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It is daytime and I have driven through impossibly narrow twisty back streets of an unfamiliar
suburban area to find myself in something of a new and pleasant dream environment.
I meet a female work colleague (who is incidentally Italian) who has invited me to eat out at a
nearby restaurant with her, there is an air of romance in the air but I am worried about wife’s
reaction on finding out about my going out on this date.
It turns out that the invitation to the restaurant would have been a group affair with the
colleague’s friends anyway so there wouldn’t have been any reason to worry. (Just as a note I have
never dreamt of this person before, share none of the feelings I had in this dream for her and only
know her to say hello to in waking life).
Instead of going to the restaurant with the colleague I am instead invited to her nearby apartment
where she makes a call on a telephone and puts me in touch with another female work colleague (who I
have never dreamt of before either) and who is incidentally from the southern hemisphere
(Australasia) and who is back there living (in the dream), this colleague has not long given birth
to a (dream) baby.
I ask the other colleague on the telephone many questions about how she and the baby are and what
she is up to but she soon gets bored of listening to me, it would appear that now she has a baby her
child is more important to her now and occupies her interest more than I do.
After the call the Italian female colleague then takes me to a large office building which also
appears to be a college for the arts too, it is familiar and yet unfamiliar to me. It is the last
day of work and a big celebration is soon to take place but first I have to make a special cake so I
head of to a vacant classroom for teaching cookery.
The cake I make is made from an unusual thick golden slightly sparkly yellow mixture this mixture
strikes me as being very important and has special qualities, somehow magical.
It takes me a long time to make the cake and when it is finished I put the principle portion of the
mix into a square container and the remaining ball of dough into a smaller circular tub.
The strange dough is edible but is something more akin to Playdough and has special qualities
something like soft gold, its purpose is vague and definitely not for eating (although it could be I
feel) but I know its precious and I must keep it with me for a future purpose.
After making my cake I clean up the kitchen washing up all of my utensils and making sure that I
have switched of all of the appliances like the cooker.
As part of my tidying up I put away a hi-tech looking dentists chair and accompanying tools like
drills into a large briefcase especially made to hold such items.
Just as I am about to leave I am cornered in the cookery room by a group of unfamiliar and
suspicious, sinister looking characters, they interrogate me and demand to know whether I am a
communist or not. I feel very pressurized literally in the physical sense as the harsh interrogation
forces me into the tight corner of a large windowsill where the blue blinds are drawn shut. I insist
that I am not a communist and the shady faction seems satisfied with my answer and leaves me to
The female colleague who met me at the beginning of the dream returns to collect me after I have
made my cake and wants to take me to the ‘last day of work’ celebration which has been arranged by
some managers at my work, I gather there will be champagne, nibbles and chit-chat.
I place my two containers holding my magic golden cake and dough and place them into a carrier bag
so as to keep them hidden from any prying eyes and then head off with the colleague to join the party.
But instead the colleague takes me to an area in the college where a group of young ladies are
practicing a choreographed dance routine (a bit like in the American television series ‘Fame’ in
fact the centre for the arts in my dream was very much like in that style), the rehearsal is very
exciting and visually stimulating to watch and I find the energy, movement and clothing that the
dance troupe wears very exciting.
Thoughts: The two female colleague characters in this dream most probably refer to the recurring Italian and Australian (or in this case nearly Australian) themes in my dreams, it was a really positive dream and felt quite uplifting in a way very different from past dreams, its difficult to explain but it just ‘felt’ positive. The special golden cake and dough was particularly positive and seemed to possess magical qualities, the cake was something like marzipan I guess and could have been eaten but from within the dream I felt that it was to be kept for some other magical purpose (as an immediate association or thought, that purpose would seem to me that the golden dough was to be used to model things from, figurines and the like).
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It is daytime, the weather is fine with clouds moving quickly in strong offshore breeze, I
instinctively know that I am in Italy (just like in my other dreams from this night).
I find myself at the seaside walking down onto a peaceful beach accompanied by the top manager from
my place of work. As we pass down through two large grass tufted sand dunes in the direction of a
large white wooden beach cabin I see that the sand on the beach is beautiful, fine and very soft.
Although we don’t speak there is something of a shared ‘knowing’ between the manager and myself
concerning the relevance of the sand and the meaning of the dream.
I crouch down and pick up a handful of sand and see that it isn’t quite as fine as I had first
thought I find one or two shards of light caramel colored flint like crystals amongst the grains.
Regardless of the crystal like shards the positivity of the sand overall is incredibly uplifting and
encouraging and I know deep down inside that it will only be a matter of time now before the sea
wears down these last few shards of crystal turning them into soft sand and creating a perfect beach.
Thoughts: This felt like a really positive and great dream and might represent a shift (the sand) in my way of thinking or of seeing things, particularly in regards to my rational side (the sand) and the emotional side (the sea). I have read that the beach represents a place of transition between the physical and the spiritual. The sea I guess is already complete (or sort of is what it is) and may represent god or the all that is, but the not quite yet refined sand may represent me or the physical portion of god a little like how some religions symbolically refer to the sea as god with all streams and rivers flowing into it, in this view maybe the grains of sand on the beach represent aspects or facets of the self that are being polished and refined by through the action of the sea.
Dream 1: Italian earth, water, air & fire – I am visiting Italy with my wife on some kind of vacation, my wife waits at the hotel and tells me to take what turns out to be something of a magical mystery tour on a double decker bus by myself. I sit on the top open deck of the bus and am driven down the street, the journey in the unusual vehicle feels a little queasy and unnerving but also quite fun and different to anything I’ve tried before. As we travel down the street the ‘ride’ transforms into something of an invisible rollercoaster or tram ride where I find myself suspended high in the air travelling forwards as if sat in an invisible chair. I enter a large grand museum and am maneuvered about the various rooms high up in the air almost at ceiling level, I see many artifacts and relics and just before the ride comes to an end my invisible moving chair brings me very close to a large painted wooden ships female figurehead, in fact I feel I almost bump into it such is my closeness. The ride comes to an end and I am delivered into the museums gift shop, I look at a rack of gift cards with the intention of choosing one for my wife. The cards all have an astrology theme and I look for a card with my wife’s sun sign on it but I soon discover that that all of the various water signs have been grouped together onto one card, the card I look at is blue and has all three water signs on it Cancer, Scorpio and Pisces with simple paper cutouts of the various creatures on a watery background (as have the other elements all been grouped together on a corresponding color fire/orange and red etc.). I pick the blue water card and the make my way back to the hotel where we are staying, I crawl up the narrow, tight and claustrophobic pine wooden stairs (the walls and ceiling of this narrow passageway are also clad in pine too) and then eventually manage to squeeze into my room where wife is waiting for me.
Dream 2: Italian requisition – It is night time and I find myself living at the nun’s convent where I went to primary school, it would appear to be my home. The interior is very rundown, drab and neglected. I am accompanied by another person, a female I feel but who I cannot identify who shares the property with me. The actor Al Pacino visits the convent in the guise of a gangster, he explains that he wants to (or is going to) requisition my ‘house’ for the next few days at the bequest of some kind of mob in order to carry out some kind of big ‘job’. I seem to be willing or have no real choice in the matter so agree to what he wants, as we talk I go over to a grotty sink under a windowsill something like where a photographer might develop film but which has been abandoned for years and tinker with a small hand held angle grinder. The tool disintegrates into pieces in my hands and falls into some water on the draining board, I panic as there is a danger of an electrical shock as the live cables fall into some water. Later on I am invited to the remote island retreat of the top gang boss, he cannot leave the island nor do much from his captivity without the help of his gangster friends, he lives in luxury but is also ironically a prisoner of his own celebrity or notoriety. There is a big meeting to arrange money and taxes with all of his gangster cohorts, as all of the gangsters are invited into the bosses mansion in order to discuss there affairs, and as I watch remotely from a distance I see the tall muscly actor Pat Roach (he played the part of a rival in the first three of the Indiana Jones films and one of the Conan the Barbarian films too I think) approach the door in order to go inside with the rest of the other gangsters but he is suddenly stopped at the door and stabbed multiple times and killed by Al Pacino, I am made aware that he has been knocked off because of his close connections with his mother which are seen as being un-gang member like. A further purging of the gang subsequently takes place where other unworthy gangsters are separated out from the rest of the clique.