Date of dream: Sunday, December 21, 2008
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness: 
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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It is night time and I find myself travelling as a passenger in a car being driven by my wife, it
would appear that we have just driven down the hill from my Nan’s house and now find ourselves in my
childhood hometown.
It becomes immediately apparent that my wife is driving on the wrong side of the road and seems
disoriented and confused I try to help and offer assistance but don’t seem to be able to get through
to her. I suggest pulling over into the car park of a nearby superstore to do some shopping but my
wife ignores me and continues onto a round-a-bout where things become even more confusing because of
her misplacement on the road.
We eventually drive around the block where night turns to day and park in a street where there would
normally be a store which sells frozen food products (much like in this recent dream ‘Open to
judgment.’ from the 17th December 2008).
Unusually though in this dream the frozen food store is actually an unorthodox car mechanics garage,
a familiar manager from a specific and relevant department at my place of work comes outdoors to see
what is going on and to greet us and say hello.
I pop over to greet him and have a look about the inside of the shop which looks bizarrely like an
old fashioned barber. I see a young mechanic here who I swear I should recognize but who I
frustratingly just cannot place. Many of the young male mechanics here seem very emotional and for
some reason unknown to me some are even in tears and very emotional sobbing on one another’s shoulders.
When I go back outside I’m a little annoyed to see that the mechanic who I know but can’t place has
the bonnet raised up and is tinkering around under the hood, this makes me a bit cross as there was
nothing wrong with the car. At least I didn’t think so but the mechanic has pulled out a component
in such a way as if pulling out a dysfunctional organ from a sick person he is operating on, the
component looks a bit like a water pump or perhaps more like the reservoir where the radiator
coolant is held.
The mechanic explains that this component is faulty and needs replacing, I feel a little dumbstruck
by this revelation as I hadn’t noticed a problem with the car before, I do feel very grateful though
that the mechanics have our best interests at heart.
Additional Comments:
Thoughts: I slept very heavily last night and although my dreams felt meaningful they also seemed a bit ‘heavy’ and difficult to piece together, their messages seem familiar to me though and follow on from past themes and dramas. My only idea I have for the above dream at the moment is that in order to take back control of the car (and my life) I need to forfeit or change the component that was highlighted in the dream. The fluid reservoir and radiator almost certainly have something to do with emotions I feel, this ties in with the emotional mechanics in the dream but also the fact that such plumbing often represents the flow of emotions like in a (dream) house so I guess the same can be said of cars too except that the dream house might be said to represent the Self whereas the car ones life path.
Dream 1: Tributary tribulations – Daytime and the weather is fine, I find myself making my way through some pleasant wild countryside I note that I am a modern soldier dressed in camouflage uniform and that I am accompanied by a fellow soldier who is unfamiliar to me. We make our way through some undergrowth, parting some bushes and finally coming to a large stream. I tell my companion that we will need to cross the little river and that if we take a long enough run up we should be able to leap across it easily, the soldier I am with doesn’t seem convinced though. The water is very clear and pure and I can easily see the bottom, it appears quite shallow but looking more closely I see that is actually about knee deep and not ankle deep as I had previously thought. I suddenly see a little eel come swimming downstream, the creature instills in me unpleasant feelings, but just then a much larger eel swims down and swallows up the smaller eel. I get into the stream and struggle with the larger eel, the struggle is only slight and the larger eel soon flees back upstream seemingly frightened of my assertiveness and strength.
Dream 2: Big buffet – I find myself at a large busy buffet party in an unfamiliar location, there are familiar people such as family here as well as other people I don’t recognize. I go about the many tables picking out foods and snacks to add to my plate, as I do this I remember that I have a small scrap of paper with me which is some kind of list of favors that I need to repay to some cleaning ladies who have recently helped me, it feels extremely important that I mustn’t forget to honor my promise to repay the ladies on this list. After loading up my plate I take it back to the long table and leave my plate next to where my Mum is sat and then pop off to look for a soft drink, I eventually find a peculiar carousel dispenser which offers cans of soft drinks, the cans are crushed and damaged though I note. When I eventually get back to my seat I see that my Mum has eaten the food I had collected on my plate, I feel very disappointed and angry with my Mum for doing this, my Mum looks at me sheepishly.
Dream 3: Indifferent old friend – I have been invited to the house of my best childhood friend, his mother has invited me as he she knows he will be only visiting her for a few days and then he will be moving on again, and she thought it would be nice for us to both see one another again as adults. When I meet my friend I see that he looks a little like I remember him only more grown up, I distinctively note that his hair is going grey on the sides just like mine is at the moment. The friend and I chat awkwardly it’s a difficult situation as we clearly have very little in common anymore. My friend nonchalantly asks me as if indifferently attempting to make small talk about an art shop that he heard I had recently opened in my childhood hometown, it soon becomes apparent to me that my Mother has been going around spreading rumors and lies about me opening my own shop in the town. I feel extremely angry about this but in order to avoid embarrassment and to save face I feel that I have to continue and live up the lie about my fictional art shop, I tell the friend that the imaginary business is doing fine and that I’ve actually opened another shop in the city where I went to art college such is the original shops popularity. I feel angry and put on the spot for lying like this and feel that the next time I see my Mum I will confront her angrily about making up the story. The old friend loses interest in me and wanders off, he leaves me in a lounge where I sit down on the floor with a sister-in-law who has learning difficulties, I greet her in French and she returns the greeting, I feel awkward and in limbo just sitting there.
Date of dream: Thursday, December 18, 2008
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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(Yet another dream with very bizarre imagery and symbolism, there is continuity with preceding
dreams here so I guess there is definitely a message in there somewhere).
The dream is preceded by something of a preliminary story which is explained to me in an intuitive
non-visual sort of way. My aunt appears to be unwell or more exactly her vagina appears to be unwell
(for some bizarre reason in the dream her vagina is referred to as if in the third-person and thus a
separate entity in itself). My aunt’s vagina has the flu and suffers just like a real person might
with cold like symptoms).
The dream proper begins and it is daytime and I find myself in the lane just around the corner from
my childhood home, I have heard that the grand farm and beautiful old stone houses are being closed
down and the family that owns it are moving away. This news irks me somewhat because although the
farm has nothing really to do with me I wouldn’t want to see it closed as I feel an attachment to it
somehow, I decide to venture in through the farm gates and ask what is going on.
As I step through the gates I see a busty female farmhand teaching a newborn foal to stand on its
own legs, the little horse has only just been born moments earlier and its fur is still wet and
slimy. I feel that I cannot interrupt and ask the lady what is going on at the farm as she is very
busy doing a very important and critical job in teaching the little foal to stand up.
I bump into the older gruff farm owner (whose family name is specific and possibly relevant in a
wordplay sort of way), I understand that the farm owner is retiring and handing the farm onto his
many children who work as farmhands at the homestead.
But I understand that as part of the retirement and handing over process to his grown up children
the farm will have to be relocated. I think that this is a shame as the current farm is so nice, I
wonder what will happen to all of the animals (particularly the little chestnut colored horse that
has only just been born), it appears that everything including the animals will need to be moved and
transported to the new site where the farm will be rebuilt anew.
I am briefly introduced to a strapping young male farmhand he is one of the sons of the farm owner
and is brimming full of self-confidence, a part of me finds him cocky but this is just jealousy of
his out and out one sided pure maleness. My Mum is here as well I suddenly notice accompanied by a
little nephew (who is very intelligent and mature for his young age).
The little nephew mentions the sickness that my aunt’s vagina is suffering from that was introduced
at the beginning of the dream, he naively and innocently mentions the name of the medicine the
doctor prescribed for her in a questioning way to my Mum as if wanting to know what the medicine is
or does. The nephew says that the medicine is called “Rhizome” (A word which I must have vaguely
heard of in the past but didn’t know what it meant at all on waking. Apparently from what I have
read, in botany, a rhizome is usually the horizontal stem of a plant that is more often than not
found underground and which sends out roots and shoots) and the medicine is ‘fed’ to the vagina as
if it were an secondary or auxiliary mouth.
I’m very embarrassed by my nephews innocent blurted out question and I go deeply red out of shame,
in fact I’m so embarrassed by the talk of my aunt’s vagina’s problems that I quickly chose to run
away out of fear, as I panic I see that the young male farmhand is naked from the waist down and has
a huge tumescent penis and enormous swollen testicles (but not an erection), the entire scene is too
much and I quickly run off as fast as I can.
My Mum chases after me and eventually catches up with me at an unfamiliar house (belonging to her)
not far from my childhood home in a nearby village, I ran away here seeking refuge by locking myself
into an upstairs bedroom from the embarrassing situation but my Mum manages to confront me and
laughs and smiles off the whole strange drama telling me not to be so sensitive and that the whole
topic of my aunts vagina is nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed about.
Additional Comments:
Thoughts: This completely weird dream probably has something to do with the need to cultivate, develop and grow myself as represented by the farm and the young foal. The strange sickness that my aunt’s vagina suffered might represent some kind of symbolic anima crisis (that must sound darn weird I guess....but its all I can think of at the moment!) but in an abstract, indirect and symbolic sort of way there would seem to be a link between my aunts vagina and the new born foal (now I think about it this aunt did keep horses and was quite passionate about them).
Dream 2: Double the love – It is morning time and I find myself at an exotic holiday resort on an island somewhere in Polynesia, the hotel resort is the type with chalets or separate apartments. My wife and I have just had sex and are lying on the bed lazily there is a sun shower outside which clears the air leaving a fresh, floral and earthy sweet aroma. As I gaze outdoors dreamily at the gardens I wonder if the rain will have brought or awoken some mantis like insects in the garden, these mantises I assume are some how desiccated and reanimated with the help of rain water. This doesn’t seem to be the case though as is mirrored in the following illogical way….in my hands I hold some two or three cream colored rubbery leaves with un-sharp serrated edges, at first the leaves look like stick insect like mantises but when I look more closely I see that they are not and this leads me to conclude that there are no mantises in the garden outside either. As I continue to fondle the leaves I listen to my wife tell me a familiar story about an older man she used to know in England, apparently this man or whatever he represented is going to somehow come back into our lives or is on the island. As I listen whilst toying with the leaves all I can think about is having sex again.
Date of dream: Tuesday, December 02, 2008
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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It is night time and my wife and I have emigrated to Australia* we have a new modest apartment and
my wife already has herself a fantastic new occupation but there is some initial confusion about
my own job.
As my wife and I talk about our new life my wife vaguely asks and questions me about my work and I
tell her that I still have my old job so it’s okay and that I’ll just have to commute a bit
further that’s all, my wife laughs and says “What? you are going to commute from Europe to
Australia every day! I don’t think so!”
I suddenly realize my mistake and laugh too (a very real sort of dream laughter) and we both start
laughing and joking together at the silliness of what I said, it’s quite clear that now I have
emigrated I will have to find a new job.
Before we go out to look for a job I go into the bedroom to close the windows so as to stop the
cold night air getting in and making the room cold for when we return (this seemed like a specific
detail and not just something off the cuff).
My wife takes me to a very large modern and hi-tech mechanics garage the kind that services many
fancy and modern cars all at once, it’s almost the same kind of disciplined and organized
laboratory style mechanics workshop that race car teams use.
My wife would appear to have arranged a job interview for me at the garage I wait some time with a
group of about 15 other prospective interviewees all dressed smartly in off-white clean one piece
overalls before the head mechanic comes out to interview us.
I am surprised to discover that there is not to be an interview as such just a selection parade,
each of the interviewees including myself line up in an almost regimented military style in front
of the head mechanic. The top man walks past from his right to left pointing and simply indicating
the men he wants to work for him, I watch as he selects out virtually all of the smartly dressed
engineers except me.
The interviewer then walks away without even really acknowledging me, I sadly realize that I have
failed and am under qualified and don’t have what it takes to be an engineer and mechanic at the
moment.
I walk away back outside (onto a street in a familiar location in my childhood hometown just next
to an aunts old house when she was married to my uncle who was also a mechanic) I feel useless for
having failed the selection process, my wife is waiting for me outside and most bizarrely she has
a tiny miniature version of her own car on a leash. The little miniature car is yapping and
pulling like some kind of bizarre, surreal anthropomorphic pet puppy.
My wife hands me the pup/car on a leash and we walk back to our apartment, the little dog/car
pulls hard and excitedly it’s most strange as the tiny car is acting just like a very frisky and
playful puppy dog.
Additional Comments:
Thoughts: The emigration from the north to the southerly Australia may represent a shift from rational thinking to instinctual feeling, the rejection from the mechanics job line-up may suggest that some part of me is not yet ready for this transition or is lacking the skills to fettle and fine tune the way I go about achieving my goals and personal growth and development. The car/puppy may also represent a need to develop, discipline or nurture the means to travel my life’s path much like a mechanic might symbolically do to a car.
Dream 1: Ford GT 40 – It is night time and I am in a car travelling along a dual carriage way, there is another person in the car who I feel is the one who is perhaps doing the driving I feel that I know this person from within the dream although I cannot readily identify them. As the stretch of highway comes to an end and joins a large round-a-bout with traffic lights I see a fantastic sparkling deep blue Ford GT 40 racing car burbling away just in front of us, the super car is waiting for the lights to change, it’s an amazing and thrilling sight.
Dream 2: My German reflection – It is daytime and I find myself thrown into a frantic situation where I am a German World War II aircraft pilot whose airplane has just been shot at and I find myself having to bail out. As I jettison myself out of the surprisingly modern delta winged jet I see that the tail wing of my aircraft is missing, I rocket up into the sky before my parachute deploys and I come slowly floating down to earth. I land in England and decide to explore and walk the land of this unfamiliar (only in the dream) country. I seem to know and am aware that in waking life that I am not German but English so I set off on a mission to find a mirror so that I can look at my reflection to discover who I am and to see the ‘German’ me. I walk and walk discovering and seeing all of the English countryside before I come to a very large unfamiliar shopping mall, on the top floor of the mall is an open air stall selling candy and chocolate bars. As I walk past the mall I subconsciously brush past closely to the stall and shoplift a chocolate bar and discreetly tuck it into my pocket, as I walk away a part of me feels guilty at stealing the chocolate bar (it was also strange because a part of me didn’t even seem to realize what I had done) so I decide to return it back to where I stole it from. When I take the chocolate bar from my pocket I see written in an elegant swirling Willy Wonkeresque script the name of the chocolate bar which is “What Dreams May Come”, I replace the bar on the shelf and carry on my way before arousing the attention of any security guards who may have seen me. I head over to the public toilets where I find a mirror to look into, I prepare myself to see my German reflection and am surprised to see the lower part of an unfamiliar man’s face which actually looks very much like my own only this person has a slightly different mouth and smile, the man looks very happy and seems to have a permanent happy and pleasant smile smoothed and lined into his face. After looking at my reflection I decide to use the toilet, I relieve myself but see that some mischief-maker has blocked up the urinal with tissue paper and now the urinal won’t flush properly.
Dream 3: Intercourse with myself and many others – (A very bizarre dream which I am sure will sound completely weird, strange and perhaps even disturbing but which I am sure is symbolic at some level). I dream that I am having sex with another me or a past version of myself and after I finish I invite other males to have intercourse with this other me as well, it seems like a positive thing to do from within in the dream and the more males I can find to have sex with this other me the better (just to add that this wasn’t a sexual dream in the arousing sense at all but purely symbolic I feel and perhaps symbolizes (in a very weird way) something to do with many of my previous dreams of moving away from feminine and trying to assimilate more masculine traits and qualities).
Dream 4: Even better than the real thing – It is night time in an unfamiliar town or city I am in a shop or possibly somebody’s unfamiliar apartment (in the same location where I was in a dream a few nights ago where I saw the cast of the Happy Days TV series all washing their cars). I am sat in front of a large television screen or computer monitor I am playing a game which seems to be some kind of virtual reality, there doesn’t seem to be any kind of real objective to the game other than to replicate waking life. I look forward to and enjoy starting out playing this game, the fact that I am playing the game of life in such a free and unrestricted environment is extremely uplifting, unlike in waking life and because this is a game I feel that nothing is hindering me and that I could achieve anything and everything.
