Date of dream: Monday, December 15, 2008
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness: 
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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Daytime and I find myself in a familiar supermarket back in the town where I lived about 10 years
ago, my Mum and stepfather have brought me here and they stroll around together browsing whilst I go
off and mooch around by myself.
I wander around vaguely knowing in the back of my dream mind that there is something I am looking
for but my slightly dazed malaise keeps me from really knowing what it is I seek.
I wander past a shelf full of motorcycle magazines briefly reflecting on them perhaps being what I
seek, but they hold no real appeal for me and I continue on past them.
As I turn the corner at the end of the aisle I see an upright display of various dice some of which
are packaged in presentation boxes each with a small lead figurine. I suddenly remember by seeing
this display that what I seek is a dice. I pick up many of the selection boxes and see different
dice but not the kind I’m looking for, I even see a purple 20 sided dice but this is not what I seek
either.
Just as I am about to give up there it is and I see it, a beautiful pink 8 sided dice made from some
kind of delicately carved sparkly pink marble. I quickly pick up the gem and clutch it preciously
and go over to the checkout to pay for it.
The lady at the till tells me that the dice costs 35p, I’m very pleasantly surprised by the very
reasonable price and take out my wallet to pay. I feel very firm and insistent that I pay the lady
the exact amount in loose change (it’s a question of honor or respect) I therefore carefully take
out from my wallet 3 ten pence pieces, 2 two pence pieces and a penny.
Something about paying the exact amount for my dice pleases me greatly and as I slowly rise into the
waking world from my sleep (this was an early morning dream) my waking consciousness kicks into gear
and half dreaming half awake I try to perceive the significance of the dream....8*8=36 (I think to
myself?) therefore I must have had a great deal with the dice as it only cost me 35p (36-35=1).
Additional Comments:
Thoughts: The symbolism of various polyhedra is something that has been recurring quite regularly for me for the second half of this year a bit like in this dream ‘Merlin’s cave.’
from Wednesday the 5th of November 2008 (in that dream it was a tetrahedron with four triangular faces, this might be seen as a doubling to create the 8 sided octahedron in the above dream). The dice itself perhaps represents chance or fate and my willingness to either take risks or grasp new opportunities, the octahedral shape in itself possibly represents fire, a catalyst, the spark and ignition. My incorrect calculation where 8*8=36 is probably not a mistake in the symbolic sense, I have not long turned 36 years of age and in that light the dream might be an indicator that I need to start taking more chances in my life and being more spontaneous a bit like with my watch dreams, the only difference here being that I have taken up the challenge of the dice and bought into it by handing over the values of my previous self (35p), growing up (the 1 left over from subtracting 35 from 36 representing a fresh start) and accepted it whereas with the watches they always seemed out of grasp. The motorcycle magazines I seemed to walk on by may represent a form of freedom which cannot yet be attained without embracing chance, fate and even risk. The little golem like lead figurines in some packets of the dice most probably represents the opportunity for transformation probably a psychological and alchemical type of metamorphosis (lead into gold), the grey figurines seemed ripe for painting in fancy bright colors by whomever should buy them.
Date of dream: Friday, November 14, 2008
Level of Lucidity:
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
Yes
Lucid Technique: MILD
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Morning time and I find myself visiting a familiar and yet unfamiliar cosy library, I have planned
to meet a friend here but it is early and she hasn’t arrived yet.
I stroll about the library enjoying the lovely homely and friendly ambiance I feel spoiled for
choice with so many wonderful books to take down form the shelves and explore. I momentarily
reflect on how many books my library ticket will allow me to borrow, 12 would seem to be the limit,
I feel eager to take as many choice books as possible.
But strangely rather than make a thorough exploration of the rows of book shelves I decide to go
over to the recently returned book trolley and inspect the books here instead, it’s almost as if I
am just casually browsing and not looking for anything in particular.
I see two books amongst the pile that catch my eye and look vaguely familiar the two books are
small hardbacks with glossy covers. The books are thin and tall and don’t really look like fiction
books at all, one looks like a fine wine guide or a hotel guide whereas the other looks like a
telephone and address notebook with indented pages with tabs that bear each letter of the alphabet.
In actuality the books are novels by the crime writer Agatha Christie and look very much like two
novels I recognise with the first being ‘At Bertram's Hotel’ (the book which incidentally looks
like the fine wine and hotel guide) and the other which shows an island seaside scene with
seagulls ‘Evil Under the Sun’ (which has the semblance of a personal telephone directory).
The books aren’t quite the novels I recall though and seem to be new stories in their own right but
in the vein of the ones mentioned above, I pick the books up and add them to a pile of ten other
scrolls, manuscripts and wallet folders I have tucked under my left arm in order to complete my
selection of twelve choices.
I continue to stroll around the library waiting for my friend to arrive, morning turns to midday
and midday eventually turns to the afternoon. As evening time draws on I see a female manager from
my place of work walk into the library, I watch her from a distance and feel an instant profound
attraction to her.
As the night draws on I find myself lying on a bench in the arms of the manageress she has her
right arm wrapped around me and her left arm folded around my direct male manager from work. The
manageress has her blouse unbuttoned and the male manager and I are both suckling from her breasts
in a quasi-childlike/adult fashion there is something slightly maternal in all of this but much
deeper than that are profound sexual feelings, there is a lot of touching too with my hand
venturing down to the manageress crotch.
I start to feel very jealous of my manager and want to push or kick him out of the manageress other
arm like some kind of vindictive evil twin, then I know I could have her all to myself and we could
make love together alone. I feel very aroused and don’t have any of the condom anxiety I experience
in past dreams but unfortunately my plans of seduction appear thwarted in part because I feel too
immature and small compared to the manageress and lack the courage and also because the situation
isn’t panning out as I would have hoped.
I was hoping that the longer the night time drew on the better chance I would have of finding
myself alone with the manageress, but unfortunately the librarians aren’t going to leave and lock
up until everyone else has left.
As the librarians beckon everyone out before closing time I look back to the manageress still
holding my manager and feel very frustrated.
I decide to walk to a grandparent’s house that I very rarely dream of and then take a shower to
wash and cool off, my father is stood outside of the shower and is talking to me whilst I scrub
myself. My fathers presence aggravates me slightly and I feel that he doesn’t have anything of
interest or of worth to help guide me with, I feel more self confident than he and don’t feel that
I need his help or interference.
Additional Comments:
Thoughts: The two books I picked up may be significant somehow I feel as they seemed to double up as other kinds of books, incidentally my Mum had a copy of the book ‘Evil Under the Sun’ when I was very, very small the book jacket had a painting of a little feminine polystyrene doll on it wearing a bathing costume, it will be probably sound very strange to say but at the time I must have been only 5 or 6 years old perhaps but I had a crush on the doll in the picture and I can recall with clear memory that I hid the book away so that doll in the picture would be somehow mine and I could always keep her, but of course my Mum found me hiding the book but its one of those peculiar childhood memories which still seems to hold a lot power (and probably some deep symbolism) to this day. The manageress who appeared in my dream isn’t a person who I really speak with in waking life all that much her character in this dream was quite unlike how she is in waking life. The symbolism where I was taking the shower with my father standing waiting is probably very meaningful too as I have a lot of issues with my father which I am trying to overcome and leave behind me.
Date of dream: Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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I find myself in the top floor suite of a very exclusive hotel the room is the kind which is
reserved for special guests and very important people.
The room is square shaped and decorated in rich burgundy red flock wall paper and draperies, the
half of the room I am stood in looks like a typical elegant lounge but the second portion of the
room beyond me has two large deep claret coloured theatre curtains held wide open with sashes
beyond which is a real sandy beach which runs off for as far as the eye can see into the distance.
(The panoramic ‘real’ beach scene although seemingly out of place in the top floor room of a hotel
did not arouse any questions in me such was my apparent acceptance of the drama).
The tide is way, way out allowing me ample time to explore the sandy beach at my leisure, I begin
digging with my hands into the moist wet sand and begin unearthing pieces of beige and honey
coloured sand stone which have fossils embossed onto their surface. In fact I soon realise that the
fossils aren’t individual fossils but were at one time one huge fossil which became broken apart
into many pieces.
I make it my task in the dream to unearth all of the broken fragments of sandstone and piece them
back together like a jigsaw so as to discover what the fossilised creature was. I have to be very
careful though as the sandstone is very fragile and there is a danger that the pieces will crumble
and break in my hands before I have the chance to arrange the pieces and solve the prehistoric
mystery.
As I sit contentedly on the beach in my room going about my archaeological investigations my father
comes into the room unbeknownst to me and comes up behind me and puts his arms around me as if to
give me a hug, I flinch instinctively and shrug him off me. My Dad tells me that he wants to help
me with my fossil enigma but I crossly tell him that I don’t need his help and I can solve this
mystery by myself, and with that my father fades from the room leaving me in peace on the beach.
I unearth more and more pieces of the fragile sandstone until I have a very large mosaic of various
sized fossil pieces laid out before me. I can now clearly see that the fossil is that of a large
ancient shark.
Even though I have solved my prehistoric puzzle I have an immense hunger to learn more and discover
more fossils, so with that and with great fervour I step back into the other half of my room from
the beach and begin trying to lift up the huge red granite floor slabs of the suite in search of
more fossils.
It soon becomes clear though that my search is somewhat desperate and unnecessary as I have already
solved my mystery, rather than finding more fossils beneath the huge, heavy red floor tiles all I
find is a small plumbing pipe.
This small pipe would appear to be some kind of outflow coming from somewhere else in the building
for miniscule amounts of water, I conclude that just one drop of water trickles out from the pipe
over millennia and eons and secretes itself beneath the granite floor tile.
The minute quantity of water means that this excess is easily absorbed into the sediment beneath
the tile by the time next drop of water trickles out from the end of the coppery tube thousands and
thousands of years later.
Additional Comments:
Thoughts: The shark is something of a recurring symbol for me and isn’t always necessarily a bad omen, I think I need to try to understand the symbolism of this ancient creature better much like I was trying to see the bigger picture and comprehend the jigsaw puzzle of fossil pieces in my dream. Seeing as my father made an appearance in this dream the drama may be linked to him somehow, putting aside literal meanings for the moment, whatever this drama represents it would seem to symbolise something old (prehistoric, or ‘pre’ my own personal history) possibly a subconscious childhood puzzle or issue which I am trying to piece together and better understand. The droplets of water which took millennia to drip had a karmic air and something of the wheel of time or a water clock about them.
Dream 1: Donut pyramid sex toy – Daytime and I have driven my wife at her request to a terrace of vaguely familiar suburban (dream) shops. One of the shops is a sex shop and this is the shop that my wife wants to visit, I wait in the drivers seat and watch as my wife heads on inside. From my position in the car I look in through the front window of the shop and see some unusual sex toys in containers on the floor which look like a simple educational toy I remember from my childhood. The toy is very large (impractically large for whatever I can physically imagine it being used for) and looks like an erect plastic pole on a circular base over which multicoloured plastic donuts of varying sizes are placed, the idea being that the largest donut is placed over the small pole first and then the next largest and so on until the pyramid like cone has been completed. In this shop though the donuts are an industrial egg yoke yellow colour with a black pole making them looks vaguely like traffic cones, I like the look of this toy and feel like getting out of the car and going into the shop to buy it.
Dream 3: The guiding Finn – Daytime and I find myself (or the dreaming consciousness part of me) thrown into a hectic drama somewhere in the scorching deserts of Arabia in a medieval alternate reality full of anachronisms. I am watching a drama unfold detachedly from another part of myself who is a huge barbarian like figure who lives in the desert with his fellow warriors but who is not somehow Arabic but perhaps Germanic. I watch as a swathe of medieval knights on horseback come riding up over some sand dunes and make an assault on the barbarian camp, the knights and particularly the horses are clad in an all encompassing shell of armadillo like plate armour. I as the barbarian gruffly get up from my seat and wielding an immense double-headed battle axe swing it and then launch it in the direction of the crusaders, the spinning axe ploughs straight through the lines of advancing warriors and horses slicing and knocking them over with ease just like skittles. The carnage subsides and the scene abruptly but fluidly segues into a new drama which takes place at my childhood home, I still have the same barbarian like frenzy from the previous drama and am again holding an axe albeit a long handled logging axe. I feel that I have to use the axe in order to let out a huge amount of pent up anger and energy so I go to the storage space beneath the stairs where I know I will be find some logs stored for firewood (?) and which I will be able to chop up into smaller pieces in order to let off some steam. Unfortunately when I open the little door and find the wood I discover that it has already been chopped into smaller pieces, my need to let out my barbarian rage is just about to reach boiling point when an unfamiliar man appears beside me and tells me to calm myself. The man is dressed in contemporary green military uniform and has blond longish haircut into something of a bowl style with a shortly cropped beard. The man befriends me and tells me that he is Finnish and is from the army in Finland and has come to help me, we both go for a walk together along the abandoned familiar old railway line near to my childhood home where we chat to one another about anything and everything particularly what his life was like back in Finland in the army I try to impress the man by telling him that my brother-in-law was in the army too. Suddenly repetitive gunfire cracks out and echoes off into the surrounding countryside, about a kilometre ahead of me down the perfectly straight railway line I see a girl from my primary school who I dream of often from time to time, some enemy soldiers have suddenly stepped out in front of her and mown her down in a hail of machine gun fire. I panic like crazy and go into shock as we too are spotted and shot at, my Finnish friend grabs me by the shoulder and drags me down into a ditch where we crawl along in an army style on our stomachs back the way we came in a kind of retreat, as we crawl one way enemy soldier crawl the other way right besides us but with their backs to us and in reverse, they either seem oblivious to our presence or are forced to submit to a ceasefire whilst we withdraw.
