Date of dream: Friday, October 24, 2008
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Lucid Intent?
Yes
Lucid Technique: MILD
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Daytime and I find myself at the heart of London I have been brought here for a day out by the
parents of a favourite childhood friend, the mother and father of my friend feel like surrogate
parents to me.
The mother and father have brought me to London to visit lots of art galleries, the childhood
friend’s father tells me in-between puffing on his pipe that he loves London because of the
Austrian aesthetic (?). I enjoy the day out with the perfect parents immensely and feel very cared
for and part of a close family unit.
Additional Comments:
Thoughts: This was such a very pleasant and vivid dream the friend’s parents were just as I remembered them as a child. London may represent the centre of my greater self I guess and the drama with the surrogate parents and the Austrian art may symbolise a way of finding inner harmony and balance.
Dream 1: B&B – I find myself staying at a very exclusive seaside Bed & Breakfast I feel as if I am something of a long time resident guest. The hotel provides for every whim and is very upper class with period furnishings, posh clientele, meals served all day long etc, etc. The landlady of the B&B seems to be a little strict and stern and is wondering when I will be leaving as it appears I have been resident for far too long.
Dream 2: Roast dinner in a Dickensian style – I find myself in a Victorian parlour as the guest of a well-to-do family, I have been invited over to have roast Sunday lunch. I don’t feel quite myself and it is almost as if I am playing the role of a rather timid and quiet young male clerk type. As the delicious looking roast dinner is served the rather imposing and intimidating father figure stands at the head of the table, he addresses me in a stuffy English accent and says “So, you’d like to f*** my daughter would you then?” I’m utterly shocked and go a deep, deep hot flushed red out of embarrassment, I try to stutter a response but it’s no use. It is very difficult for me to read the father, I don’t think he was trying to attack me or frighten me even it just seemed to be his brusque character.
Date of dream: Tuesday, September 18, 2007
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I find myself inside a familiar bookshop in my childhood hometown reading an art book that’s full of
interesting pictures by a single male artist. The pictures look like ones I made a while ago and still
experiment with (I enjoyed this style very much it was sort of automatic, quick and dynamic but still
had a lot of from and wasn’t at all abstract).
The artist’s style is free and loose and has a lot of emotion the only difference between his and mine
are that he has added a mottled patchwork wash of watercolor to the inked or penciled drawings, the
images have a dreamy and yet earthy and stony feel or quality about them.
An unfamiliar woman walks up to me from behind and speaks to me, she recommends that I buy the
book and visit an exhibition taking place in the town by the same artist, in fact the book I’m holding is
more of an exhibition catalogue or guide book than a biography of sorts. I take her advice and buy the
book but think about whether to go and visit the exhibition.
I am aware that the exhibition is being held at my favorite aunt’s old jewelry shop which is also a
gallery in this dream (she is an artist too).
I first decide to go to an old bed-sit it sort of like my grandparents old house my wife is here too. I
decide to sleep on the decision about whether to go to the exhibition or not, I note that we both sleep in
separate beds.
I wake up in the morning and decide to go to the exhibition after all, I want to go there barefoot (very
symbolic I feel) but my wife recommends that I wear some shoes so I put some socks on, I note that
the left one has a hole in it.
I meet the friendly woman who recommended I buy the book and visit the gallery from earlier just
outside, she is going to help to get to the place where the exhibition is taking place. We walk some way
and she brings me to a Costa coffee shop where her male partner works, he is going to take over from
here and show me how to get to the exhibit, I thought he’d be jealous as I was with his partner but he’s
not and is actually very friendly and helpful.
(Coffee in my dreams seems to be the big symbol at the moment, if I were to associate it with any one
thing I guess it would be with wakening or awakening which is relevant to this dream I feel).
I eventually get to the shop where the exhibition is taking place where there are 30 or so paintings
hanging up, the man’s work is not so popular with the public in fact I’m not even sure anybody has
turned up to even have a look at it, he hasn’t sold anything (the artist himself isn’t actually present).
The exhibition is going to close very soon within the next thirty minutes, I quickly decide to buy 1 or 2
of his pictures on an impulse (and possibly because I want to support him or even because feel sorry
for him?).
Each painting had cost 9 (no currency given) but now they have been reduced to 6 as they haven’t
been selling well (these numbers seem very important as they popped up again in a slightly more
sexual way in another dream from this evening, I think it’s definitely relevant but can’t think what it
might mean for the moment one thing that does click is that if six is turned upside down it becomes
nine and vice versa).
Date of dream: Thursday, May 31, 2007
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It is late in the evening coming on night time and I have gone over to the house of a woman in order to
ask her out for a date. In the dream the lady and I are vaguely familiar with one another but in realty I
don’t really recognise her. The woman has a beautiful fresh friendly freckled face with long light wavy
brown hair parted in the centre.
The woman lives in a large farmhouse with her family, I only sense that her father is about and is
tending to some of the animals in a nearby outhouse or stone barn. I am aware that there is a really
strong tension between the father and myself, in fact between anyone who comes between him and his
daughter, I get the immediate impression that he doesn’t want me to take her out for the evening on a
date.
I speak casually with the woman in a corridor of their house, I guess I’m kind of chatting her up and
trying to convince her to come on a date with me. I sense her unease and awkwardness as she feels
pressured by her father to stay in and not go out. As we continue to chat quietly an awful noise starts to
bleat out from the room behind the wall of the corridor. I figure out that there is a stone farm building
on the other side of the passageway where we are stood.
The noise is such that I have to raise my voice in order to speak with the woman, the disturbing noise
is the sound of lots of pigs all squeaking and squealing. It’s an extremely annoying din and it seems to
be getting louder. If I didn’t know any better I would say that the father was in the there with the farm
animals (all pigs) enticing them to make more and more of a racket in order so that the woman and I
are not able to communicate. The noisy din gets so loud that in the end I find myself actually shouting
to converse with the young woman.
We both actually share a laugh and a smile as the scene is actually quite comical what with all of the
pigs squeaking so loudly. (I didn’t sense the pigs as being too negative, more of a nuisance in a funny
kind of way).
Later on the woman and I go back to a room in a house that is vaguely similar to one I lived in when I
was in my teens. The room is a sitting room and my Mum is here too, the room is quite cluttered with
all sorts of objects strewn about. (In reality this room was always quite tidy and clean with a beige sofa,
simple fireplace and minimal furniture.
There are two large spindly plants growing in vases. One of the plants looks like a huge green leafed
thorny and bushy kind of cactus whereas the other resembles one long rubbery tentacle like tongue of
an Aloe vera plant.
The plants almost seem to be alive and are growing quite quickly before our eyes, they could definitely
do with a pruning and a trim but I am clueless as to how to go about it as the plants are spiky and
sharp. My Mum also comments that the plants should be pruned too and steps forward wearing some
gloves and wielding some pruning snips.
She wades into the bushy foliage and starts cutting off large portions of the plants. She really copes
well especially as the plants try to entwine and wrap themselves around her like tentacles.
Later on and now closer to the middle of the night the woman who I am having a date with takes me to
a beautiful deep rich blue moonlit setting. The scenery looks just like a picture created with oil pastels. I
seem to be on some kind of small romantic riverside cobbled square surrounded by a walled area looks
to be being used a display area for an open air student art exhibition.
High in the clear night sky is a huge full moon it is very bright almost like a globe with a soft inner light,
it looks stunning with a deep pearly white cloudiness. The huge white orb of a moon is mirrored down
into a shallow pool of water just in front of me creating a watery and glassy ball shaped reflection of the
magical blanket white moonlit sphere.
The lady leads me around the courtyard like area looking at the exhibits peacefully together. Some of
the items of art appear to be mine, I note one in particular a (dream) sculpture of a glass fronted
cabinet. I look inside it and notice that it is empty. I realise that I was meant to put a small Christmas
tree inside this display box before the piece was exhibited, it makes me feel a bit disappointed and
upset to think that it isn’t being displayed how I intended it to be.
We both continue to stroll around looking at the items on show when an oriental man (I felt he was
Chinese) comes in to have a look at the artworks on display too. He has a large group of young boys
with him (no girls) I am made aware that the boys are all his sons. The father has a look about the
exhibits whilst the boys begin to get a bit boisterous and playful running around and being a bit wild.
The group of small boys begin climbing one of the exhibits another (dream) one that I had made that
consists of rusty prison or drain like flat bars set vertically against another cabinet this one being made
from stone rather than wood, the sculpture has the air of a tiny cramped dungeon about it.
As the little boys clamber and push one another near to the exhibit all of the rusty iron bars all
suddenly fall and collapse away from the open side of the little drain like dungeon. The father shouts at
the boys for breaking the sculpture and scolds them telling them to come along as they are leaving.
I am actually quite positive that they broke the sculpture as I feel that I never felt or thought very
much for that particular piece anyway, in fact it’s kind of better now that it was gone and in a funny
kind of quirk of fate the kids have done me a favour.
I carry on looking around the exhibit and see some peculiar items stored in glass jam jars on the
outside window sill of a house near to the area where the exhibition is. Most of the jars and trinkets
seem kind of like old antiquarian brick-a-brack, kind of like the old items one might find at a jumble
sale. I see one jar which appears to hold some kind of pickled biology specimen.
I’m slightly disturbed to see that the contents of the jar look like human testicles (?) I think to myself
what kind of weird modern art is this? I don’t like it (this is definitely not one of my art ideas) and I
pass it by rather quickly feeling disgusted and slightly appalled.
