Date of dream: Monday, February 16, 2009
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness: 
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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My sister-in-law and a male dream friend of hers are gathered together with me in my great uncle’s
bedroom.
The friend of my sister-in-law is an animator. I watch as he sits on my great uncle’s bed and
creates many colourful overlapping cels as part of an animation.
As my sister-in-law and I crawl onto the bed to get a better view of the animator at work I brush my
arm against her breasts and have sexual thoughts and feelings.
The animator’s completed artwork turns out not to be an animation but is a three-dimensional
cardboard diorama of a miniature colourful theatre stage complete with many cardboard cut-out
characters.
I say to everyone that we should place the model theatre facing the bedroom window so that it
receives the best of the sunlight and so that all of the cardboard figurines are able to cast shadows.
My sister-in-law and the animator think my suggestion is a great idea.
Additional Comments:
Thoughts: At first glance this dream would seem to contradict this dream ‘Shadowless’ from the 30th January 2009. The profundity of this dream is difficult to put into words it feels like an extremely important dream full of insight, perhaps one of my most important dreams yet. In the context of the dream I suspect my great uncle may represent my Shadow and my sister-in-law my Anima. It wasn’t apparent at first but when I pondered the profession of my sister-in-law’s dream friend it clicked that she almost certainly represented my feminine side as he was an Anima-tor. This word play seems very clever as it not only suggests the instilling of life but is also made up of the words Anima and Tor. The word tor comes from the Scots Gaelic tòrr which means tower. A tor is a rocky outcrop formed by weathering it is a feature usually found on the summit of a hill, the word tor can sometimes be used for the hills themselves. The tor or tower part of anima-tor may be linked to the feminine such as in myth and fairy tales like Rapunzel where a female is held captive in a tower, the weathering and revealing of the tor may be significant in some way to my own explorations of this side. The sunlight that came through the window seemed to equate to a kind of oneness or wholeness like god as opposed to the many individual characters it was shining its light upon, the fact that it was the light that created the shadows of the characters on the stage (the characters representing ones inner facets perhaps) seems deeply profound to me and is saying something very insightful about the nature of perceived good and evil or that which is known (the light) and the unknown (the dark). On the whole this dream felt extremely positive and makes me want to further understand the relationship between the Shadow and the Anima.
Dream 1: The chapel of Scorpio – I am in my grandmother’s kitchen with my wife. My Nan and my great uncle row with me they say I don’t visit enough. They want me to stay and live with them forever but I want my independence. My Nan’s brother offers me a piece of chocolate cake the dessert sits on a plate made from a section of car tyre. I convince my wife that this whole situation is wrong. I go to leave and put on my boots which I see are muddy, this is because the snow and ice that were previously on them has melted. I go to my childhood home where in the rear garden I discover a very small ancient stone shrine. This miniature holy place is dedicated to the astrological sign Scorpio, I am aware that everyone has one of these chapels devoted to their sun sign. I go inside and sweep the floor of dust and debris where I expect to find a hidden mosaic of a Scorpion beneath.
Dream 2: Futuristic escape – In a vast white futuristic space complex I am on the run in a bid to escape. I leap with great agility and use a white laser gun to fend off my opponents. The ray gun has the choice of using two different beams, one is a broken line of white light and the other is continuous line of white light.
Dream 4: Powerful prisoners of war – I am a soldier and I am parachuting in tandem with a comrade over a jungle in South East Asia. We are shot at from the ground and our parachute becomes full of holes. As our descent becomes more rapid the friction with the atmosphere causes our parachute to ignite and incinerate making us fall from the sky. We come crashing to the ground and go on the run from our enemy. We are eventually cornered on a jungle path and killed by an enemy soldier with a machine gun. A group of prisoners of war held captive in a nearby stationary railway wagon are stirred by our deaths and awaken like zombies. The P.O.W.’s break out of their prison and make a bid for freedom. The zombie P.O.W.’s overrun the enemy such are their numbers, they use anything that comes to hand as a weapon I watch as one of the P.O.W.’s uses a camera as a weapon smashing it in the process.
Date of dream: Friday, December 05, 2008
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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It is morning time and I find myself in the city where I went to art college about 15 years ago. I
am travelling as a passenger in a little white hatchback car which is being driven by my little
sister, my sister seems so happy and full of confidence and overflowing with positivity it feels
great to be in her presence.
As we drive along the road towards my old art college I start to see that it has fallen into
neglect* and that it has actually been closed down, the buildings doors and windows have all been
boarded up making it look derelict and abandoned.
Somehow my sister takes a magical shortcut and drives down the steps and straight through the
large boarded up double doors that lead into the art college, it’s almost as if either the
building or the car, my sister and I have transformed into ethereal spirit like substance and are
able to traverse the blocked entranceway like ghosts passing easily through a solid wall.
Once on the other side of the grimy dreary college façade and just beyond the familiar old
quadrangle we are treated to a beautiful stunning countryside landscape of rolling heavenly alpine
meadows.
We drive through this blissful landscape for some time before eventually arriving at the end of a
field which overlooks a huge motorway cutting through the landscape, the highway is reminiscent of
a big motorway that cuts through a hilly siding on the way to London.
I stand a while reflecting on the motorway before I continue to walk through the beautiful fields
and meadowland.
Later in the evening after walking many miles I eventually come upon a surreal futuristic fusion
chamber out in the middle of a dusky countryside field, the machine is surrounded by an incredible
glow of pulsating lights some of which are strangely dark and yet still light.
An archetypal Superman like character steps into the reactor via a small portal and undergoes an
amazing transformation, I watch as the superhero morphs in the style of a stop motion animation
into many different types of vehicles and transportation including land, air and water based craft.
The superhero’s metamorphosis starts off in two-dimensions and then progresses onto more solid
three-dimensional shapes, the various vehicles are very positive and uplifting of which a silver
cruise ship is most memorable and pleasing to look at.
Additional Comments:
Thoughts: *Whilst visiting England last week I passed by my old art college which has indeed been shut down, my dream version of college looked just like the sad neglected waking life version. This dream is probably about getting back in touch with my artistic side (as represented in part by the universal feminine or my sister and also more obviously in the imagery of the neglected art college). Perhaps by overcoming obstacles which aren’t really there (the ghost like boarded up entranceway) I can find happiness, peace, positive transformation and the means to travel and cope with many different life experiences (the numerous positive vehicles and craft of air, land and sea) via my art, perhaps in a personal therapeutic sort of way.
Dream 1: Day of the donut – I find myself invited to the (dream) house of a manager who is responsible for s specific (and probably relevant) department at my place of work, I have been invited along with some other unfamiliar male and female work colleagues. The manager shows me how he has decorated the walls and ceilings of his living room with a most strange toned down psychedelic marbled metallic patterned wallpaper, the room seems curiously familiar and I’m sure I’ve dreamt of it before in one guise or another, I reflect on the wallpaper and wonder why he papered the ceiling as it seems so unconventional. As I mix with the other guests I am introduced to a lady who is a Gemini, I chat with her for a few moments and find her quite captivating and find everything she has to say very interesting. I feel very happy to meet her as she is so charming but unfortunately I don’t have long to talk with her before she is whisked away and absorbed into the crowd of other guests and work colleagues. As I browse around the manager’s apartment I see an open cardboard egg box container resting on a table which is full of donuts, there aren’t quite the usual six donuts (or eggs!) in the box as the sixth donut has been partially eaten with a bite missing. Later on as the party is in full swing I decide to discreetly leave, on my way out I see a large artists portfolio sandwiched between a bureau and a wall. I take the portfolio for myself it doesn’t feel like stealing as I feel it could have been sold to me if I had asked but regardless of this I don’t pay for it and leave without anyone seeing me.
Dream 2: The melting lovers – I witness a very sexual and surreal scene of a man and woman rolling and sliding about having sex on a white tiled floor in a deep pool of some kind of thick viscous gelatinous fluid. The drama is queasily sensual and arousing almost to the point of being transcendent. The lovers appear to lose themselves in one another, their body color fades leaving them transparent and their form begins to further liquefy and melt into one before finally dissolving and becoming one with the pool of fluid.
Date of dream: Monday, October 27, 2008
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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I find myself travelling in a car with a brother-in-law that I rarely dream of, my wife and her
sister (the wife of the brother-in-law who is in the car). We drive along the lane which runs
behind the terrace of houses where some grandparents that I rarely dream of lived. A small red Mini
car blocks the lane forcing us to take a detour and I wonder to myself who could have parked the
little red car in such a thoughtless position.
After having driven left around the car I enter a small courtyard and get out of the car and I
enter a tiny cramped one roomed house which I begin to explore. The elderly couple that own this
fairy tale property aren’t at home at the moment. I see that the elderly lady of the house likes to
bake bread and whenever she makes a particularly fine loaf she varnishes it and keeps it as a
memento or souvenir of a good recipe or bake that she has had.
The elderly man of the house also has a tiny wooden chair which looks like the tiniest chair from
the Goldilocks story, the little seat is very rickety and is in need of repair I pick it up as I go
to leave the house and take it with me on my travels.
I then proceed to go up to my Nan’s house where I meet my Nan and great uncle, my uncle tells me
that he would like me to repair the chair that I carry with me. I look at the chair and see that
the back panel has merely come loose from the uprights and all that is required is that a little
wood glue be placed in the mortis and tenon joint and then it will be fine. My uncle seems
disappointed by this news and for some reason seemed to be hoping (possibly with bad intent) that
it would take me longer to fix.
I go up to my old bedroom at my Nan’s and see that it is in disarray with lots of computer games
strewn all over the floor, the games feel as though they belong to my cousin (the wild one) and
they seem to be not looked after. I pick one of the games up and see that it is some kind of war
strategy game where one strategically places little troops of soldiers on a battlefield like in a
war game. I look at the blood red cover which has a feint grotesque samurai mask filtered over the
top of it “This must be the version of the game where one either controls an army or fights against
an army of Chinese warriors” I think to myself.
I eventually feel that I have had enough of being at my Nan’s house I feel bored and there is also
a very peculiar atmosphere which is very uncomfortable and slightly unpleasant in a surreal sort of
way.
At first my Nan doesn’t want me to leave and becomes very clingy but I insist telling her that I
have to be on my way as I need to go and buy my dinner at the work or school canteen. As I walk up
the garden path my Nan calls out to me an asks me to modify the height of the garden gate making it
taller, I notice that the gate has been blocked shut with a large concrete or stone brick which I
have to move out of the way if I am to open it.
I attempt to adjust the height of the gate by drawing up the upper most part as if it were on
extensible poles but in the end I find it too finicky and a palaver and I just walk away from it as
it seems like a pointless exercise. My cousin comes outside with one of his friends and modifies
the height of the gate instead, I feel slightly emotionless and numb with the whole situation.
My Nan chases after me down the avenue and eventually catches up with me and apologises for all of
the upset and inconvenience back at her house, but when I turn to look at her I see that she
doesn’t look like my Nan but is a large Polynesian lady dressed in traditional clothes with a big
frizzy hairstyle.
I walk away from the strange ambience and goings on at my Nan’s and down into the town, as I walk
along the street many people bump into me its almost as if I’m struggling against the flow and
everyone is pushing against me almost sweeping me along.
I then accidentally bump into a little boy who is holding a large clear plastic globe full of
colourful balls of candy or bubble gums, I inadvertently knock the globe like dispenser from his
hands and it smashes to the floor spilling his candy balls all over the pavement and street, he
shouts after me half angrily and half shocked saying “Hey!”.
I decide I need to get away from the hustle and bustle of the street immediately so I take a
doorway into a shop to my left in order to get off the busy street. The interior of the shop is
entirely red and has something of a waiting room ambiance which leads out to a special room at the
rear something like a doctor’s surgery out back or beyond. The interior of the shop has been hand
painted and has a bohemian air about it. I walk to the back room where I see my younger sister (not
my little sister who I dream of more often) sat upon a bed like couch which fills the length and
breadth of the little curtained room entirely.
It would appear that my sister is something of a fringe psychoanalyst who has interests in many
forms of esoteric psychology and spiritual healing.
I sit down on the bed with my sister and we have an informal chat as I flick through a National
Geographic style magazine that my sister has lying around for clients to read whilst they wait for
a consultation with her. My sister is talking to me about her healing practice and whilst I do
listen with interest to her an article in the magazine catches my attention and draws me in.
The piece of writing in the magazine has an accompanying photograph which becomes animated as I
watch it, it portrays a South American or Native American shaman removing some kind of spiritual
parasite from the stomach of a sick man who is writhing and struggling on the floor. I watch as the
kneeling shaman withdraws (without physically penetrating the man’s stomach) a black wriggling
ghostly two-dimensional ethereal scorpion from the stomach of the man, the scorpion is animated but
not quite real looking more like an ornate smoky black Chinese shadow puppet or a little like a
modern tribal tattoo.
The magazine article seems like mumbo jumbo phooey to me so I discard the magazine to one side and
continue listening to my sister talking about her work. But something draws me back to the magazine
I was previously reading so I pick it back up and finish reading the article, I feel very
interested in either getting in touch with the shaman in the picture or the person who wrote the
editorial so I look for a name or a contact telephone number, I feel the writer has written an
accompanying book which goes into more detail about the shamanic healing practices.
My sister tells me that she has some clients waiting and that I will now have to go, I turn and
look into the waiting room and see a lady sat with her back to me anxiously smoking a cigarette
whilst another lady sits in front of her also waiting.
I go to get my shoes which I must have removed before coming into the consultation room (something
like entering a holy place) and ready myself to leave, I feel worried that the little boy whose jar
of candies I smashed on the floor in the street outdoors will still be waiting for me outside
wanting some kind of retribution against me.
Additional Comments:
Thoughts: I think I’ll need a little longer to try and untangle this one but at a basic level it seems to be about healing something from my past, the removal of the parasitic scorpion may represent an over identification with or a need to remove those negative traits associated with this sign (my own astrological sun sign).
