On Monday , Memorial Day , May 31 , 2010 , around 10 : 00 AM - 12 : 50 PM , I dreamed I was at school , near the end of the term , maybe the end of the whole thing . I had had several tardies , along with some other students . They had gotten very strict about it , to the point where if you weren 't there when the bell rang you had to go to the office and get it taken care of . The teacher gave you a tiny thing to take with you , some little paper . Now they even had something where the office gave you tiny little colored things , maybe about an inch and a quarter , mostly gray blue , that had a phone number on it that you had to call to get it settled before you could go back to the class . It was near the end of the school day . After a class a teacher told me he had fixed some of my tardies . I had had four , but he showed me on the little card , about the size of a vertical business card , that he had taken off three , X ' ed them out and fixed it so that they were canceled . I still had to go to the office for the other one . He had done it to some other people , too . I went to the office . A girl was ahead of me , and the person was explaining to them about the phone number . It was an odd number , given in letters for the last four digits . It didn 't seem long enough for a phone number , but I was probably expecting an area code , though I didn 't think of that back then . The calling - a - number requirement was something that had been initiated by the corporate people in charge , and apparently covered all the schools owned by that company . It was getting late and I had to get back to class , but there turned out to be confusion about the class . The two that I had to go to were being held at the same time . Some of the students were in one room and some in the other . The students realized what had happened and a lot of them were joking about it , though some seemed subdued and worried , more in one of the rooms than the other . I didn 't know what to do . I went back and forth from one room to the other , trying to find a teacher I think . When one finally showed up , he started immediately running the class . I tried to talk to him about it , but he wasn 't interested and just looked mad , like I had bothered him for something that wasn 't his problem . Meanwhile the bell had rung and I was late for two classes being held at the same time . I saw the students in the one I was in bending over their tests , hard at work . I went back to the office , trying to explain what had happened . The woman gave me the two little colored papers and was carefully explaining about calling the number , and then I had to give them a number off the paper apparently , and maybe explain my situation . She didn 't give me a solution about the classes being held at the same time , maybe just saying that she would have to look into it . I left and hurried down the hall . The place was set up something like DeVry , a big square with a hallway that ran around the edge with rooms on each side . I was trying to find a phone . I think I saw a couple , but they were already in use by other students trying to fix their tardies . I finally left to go somewhere else , that I thought would have phones . I think I left one of the little pieces of paper on something on the covered sidewalk around the school . I went to the other place and was going through it . It seemed like a hospital , and was laid out like DeVry . Going down the hall quite a ways I came across some phones . They were hooked up to some video displays set into the walls . Some of them were being used . I saw a video game was being played on one , and it had something on the screen that might be important , a little rectangular box with numbers in it , and a smiling and frowning creature standing off to the right , who might have been an ogre but who looked something like the Looney Tunes Tasmanian Devil character . I couldn 't get the person to give up the phone to me . A man was letting his son play the game to pass the time so he would have something to do while they were waiting , someone was having an operation evidently . A phone to the right of it had another video game being played , something with a genie I think . It didn 't look useful to me . I went back and forth between them for a while . There was another phone or two to the left of them , but I think one of them was being used by someone to make a call . I wanted to use the video game with the box on the screen that might be useful too , and I didn 't know if I could find it on my own . The person playing the video game that had the box finally stopped and left , with his father , but now the screen was dark . I started looking at the number on the little piece of paper again . It was not the number I remembered seeing on it earlier , the same one that had been given to the others . Now it was a regular number and it had one of those free area codes on it , starting out something like 1 - 877 - . . . I was puzzled , but assumed I would have to call this one . I couldn 't understand why there had been a change . I wondered if I had to give them a number when I called . I had left one of the little papers back at the school , and wasn 't sure if it was still there . It would delay me a lot to have to go back and get it . It was getting late and the classes were almost over now , I thought . I wasn 't sure what I could do to fix it , but I would try to explain what happened and hope something could be worked out . I went off to try to find someone who could explain about getting into the program I had seen on the display , the video game . I started trying to go to the upper stories , hoping to find a nurse or someone who could explain it . I went to one of the corners to take the stairs , but I found that they were being worked on . They were roped off with yellow tape , and a young man and a young woman were painting them . They were maybe eight to ten feet apart , doing different sections . The wood had been kind of a dirty dark color , but was being painted yellow . The stairs themselves were much simpler constructions than I had expected , being simple boards nailed together , even the railing just seemed to be 2 x 4 's . It was a very wide open area , much more so than I expected , with the stairs going back and forth beside themselves , at shallow angles . I reached out and tentatively touched and took hold of the yellow tape , preparing to go under it anyway . I paused and asked the young man if it was okay if I used the stairs , I didn 't need to touch the railing and I would try to just walk on areas that hadn 't been painted or were already dry . He said sure , somewhat jovially , and said to watch out for the paint , some of it was wet . I started to carefully walk onto the stairs . Some of the steps were partly painted , sometimes with the painted part not covering it completely , not put on heavy enough to get into the surface everywhere , creating a kind of fog effect , with a lot of the old surface showing through , like the brush or roller had been too dry when the paint was applied , and it would have to be painted over again . While most of it immediately ahead of me was dry , the one I had to step on first was wet , one of the partially painted ones . I stepped on it and quickly on to some dry steps , apologizing . I was touching the railings too , but they were either partly dry or hadn 't been painted . I was heading up , at least at the moment . The stairs also led down , to lower levels . I was talking to them about what I was trying to do , and I think one of them mentioned a way to speed it up . I saw a little wooden boat that had drifted up , outside the railing , floating I guess on air , though it seemed almost like a dark ghost water . The boat was simple in construction , like the stairs . I climbed over the railing to it , talking now like Clint Eastwood , and maybe a little like Humphrey Bogart . I came to look like Clint Eastwood now , and it seemed to have changed to a mystery , and something about some evil people who had gone upstairs and were waiting for me , trying to stop me . They had been sent by someone . I talked some about that and about what I was doing there . I was confident that I could take care of them . There would be others too , sent to stop me when I was trying to leave , and I also had to solve the mystery of the numbers , and get that taken care of , and the answer to that mystery should be somewhere upstairs . Earlier in the dream I had been driving to school in the gold 1970 Cadillac . There had been some problem with other cars , about them trying to stop me , threatening to crash into me , but the Cadillac , already big and sturdy , got even bigger and taller , and with even thicker sheet metal , and crashed into them , knocking them away , bouncing them way back or to the side and sometimes even sending them tumbling . I had stopped there on the street and talked to someone about it , and about what was happening , and about what the Cadillac could do , before getting in again and doing it some more . I don 't remember much about it , though . On Saturday , May 29 , 2010 , around 3 : 00 - 11 : 30 AM , I dreamed I was in the Phoenix area , it was dark , and I was driving . I 'm not sure what car I was in , possibly the dark blue 1987 Oldsmobile 88 , but it could have been the gold 1989 Oldsmobile 88 , or even something else . I went up a road going to the north - northwest . It seemed to be on the east side of Phoenix . It wound around a bit , going up , getting up into some mountains that were fairly shallow , not very high , maybe a few thousand feet . It was something that doesn 't exist in real life , though there are small mountains around Phoenix . A policeman went up there , too . I was worried that he might try to stop me for some reason , some imagined violation , but he turned out to be friendly . He kept repeating his name , and then sometimes going into a longer thing about what he was doing and what his duties were , something like " I 'm Officer such - and - such , . . . " ( I don 't remember what his name was anymore ) . Up near the top of the mountain , in a small , slightly lower area surrounded by ground and peaks that were a little higher , an area that seemed to be partly cut out of the mountain , there were some small buildings , and more further on . It was some kind of government thing . They were checking people that went through , and people evidently were supposed to go up there periodically to get their papers updated and renewed . It was something fairly simple . They were asked a few questions and I guess had to fill out some simple forms , not much more than a few things to fill in , including signing it , though the forms were regular paper - sized and had two or three layers with carbon paper between them . While this happened their cars were being looked at by mechanics , put up on hoists , etc . The government was also doing some kind of scientific research , though , at least partly unrelated to the other . I think my mother also came up , in a separate car . We might have been expecting my father too , I 'm not sure . The policeman showed up , and was again saying who he was and what he did , in a kind of loud droning way , like it was a prepared speech he did often , but he was also there giving updates on something . We managed to leave after a while , without having to go through much , maybe fill out a few places on the forms , which I think my mother handled instead of me . The forms were mostly text , giving instructions and explanations I guess , with just a few places to actually enter things . They may have looked at her car some , but I don 't think they did it to mine . I left and went back down a little ways , then stopped at some other buildings , going through a series of large passageways with my car . One of the places I stopped was some kind of garage , and it seemed like we at least partly owned it . I saw a Cadillac from the early 1960s , that had been raised up in the air several feet . I looked under the back , at the underside of the huge trunk ( where the gas tank would be in real life , but wasn 't here ) . I marveled at the size of it , and the length of the car . It looked like they had a lot of room underneath to make the trunk even bigger , though I knew that it was huge already . Though I had used to drive a car like that , I didn 't think I would be able to drive something like that anymore . It was just too big , and I wouldn 't know how to properly get around in it , particularly with the cramped parking lots they had these days . I had also earlier seen another car or two , somewhat newer but still older models . I finally made my way out and went on , going down the long , somewhat winding , gentle slope in the dark . I passed the policeman again , who was also driving down that road , but stopping in places along the way . I briefly heard him saying , " I 'm such - and such . . . . " , a little plaintively this time , before I was on and past him . While still on the broad flat stretch of land , I saw ahead what looked like a flying saucer parked in the road . I stopped and got out and walked partway around it . It was possibly 20 feet across and 10 - 12 feet high , and had no windows or doors that I could see . It was a dull silvery color with a slight sheen , and went down in broad folds , like a giant mass of soft ice cream that had been dispensed from a nozzle . In some places it also had some kind of framework sticking out from under it and to the side , large metal tubes at various angles , painted white . I had no doubt that it was man - made , and not something from outer space . I didn 't know what it was doing there , but suspected it was part of some promotion that was being set up . It took up a large part of the road , mostly my side of the road , but the road was wide enough here , with wide shoulders and flat land beyond , that it could be driven around . While I was there , a few cars went by going the other way , in the gray light . Their lane was squeezed a little but not much . They slowed as they went by , though , both to look and because of the lane restriction . I got back in my car and continued on . I had brought a long garden hose with me , very heavy duty , with a heavy crisscross outer casing of stiff fiberglass cloth . It had had to be cut at some point earlier , before the trip , and was in two pieces , with the short end perhaps 5 or 6 feet long . It was something from the house . It had been awkward trying to coil it up , it was stiff and had lots of places where it had wound about itself , sometimes in long twisted loops , where it repeatedly turned around , like it was trying to weave itself into a rope . I had tried to coil it up into loops , but at some point all I could do was gather it up into long folds . It was extremely heavy too , and tiring to have to hold . I think part of it had dragged behind the car on the way up , and I had had to try to re - coil , re - gather it up on the mountain . I had needed to take it up there for some reason , though I 'm not sure what that reason was , and it wasn 't too clear even in the dream . Going back down the mountain , a lot of it had trailed out beside and behind me , several car lengths . Now , after the UFO , I continued on , and the road wound through some small mountains , not much more than hills , and turned back toward the southeast . I was finally coming down a gentle slope , leaving the Phoenix area , with a car or two behind me . It was dark again , and I was very tired . The hose was still dragging and bouncing along behind me . I was coming down alongside a shopping center to the left of me , a strip mall . It was apparently where Woolco used to be in the old days , but the roads in the area in real life have been redone and rearranged , and the road there no longer goes off through the hills , which in some cases no longer exist . I noticed another flying saucer in the parking lot , similar to the other one . This one had a few banners that had been partially set up , and there was something else set up nearby , some kind of square roped - off area , with small curtains set up along the ropes , blocking off the interior , and maybe a second roped - off area too . It was going to be some kind of Halloween thing . I think one of them was eventually going to be a haunted mansion and the other was an area for judging costumes . I think I stopped there briefly , and tried to do something with the hose , get more of it gathered up and back in the car . The next road , bordering the shopping center , was Rural Rd . , which would turn into Scottsdale Rd . as it went north . I got on it , turning left , going north . After a while I got to the radiator shop . It was still dark . At least some of the employees had come already , and were out front , near the road , tiredly digging . There were several large holes . One of them had to do with the sign tilting and partly falling over , and the others had something to do with various pipes . They had been at it for a long time . It seemed to be a long term project , to have to keep digging , fixing and working on things . Although I came in from the front , it feels that there was also a version where I came in from the alley . I stopped there , in front of the shop , and got out and tried to undo the hose and rewind / gather it up , undoing some of the tangle , but it was difficult . I tried to find which end was the shorter one , and finally ended up just pulling on one of the ends until I found one that could be pulled out . My father was there , and was sometimes talking to customers that brought their cars in . One of them was a short woman , in her thirties maybe , very slightly overweight , who stood there smiling brightly as she talked about what was happening with her car , and my father talked to her about it and about other things , and I tried to get something done with the hose . On Friday , May 28 , 2010 , around 9 : 30 - 10 : 30 AM , I dreamed I was at home , looking out the back window , by the kitchen table , with my mother . We were irritatedly talking about people getting in the backyard . It was probably late in the day , getting toward evening . We saw some kids going along the top of the fence , but then it seemed like it was the concrete fence across the alley , not the wooden fence we have . Then a woman was out there and took the kids , slowly , to the backyard of a house a little to the west and across the alley from us . She was talking to them , pleasantly it seemed . Then she got a call in the house , which someone there evidently transferred to her cellphone , and she was saying something like , " Is that the spammers again ? I have to take this . " As she got back to the house , talking and listening on her cellphone , she turned and looked back at me . I somewhat grimly waved at her , and she waved back . It got dark . My mother was worried about someone getting in the yard . I went out and looked around a bit . Things were not exactly as in real life . I think the two male mulberry trees were still there , and there were a few things sitting around , on the porch and in the yard , that aren 't there in real life . I located a pickaxe , but I think it was mostly the head , I think the wooden handle was mostly rotted away . I picked it up and may have carried it to some place on the porch . We also had a dog we don 't have in real life , a medium - to - large size one , as well as at least one small one that may or may not have been similar to ones we have or have had . I went back inside and told my mother that I didn 't see anyone , and told her about the pickaxe , which could be used as a weapon by us . Things were taking on an increasingly chilled , ominous feeling , like something was going to happen . It seemed important that we leave a message about the pickaxe , and send a message about it to some other people , in case they needed to get one , and so they would know about it , and so there would be a record of it if something happened to us . My mother had put something on the refrigerator , held by a magnet , a kind of violet strip of old thin construction paper , with straight lines drawn on it dividing it into boxes . I was talking back and forth to my mother about the measurements , while she was trying to call someone and leave a message . I was talking about the approximate measurements of the head , how big it was , and was giving the thickness of the shaft , which seemed important . As I had measured it near the head , it was something like 2 3 / 4 inches , and I was writing it in some of the boxes , then I realized I had gotten it wrong and it was actually 3 3 / 4 inches , and I wrote it in another box . I needed to change the others somehow , I might have to do it later . Then I thought that it would be good to make a small drawing of the pickaxe head , so that there would be no question about how it looked . Then I saw that my mother had already done it , on another narrow scrap of the same paper , that was a little to the right of and partly over the paper I was writing on . The image was drawn vertically , and a little crudely , but was good enough . It was much bigger than I would have done , maybe half a foot or so long . I had been intending to draw a much smaller image . Then the woman and the kids were back at the fence , near the gate . She was telling them to go inside the yard and get something . They went over the fence and started digging in the yard , and came up with some pale shallow plastic things , like things to put paint rollers in when you are trying to put more paint on them . One of them had a huge pile of scratch pads [ small blank notepads , around 3 x 5 inches ] from the radiator shop , with advertising on them . It wasn 't what they were looking for , though , they were looking for something else . I was getting mad , and told my mother that I was going to go out there and stop them . I was intending to scare them off and gather up the scratch pads and take them inside , but when I went out and started walking across the yard toward where they were , or had been , I suddenly saw a huge horse , light brown in color , striding purposefully toward me . It was probably around 8 or 10 feet high at the top of its head . I started backing away . The big dog , which had come out from its place of hiding on the porch , stopped and started to back up a bit , too . I turned and started going more rapidly back to the house , the horse was moving too fast . While its eyes looked a little uncertain , it seemed that it intended to head right for me . I got inside and got the back door shut and I think locked , and went around the counter to the dining area , telling my mother what happened . I went back to check on the door , staying back by the end of the counter , and saw that the horse was bashing at the window in the door with its hoof , looking angry . It didn 't seem that the window could stand up to it , and probably not even the door itself . I saw the window , which was longer now than in real life , bending sharply inward , taking its thin metal frame with it , and the window cracking in several places , with big horizontal splits going across it , like it was a plastic sandwich reinforced glass , like a car windshield , and not just regular glass . I went away , back into the dining area , nervously talking about it with my mother . I went back then and checked , expecting to see that the horse had its hoof and leg through the glass , but instead saw that it was a man there , with his leg hanging through . He was wearing a black mask over his eyes and a black bandanna around his head , and was evidently a burglar . I went back in the dining area and nervously talked to my mother about maybe somehow trying to get the pickaxe . I couldn 't remember where I had left it though , was it somewhere on the porch or out in the yard ? Then I went back and found the man had gotten most of the way in ; his arms and body were in now too , only his other leg was on the other side . He was holding a very small gun in his right hand . I went to him and started trying to twist his leg around . He was looking at me surprised , like he was thinking , don 't you see have a gun ? He kept trying to get the gun pointed properly at me and I kept twisting his leg and moving it around and up in the way . Then suddenly he had it in his other hand , with a clear shot at me . I stopped , there wasn 't anything I could do to block it . I let go and backed up some , wondering if he was going to shoot me , then abruptly he had a another small gun in his other hand , too . He took my mother and me hostage , and took us along with him . He didn 't seem really interested in what we had in the house , at least for now . He wanted us to do a job for him , to help him steal something , I guess to prove our loyalty , and in any case make us useful . We left and went out into the night with him . The area now seemed more like Fallon , Nevada than Arizona . He sent us toward a supermarket . We were supposed to search in the trash cans out front for something that was left by an associate , something from the store . He stayed well away , in the darkness by another building , but it was pretty dark where we were too , not much light to look at the things with . We took out some things . Some of it looked a little interesting , like the paint roller - type shallow container I had seen in the back yard , but we didn 't find anything like we were supposed to be looking for . It hadn 't been described , only that something would be left there , but we didn 't find anything useful or valuable , at least toward the top , where presumably it would be . Something had evidently gone wrong , or maybe he hadn 't been able to get out here with it yet . We were wandering around then , wondering what to do . It seemed like a good time to talk to someone in law enforcement , get them involved , but we were also afraid that the man , the crook , might be mad at us and try to hurt or kill us . We finally decided to try to find someone . I remembered seeing a man a bit earlier who I knew was a police detective . We went back to the general area where he had been and eventually found him . We told him about what had happened . He listened and was trying to devise a plan about what to do . He talked to someone on his cellphone about it , and we went to a place where I had earlier seen the horse parked on the street , in a parking place . The horse didn 't look so big now , more like the size of a normal horse . I told the man that the horse might know something and be able to help us , though I wasn 't sure about its reaction . It looked back at us with a little bit of a mad , irritated , uncertain look as we came toward it . Then it was thanking us profusely as the man untied its rein to free it , and it started talking about how they had mistreated it . It agreed after a pause to help us , seeming to be reluctant to get involved with the man again , and then resumed complaining about how it had been treated . My mother and I went back to our house , which looked a lot different now , but found the man and his associates were already there , and in the process of stealing some things from it before they left . The man was inside and was handing stuff out to them . Besides the man there were two other people , a somewhat short middle - aged Oriental man and a very tall muscular man who appeared part black and part Asian , and wasn 't wearing a shirt . They saw us , and the head man seemed to want to get us , perhaps kill us , but they got in an argument . The others , particularly the Oriental man , didn 't want to do it , and the Oriental man wanted to let us go . He was yelling at the head man , and he had a weapon that was two heavy hooked - together dark sticks . The hooks were just heavy eyelet type things and weren 't sharp , they were curved around so they were almost closed and had blunt ends . He was swinging it around his head , threatening to throw it at the head man , but the head man threw an odd thin metal black piece , very slightly bent , with a wider thing at the back end , like a small light gray pipe that went over it like a handle . It hit the Oriental man in the leg near the hip , going almost straight down , and went in deeply . He screamed , but kept on standing . The fight continued , all three of them in it , generally separated quite a bit from each other , 10 or 20 or more feet at times , throwing things at each other and yelling . It may have been mostly the associates , widely separated , fighting the boss , but it seems the associates sometimes threw things at each other too . Sometimes a couple of them got close enough together to get into a struggle , and try to swing their sticks or whatever they were holding , trying to hit the other person 's back or whatever else presented a good target , or trying to stab the other person , if the weapon was of that type , and sometimes one or the other of them would get tossed or flipped . Then they might get separated by a bit and sometimes one would even chase the other briefly , till the person chased got far enough away or the fight became more equal again . After a bit either the Oriental man or the part Asian , part black man threw some of the sticks at me . I managed to avoid them and they landed at my feet . They were apparently intended to hit with the hook and cut into a person , though the hook was curved over and blunt . It seemed the proper way of throwing them was to swing them around your head and somehow quickly unhook the one that wasn 't being held , to let it go flying at whatever was being aimed at . I got two of them sent at me , still hooked together . You could hook three together , I saw it done , and let loose two and still be holding one , though I 'm not sure it was done in this case . I was trying to throw them back , and I think I did , throwing both , not trying to get one unhooked , but it was awkward and I don 't think I hit my target . At some point , I saw the horse coming back , a pleasant and hopeful look on its face , but as it got closer it became aware of what was happening , of the crooks being back and the fighting . Its eyes widened and stared at the scene , and its expression drifted downward into a surprised dismay . It leaned its body back , pushing at the pavement with its hooves , slowing itself to a halt and then backing up . It turned and left , looking back once or twice at us , a nervous grimace on its face . Then the Oriental man was going off with the head man . They had some kind of carriage , like a horse might pull , but no horse this time . It was filled with stuff . They were going along beside and behind it , pushing and guiding it I guess . They had gotten pretty far away already , maybe a hundred feet . I had a couple more of the heavy dark hooked - together sticks , ones that had been thrown at me , and I took careful aim , thinking I could get them this time , and threw the sticks . They flew forward at them , scooting along the ground after a while , but still heading straight for them . It looked like I might get them . I think I even had a line attached so I could pull on it , to drag them back when they got hooked . All of a sudden the sticks stopped and started coming back , going backward , and I saw that they had one or two more sticks hooked onto them . The tall , muscular , part Asian part black man was standing a few feet from me , laughing , and pulling on the line , dragging them back . He had thrown his own sticks at them , and hooked them . I was apprehensive about what was going to happen now , but he seemed friendly and genial , not wanting to harm me , and amused at the situation . He didn 't want me to harm the others , either , or get in a fight with them . I had a feeling that I might be able to get him to help us later , maybe help us escape or even turn against the others and get them captured by the police , if I could convince him to do so . He seemed close to being able to do it , but I wasn 't sure how close or if I could convince him . He didn 't seem willing to let us go at the moment though , or maybe I was too intimidated to even try . The others came back . Maybe he called and signaled to them , waved them back over , it seemed he might have but I 'm not sure . We were captured again . Then we were together somewhere else , and they were working with various things , bent over some , working at them , with some open boxes around with things in them . They were working in or near the boxes , separated from each other by probably six to eight feet , getting things ready for the next job . The head man was saying , talking about the next job , and what had happened this last time , " At least there were no witnesses . " I was standing a few feet from my mother , who was to the side and slightly behind me , and we were probably about eight feet in front of him , and I said , " But what about next time ? What about the next time ? " He stopped talking and lowered his eyes , looking thoughtful and subdued and a little chastened , but he continued working , bent over his box . I stopped talking too , suddenly feeling strange and vulnerable , thinking that perhaps I had said too much . We were , after all , witnesses . On Saturday , May 22 , 2010 , around 12 : 05 - 3 : 15 PM , I dreamed that when I was little , a woman took me through the wall , into another dimension , and out again , coming out of an opening in the opposite wall of the next room , into the girls ' ( my sisters ) bedroom , which was huge , unlike in real life , and at least temporarily unoccupied , though it had furniture and things . To do it she had to turn a large combination lock that was mounted on the wall or somehow slightly inside the wall . and somehow hidden , and then open a small narrow door that led into the other dimension . The door was perhaps two feet wide and three feet high , and a very thin slab of dull gray metal . Years later , after I had grown up , I was thinking about it , trying to figure it out , had it really happened , how had it been done , how could I find the doorway again . It seemed to be hidden somehow . A business man who had a large ship contacted me , saying he knew how to do it . I didn 't know how he knew about it , or about me . He came to my house and talked with me a while , trying to make a deal . There seemed to be something he wanted from it , in exchange for showing me how to do it . There seemed to be a large treasure involved , stacks of money that had been stored in the wall or other dimension , just beyond the door , not huge stacks , maybe as much as a foot high in places . But there also seemed to be something else that he wanted , that there was something else he could find there , or maybe that going through would give him some kind of power or ability that he wanted , something that would give him an advantage over other people , people that he might be in a conflict with , that would enable him to better battle them . It was a sense I got , he didn 't really answer me , though I pressed him a bit upon it . I laid down on the bed under the window while we talked , at least toward the end of it , and went through some things that had just come in the mail . The bed was my brother 's , who no longer stayed here , and now it was my bed , too . I normally slept in the other bed , though , at the side wall , where I also had some mail laying . It was some older mail , and I had earlier been going through some of that while we talked . The door had been in the wall beside my bed , high up , so that the bottom of it was roughly level with the mattress . Now , on the other bed , I was a little nervous at him seeing what I was doing with the mail . Part of it was a small catalog , mounted on stiff cardboard , showing books and things one could buy , on esoteric subjects , ESP , strange things , etc . , and I felt that he would think it was in competition to what he was proposing . Though he glanced at it , he didn 't seem to be bothered by it , seeming to just consider it a distraction . Worried about what he really wanted , I was unable to make a decision at the time , and put it off . I left the room and wandered around . I seemed to be in a huge multistory mansion now , that had a luxury ship 's interior as the theme , and some kind of party was going on . I wandered out to the back a bit , and there was a dock , and water beyond , though it wasn 't exactly the ocean , maybe an arm of it or perhaps part of a lake . A man came up with a clown 's face , made up that way , though sometimes I could see a different face partly superimposed , that of a seaman , a sailor . He seemed to be middle aged . He said that he could help me against the other man , that he knew of him from earlier . I got the impression that it might have been a past life , one that had ended by being killed by the man or his helpers , or maybe by a past life version of the man . The clown face was apparently just a disguise . He was trying to keep the man from knowing he was there . He said he could help me find the doorway , but I had to go on a search for something involving it , perhaps the combination to open the door , I 'm not sure . I went to a place by the stairway going up , with its wood a varnished polished bright medium brown , and wood pieces on the wall behind it . I went up the stairs a bit , then went over the railing and was climbing on the wood of the wall , sometimes squeezed between it and the railings . Sometimes people were on the stairs , not a great many , and they sometimes looked at me strangely , seeming to wonder what I was doing and if I needed help . I was evidently one of the hosts of the party . I eventually made my way back down , without finding anything that was useful , though I did find some kind of odd things that were related to it somehow . I felt that I didn 't get high enough , but that I had to come down now , it was getting too dangerous for some reason . Maybe I felt the man might be coming back soon and I didn 't want him to see me trying to find it . I dropped down the last bit , near a railing piece that ran along the wall above an extremely narrow strip of planter with landscaping . There had been wider areas of landscaped planter strips that I had gone up the wall above in other places earlier . I wanted to find the clown man again and I think I did so briefly , from a distance , but then I had to make my way back to the part that was my home . Somewhere around then , or perhaps after I got home , the word came to me from a distance somehow , that the man was willing to give up on the matter . He had to give up , his ship was sinking , and he wanted to know my terms , what I would allow him to have . Going home , I went along a very small narrow concrete bridge that ran along the front , with water to the right and under it , and a small strip of water , just inches , on the left , between the bridge and the building . The concrete was crumbling a bit , though it was clean and bright . It had little bright cement ridges going up at the sides every foot or so , along the very low railing , and they sometimes showed little plants sprouting up where they joined the floor of the bridge . The house had a narrow strip of landscaping running between it and the water . I finally made it to the front door and went in . Some other people were there , at least part of them family members . I found , or was partly directed to , or maybe somehow remembered it , something on the wall of the girls ' room near the window , some homemade decorations that had been made by them years ago . One was a small Christmas tree cut out of green construction paper , now faded with age . It was perhaps eight inches high , and had layers of trees , at slightly different angles , each projecting out slightly from the one underneath , and the later ones , especially the those sticking out the furthest , being smaller than those behind . Some other decorations were around it . Behind the Christmas tree decoration was a heavy steel rod holding it out from the wall an inch or two . I went and talked to my father , who was in a large bedroom across the hall , next to the master bedroom . He was looking much younger , maybe in his forties . The room he was in doesn 't exist in real life . I asked him if he knew anything about a safe that was hidden in the wall . He , looking a little uncomfortable about talking about it , said that , yes , he had put something in , back in the 1960s apparently , so he could save money in it . He had put money in it back then , accumulated it over time . It was still there , he hadn 't done anything with it . Most of it , especially the last , I got perhaps more from impressions than him actually saying anything . There was some kind or particular combination of numbers that had to be followed , that corresponded now with positions of other decorations . He gave me the numbers . They were long numbers , three to five digits long , and it seemed there were three main ones , but he gave me two others that followed them , seemingly secondary ones but ones that also had to be used . The woman from the past who had taken me through it had come back now ( she looked somewhat like Jacob 's mother from the TV show Lost ) . She was trying to help me now . We went to the wall with the safe , along with several other people . She was talking to me about it , trying to help , and I was saying that the various number positions corresponded to these particular positions on the wall , these decorations , move it here and here and here , and so on , as I turned the green paper Christmas tree decorations around , back and forth . Most of it involved fairly small movements , making my way through the numbered positions , though not actually seeing the numbers . As I went I became doubtful , unsure of what the later numbers were , but I felt it was something I had to complete , and that I would somehow complete . On Monday , May 10 , 2010 , in a sleep period around 9 : 00 AM - 12 : 45 PM , I dreamed I was in a place like DeVry ( a college I went to ) , square , with halls around the edges . It was at least two stories , maybe more . I spent a lot of time wandering around . Sometimes I went to different stories , but there was some difficulty in doing so . The passages going up or down were generally at the corners , and it was more like climbing up out of , or going down from , a big square hole in the floor . Sometimes I climbed up on top of things , even narrow room dividers . I 'm not sure exactly what purpose the place had , though it seemed to be partly a school , but also partly a business , maybe even partly a hospital , and had a big area with women doing what seemed to be secretarial and bookkeeping work . I occasionally talked to people I met , teachers and others . At some point , after I had gone to the second floor , I went back down , an awkward business , and went around to the back , outside . I was on a back corner anyway . It was cool and there was a slight wind , and the light was dim , like it was late afternoon . The sky looked gray - white , almost overcast , streaked with dirt . Things were changing , feeling more ominous . I was at the southeast corner of the building . I went a little way along the back , and stopped and talked to someone there . He talked about someone coming , and pointed perhaps 50 or 60 feet further along , where a strange figure stood , silver in color , like a statue frosted with aluminum . It was about 8 or 10 feet high , and heavily built , especially the upper body , and had a huge head . It was almost like a Pan figure , a goatman , though it wore some clothes , also silver , pants and shirt and vest , that seemed much too small for it . It seemed to be some kind of ancient minor god that had been awakened and summoned . It was talking to a man and sometimes glanced in our direction . It seemed like it could be dangerous , but it didn 't have any personal interest in causing a lot of trouble , and was talking with the man to see if he knew when the person who had summoned him would arrive . He basically seemed to lack direction until that happened , though he had been given a general idea of what was planned . I couldn 't hear any of it , it was a matter of what the man next to me said , which wasn 't much , and just being able to feel what was happening , and to partly picture it . I went back around the corner , and to the front of the building , sometimes looking back , and I think it was probably this time that I left and went out in the parking lot . It was brighter now , sunny , and things felt a lot better . Showing how I could take longer steps than normal , I began actually gliding through the air to extend it , to oohs and ahhs from the people watching . I went past the front of the building , going mostly west , and stepped across a small dividing area of curbs and dirt and brush and across a small road and another dividing area , to another parking section beyond , gliding most of the distance . There was some question , though , about a device . A tall man was there , who had followed me part of the way across the parking lots . He looked kind of rural , like a tall farm worker . We talked briefly about the device and what it meant . I think it was something left in the parking lot by someone . I decided I had to go back to the building , maybe to tell them about it . I didn 't really want to have to go all the way back there . I may have left the device where it was , probably did . It wasn 't real big , something mounted on a square bottom that was maybe 12 or 14 inches across . I didn 't know what it was for and why it was left , though there was a feeling that there might be some danger about it , like it might be a bomb , and I had a feeling that there was a bad guy that had been lurking around that had done it . I don 't think I ever saw the bad guy , except sometimes as a dark presence , not close to where I was but off quite a ways . We didn 't know if he or whoever left the device was going to come back and get the device , either . I went all the way back to the building , back to the back corner , and was trying to get up to the second floor . I think I ended up going up and down two or three times . Someone had to point out to me how it was done , and I think it was in fact a little different than before , though part of it was that I had gotten a little rusty , I felt . There was a lot more activity now , too . I climbed up the homemade ladder , a wide rickety structure of old boards , with the steps just being big thin boards , on edge , with the flat side nailed to the front of the two boards that made up the sides . There were actually two ladders , one that went perhaps two thirds of the way and another one that loosely hung down at an angle partly over the top of the one below . The passage was also very cluttered , mostly filled with other things , some of which projected out in the way . The passages had been cluttered before , though . At some point it was noticed that someone had left a device there , on a square piece of thin gray board or metal , about 8 inches or so across . It was something somewhat complicated , held down by a gray metal strap that was bolted to the bottom . It had something in it like a gray flare , but shorter and wider , and softer looking , like it was made out of cloth and stuffed . It had wires and tubes too I think , along with maybe a few other things . I noticed it for a while before I said anything , but one of the times I was using the passage I finally said something about it . I was intending to leave soon and I just couldn 't leave it that way . Some people looked at it and picked it up , and I think I even held it for a while , maybe even taking it up with me and asking about it with the people up there , the women in the apparent secretarial / bookkeeping section . I did go up and ask about it , even if I didn 't bring it with me . One of the women in the secretarial / bookkeeping section was talking to me about it , while I got up on something , a tall room divider near a wall I think , and crouched down on it , near the ceiling . As I talked to her from about 10 feet away , she was sometimes talking to other people on a phone that was mounted to her head , with a small microphone that came around to the front . She said she called someone about it , but hadn 't heard back yet . I had a white plastic pen in my right front pants pocket . They had been given out by the company , lots of them . They had the company name on them , it was kind of a commemorative thing , with advertising . I wondered if they were all going to change , become like that , that it had been something that was planned , and the one in my pants pocket might be changing now , I felt that it was , becoming wider and softer , as part of the transition to something else , and that they might all become bombs , or whatever it was that the enemy had planned for them . With so many around , practically everywhere in some parts of the building , it was going to be very difficult to stop it , to find them all , and everyone might have to leave , evacuate .