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I am inside a men’s public toilet and I am washing my hands with a green bar of soap.
I consider leaving the soap on the hand basin for the next person to use but I pause, reflect and
remember that this is actually my own personal bar of soap that I carry about with me so that I will
always be able to wash my hands each time I use a public lavatory.
After washing my hands I happily wrap up the soap up in a paper hand towel so as to keep it dry in
Two women enter the toilet dressed in smart suits and holding clipboards they are toilet inspectors.
I recognize one of the women as being an Italian female work colleague whereas the other older lady
The toilets are extremely clean but the older woman complains of a strong odor and points to the
domed drain covers of the urinal as if they are the source of the smell.
I tell the two women not to worry as the smell is a natural masculine odor that they are just
Thoughts: I’ve been having a few anxious days so I asked my subconscious to help me by teaching me how to let go over my worries. Symbolically it wouldn’t seem to be enough to just flush ones toxic waste down the lavatory but one also needs to ‘wash ones hands’ of the worries too, the toilet hygiene refers to mental hygiene in this context I feel. The two female toilet inspectors almost certainly represent aspects of my feminine side that are unfamiliar with the masculine outpouring. These two characters may have links with the elderly woman in Dream 3 below the old woman may represent a passing away of an old feminine emanation as opposed to the two younger toilet inspectors. Her broken blue candlestick may have characterized an idealized version of masculinity, a kind of spiritual phallus. The broken candlestick may be the male equivalent of how broken bowls and vessels in classical art often represent the loss of a female virginity, in this instance though the break represents a realization that the older woman’s ideals are not in accord with those of my greater self.
Dream 1: Thinking upside down – I am doing a headstand using the wall to the right of a staircase that descends downwards to support me. The English comedian Craig Charles in the guise of his fictional character Dave Lister from the science fiction situation comedy ‘Red Dwarf’ sits cross-legged to my left. The character of Dave explains to me that he knows a woman who is interested in having a sexual relationship with me and that he can arrange for me to meet up with her, he cautions me wryly warning that the woman is very aggressive and like an animal when she has sex.
Dream 3: Ancient stories in the changing room – I find myself in a grand book shop which also happens to be a gymnasium changing room. I see a group of ancient Greek men wearing traditional dress sat down telling epic tales to anyone wanting to listen. I turn to look at a tall full bookshelf containing more Greek heroic stories I take down a book and see a picture of a hero wearing a Corinthian helmet. I go to a smaller room where books about dreams are displayed. I take down from the shelf what I think is a little book and discover that it is actually a small electronic gadget, an alarm clock for dreams. I take another thin square book from the shelf but realize that it is not a book but a puzzle maze, again linked to dreams. I ask the assistant if he sells compact discs and he says “No” adding whilst pointing outside to the rear of the building where there is a car park “but she might”. Looking out of the window I see a little old lady preparing a table for a rummage sale. I watch as she unpacks the first of her items from a cardboard box, a deep blue glass candle stick. Unfortunately the candlestick has broken whilst in transit, when the old lady realizes this she becomes a little poignant and I share in these feelings.
Dream 4: The meeting place – My wife and I are walking along the lower end of the high street in the town where I lived about 10 years ago. We see a suspicious looking van idling at some traffic lights with nobody in the cab. My wife goes over and gets inside the lorry as she is curious to find out where it is heading, I call out to her cautioning her to be wary as it seems like a dangerous thing to do, as the lorry pulls away we call out to one another arranging a place to meet up later. I continue to walk down the street feeling uneasy about my wife getting into the strange van I see a dirty looking man walk towards me dressed in the uniform of the Queen’s Guard his clothing is unkempt. I walk across a muddy wasteland and over to the place where I arranged to meet my wife. The rendezvous looks like a busy doctor’s waiting room, I sit down at a table commandeered by two aggressive women, there is a note written on a small piece of tracing paper on the table. One of the hostile women eats some potato chips from a packet I am eating potato crisps as well but from a small container. The unfriendly woman insists that our potato crisps are not the same but I disagree and know that it is just the packaging which is different.