Date of dream: Saturday, November 08, 2008
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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Daytime and I find myself in America in a suburb which is very affluent and habituated by all of
the, jet set, stars and celebrities, its how I imagine parts of Los Angeles, California, Hollywood
and Beverly Hills to be like.
After browsing some chic and expensive shops I walk up a steep hill towards an exclusive
hairdresser who styles the hair of the stars and wealthy. As I walk people stare at me as if I’m
weird or something of a freak, I’m vaguely aware that I’m dressed strangely somehow and it is this
which is attracting the attention of the well-to-do community but I choose to ignore it for the
time being.
As I walk up into the car park of the hair salon I see a long black stretched limo style car which
looks very much like an Italian executive sedan called a Lancia Thesis only much longer. The car
intrigues me so I walk around to the back to see what its model name is and discover that it is
called a “Ylang-ylang” (the name of a flower and fragrant essential oil). The car obviously belongs
to a very wealthy customer who is visiting the salon.
I carry on up the hill to the salon and pop on inside, strangely I walk around the salon browsing
as if I were strolling around a shop. Since I don’t appear to have visited to have a haircut I
start to get the same strange looks that everyone was giving me outside, the head stylist, a man
with long flowing blond locks and a handlebar moustache gives me a very effeminate and bitchy sort
of look as if asking me what I want, I decide to leave quickly feeling a little self-conscious and
not wanting to get into an argument.
I walk back outside and make my way back down the hill where I see two men approaching me, one of
the men is very tall and skinny and the other very short and more portly I instinctively know that
the two men are gay.
As I walk past the couple the smallest man with a finely trimmed pencil moustache says out loudly
to me in an ingratiatingly sarcastic and cruel voice “Hi Sky!” I stop and pause as the couple walks
on past me pulling spiteful smiles and snickering at me with tilted heads.
I think to myself “But my name is not Sky?” I suddenly feel impelled to look down onto my lapel and
see that there is a little badge in the form of a name tag in the shape of a bird’s wing (much like
the Honda flying wing logo) with the name “Sky” clearly written on it. But not only that I look
down at myself and see that the clothes I’m wearing consist of a bright red 1960’s style short
dress with a belt around the waist, long red patent boots and a strange little hat very much like
an air stewardess’s hat.
In fact it would seem that I’m dressed as a somewhat kinky air hostess, I actually feel very
comfortable and at ease dressed like this and it seems that it is everyone else who has a problem
with it. There is perhaps an element of self-denial lingering here too though and I somehow manage
to convince myself with double-think that I am somehow a Roman soldier as they wore skirts too, I
feel sort of feminine and masculine at the same time.
As I continue on my way down the hill towards a chic pedestrianised boulevard of exclusive cafés
and bars I think to myself that maybe its time for me to change my self-image and get out of these
clothes, but it will cost me a fortune to try and fit in with the jet set who lives here so I need
to find a cheaper solution.
And that is when I hatch my ‘James Dean’ plan, I realise that I could easily buy a pair of jeans, a
leather belt, a white t-shirt and a leather jacket at a reasonable price and still look really cool
and I would fit in with the other stars and perhaps be more accepted.
As I walk along the small avenue feeling happy with my new plan I see a father figure sat outdoors
having a drink, the man is holding a huge clump of coffee beans in his left hand which appear to
have fused together into roughly the size of a small cantaloupe melon.
The wealthy man has given his son his car to slowly parade up and down the boulevard and show off
in, the car is an American super car I recall a friend showing me which is called a ‘Saleen’* as
the deep throated engine gurgles and burbles at low revs I throw a glance over at the awesome
vehicle, nobody else seems to really to take any notice such is the normality of the scene and the
commonness of the expensive super car, but I feel stunned as I’ve never been up so close and within
touching distance of such a super sports car before.
Very much like at the beginning of the dream with the “Ylang-ylang” stretched limo I feel impelled
to walk around to the rear of the car to see what this particular model is called, once around the
back I see a badge which reads “Will Smith”**.
After a few moments of taking in the spectacle I continue on my way pondering the name of the car
and somehow struggling to remember where I’ve heard this name before, it sounds familiar from
somewhere but I just can’t recall where.
Additional Comments:
Thoughts: Lots of interesting things going on this comedy of a dream which seem to relate to the way I think I am probably (over exaggeratedly) perceived in my waking life, lots of different snippets of information too, each of which are probably relevant at some level. The Lancia Thesis limo car is possibly a reference to an idea, theory or point of view possibly in conjunction with the Ylang-ylang flower/fragrant oil (feminine symbolism). The strange name of ‘Sky’ might be a reference to the fact that my head is always in the clouds and that in turn might be linked to my air-headed waking life persona and the concept of being an air stewardess may tie-in in some bizarre way with my own thoughts of spirituality/sexuality/purity etc, etc (with flying being something of a spiritual symbol for me), the red of the costume may represent vitality perhaps as the set of clothes although wacky did make me feel at ease and I felt very comfortable and myself at some strange level regardless of everyone staring. The wing badge might be a simple reference to how I feel I might be labelled and hence seen by others. The coffee beans are another recurring symbol and are almost a certainly a reference for me to wake up, perhaps to a new idea or concept such as the ‘James Dean’ costume/persona idea and what the big powerful car symbolised too. The *Saleen super car was also interesting and it immediately made me think of the word ‘Saline’ as in the kinds of drips that are used in hospitals to replace lost nutrients and fluids in sickly patients, and also from within the dream I couldn’t associate the name **Will Smith with the actor and on waking I came up with various associations which seem to make sense to me such as the car being immensely powerful hence ‘Will Power’ and also the name Smith in conjunction with this actor a Blacksmith, a person who can create, forge and fashion things. Incidentally blacksmiths work principally with fire and I believe that this was one of the missing elements that the tetrahedron represented in my recent dream where I visited Merlin’s cave.
Date of dream: Tuesday, January 15, 2008
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Its daytime and I find myself out walking and taking care of a vast beautiful grassy parkland with lots
of trees and even a large lake too. Amazingly this parkland is my garden, this is a very exciting
realization and from where I stand I can’t even see up the slope to where the garden ends such is its
great size.
Although the vast estate belongs to me it appears to be open to the public, I see lots of people out
walking and enjoying the scenery.
I have come down to the side of the lake where I am sawing down a tall Scots pine, the tree is leaning
quite precariously towards the lake and the branches have become all withered and dead. Sawing the
tree down doesn’t seem like a bad thing in fact it seems proper and right and that I am simply taking
care of my garden, after the tree collapses to the ground I realize that I will have to treat the remaining
stump to kill off the roots.
My Dad suddenly turns up carrying a small axe he looks eager to help me out on the parkland but I tell
him that I’m not actually cutting all of the trees down, besides I don’t like the idea of using an axe to
cut the trees down, the orange ‘D’ shaped saw I have been using seems much more practical. My
father also clumsily drops the heavy axe on the floor more than once which only adds to my mistrust of
his reliability.
We walk along the tree dotted lakeside where I eventually come to a scene where I see an elderly man
who is in the process of cutting down one of the trees with an axe, this annoys me but I seem to
overlook the fact that this is my garden and this stranger is cutting down one of my healthy trees
without permission.
Because of this oversight I don’t say anything to the man and let him continue, amazingly he has cut a
huge wedge out from the base of the tree leaving just a tiny stalk holding up the entire weight of the
tree above it, apart from seeming to defy gravity it looks downright dangerous and as if it could fall
down in any direction.
My wife seems to be nearby not so much in the physical sense but more in a guide like way hovering in
the background, she advises me that there is a large hardware store behind me (very odd this as it
seemed to be literally superimposed over the lake, but still very solid, real and separate in itself).
My wife adds that the hardware store is having a sale and this would be a most advantageous time to
go and buy some useful items for carrying out some renovations with.
I go into the shop and look at some large sacks of white plaster it’s the kind used for filling cavities and
holes in walls, I decide to take two sacks and have a further look around the store. The fact that the
store is having a sale is very opportune and I realize that I have to take advantage of this chance to
buy items at a reduced price.
I purchase my items and step back out into my parkland (from off the lake, very odd sort of like
stepping out from the magic wardrobe in the story “The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe”.
No sooner have I stepped outside than the tree the old man was felling comes crashing down on top of
me, one of the thick heavy branches comes slamming down into my right shoulder and collar bone, the
pain is incredibly dull and excruciating the power of the blow literally knocked me to the ground where I
feel concussed and really knocked out.
I sit there nursing my painfully swollen shoulder when an older woman with a male friend walks by, the
lady must be in her late 60’s or early 70’s she has real class and is very graceful I can see from her
face which is still beautiful that she must have been absolutely stunning in her younger years.
Her male friend who appears quite a bit younger than her keeps his distance out of the drama, he is
roughly in his early to mid fifties he has a long swept back hair which is an unusual dark yellowy golden
colour, I gather that the man is German and is a designer or architect.
The graceful woman tells me that its my lucky day and that being hit by the tree although being painful
means that I will be able to make an insurance claim against the old man who chopped it down (at this
point I have a dream memory that this won’t have been the first time I’ll have made such an insurance
claim).
The lady, her male friend or partner and my wife all get into a car and go for a drive the graceful
woman drives whilst I sit in the front passenger seat. The glamorous woman says that she’ll need my
bank account number in order to have the payment arranged and deposited into my bank account.
Apparently the lady is going to take care of all the bothersome paperwork for me. The lady adds that
she is going to prepare all of the papers in Northern Ireland but will have the transfer made from the
Republic of Ireland which she also refers to as Europe.
(Even in the dream it seems extremely significant that this special transaction is made in this way, it
has something to do with crossing the border or a cross border payment. I gather that the lady herself
lives in Northern Ireland).
After the car journey some considerable dream time passes by perhaps days, weeks or months.
Eventually my wife and I drive back to meet up with the lady to give her my bank account details.
I’m driving along pretty twisting country lanes with hedgerows and tall worn red brick walls, my wife
asks me “Do you always drive this fast?” I hadn’t realized that I was actually driving so quickly but it’s
true now she has brought my attention to it that I really was careering along at an almost dangerous
pace.
We eventually pull into a narrow street and walk down to an almost concealed back street area with a
little courtyard, the house or upper floor flat where the lady lives is surprisingly modest and small and
not at all how I expected, in fact the property strikes me as being quite homely and ‘real’ and just adds
to the glamorous yet reserved lady’s unpretentious nature.
I ask my wife to go and give the lady my bank details as I feel a little self conscious or possibly shy,
oddly there doesn’t appear to be a front door so my wife climbs up to a second floor window with dark
wooden paneling below it with a tiny balcony. My wife knocks on the window to try and attract some
attention, at first it seems like no one is at home but eventually the lady comes to the window and
opens it.
At first my wife doesn’t seem to see the woman which is incredible as she is stood virtually right next to
her, it’s almost as if my wife is blind to her existence. I eventually have to call out and point out to my
wife that the woman is stood right beside her.
My wife hands the lady the slip of paper with my bank account number on it and I suddenly noticing
something which causes me a great deal of surprise and shock, I see that the graceful woman actually
has the large hardworking muscular arms and hands of a man but her finger nails have pink nail
varnish on them! I wouldn’t say it was an unpleasant sight or disturbing but it’s definitely a surprise and
makes me feel quite taken aback!
The lady invites us inside where her male companion again remains quiet and keeps his distance in the
background, I can tell that he’s not being rude he is just letting us all converse. I sit down on a sofa
next to the lady and we start to discuss the paperwork for making the insurance claim.
Afterwards and just as I get up to leave my hand slips down the side of the cushion on the sofa where I
find a small solid gold brooch or pin badge, the shiny badge represents a thick chunky envelope.
I hold it up and the lady seems very surprised and also very happy that I have found it as she thought
that she had lost it. She thanks me a lot as my wife and I leave. I feel really happy that I could do her
a favor as she has been helping me so much with my insurance claim.
Additional Comments:
Interpretation: Amazing how most of the male characters who I come into contact with in my dreams
are clumsy and unhelpful and the male characters who I do come across who seem to have the
qualities and attributes that I aspire or look up to are elusive and don’t want to come to the fore, just
the like the German architect in this dream and the glassblower from the dream a few nights ago. I
imagine that if I was more motivated in my waking life to set out and achieve the things I want then I
bet a pound to a penny I would start to become more familiar with these dream males and they would
probably want to get to know me better too. Until then I’ll have to make do with the enduring assistance
of the subconscious feminine aspect in all her various guises who always seems to be there for me
trying urge me on to bigger and better things. The dream’s message perhaps has something to do with
growth or development that has been interrupted (the chopped down healthy tree that caused injury)
the insurance most probably represents my need for various types of security (financial, emotional etc)
that I feel would either help me achieve this development or that are ultimately holding me back from
achieving this growth.
Dream 1: Soccer hooliganism – its night time and I’m walking through some unfamiliar desolate back
streets, I sense that a vague friendly male accompanies me or follows behind me for support. Way off
in the distance I see a huge packed floodlit soccer stadium, I’m aware that the match has been
abandoned because of hooliganism and rioting by the fans in the terraces. I get the feeling I’m on my
way to the stadium to try and somehow calm the situation.
Dream 2: Little sister –I have come to a vaguely familiar dream room or small one roomed pre-
fabricated mobile home I meet my little sister here who is a bit younger in my dream than she is in
waking life. We have both met up like this because we are going to help one another out with
something, she is going to help me with something that I am unable to resolve myself and I likewise
am going to aid her somehow with a problem she cannot tackle alone. The room is pleasant if basic it’s
reminiscent of a room where school lessons might be held or business meetings, the sunlight pours its
rays in through the gaps in the half open blind in front of the window.
Dream 3: Old bathroom becomes a spare room –I find myself inside a familiar dream house that I
have been renovating, the house already has two bathrooms that I have installed from new but as I
roam about the maze of rooms I discover another old bathroom that belonged to the previous owner
that I must have overlooked. I decide to rip out all of the old furnishings until I’m left with a completely
empty room, I call out to my wife telling her that I’ve just made some extra space and created another
spare room.
Dream 5: Risk taking – I’m driving a car along some twisting countryside lanes there is a long queue of
cars in front of me the vehicles ahead of me are traveling reasonably fast but I feel impatient and want
to be going quicker so I pull out to my left and put my foot to the pedal and really accelerate past the
first few cars before pulling back over into the right lane. I soon become impatient again because I
don’t feel the traffic is moving quickly enough so I swerve back out to the left and attempt to overtake
another couple of cars, this time though I see another car approaching from the opposite direction. I
can’t quite judge if I have enough time and space to complete the overtaking maneuver. I continue to
accelerate but eventually realize that I won’t be able to manage it so I reduce my speed and pull back
over, it was a very risky and potentially dangerous thing I tried and I feel kind of tense with nerves
jangling.
