Date of dream: Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Level of Lucidity:
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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(I became fully lucid half way through this dream it wasn’t planned so the experience came as quite
a surprise).
It is daytime and I find myself on a remote island far out at sea, the inhabitants of the island
consist of strange children (or adults?) who look like miniature adults but act like kids, this
juxtaposition is most arresting and unsettling, particularly when I see the face of the first of the
eerie islanders.
I sense that the islanders are being held back from evolving by being stranded on this island,
regardless of the fact that theses strange infant/adults just want to play all day long I feel that
I want to help them to escape the island so decide to show them how to build a huge wooden boat a
bit like an ark, I pay particular attention in showing them how to make the boat waterproof using
home made tar.
Once the boat is finished I get all of the islanders on board the wooden vessel and we set sail for
a better place, but after sailing for only a short while and reaching just beyond the harbor our
ship is attacked by a sea monster.
The mysterious beast looks like a cross between a shark and an octopus but has the clear flesh of a
jellyfish. We fight the beast with the toy wooden swords that belong to the infantile islanders and
eventually manage to kill the sharktopuss.
The feat was so tiring for us though that we are unable to continue on with our voyage of discovery
and escape so we decide to turn the boat around and head back towards the island in order rest and
recuperate.
Back on the beach I discover a strange ancient console made from cream colored marble, the panel
consists of something of two large round buttons and a blank marble screen.
Immediately upon seeing the strange ancient computer I become fully lucid.
I push the large right hand button on the plinth and the rusty brown marble like swirls begin to
move in a clockwise motion similar to cream being added to a mug of stirred coffee, I become very
excited by what I see as it seems like pure magic.
I want to call out to somebody, anybody to tell them that I am lucid and that I know that I am
dreaming but I am speechless and unable to speak such is my excitement.
The cloudy swirls on the button soon begin to form something of a picture and after a while I am
able to see the portrait of a handsome bearded man appear through the marbled clouds, I think to
myself “He looks quite dashing and intriguing sporting his beard”.
The main marble screen of the console illuminates and comes to life and I witness a scene taking
place in a hospital. I see a half naked Japanese couple stood upright having sex, the couple seem to
be really enjoying themselves and receiving great pleasure from the sex.
I’m suddenly and abruptly transported to my Nan’s house and find myself on the landing just outside
the toilet, the door is open and I see a grandmotherly figure bent down next to a flip-top waste bin
in the toilet.
I immediately know that something isn’t right in the way that my Nan is stood with her back to me,
for one this person is wearing a white wig of curly hair quite unlike my Nan.
A very unpleasant and frightening voice suddenly tells me to come closer and dump the newborn baby I
am holding into the pedal bin in the toilet (the child is the one that was born from the previous
relations between the Japanese couple).
I will never do such a thing though, I creep and step forward very hesitantly wanting to see who
this figure is with their back to me as it certainly isn’t my Nan. As I get closer the figure turns
and I’m horrified to see that it is the horrible Freddy Kruger character that has been popping up in
my dreams just lately, he has disguised himself as my grandmother in something reminiscent of the
wolf from the Little Red Riding Hood fairy tale.
The tension rises terribly but I somehow manage to keep my composure and we embrace in yet another
titanic struggle eventually staggering and wrestling one another into the bathroom.
I have the Freddy character in a vicious headlock and try my best to beak his neck but it’s no good
as he’s too strong, I just have the time to notice that this probably isn’t even the Freddy
character let alone my grandmother as it looks as though the imposter is wearing another horrible
mask (like in a previous dream).
It’s too late though and whoever is haunting me punches me violently in my ribs on my right hand
side, I let out a gasp of air and a long groan. (Something which I actually do in waking life too,
waking not just myself from the nightmare but also waking my wife too, my wife mentioned it to me
later in the day noting that she thought I was having a nightmare, this is very rare and unusual for
me as it is probably the first time I have been awoken from a dream in such a way, hence the message
of the dream is probably very important).
Additional Comments:
Thoughts: The lucidity in this dream was so amazing and quite unexpected as I hadn’t planned or even hoped to have such an experience, it was unusual that it came-on half way through the dream too, the dream in itself started off very vividly (the little people grabbed my attention as they were so small and yet had adult faces, very, very eerie). It really was amazing to be this lucid as I could actually see things moving as if they were alive just like the swirls in the marble, it wasn’t jerkily animated movement either (not frame by frame or still images but very fluid and smooth, true waking life movement, just like real life….I really wanted to call out and tell somebody that I was lucid such was my excitement! I’d love to induce another experience just like this but haven’t yet figured out what triggers such spontaneous experiences, I went to bed a little earlier than normal and probably fell asleep between 10:30 p.m. and 11:00 p.m. waking at just after 3 a.m. to record Dream 1 then falling back asleep and awakening at approximately 5:40 a.m. after having the above dream. I did eat some spicy meat for tea which I’ve noticed almost always gives me lucid dreams in some form or another….in fact as I write this I had a crazy idea of maybe trying to take a little paprika before going to bed to see if it influences my dreams in any way. As regards the dream itself it contains a great deal of recurring symbolism from many of my past dreams and is probably yet another indicator of how I am moving away from a childlike world view or of seeing myself as a child or of feelings of being perceived or thought of as a child (strange for a 36 year old to say that I guess) and of adopting a more mature persona, its interesting to see how the Japanese and Italian theme seems to be constantly recurring throughout many of my dreams, this must be important somehow I feel.
Dream 1: Moving on in the mall – It is night time and I find myself in the mall close to where I live, inside it is deserted with no shoppers or shop owners about but the lights are all on and there is ‘mechanical’ activity in the shops with appliances all switched on. A trio of three unfamiliar men dressed as if from the years between the 1930’s and 1940’s are stood talking about 100 feet away from me, I eavesdrop in on them. One of the men is smartly dressed and highly educated and speaks perfect impeccable English, the other two men appear to be friends with one another, one is older than the other and they almost seem like father and son perhaps. The educated man is very wise like a philosopher or more like a psychoanalyst, he helps the two other men to resolve a psychological problem they both share, it is a very difficult problem from my perspective and their own but the intelligent man untangles their dilemma quickly with great ease. I listen as he speaks steadily with specifically chosen healing words without pause, break or hesitation, I admire the man greatly and for me he is the epitome of the perfect man. After the intelligent man has solved the problems of the other men who walk away and leave the mall he walks over to where I am sat cross-legged like an infant on the mall floor. The man comes from behind me and rests his hands on my shoulders and chats with me in a loving and fatherly sort of way, the man gives me three big heavy Christmas presents all wrapped up in colorful paper. I tear open my gifts excitedly and discover three huge voluminous antiquarian style books. I am suddenly gripped by the terrible (and irrational?) fear that everything about this drama indicates that I am going to die or will be going away from this world very soon. (The power of this dream made me wake up immediately afterwards which was at just after 3 a.m. in the morning, I wasn’t really awake but I also wasn’t asleep and began to reflect back on the dream and then fall back into its drama, the following is what happened....). The intelligent man morphs into a large grey donkey and gives out a long loud laughing “Heehaw”, I immediately feel very annoyed and aggravated at this turn of events and wonder why my subconscious would transform the intelligent man into such a symbolically and stereotypically foolish beast. I pursue the thought and silently demand and search for answers, which finally come in the form of an intuitive thought forms that one, the donkey is a beast of burden and works hard (perhaps like the intelligent man) but it also has a fun loving humorous side as expressed in its laughter and hence these are qualities I should somehow try to incorporate into myself (??).
Dream 3: Crossroads – It is daytime and I find myself at my Nan’s house, a party is being prepared by many family members from both sides of my Mum’s and Dad’s families some people are familiar and others are unfamiliar to me. My great grandmother is also present and at some point the dream drifts deeper into a soap opera which she used to like, two of my Dad’s sisters and my grandmother become actively involved in this drama whereas I and my great grandmother watch detachedly from a distance. In a farm courtyard I watch as one aunt who I can’t say I have ever dreamt of before tries to drive an old cheap English car from the 1970’s up through the gates, it seems like a struggle and she can’t quite make it so gets out and comes over to sit on some hay bales not far from where my great gran and I are stood watching like spirits. Another aunt(the artistic one who I quite admire) drives in and up onto the courtyard easily in a feminine miniature white 4x4 vehicle, she gets out of her car after parking it and then goes to sit with my other aunt on the bales of hay. The aunt with the cheap car begins to tell a sad tale of how her marriage is one of convenience there is nothing particularly bad about it but it’s not very fulfilling, the other aunt tries to help with caring guiding words but it seems like a depressing situation. Back at my Nan’s some unfamiliar long haired rocker cowboy types in long dusters and leather trousers turn up at my Nan’s and walk into the sitting room so as to join in the party. I feel very envious of the tall macho men and want to be like them, I go to look in mirror and see that I am white and pasty with black hair cut into a straggly bob, I look immature, gothic, ugly and ill (not at all what I look like in waking life!). I soon realize that everyone has brought presents with them to share except for me, this is shameful so I quickly get dressed and go out to try and buy some, unfortunately I can’t get my jeans on or to fit but eventually later and after much struggling I manage to squeeze into them. I go out to an unfamiliar area in town not far from my Nan’s where I find the streets busy with last minute shoppers, I am disappointed to see that everything has been sold and there is next to nothing left for me to buy for Christmas presents just scraps and odds and ends. I go into a cheap unoccupied open air stall which is selling cleaning products but there is nothing here of interest or which would make a nice present. Just then I see a cake stall owned by a gypsy who strikes me as being very familiar although I can’t quite place him, I see that he has a boxed selection of four cream cakes left, they represent the last of his wares so I quickly take them so as to have something to take back to my Nan’s as a present. But when I go to pay the gypsy man he rejects my €10 note because he says it comes from a French region which is also a female name and this is somehow negative seeing as I am a man. I turn and leave feeling sad and low that I will be going back empty handed, just then an unfamiliar woman falls to the floor in front of me on her hands and knees and takes up a very sexual and provocative position in front of me with her rear raised high in the air, I see that the lady is wearing a pair of bikini style panties tied into knots at the hips. The way the woman pushes her behind out at me I get the impression the woman is trying to entice me to have sex with her, but her husband is present and as much as I want to take her I feel very awkward and turn away half suppressing my desires and half feeling a strange sort of self imposed sexual abstinence.
Date of dream: Monday, December 22, 2008
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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It is daytime and I find myself floating through a pleasant sky above the countryside surrounding my
childhood home, I am not the one doing the flying though but am being assisted by two fairy tale
like characters each of whom holds one of my outstretched arms and assists and directs my flight,
the goblin like characters are a little unsettling in appearance but I sense that they are trying to
help me for the greater good.
As we float above the fields surrounding my childhood home I see way down below me the farmer (who
incidentally owned the farm in this dream ‘Relocating a farm’ from Thursday the 18th December has
harvested all his grain and wheat from his golden fields of crops. I also see that he has chopped
down the last of some dead trees that were taking up space in one corner of his field which could be
used for growing crops on.
The farmer appears to have had a bumper harvest but unfortunately has nowhere to store his grain (a
common and recurring dream theme). As I float in the sky looking down on the field I ponder the
grain storage problem and as I do this I also reflect on ways in which I could use a motorcycle to
cart away the dead trees that the farmer has sawn into more manageable logs, the farmer has a
tractor but I feel I could do a better job of towing away the old trees by using a motorcycle to
pull the trailer on which they have been stacked.
There is a lot of positivity associated with what I see but there are also bothersome little
frustrations too (bountiful grain but nowhere to store it? chopping down dead wood but how to
transport it?).
The goblin characters descend down to earth and bring me to the front door of my childhood home, as
I enter in through the front door I begin to suffer from a terrible nausea and anxiety at having to
see the old house again, I want to resist entering but am unable to do this.
Some kind of party and social gathering is taking place inside the house and I recognize some family
members but many of the people are unfamiliar to me and seem disguised somehow a little like at a
masquerade ball.
I note that my Dad is not about but my Mum is and seems to occupy two places at once, in one room
she plays a strange game with some unusual tarot like cards with her own Mum (my grandmother), but I
also see her in the sitting room chatting very intently and closely with one of the guests, this
bilocation simply adds to my nausea.
I then bump into an aunt (my Mum’s sister and the aunt who suffered the genital problem in the dream
mentioned previously ‘Relocating a farm’). The aunt takes out a photograph of her ex-husband (the
father of the wild cousin I dream of often), my uncle appears just as I remember him and quite
handsome and manly. My aunt is proud of him and still has strong feelings for him and is still in
love with him.
It is at this point that the two strange goblins push and urge me to go upstairs, I do as I am bid
but its quite frightening as the banister is missing making the stairs unsafe and making me feel
unbalanced.
At the top of the stairs on the landing I see a locked door to my left beyond which I sense is some
kind of attic which harbors an ominous secret (in reality this was my childhood bedroom door),
whatever is behind this door is dark and frightening and I want to leave immediately and go back
down stairs to get away from it.
But instead I am coerced by the two magical elf like beings and am forced to turn right into the
opposing door and enter the old bedroom of my mother and father.
The room induces further nausea as it seems to spiral in on itself in an ever tightening coiled
labyrinth. Decorating the walls of the bedroom are very frightening ornamental masks which are
crafted in the style petrifying Japanese female hags, I find the masks quite simply terrifying and I
don’t want to look at them, the black eye sockets of the masks seem to be watching me and for the
purposes of this dream are the worst thing imaginable like bottomless pits full of indescribable
horrors.
(*I have a sub-subconscious thought that this terror has something to do with a female babysitter
who used to watch over me whilst my Mum was out at work).
I suddenly snap out of the nightmare and awaken into something of another dream but which is
actually a false awakening. I find myself in my waking real life bed and I’m awoken from the
previous nightmare by my wife squeezing my left hand painfully tight almost crushing it in her hand
(no such thing happened in reality), the excruciating pain makes me delirious and sick and I roll
and fall out of bed.
I groggily awaken and we both (dream) argue in a muzzy headed ‘not quite with it’ sort of way and I
ask her why she hurt me like that.
Additional Comments:
Thoughts: I’m not really sure what to think of this dream at the moment although what I do find most striking is the continuity between this dream and the recent dream I called ‘Relocating a farm’. The location was the same, the same farmer made a reappearance and the sickly aunt also made an appearance (as did the masks I was tucking away in the attic in another recent dream), this seems like very powerful stuff and yet I don’t feel that I had any part in ‘inducing’ such a dream, its almost as if my subconscious is orchestrating the flow and progression of such dreams and dramas. I’m looking forward to seeing how this series of dreams pans out and where they will lead to, the continuity and what might be termed coincidences seems to me to have great meaning and doesn’t strike me as being a mere accident or jumble. *This thought from within my dream is possibly misplaced or misguided as I was very young at the time, I can recall the babysitter though, her name and her family, in fact one incident I recall quite clearly was being in the garden in the summertime with her and she was swinging me around in circles by my arms, it was meant to be fun and was fun for a little while but it started to hurt after a while and I wanted her to stop but she wouldn’t (of course that is not to say that this was in any way traumatic but it’s the only thing I can associate and think of at the moment).
Date of dream: Monday, December 08, 2008
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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Daytime under a fiercely scorching sun I find myself cast adrift at sea in a large old fashioned
wooden life boat, I am delirious drifting in and out of consciousness.
I am vaguely aware that I am joined in the boat by a group of very prim and proper upper class
Victorian gentlemen and ladies who because of their lengthy period of being cast adrift at sea
have also feinted, lay passed out or drift in and out of consciousness like myself.
Our story would appear to be that we set sail a long time ago from England where we suffered some
kind of maritime tragedy which left us drifting aimlessly about the seas of the world.
We must have drifted for thousands and thousands of miles as I sense and intuitively know that we
are now in the southern hemisphere.
There is a gradual lull and ceasing of the undulating waves followed by a gently scuffing and
scudding as our lifeboat reaches land and runs aground, in my disoriented state I can just make
out that we have been washed up on a long stretch of sandy beach on the southern coast of
Australia.
Still resting in the boat as the shoreline laps lazily against our boat I look up in an almost
hallucinatory way at the huge white hot flaring sun whose corona seems to burn out all other
surrounding detail.
Suddenly the pain of the searing sun is momentarily blotted out by the black cooling silhouettes
of some spindly humanoid figures that approach and stand peering down into the boat, as if feeling
the eyes of these shadowy people bearing down on us we all rouse as if being awoken from a
terrible feverish sleep.
We crawl, fall and slump out of the boat onto the beach where we gradually begin to see our
inquisitive welcoming party, a group of indigenous Australians whose skin is of the deepest jet
black. Our first thought concerns our thirst and then our hunger but we are simply too weak to
help ourselves.
Suddenly an authoritative native figure walks to the fore from behind the group of younger warrior
like men, this man has sparse feathers decorating his head and appears to be something of the
tribal witch doctor, healer or shaman.
The man approaches one of the delicate prim ladies in our group and grins a wide baleful smile
showing off his perfectly white teeth, he speaks some strange words aggressively at the delicate
lady and at the same time shakes both of his outstretched hands rattling them at her as if casting
some kind of spell or charm on the woman.
Suddenly the previously languid and delirious lady springs to life like a startled rabbit leaping
into the air just as if she had just received a huge jolt of electricity, as if being controlled
via the means of some remote controlled voodoo doll like force she tears off her billowing
Victorian clothes to reveal her voluptuous body and in animalistic frenzy she pounces on each of
her castaway acquaintances and ravishes them each sexually.
The other gentlemen and ladies unaffected by the spell scream and cry at the woman’s uncontrolled
and wanton nature which is much to the amusement and laughter of the natives. After the
transformed woman has had her fill of the others she turns and pounces on me knocking me onto the
shoreline where the beach meets the sea, the woman rapes me like an uncontrolled unimaginably
powerful lioness.
I feel quite petrified and rigid as the savage woman rides up and down on top of me it’s also
quite painful as the woman is completely focused on satisfying her own sexual needs and has no
real consideration for myself.
I note that the woman has an unusual sweaty black oil oozing from the pores of her skin this sebum
like fluid is gradually discoloring her skin making it darker.
But much more terrifying than the woman’s savage transformation are her eyes, as the woman pounds
up and down on top of me she looks at me with her eyes and I’m utterly terrified to see that they
are pure black, the whites and all, pure glassy black, her eyes are utterly and unimaginably
petrifying.
Additional Comments:
Thoughts: This dream would seem to confirm my thoughts and assumptions about what the symbol of Australia represents in my dream universe (at least for the moment I guess) with the earth representing the greater self (a bit like with the idea of Gaia) and the northern upper most area representing the reasoning portion (the north being where the head is) and the southerly zone symbolizing the instinctual genital region, the watery voyage possibly representing something of an exploration and a warming of emotions (from the cold waters of the north to the warmer waters of the south). The above dream seems linked to quite a few of my past Australia dreams particularly this one called ‘A land down under.’ from the 2nd December.
Dream 2: Gothic genetic disorder – Daytime and I find myself in an eerie stretch of countryside on an old dirt road, to my right is an overgrown embankment with what looks like an old ivy covered mausoleum or open crypt set into its side, feeling fearless I crouch down and head on into the crypt. Inside I see a somber looking woman sat silently to one side on a stone bench, the woman has very specific features and has the physical Gothic facial features of a medieval Cathedral statue of a saintly woman. There is another person in the crypt a young boy who is the son of the saintly Gothic woman, although he appears to be perhaps 10 years old I instinctively know that he is just a baby and is much younger than his physical appearance would suggest. When the boy turns I see that he shares the same Gothic features as his mother but more horrifyingly I see that the boy doesn’t have a rib cage and his fleshy lungs are fully exposed, its is an utterly sickening and stomach churning sight. The boy who is completely naked also appears to have deformed genitals his testicles look swollen and badly chaffed sort of irradiated and are not in the usual position beneath his penis but rest tightly atop his penis. The boy’s appearance is unimaginably pitiful and depressing but the child himself seems just happy to be alive no matter how short his life is going to be, I watch as he walks over to a series of shelves in the crypt where he has some little jade ornaments placed, apparently this collection is the boys pride and joy and raison d'être. The mother’s melancholy and silent despair is due to her knowing that her son’s disease is the result of a genetic disorder that she has passed onto him, she seems to wait patiently and sadly as she knows that her boy is going to die very soon. I hear some activity back outside so turn and leave, outdoors I see my wife with an unfamiliar dream friend of hers. My wife’s friend asks me for my camera as she would like to have a photograph of me as a memento, the way this is asked is as if I’m not going to be around much longer at least in my current state. My wife then says that she would like to purchase a blanket for the mother in the crypt, the blanket my wife intends to purchase comes to a value of £18.62 I ponder her suggestion but it strikes me as being a cheap and if I were to purchase the blanket I would want to spend much more and buy the finest one money could possibly buy (the urge was to remove the decimal point from my wife’s figure making a value of £1862).
Dream 3: Superheroes and superzeroes – Night time in a big American city and the air is all of a buzz with a Superhero action adventure like atmosphere. I find myself thrown into a drama where I feel like I am a superhero climbing up a tall Empire State Building skyscraper a little like how King Kong does in the movie, I feel like I am trying to reach the communication antennae way up at the very top of the building. I am being pursued from below by an even larger hulky bulky futuristic super villain clad in off-white all encompassing body armor. The baddy seems to make ground on me and I struggle to climb faster and faster, the villain eventually catches up to me and there is something of a minor struggle, I panic but as if out of nowhere a gargantuan godly hand gently plucks me safely from the skyscraper and removes me from the theatre of conflict. As I relax and submit to the titanic hand and just dangle extremely comfortably suspended in mid-air by the immense pinched fingers I see my previous pursuer lose grip on the building, the strange bulky armor clad robotic being slowly falls way back down to earth looking helplessly up to me before eventually hitting the ground way, way down below with a very pleasing Wile E. Coyote like “PAFF!!” and puff of smoke.
