Date of dream: Friday, November 28, 2008
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness: 
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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It is daytime and I find myself outdoors on a grassy mountain top, the lay of the land here is
full of dips, bumps and slopes and looks just like a mountain bicycle course.
I see my Mother over the way speaking with an aunt from my Dad’s side of the family, the aunt is
telling my Mum that her uncle Gordon (no such uncle exists in reality, the name must be meaningful
in some way I feel) has recently passed away. My Mum doesn’t seem at all compassionate to my
aunt’s plight in fact she seems quite angry and cross and I sense a great deal of family tension
and bitterness.
For my part I am casually and gently riding a mountain bicycle around the mountain top, I have
just returned from an epic mountain bicycle marathon from which I emerged victorious, the winner
and champion of the long drawn out competition.
As I contentedly freewheel leisurely around the natural rugged terrain I sense very much that my
Mum and other family members very strongly want for me to do another marathon as they think that
this will somehow help to resolve all of their family problems.
This is something I cannot do though as the previous marathon has brought me to a state of
complete and utter exhaustion and I have no more energy to do it all over again, besides I don’t
feel the need to enter into such another competition again as I proved myself and have achieved
all that there is to achieve.
Additional Comments:
Thoughts: This is probably another slight anxiety dream about visiting family in the coming days but which perhaps also shows how I’m learning to rise above and move on from the petty squabbles and family divisions and concentrate on my own life.
Dream 2: NO coins – Daytime at work in the canteen and a portly work colleague comes over to me and asks me if I can change one coin of value 10 into two for him. I dip my hand into my pocket and take out two coins one of which is a perfect circle and the other a square with slightly rounded corners, the way the square coin sit to the left of the circular coin in the palm of my hand symbolically and abstractly look like the word ‘NO’. I realize the meaning of the coins and tell my colleague “No” and that I cannot change the coin for him, my reason for saying this is that I know that he wants the coins to use them to purchase unhealthy junk food snacks from the vending machine.
Date of dream: Wednesday, September 03, 2008
Level of Lucidity:
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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It’s daytime and I find myself as an observer in an unfamiliar deserted ghost town, I see large
posters pasted up onto the buildings which tell the heartrending story of a young girl who is dying
from a terminal illness the doctors say that she only has 1 year left to live before all of her
internal organs shut down and she dies. The girl’s sad tale is something of the deserted town’s
main focal point and news story.
As I stand at one end of an abandoned street I see a lady off in the distance driving a mobile
snack vending van across the top road which runs perpendicular to the one I am stood on, in seeing
her I immediately pick up on the woman’s story. The lady who is not related to the sickly girl has
given up everything and devoted her life to help raise money for the girl who is dying by selling
hamburgers to the townsfolk.
The van pulls up and stops to try and to sell some hamburgers (which seems kind of strange now I
think about it as the town was completely deserted) I then go inside the van as a detached
observer. I see the fundraising lady serving behind a counter she has a very familiar face although
I can’t place her, she is older than I am with a kind of long bobbed haircut dyed in a deep cherry
mahogany colour which seems very significant and a point of pride for her.
The charitable lady is accompanied by two younger silent and reserved dark haired male helpers, the
men are very watchful and attentive almost stern and although they look a little Mediterranean I am
aware that one of them is Scottish. A lady suddenly comes inside the little snack-mobile and asks
for a burger, the lady immediately comes across as being very impertinent, fussy and disrespectful
to the charitable lady who is serving. The rude lady demands a special finicky burger with some
items removed and extra things added.
The poor charitable lady has such a sad distraught look of disbelief on her face at the rude lady’s
request, its because her burgers are all the same and there is no menu to choose from, this is
because she is running a charity and that she hopes that people will buy her burgers in good spirit
and in order to help the little girl who dying. The rude lady appears vaguely drunk and it is
explained to her that the burgers are not what is important here but it is the money raised by
their sale which is vital.
Additional Comments:
Thoughts: I’ll have to think about this one some more as I haven’t much of a clue what it could be about at the moment. I guess it must sound like such a stupid dream but it was extremely emotional and very striking and I still find it difficult to get the image of the anguished charity workers face out of mind, the look of disbelief she had on her face as the rude lady asked her for the fussy burger was very haunting.
Dream 1: The toy crystal ball – I find myself inside an unfamiliar old fashioned Victorian styled house in an upstairs bedroom, I am accompanied by my wife. It would appear that my wife has some kind of miniature glowing red crystal ball which she uses to communicate with her sister like some kind of portable telephone. My wife had previously sent a message using the gadget and then tossed the small golf ball sized orb down onto the bed. I pick it up to take a closer look at the curiosity. I rub the tiny sphere in my palms just like a mystic might do and low and behold the glowing red mists and fog within the orb dissipate to reveal my sister-in-laws incoming reply to my wife’s message, the little message is displayed in digital text which scrolls from left to right a bit like with the post offices digital messaging system. The sister’s message concerns something to do with sex and balance (the balance seemed significant as I was very close to waking here and knew that this is my sister-in-laws astrological sign). The contents of the note seem interesting and I even wonder if they are talking about me. I find the orb very novel but its hi-techness turns me off and I find it a bit gimmicky like a children’s toy or gadget, I toss it down on to the bed in turn after having been momentarily amused by it.
Dream 2: Satellite dishes – Daytime and I find myself in an outdoor location with a high vantage point which gives a view out over a remote forested valley full of many closely knit houses, I observe a man who climbs up onto the roofs of the properties to look at and study the vast array of satellite dishes that are fixed to the roof tops. Each and every house has a satellite dish and it makes for quite an amazing spectacle as there are so many all in such close proximity to one another. Later I find myself walking with my wife along a familiar street in my childhood hometown, my wife explains that she is taking me to a satellite dish sales shop in order to buy a new dish, apparently she tells me that new satellite dishes aren’t that expensive at all these days and only cost £20. As we get closer to the shop I realise that in waking life this dream satellite shop is actually a hairdressers.
Dream 3: Challenge leathers – Daytime and I’m stood by the side of a countryside road in what feels like America, I watch as two motorcycle riders are pursued by some men in an old Volkswagen surfers style van. The motorcyclists seem like good guys and the men in the van the baddies, the whole dream has the air of a 1980’s kids action adventure series something like Streethawk or The A-Team. As the two riders approach I see that on their very 80’s style white one piece leathers and stitched onto the right leg are the words ‘CHALLENGE’, the word seems both meaningful to me like a kind of sign but that it is also the name of the manufacturer of the leathers too. It suddenly comes back to me that I used to have a pair of these exact same leathers in waking life but mine were black (a dream memory as I’ve never owned a pair of leathers like these ones with such lettering stitched onto them). As the riders whiz past me I watch as they slide there bikes purposely down onto the floor and seemingly disappear leaving just their saggy empty leathers lying on the floor, it would seem to be an attempt to foil their pursuers. The chasing van drives past the leathers and fallen motorcycles before stopping a few yards up ahead, I imagine the occupants are wondering where the riders went to. After the baddies have gone past I watch with amazement as the two motorcycle riders reappear from within their leather suits which seem to re-inflate with their arms, legs and head popping out from inside of their protective costume just like a tortoise re-emerging from its shell after a fright. This quick thinking manoeuvre allows the two riders to hop back on the motorcycles and make a quick getaway in the opposite direction in which they were heading.
Dream 5: One man’s hell – Daytime on the deserted outskirts of a town in a vaguely familiar environment I see a property surrounded by a tall shabby wooden fence, the tall double doors are open a jar and I’m curious to see what is going inside there. I mosey on over and step in through the door set in the fence to find a cobbled courtyard where a large makeshift workshop resides next to an old house, the surface of the large yard is made of molten yellow lava and white hot rocks. I see a familiar work colleague walking about with large scraps of polystyrene foam I continue to watch as the colleague disposes of the foam in an indoor cellar, this basement looks almost like a stereotypical version of hell something like a rocky pit brightly lit with glowing lava, the colleague is melting and incinerating the foam indoor in a similarly hot molten environment. I note that I can actually walk on the lava and rocks without coming to harm, in fact the lava is surprising cold and chilly to walk upon. I go over to ask the colleague why the lava is as it is but looking down through a primitive window in the shed like area I see him deeply entranced below in the fiery pit stood on the spot in a kind of profound wide eyed stare into space.
Date of dream: Sunday, August 17, 2008
Level of Lucidity:
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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It’s night time under a thick black thunderous brooding sky I find myself on board an old wooden
tall sail ship which has dropped anchor in a small bay. There are three people aboard the ship,
myself, a school friend I can’t ever recall dreaming of before and a captain who is very
reminiscent of the pirate like androgynous principle characters from these two dreams, the witch
from ‘The one-eyed witch.’ from Sunday the 10th August and the Lucifer character from this
dream ‘Venus animus.’ from the 15th August.
The ship is being tossed about violently in the bay and is being really battered and smashed to
pieces against the rocks, the school friend and I try to convince the captain to come ashore in
order to avoid a certain watery demise but he/she won’t listen and insists on staying on board in
order to try and save his/her ship.
In the end the friend and I decide to row ashore and leave the stubborn captain to his/her fate, as
we walk up the beach and through the small cobbled lanes of the old worldly fishing village I pick
up two handfuls of sand and rub them into my ears just as if I were using it as some kind of
abrasive scrub to clean them out.
Additional Comments:
Thoughts: I had some pretty weird dreams last night but out of them all the act of picking up the two handfuls of sand and cleaning my ears out with the makeshift scrub seemed the most significant and meaningful. I ‘m not really sure what the symbolism represents exactly but I guess it has something to do either with ignorance or denial or perhaps not listening to something important and/or having blocked something out and now having opened myself up to whatever that might have been, the sea might represent my subconscious and the captain of the ship an aspect of myself that has been very controlling and led me into difficult waters. Another dream from this night saw my Nan start smoking heavily again between 40 and 80 cigarettes a day, her sitting room was full of thick smoke and she was literally smoking a couple of cigarettes all at once. Another dream had me sat in a library reading a large compendium of fairy tales all of which were illustrated in the style of Arthur Rackham, many of the images started out abstract and seemed to represent armour in the form of insect scales and carapaces but as I focused more intently I noticed that many of the pictures weren’t really up to his standard though. The last picture I see is of a young man rescuing a young lady the colours are very medieval and sort of muted but also surprisingly bright or rich.
