Date of dream: Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness: 
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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I find myself boarding a very large double decker airplane I immediately note that I don’t quite
feel myself and it’s almost as if I’m playing the part of another person.
I’m dressed in a long detective style raincoat with a trilby, I feel very authoritative and serious
and I’m aware that my role or occupation is that of a flight attendant inspector, that is to say I’m
a bit like one of those people who visits restaurants incognito in order to taste the wares and then
report my findings in a good food journal.
As I take my seat on the upper deck I see one or two air stewardesses and stewards pass me by, I
sense their nervousness and realize that I am here to scrutinize all aspects of my flight.
Additional Comments:
Thoughts: This dream perhaps represents my need to inspect (or even the way that I am currently analyzing) the things in my life which are keeping me grounded and are perhaps hindering me from attaining new levels advancement (perhaps in a conscious way) in my waking life. Regardless of those thoughts this dream did feel positive from the viewpoint of my flight attendant inspector.
Dream 2: Talking pet dog – Daytime in the pleasant and sunny lounge of an unfamiliar house and I have a new pet dog, its a little King Charles spaniel with a white and russet colored patchy coat of fur. The little dog is completely puddled and very dappy but quite loveable nonetheless and a bundle of fun. But most remarkable of all though is the fact that my pet dog can speak, we chat together all of the time having amusing conversations its great fun but oblivious and perhaps taking my dog’s amazing ability for granted I just wish he wasn’t quite so nutty all of the time and that we could have more serious conversations occasionally.
Dream 3: Freddy’s not real – Daytime and I find myself walking through the huge tunnel of the familiar shopping arcade in the town where I lived about 10 years ago, there has been some kind of power cut and the lights in the arcade are all off leaving it very dim with only the light at the other end of the tunnel offering a glimmer of direction. The arcade is quite deserted and I find myself walking along holding a dinner plate loaded with a mixture of junk food. Suddenly and as if out of nowhere the horrible character of Freddy Kruger leaps out on me (who incidentally has been popping up occasionally in my dreams for some reason just lately, which is quite bizarre as I don’t watch or like theses sort of films (I saw one in my teens), and I find my dreams of this character immature and sort of cringe worthy on waking reflection), I fling my plate into the air out of fright and we both begin another titanic struggle. As we hold one another and wrestle in a bizarre kind waltz I look closely at the head of the horror movie character and distinctly note that the grotesque face and head is actually a fully encompassing mask, I suddenly feel a strange sense of relief, disappointment and renewed or regained strength. “This is no supernatural demon” I think to myself but it’s just a man dressed up in a scary costume, this thought fills me with renewed vitality and now I know that I can overcome him.
Date of dream: Saturday, September 20, 2008
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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Daytime and I have gone to my Nan’s house in England to visit family, as I stand in the sitting
room full of relatives I notice that my entire family is made up of females with no males at all.
I see my cousins are here and are all young again, they play about making nuisances of themselves,
I feel out of place and unhappy and I want to go back home. I try to call wife using my mobile
telephone but I find that my calls are being blocked somehow.
I go into my Nan’s kitchen to restyle my hair in the memorable mirror that hangs above her mantel
piece. I see that my hair is unusually long and is quiffed up just like a rockabilly, as I run my
fingers through my hair to style it my cousins all comment to me how much they like my hair I don’t
really feel as convinced though as I find my hair difficult to control.
Later on a vaguely familiar driveway outdoors I read a large mystical book whilst crouched down
behind the rear of my car, after reading for a while I realise that the book is full of nonsense
and that I am wasting my time by reading it. Having exhausted my stay at my grandmothers I decide
to go back home so I set off for the airport.
At the airport I walk over to an escalator and show my boarding pass to man sat at bottom of
stairs, he smiles and waves me on as if it wasn’t necessary for me to show him my ticket. Upstairs
I go to waiting area where the check-in is, I believe that I have plenty of time so don’t check in
immediately but rather just wait around.
I want to sit down but I’m told by some air hostess ladies that I’m not allowed to as the seats are
for other travellers I’m not sure what she means by that as I am a traveller too, regardless of the
rule after a few moments decide to sit down. The same stewardess comes back over to me and tells me
off and accuses me of sitting down when she told me I wasn’t allowed too. I explain to the lady
about my back problem and that I can’t stand up for too long, she seems okay with this explanation
and walks away.
I notice that I have sat down besides a lady who is seated just to my left I can tell that the lady
is of eastern European origin. The lady is dressed in dark black robes and wears an unusual
geometrically shaped hat perched on her head, the woman looks like she is from the Greek or Russian
orthodox faith and is dressed in the robes of what I imagine a man would normally wear.
The lady has a deeply powerful air about her which is sort of mystical with a strong gravitational
pull, without exchanging any words the lady hands me two small potted flowers. One is a lone erect
pink tulip which I hold in my left hand and a tall bluish gladioli which I hold in the right.
My vision is drawn to the gladioli and as I watch I see the petals slowly close up into spears as
if heralding the evening time, this gentle and peaceful slow-motion movement seems to coincide just
as a billowing cloud of tiny parasol shaped seeds or pollen balloons up into the air.
The scent of the pollen is stunningly lucid and beautifully fragrant just as if I were experiencing
the flowers aroma in waking life, I gaze at the bluish cloud for some moments and seem to get drawn
into it and experience it in a transcendental way just as if I were hovering on the threshold of a
glittering intergalactic gas cloud.
After the cloud eventually settles I get up from my seat after the mystical experience and decide
to buy some little presents to take back home.
As I browse I notice that most of the gifts look like novelties or jokes the kind children might
buy to play practical jokes or tricks, these gifts don’t interest me at all and I decide not to buy
anything.
I suddenly realise with a panic that I’ve actually been waiting at the wrong departure terminal, I
hurriedly try to ask for guidance and help from the assistants in the departure lounge. Nobody
seems to be able to help me or they simply don’t want to help me, in fact it seems more like the
former as I get the impression people could help me but I am being forced to find the solution to
my problem myself.
I take my ticket out and see printed on its face that I need to get to the airport terminal number
8, which is also designated by the colour green. I hurriedly rush back down some stairs and find
myself in what feels like a subterranean tunnel, something like the underground in London only
darker more sinister and somehow unfinished. As I run to try and get to the correct departure
lounge I see some unsavoury and vaguely familiar bully types who I recall from school.
The dream suddenly descends into something of a nightmare and the dim lights go out momentarily
plummeting the entire tunnel in darkness only for flashing multicoloured disco type lights to come
back on a few moments later. The airport takes on the feel of some kind of insane fun house at the
fairground, I feel completely disoriented and full of anxiety.
I run though the maze of confusing tunnel and through a labyrinth of rooms and eventually come out
into bright daylight and into the airport terminal where I’m supposed to be catching my plane from.
Unfortunately though I’m too late and I see the airplane pulling away and taxiing out onto the
runway, I’m left feeling despondent and let down.
I suddenly receive a phone call on my mobile telephone, it’s my wife and she’s managed to solve
something of a mystery and why I’m in such a state of confusion at the airport, she tells me to
take my boarding ticket out and have a look at it if I want to solve the problem.
When I take the ticket out I see that my signature has been scribbled out with a black scratchy ink
pen, thus basically makes my boarding pass void. I am very angered by this and want to know who
would do such a thing. My wife who is still on the telephone explains to me that it was my Dad who
did it.
I feel enraged that he would do such a thing, and when I take another look at my ticket I realise
that not only has he defaced my name but he has somehow tried to forge his own name over the top of
mine, this realisation makes me incredibly angry.
Additional Comments:
Thoughts: I think that the crux of this dream is about me trying to come to terms with certain aspects of my life particularly of those concerning my father. In reality I guess I would just like to move on or catch a plane so to speak and advance to a new level of understanding or being, I feel very frustrated, upset and even angry about my childhood and relationship (or lack of) with my father but also want to try and mature and move on from those thoughts and feelings too. But maybe I can’t do that until I have acknowledged certain things such as whatever the defaced flight ticket represents? I was talking with my brother-in-law just recently who is in a vaguely similar situation to me, I guess it will sound absolutely awful but we both spoke about how we kind of feared growing up and turning out to be like our fathers, that must sound terrible I know but perhaps at some level those thoughts had seeped into this dream and I was some how trying to deal with them or find a solution to them.
