Date of dream: Saturday, November 08, 2008
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness: 
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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Daytime and I find myself in America in a suburb which is very affluent and habituated by all of
the, jet set, stars and celebrities, its how I imagine parts of Los Angeles, California, Hollywood
and Beverly Hills to be like.
After browsing some chic and expensive shops I walk up a steep hill towards an exclusive
hairdresser who styles the hair of the stars and wealthy. As I walk people stare at me as if I’m
weird or something of a freak, I’m vaguely aware that I’m dressed strangely somehow and it is this
which is attracting the attention of the well-to-do community but I choose to ignore it for the
time being.
As I walk up into the car park of the hair salon I see a long black stretched limo style car which
looks very much like an Italian executive sedan called a Lancia Thesis only much longer. The car
intrigues me so I walk around to the back to see what its model name is and discover that it is
called a “Ylang-ylang” (the name of a flower and fragrant essential oil). The car obviously belongs
to a very wealthy customer who is visiting the salon.
I carry on up the hill to the salon and pop on inside, strangely I walk around the salon browsing
as if I were strolling around a shop. Since I don’t appear to have visited to have a haircut I
start to get the same strange looks that everyone was giving me outside, the head stylist, a man
with long flowing blond locks and a handlebar moustache gives me a very effeminate and bitchy sort
of look as if asking me what I want, I decide to leave quickly feeling a little self-conscious and
not wanting to get into an argument.
I walk back outside and make my way back down the hill where I see two men approaching me, one of
the men is very tall and skinny and the other very short and more portly I instinctively know that
the two men are gay.
As I walk past the couple the smallest man with a finely trimmed pencil moustache says out loudly
to me in an ingratiatingly sarcastic and cruel voice “Hi Sky!” I stop and pause as the couple walks
on past me pulling spiteful smiles and snickering at me with tilted heads.
I think to myself “But my name is not Sky?” I suddenly feel impelled to look down onto my lapel and
see that there is a little badge in the form of a name tag in the shape of a bird’s wing (much like
the Honda flying wing logo) with the name “Sky” clearly written on it. But not only that I look
down at myself and see that the clothes I’m wearing consist of a bright red 1960’s style short
dress with a belt around the waist, long red patent boots and a strange little hat very much like
an air stewardess’s hat.
In fact it would seem that I’m dressed as a somewhat kinky air hostess, I actually feel very
comfortable and at ease dressed like this and it seems that it is everyone else who has a problem
with it. There is perhaps an element of self-denial lingering here too though and I somehow manage
to convince myself with double-think that I am somehow a Roman soldier as they wore skirts too, I
feel sort of feminine and masculine at the same time.
As I continue on my way down the hill towards a chic pedestrianised boulevard of exclusive cafés
and bars I think to myself that maybe its time for me to change my self-image and get out of these
clothes, but it will cost me a fortune to try and fit in with the jet set who lives here so I need
to find a cheaper solution.
And that is when I hatch my ‘James Dean’ plan, I realise that I could easily buy a pair of jeans, a
leather belt, a white t-shirt and a leather jacket at a reasonable price and still look really cool
and I would fit in with the other stars and perhaps be more accepted.
As I walk along the small avenue feeling happy with my new plan I see a father figure sat outdoors
having a drink, the man is holding a huge clump of coffee beans in his left hand which appear to
have fused together into roughly the size of a small cantaloupe melon.
The wealthy man has given his son his car to slowly parade up and down the boulevard and show off
in, the car is an American super car I recall a friend showing me which is called a ‘Saleen’* as
the deep throated engine gurgles and burbles at low revs I throw a glance over at the awesome
vehicle, nobody else seems to really to take any notice such is the normality of the scene and the
commonness of the expensive super car, but I feel stunned as I’ve never been up so close and within
touching distance of such a super sports car before.
Very much like at the beginning of the dream with the “Ylang-ylang” stretched limo I feel impelled
to walk around to the rear of the car to see what this particular model is called, once around the
back I see a badge which reads “Will Smith”**.
After a few moments of taking in the spectacle I continue on my way pondering the name of the car
and somehow struggling to remember where I’ve heard this name before, it sounds familiar from
somewhere but I just can’t recall where.
Additional Comments:
Thoughts: Lots of interesting things going on this comedy of a dream which seem to relate to the way I think I am probably (over exaggeratedly) perceived in my waking life, lots of different snippets of information too, each of which are probably relevant at some level. The Lancia Thesis limo car is possibly a reference to an idea, theory or point of view possibly in conjunction with the Ylang-ylang flower/fragrant oil (feminine symbolism). The strange name of ‘Sky’ might be a reference to the fact that my head is always in the clouds and that in turn might be linked to my air-headed waking life persona and the concept of being an air stewardess may tie-in in some bizarre way with my own thoughts of spirituality/sexuality/purity etc, etc (with flying being something of a spiritual symbol for me), the red of the costume may represent vitality perhaps as the set of clothes although wacky did make me feel at ease and I felt very comfortable and myself at some strange level regardless of everyone staring. The wing badge might be a simple reference to how I feel I might be labelled and hence seen by others. The coffee beans are another recurring symbol and are almost a certainly a reference for me to wake up, perhaps to a new idea or concept such as the ‘James Dean’ costume/persona idea and what the big powerful car symbolised too. The *Saleen super car was also interesting and it immediately made me think of the word ‘Saline’ as in the kinds of drips that are used in hospitals to replace lost nutrients and fluids in sickly patients, and also from within the dream I couldn’t associate the name **Will Smith with the actor and on waking I came up with various associations which seem to make sense to me such as the car being immensely powerful hence ‘Will Power’ and also the name Smith in conjunction with this actor a Blacksmith, a person who can create, forge and fashion things. Incidentally blacksmiths work principally with fire and I believe that this was one of the missing elements that the tetrahedron represented in my recent dream where I visited Merlin’s cave.
