Lucid Intent? No
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Completely stunned I panic and wonder what to do, perhaps I could get out and lift the front of the vehicle up so the members of the public could pull the little boy from beneath the car, with quick hindsight though this would take a superhuman effort that is currently beyond me. In my harried state I can only imagine that my wife is surely going to go to prison for driving so inconsiderately and badly and for perhaps killing the boy too.
Thoughts: This awful nightmare (the point where I was sick was very physical and real) seems to have a lot to do with how I became frustrated at home yesterday when a lot of unprovoked flak came my way which when I was calmly trying to explain my feelings, point of view and how these pointless conflicts affect me all for it fall on deaf ears. The little boy crushed beneath the car probably represents how I come across as a person and possibly how I need to stop being so sensitive and grow up, the drama symbolically suggested how I felt I suppose i.e., being driven over and crushed. My position as a passenger in the car represents my less assertive and passive nature. The Italian theme makes a reappearance with the gesticulating man, he may represent the archetypal Latin male and somebody who I should try and aspire to be more like if I want to be more assertive. I’m not sure I like that interpretation as I am actually happy with myself, nature and who I am and don’t feel I need to change. I perhaps wish I wasn’t quite so sensitive and emotional and maybe it is something I need to work on....or I simply need to ignore it when I’m vexed by petty matters and wound me up for no reason. Maybe it’s not very discreet of me to make these personal thoughts so public but it feels slightly cathartic writing them down and I guess that without the background story leading up to this dream it would probably come across as confusing maybe even meaningless for anyone reading. Dream 2: Body heat – It is late evening time and I find myself sat with my wife in an unfamiliar bar which is situated at the end of a pier, the building appears raised up from the ground or water on stilts. The same atmosphere of tension, silence and coldness that existed in the previous dream accompanies this one. The unusual bar isn’t the sort of place we would normally come to and feels a little sordid or shady but not in a particularly bad way (if that makes any sense, perhaps only in a dream sort of way). As we sit in silence an older attractive woman slinks slowly over to me she is wearing a very tight figure hugging sleeveless black dress, the dress is cut extremely low barely covering her crotch. She comes and sits down heavily on my lap, side on and facing to my left and with her back to my wife. The feeling of her weight is extremely pleasant and I start to become very hot under the collar and flushed. I put my hand in-between the woman’s naked legs and go to touch her intimately I notice that she isn’t wearing any underwear. I’m very surprised by the heat radiating from her sex even before I’ve touched her and in turn her body heat gets me all hot too. My wife starts to become very angry and aggressive but it doesn’t seem to be directly related to me and the lady sat on my lap, regardless of what I think I withdraw my hand and gently stroke the woman’s ankle drawing an invisible Celtic knot like spiral with my index finger on the ball of her ankle. This act of stroking the ankle seems very symbolic in fact I feel that I meant this as a special secret signal or code to the woman. I thought my wife hadn’t seen this touching of the ankle but she had and it pushes her over the edge and she explodes into a rage. It appears that my touching the woman’s ankle in such a symbolic way was far worse than my touching her in her more intimate place. A massive row breaks out between my wife and lots of other sensual looking women who all seem to enter the room from various doorways and curtained openings at this moment, the arguing is too much for me and more than I can bear so I decide to get up and leave. It would appear to be the following morning and I find myself entering into a shop which sells trinkets and jewellery, I had reserved a necklace for my wife some time ago which was made up from large coloured shiny pebble shaped crystals. The owner of the shop enters the room and recognises me he explains that the necklace has nearly doubled in price since my last visit due to a 90% increase in the value of tangerines on the stock market (??) the necklace is now beyond my financial means so I forget about buying it. I go back outside and find myself walking for ages along a dusty gravely road out in the middle of a barren arid wasteland, after many hours of walking I hear my wife calling out to me off in the distance so I stop and wait for her to catch me up. As she gets closer I see that she looks terrible and as if she has been n a fight with bruises on her face, she explains to me that she had been fighting with the other women back at the bar on the pier. When she opens her mouth I’m taken aback and shocked to see that she has lost some teeth in the fighting. The fighting must have been brutal I can imagine and very unladylike, she explains that she was brawling with a tall athletic black woman who punched her in the mouth and knocked her teeth out. I feel a stomach churning mixture of irritation and resentment with my wife for the way she acted but I also feel pity and compassion for her, I want to give her a big hug in what feels more like a father to daughter sort of way rather than husband and wife and tell her that fighting is never a good thing. Dream 3: Don’t cry over spilt milk – I find myself in a small 1950’s or 1960’s style American diner located in a very dreamlike setting, the chequered floor is one of the most distinguishing features I note. It is early morning and I appear to have come from a bedroom upstairs down to have breakfast before going to work, my Mum is here in the background as well a familiar older male from my place of work. The thought crosses my mind that I’ll need to find and iron a shirt for work but first I sprinkle some breakfast cereals into a bowl and pour some milk on them for my breakfast. I go to walk over to a door to eat my cereals outdoors but my breakfast bowl seems to come under the influence of some kind of weird gravitational force and the milk sloshes and spills all over the floor. I put the bowl down momentarily and begin to mop up the spilt milk with some tissue, once done I pick my bowl back up but the same thing happens again the milk spills all over the floor and trickles its way over to where the male colleague is sat chatting with an unidentifiable person. I begin to mop up the milk again from beneath the radiator which is situated just besides where the colleague is sat, the man looks down at me whilst I’m on my knees and gives me a facial expression and silently says for me to stop bothering with mopping up the spilt milk I get the feeling he thinks I’m belittling myself by performing this act. I heed his advice and take the rest of my cereals outdoors into a beautiful little courtyard, I take a moment to sit down on a garden bench and listen to the birds sing whilst I eat my breakfast, the four red brick walls of this paved area are covered in climbing flowers I find that there is something relaxing and peaceful about the enclosed space but I’m also aware that I am essentially boxed in too. I feel at peace until I remember that I only have a few minutes to eat and enjoy the birdsong before I have to leave and head off to work. Dream 4: Slap happy – I find myself in an unfamiliar office where the blinds have been lowered letting only small slits of sunlight in. I see the big top manager from my place of work stood in front of a boy I used to go to school, he was the younger brother of a childhood friend. The manager is slapping the boy in the face brutally first to the left and then to the right, I’m totally shocked and appalled at such behaviour but feel unable to intervene. The shocking sight is very brutal and I wonder what on earth has brought the manager to inflict such an extreme attack on the much younger and smaller boy, there is much shouting and abuse coming from the manager but I’m no clearer as to the reasons for his hostility. The violently aggressive manager snatches the young lad literally up off the ground by the scruff of his collar and throws him inside a huge cold room the kind one might see being used in a large hotel or restaurant for keeping food refrigerated. The severe detention in the cold room seems like a further punishment on top of the face slapping. From within the dream I genuinely feel confused at what I’ve just witnessed and cannot understand the vicious drama at all. Dream 5: The red feather – I’m sat a computer and a guide like person stands over my shoulder and is helping me navigate a new updated version of the Dream Journal Website. The front page has a long beautiful red feather placed horizontally along the screen with the quill facing to the left of the monitor. I’m just about to click to enter the Website when the guide gently places a hand on my mouse hand and tells me that I’ve overlooked a discreet option that has always existed on the front page, the guide guides my hand and makes the mouse pointer stroke the feather from the quill end to the feathery tip. As if by magic a new page appears displaying a biography of the person who created the Dream Journal Website, I think I’ve discovered a secret but the guide says that this option has always been here it’s just that I’ve never noticed it before. The biography is accompanied by a photograph of a lady who looks like a familiar celebrity, I tell the guide knowingly “Oh yes, of course this is one of the Bond girls”, I see that the lady is the actress Carole Bouquet from the James Bond film ‘For Your Eyes Only’ In my dream universe though this lady is actually a world famous cabaret dancer. I see a mini-film of the webmistress’s life and see her performing a dance routine up on a glitzy stage with lots of other women of various ages, the scene is in full colour and contemporary but with a strong air of the 1940’s and 50’s about it. My eye is drawn to one young girl who is taking part in the dance routine, she seems a little clumsy and dances backwards and stumbles near to some steps and falls down, it’s a very awkward moment for the child as the dance is performed live but the other ladies come to her aid. A shift in the biography takes place and I see a handsome and dashing Italian man sat in a sports car on a long driveway lined with hedges set before a grand house, the man is the lover of the actress. Apparently the Italian man played around with other women so the webmistress decide to leave him, she used the settlement she gained from the divorce proceeding to set-up and create the Dream Journal Website. I’m aware of one further detail and that is that she was born in the same year as me the only difference being that she appeared to come into the world 19 years old and has always remained eternally young to this day (I haven’t a clue why I should have such a dream as this? That said the interactive feather was a beautiful idea and something I can imagine working for real).