lake in a craggy mountain valley (that isn't there in real life). Then a creature crawled out of the water, and it was like a dog but with elongated legs and neck with very short hair and markings on its legs like an Okapi or a jackal and an oddly shaped head. It was carrying a sea turtle in its mouth, and we really wanted to get away from it so we leapt into a golf cart and drove it up the road (which goes right in front of my old elementary school) to some houses on the corner (that aren't really there). We ran into the house and it was a party with a lot of people I knew but a lot of people I didn't know and I wanted to tell them about the weird dog creature that we saw because it was really alarming and at the front door we were talking to the owner of the house and he said yes the dog creature belonged to the old owners of the house but they died. Their name was the Pooners. But then the dog was there, standing upright like a person and had a blue blanket wrapped around it and I said "Are you Mr. Pooners then?" and it looked at me and its face began to have human features and it said "I don't remember my name."