Date of dream: Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness: 
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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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
finish cleaning.
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.
Additional Comments:
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).
Date of dream: Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Level of Lucidity:
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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(I became fully lucid half way through this dream it wasn’t planned so the experience came as quite
a surprise).
It is daytime and I find myself on a remote island far out at sea, the inhabitants of the island
consist of strange children (or adults?) who look like miniature adults but act like kids, this
juxtaposition is most arresting and unsettling, particularly when I see the face of the first of the
eerie islanders.
I sense that the islanders are being held back from evolving by being stranded on this island,
regardless of the fact that theses strange infant/adults just want to play all day long I feel that
I want to help them to escape the island so decide to show them how to build a huge wooden boat a
bit like an ark, I pay particular attention in showing them how to make the boat waterproof using
home made tar.
Once the boat is finished I get all of the islanders on board the wooden vessel and we set sail for
a better place, but after sailing for only a short while and reaching just beyond the harbor our
ship is attacked by a sea monster.
The mysterious beast looks like a cross between a shark and an octopus but has the clear flesh of a
jellyfish. We fight the beast with the toy wooden swords that belong to the infantile islanders and
eventually manage to kill the sharktopuss.
The feat was so tiring for us though that we are unable to continue on with our voyage of discovery
and escape so we decide to turn the boat around and head back towards the island in order rest and
recuperate.
Back on the beach I discover a strange ancient console made from cream colored marble, the panel
consists of something of two large round buttons and a blank marble screen.
Immediately upon seeing the strange ancient computer I become fully lucid.
I push the large right hand button on the plinth and the rusty brown marble like swirls begin to
move in a clockwise motion similar to cream being added to a mug of stirred coffee, I become very
excited by what I see as it seems like pure magic.
I want to call out to somebody, anybody to tell them that I am lucid and that I know that I am
dreaming but I am speechless and unable to speak such is my excitement.
The cloudy swirls on the button soon begin to form something of a picture and after a while I am
able to see the portrait of a handsome bearded man appear through the marbled clouds, I think to
myself “He looks quite dashing and intriguing sporting his beard”.
The main marble screen of the console illuminates and comes to life and I witness a scene taking
place in a hospital. I see a half naked Japanese couple stood upright having sex, the couple seem to
be really enjoying themselves and receiving great pleasure from the sex.
I’m suddenly and abruptly transported to my Nan’s house and find myself on the landing just outside
the toilet, the door is open and I see a grandmotherly figure bent down next to a flip-top waste bin
in the toilet.
I immediately know that something isn’t right in the way that my Nan is stood with her back to me,
for one this person is wearing a white wig of curly hair quite unlike my Nan.
A very unpleasant and frightening voice suddenly tells me to come closer and dump the newborn baby I
am holding into the pedal bin in the toilet (the child is the one that was born from the previous
relations between the Japanese couple).
I will never do such a thing though, I creep and step forward very hesitantly wanting to see who
this figure is with their back to me as it certainly isn’t my Nan. As I get closer the figure turns
and I’m horrified to see that it is the horrible Freddy Kruger character that has been popping up in
my dreams just lately, he has disguised himself as my grandmother in something reminiscent of the
wolf from the Little Red Riding Hood fairy tale.
The tension rises terribly but I somehow manage to keep my composure and we embrace in yet another
titanic struggle eventually staggering and wrestling one another into the bathroom.
I have the Freddy character in a vicious headlock and try my best to beak his neck but it’s no good
as he’s too strong, I just have the time to notice that this probably isn’t even the Freddy
character let alone my grandmother as it looks as though the imposter is wearing another horrible
mask (like in a previous dream).
It’s too late though and whoever is haunting me punches me violently in my ribs on my right hand
side, I let out a gasp of air and a long groan. (Something which I actually do in waking life too,
waking not just myself from the nightmare but also waking my wife too, my wife mentioned it to me
later in the day noting that she thought I was having a nightmare, this is very rare and unusual for
me as it is probably the first time I have been awoken from a dream in such a way, hence the message
of the dream is probably very important).
Additional Comments:
Thoughts: The lucidity in this dream was so amazing and quite unexpected as I hadn’t planned or even hoped to have such an experience, it was unusual that it came-on half way through the dream too, the dream in itself started off very vividly (the little people grabbed my attention as they were so small and yet had adult faces, very, very eerie). It really was amazing to be this lucid as I could actually see things moving as if they were alive just like the swirls in the marble, it wasn’t jerkily animated movement either (not frame by frame or still images but very fluid and smooth, true waking life movement, just like real life….I really wanted to call out and tell somebody that I was lucid such was my excitement! I’d love to induce another experience just like this but haven’t yet figured out what triggers such spontaneous experiences, I went to bed a little earlier than normal and probably fell asleep between 10:30 p.m. and 11:00 p.m. waking at just after 3 a.m. to record Dream 1 then falling back asleep and awakening at approximately 5:40 a.m. after having the above dream. I did eat some spicy meat for tea which I’ve noticed almost always gives me lucid dreams in some form or another….in fact as I write this I had a crazy idea of maybe trying to take a little paprika before going to bed to see if it influences my dreams in any way. As regards the dream itself it contains a great deal of recurring symbolism from many of my past dreams and is probably yet another indicator of how I am moving away from a childlike world view or of seeing myself as a child or of feelings of being perceived or thought of as a child (strange for a 36 year old to say that I guess) and of adopting a more mature persona, its interesting to see how the Japanese and Italian theme seems to be constantly recurring throughout many of my dreams, this must be important somehow I feel.
Dream 1: Moving on in the mall – It is night time and I find myself in the mall close to where I live, inside it is deserted with no shoppers or shop owners about but the lights are all on and there is ‘mechanical’ activity in the shops with appliances all switched on. A trio of three unfamiliar men dressed as if from the years between the 1930’s and 1940’s are stood talking about 100 feet away from me, I eavesdrop in on them. One of the men is smartly dressed and highly educated and speaks perfect impeccable English, the other two men appear to be friends with one another, one is older than the other and they almost seem like father and son perhaps. The educated man is very wise like a philosopher or more like a psychoanalyst, he helps the two other men to resolve a psychological problem they both share, it is a very difficult problem from my perspective and their own but the intelligent man untangles their dilemma quickly with great ease. I listen as he speaks steadily with specifically chosen healing words without pause, break or hesitation, I admire the man greatly and for me he is the epitome of the perfect man. After the intelligent man has solved the problems of the other men who walk away and leave the mall he walks over to where I am sat cross-legged like an infant on the mall floor. The man comes from behind me and rests his hands on my shoulders and chats with me in a loving and fatherly sort of way, the man gives me three big heavy Christmas presents all wrapped up in colorful paper. I tear open my gifts excitedly and discover three huge voluminous antiquarian style books. I am suddenly gripped by the terrible (and irrational?) fear that everything about this drama indicates that I am going to die or will be going away from this world very soon. (The power of this dream made me wake up immediately afterwards which was at just after 3 a.m. in the morning, I wasn’t really awake but I also wasn’t asleep and began to reflect back on the dream and then fall back into its drama, the following is what happened....). The intelligent man morphs into a large grey donkey and gives out a long loud laughing “Heehaw”, I immediately feel very annoyed and aggravated at this turn of events and wonder why my subconscious would transform the intelligent man into such a symbolically and stereotypically foolish beast. I pursue the thought and silently demand and search for answers, which finally come in the form of an intuitive thought forms that one, the donkey is a beast of burden and works hard (perhaps like the intelligent man) but it also has a fun loving humorous side as expressed in its laughter and hence these are qualities I should somehow try to incorporate into myself (??).
Dream 3: Crossroads – It is daytime and I find myself at my Nan’s house, a party is being prepared by many family members from both sides of my Mum’s and Dad’s families some people are familiar and others are unfamiliar to me. My great grandmother is also present and at some point the dream drifts deeper into a soap opera which she used to like, two of my Dad’s sisters and my grandmother become actively involved in this drama whereas I and my great grandmother watch detachedly from a distance. In a farm courtyard I watch as one aunt who I can’t say I have ever dreamt of before tries to drive an old cheap English car from the 1970’s up through the gates, it seems like a struggle and she can’t quite make it so gets out and comes over to sit on some hay bales not far from where my great gran and I are stood watching like spirits. Another aunt(the artistic one who I quite admire) drives in and up onto the courtyard easily in a feminine miniature white 4x4 vehicle, she gets out of her car after parking it and then goes to sit with my other aunt on the bales of hay. The aunt with the cheap car begins to tell a sad tale of how her marriage is one of convenience there is nothing particularly bad about it but it’s not very fulfilling, the other aunt tries to help with caring guiding words but it seems like a depressing situation. Back at my Nan’s some unfamiliar long haired rocker cowboy types in long dusters and leather trousers turn up at my Nan’s and walk into the sitting room so as to join in the party. I feel very envious of the tall macho men and want to be like them, I go to look in mirror and see that I am white and pasty with black hair cut into a straggly bob, I look immature, gothic, ugly and ill (not at all what I look like in waking life!). I soon realize that everyone has brought presents with them to share except for me, this is shameful so I quickly get dressed and go out to try and buy some, unfortunately I can’t get my jeans on or to fit but eventually later and after much struggling I manage to squeeze into them. I go out to an unfamiliar area in town not far from my Nan’s where I find the streets busy with last minute shoppers, I am disappointed to see that everything has been sold and there is next to nothing left for me to buy for Christmas presents just scraps and odds and ends. I go into a cheap unoccupied open air stall which is selling cleaning products but there is nothing here of interest or which would make a nice present. Just then I see a cake stall owned by a gypsy who strikes me as being very familiar although I can’t quite place him, I see that he has a boxed selection of four cream cakes left, they represent the last of his wares so I quickly take them so as to have something to take back to my Nan’s as a present. But when I go to pay the gypsy man he rejects my €10 note because he says it comes from a French region which is also a female name and this is somehow negative seeing as I am a man. I turn and leave feeling sad and low that I will be going back empty handed, just then an unfamiliar woman falls to the floor in front of me on her hands and knees and takes up a very sexual and provocative position in front of me with her rear raised high in the air, I see that the lady is wearing a pair of bikini style panties tied into knots at the hips. The way the woman pushes her behind out at me I get the impression the woman is trying to entice me to have sex with her, but her husband is present and as much as I want to take her I feel very awkward and turn away half suppressing my desires and half feeling a strange sort of self imposed sexual abstinence.
