Tempo Italiano.
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As I browse around the shop in a melancholy state I’m made aware that all of these watches are made and crafted by a master watchmaker, a lady called ‘Radiomir’**.
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Thoughts: Yet another watch dream (this would definitely seem to be becoming recurring symbolism now). The number *11 is quite an important number so I have read which represent the beginning of a new stage but at a higher level, its not the first time I’ve dreamt of the number and in the last dream that it appeared in the figure referred to the number of miles I needed to travel to reach London, this capital city might represent the centre of my being and the £11,000 watch may similarly represent my life again in abstract sort of way. The name *‘Radiomir’ is actually the name of one of the watches made by the Italian watch company although in my dream I had the feeling that my subconscious was once again playing word games. In my way of thinking and although the word is apparently Italian I would see it more like this from an English perspective, a ‘Radio’ is a kind of receiver and transmitter and ‘Mir’ was a space station if I recall correctly and in a way a kind of satellite which could also be seen as a sort of transmitter and receiver. The fact that Radiomir was a lady in my dream and the creator of the watches might suggest she is an anima figure or an aspect of my feminine side, she may have a role in the development of my greater self as represented by the number 11 watch. I guess I’ll have to give it some more thought but those were the first ideas that popped into my head, these Panerai watches really are incredibly expensive and although I like them I certainly wouldn’t spend that sort of money on one....even if I had it! The dream would simply seem to be symbolic I think and using the classy item to get a message across. Dream 1: The birth pool – I find myself at a very large vaguely familiar (in the sense of ambiance) swimming pool in fact the building is extremely large and expansive with a very modern clean minimalist contemporary interior, there isn’t just one swimming pool but many different rooms all with many varying pools of different depths. The atmosphere at this wonderful place is one of tranquillity, peace and spiritual solitude (In fact now I think about it there is a certain type of dream swimming pool I often end up visiting in my dreams which always has that very spiritual feeling, it’s very difficult to put into words quite what that spiritual feeling is though). I’ve been having a gentle relaxing swim in a medium depth pool and after I finish I climb out and walk across the large cream coloured open plan area over to another different pool, the room I enter has three high walls and there is currently no water in this room perhaps only a very thin layer on the floor. I see two ladies who are both older than me dressed in their swimming costumes one of them holds a baby, I walk up nearby to them in order to experience the ambiance of the room and watch as the both fuss over the newborn. As I walk past I hear the baby says “Hi!” to me, I turn completely startled and sort of stutter a kind “Hello” back, the baby has only just been born so how is it possible he can speak? When I look at the child’s face and head I see that it is actually very developed and that of a young man with a happy smiling face. This juxtaposition between the head and the body unsettles me greatly and makes me feel a little nauseous. I then watch as lots of water starts to run and flood into room gradually, it would appear that the room is filling up with water in order for us all to start the next aquatic experience. Although there is a tiny little bit of anxiety as the room fills with water it also quite pleasant and with an air of happy expectation something almost womb like or a feeling to do with birth. Dream 2: The dead end – (A very lengthy dream I feel, lots seemed to be happing before my recall started to pick up). It is daytime and I am travelling in the rear of a car which is being driven by a man who is strikingly familiar but who I cannot identify, it would seem that I am actually an observer as he doesn’t seem to notice me although I am directly involved in the drama rather than observing from a distance. I gather that the man is an administrator of some kind and is travelling to pick up his partner or wife who is a policewoman and who has just finished work like himself. I watch as the man pulls his car over at a designated spot where his wife stands waiting she is a lady with long red hair and dark black mascara, as soon as the lady gets into the car I immediately note a tension between the couple and that they don’t really get along, they are polite with one another but that’s about where it stops, this surprises me at first as they seemed like quite a good match. In order to make space for the police lady who is now in the front passenger seat I have to reposition some bags of shopping which are on the floor of the car, it would appear that the man has done some shopping before he came to pick his partner up, I lucidly move some packets of creamy vanilla yoghurts in order to make space and so as they won’t get squashed. On the way back to their house the man indicates right and pulls over to a turning which I can clearly see is signed as a dead end it would appear that man had thought he was taking a shortcut perhaps but hasn’t seen the sign but his wife seems to have, either way we all cut across the road to drive down this dead end road (in fact its actually closed off). When the man realises what he has done he does a U-turn and waits for the traffic to pass before continuing on his way in the same direction as before. Dream 4: Strange currency & memory loss – It is daytime and I am sat at my desk at work reading a large art folio book of dreamy surrealist paintings I’m looking at a very beautifully executed image of a man’s face in the clouds, the portrait has been rendered all in watery baby blue which makes for a quite striking picture I focus my attention on his left eye and seem to get drawn into the image. Just then a female colleague asks me what my shopping is doing on my desk. I turn and see some shopping bags full of groceries but don’t recognise them as my own. I tell the colleague I don’t know and she questions me again as if I’m being forgetful, I have a very lucid and serious memory failure at this point and can’t remember where the shopping has come from, this thought troubles me quite a bit. I decide to lift the bags off my work space and place them under my desk. A top male manager then comes over to my desk and asks me if he can borrow 2 euros from me, I obligingly take out a handful of loose change from my pocket and hold it out for him to pick a coin, but its just then that I notice in amongst the coins a 3 euro coin (no such coin exists in reality) I just go to claim the rare oddity for myself when the manages picks it up from my palm and walks off with it leaving me feeling a little miffed. The female colleague who asked me about the bags of shopping then tells me that she is going to take me somewhere to take care of some administration and personal paperwork that needs to be sorted out. I drive as a passenger in her car for a long time through vaguely familiar countryside and then through built up old industrial areas, as we drive the colleague plays music and I actually see that she has a miniature jukebox installed into her glove box which contains many albums, the music that is currently playing is by an English band called Cast and the song is called ‘Walkaway’ its extremely lucid and I recognise it immediately. We eventually come to an area which has a kind of rundown decadent feeling, we enter into a tall large ramshackle building which has an air of the Eastern Block about, we are looking for one room in particular here where we are going to get the papers sorted out. We search for a great length of time but never seem to find the right room and as we search we see other dishevelled people squatting in the corridors whilst others seem to be hanging around waiting forever to be served for administration purposes. On an upper floor we both enter into a room which appears to be undergoing some sort of reparation, its not even a renovation or interior design as such but more a kind of repairing of the floor. I walk into the room without realising that there is work going on in here to see that there had been lots of holes in the floorboards which have since been filled with some kind of expanding mousse which hasn’t quite set hard yet. The colleague calls out and warns me to come back out of the room as the floor is not yet ready to walk on. Dream 5: Bad dreams and the balcony – It is very early morning and I find myself being woken up out of a deep sleep by my wife, I look about me and hazily see that I am in a large unfamiliar Regency style Parisian bedroom. I hear my wife get up out of bed and start complaining to me that she has just had some bad dreams and the nightmares are somehow my fault. I listen but don’t say anything and just lie there trying to drift off back to sleep. My wife walks over to two tall French doors which lead out onto a balcony, I watch blurrily as she passes out through the two billowing net curtains and goes out onto the balcony. A few silent moments pass by where I almost slip back into sleep but I’m suddenly snapped out of this by a terrible crashing sound. I slowly get up from bed and make my way over to the balcony to see what the noise was, as I pass through the net curtains I expect to see my wife but she is nowhere to be seen. I overcome my fear and lean out over the balcony and see my wife lying motionless and twisted down on the cobbled street way down below. I instantly go into shock and run down to the street to see what I can do, I start shouting for help but the street is deathly quiet and the shuttered windows all remain closed. A part of me wonders if it isn’t because I’m panicking and speaking English in France that is causing nobody to come to help or if it’s simply that I am being ignored which would seem to be more the case. I lean down and see that my wife would appear to be dead, I wonder if my wife had an accident or if she jumped on purpose. I’m left feeling awash with a sickening mixture of emotions from shock through to sorrow and even anger at the hopeless situation.
