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Daytime and I find myself driving alone along a small street which looks a little like the avenue where my Nan lives, I’m not driving too fast but I’m also not really paying attention to the road in front of me. I suddenly snap out of my dreamy trance when I see that the cars up ahead of me have come to a halt as they wait at the junction.
I slam on my brakes to avoid an accident and come to an immediate abrupt halt, the force of my stopping is such that I get jettisoned out through the top of the car and fly very high up through the air. At first I panic thinking that I have had a terrible accident but it soon becomes clear that I’ve actually left my body and my spirit in the form of a ball is traveling a swift but stable trajectory up through the air.
I feel a little bit exposed and vulnerable as well as concerned as I’m flung forward through the sky by the sudden jolting momentum, that is until I catch sight of some elfish ethereal Victorian ragamuffin children who are stood on the nearby balcony of a house. They are waving, chuckling and laughing at me as I fly past, I’m surprised that they can see me as I feel pretty certain that I’m just an invisible soul.
Thoughts: Yesterday I’d been thinking all day about out of body experiences and was perhaps hoping
something might happen this night as I haven’t had one for a long time now, this was simply a dream
though and didn’t feel anything like the normal out of body projections I’ve had in the past, although
that feeling of shifting rapidly and of being projected or ejected outwards and the sensation of rapid
momentum was a little bit like what I remember when leaving my body as I recall it.
Dream 2: Pink but masculine – It is morning time and I find myself in an unfamiliar kitchen where I see
my wife, her sister and an unfamiliar short, stocky and powerfully built Mediterranean man. The man
looks like a laborer and has about three or four days worth of stubble on his face, his is a little gruff but
quite friendly in his own way. The man is waiting patiently as my wife, her sister and I get dressed for
work as he plans to be the one who is going to drive us there. The atmosphere feels unusual almost as
if the three of us are children getting ready to go to school. It doesn’t seem odd that we are all virtually
naked and getting dressed into our daily clothes in the kitchen and in front of one another and this male
stranger. What does strike me as very odd though is that I see my sister-in-law is putting on a pink
shirt, the pink color in itself is very pleasant but I notice that the shirt is definitely that of a man, the cut
of the shirt is very crisp and elegant with a lot of style it’s the sort that would need to be worn with
cufflinks. I feel very puzzled as I watch her button up the front of the garment, the fact that she is a
woman putting on this item of male clothing gives me a very strange sort of feeling, I find the act kind
of charming and innocent somehow.
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I am running through the various floors of an absolutely vast luxurious grand hotel I am making my way upwards via a beautiful elegant staircase.
As I sprint through the lavish building I see small groups of very aristocratic people on the various red carpeted landings conversing politely over glasses of champagne as if at some kind of casual sprawling soiree, the posh people pass a casual glance at me as I rush past but I don’t stop and keep climbing the stairs.
I eventually reach the top floor sweating and quite out of breath, two large elegant double doors stand before me which are open ajar slightly.
I gently push the doors open and quietly make my way inside to find an enormous dimly lit open plan luxury suite, up ahead I see two French windows with a gently billowing net curtain which veils a balcony.
To my right through the diffused light I see an arrangement of chaise longue, I can sense and see with my minds eye a naked woman reclining on one of the elegant couches. This woman is extremely sensual with a very voluptuous body and coffee coloured complexion.
The woman seems to be in some kind of languid divine delirium she is either not aware of my presence or is simply indifferent to my being here. In her state of detached ecstasy the lady slowly eats fine exquisite chocolates and smokes fine cigarettes.
I note an old fashioned telephone on a coffee table just to her side I see that the hand set has been left off the receiver as if she didn’t want to be disturbed.
I quietly make my way over to the French windows and step out onto the balcony, I’m met with an absolutely stunning view looking out over the alps and down into an alpine valley, the scene is incredible and I can see for miles and miles. I realise that the hotel or the lady’s room is on top of a very tall mountain.
The balcony also just happens to be the starting point of an absolutely enormous Olympic sized ski jump, I watch as a motorcyclist to the left of me sets off down the long steep ramp. I’m filled with a sudden surge of fear and panic thinking “My god! He’ll be killed when he comes crashing down to earth” but a male guide like character suddenly appears to my right and puts my mind at ease and tells me to continue watching.
We both watch as the motorcyclist soon becomes a mere speck at the bottom of the ramp such is its size, he then suddenly launches off the end and into the air. There is a moment of heart stopping anticipation, I feel certain that the motorcycle won’t be able to take the impact and will crumple under such a heavy landing.
Amazingly though the rider manages to land perfectly and continues to ride his motorcycle down and out through the slippery valley.
Thoughts: I think that this dream is all about being more independent and self governing as a person
and as a man. The woman who lived up on the top floor probably represents a very powerful anima
figure, she seems to be unavailable for discussion at present as indicated by her telephone being off
the hook. The ramp represents a leap of faith I need to take, the motorcycle independence and
balance, riding out of the valley (another feminine symbol representative of the vagina) indicates the
path or direction for a rebirth. I’ve been reading a lot about something very interesting just lately called
anima/animus projection, I think this dream is relevant to that idea and also to my waking life in
general. It’s not a concept that can be summed up in a few words so I’ve pasted below what I think is a
simple but excellent description of this concept (I hope that’s okay to do?....I’ve added a link to the
Website page just below too):
The Anima is the personification of all feminine psychological tendencies within a man, the archetypal
feminine symbolism within a man's unconscious. The Animus is the personification of all masculine
psychological tendencies within a woman, the archetypal masculine symbolism within a woman's
The anima and animus draw their power especially from the collective unconscious, but they are also
conditioned by a person's individual experiences. They therefore have three components:
Symbolism in Dreams and Narratives: a peer figure of the opposite sex to the ego-bearer to whom
he/she has a strong and compelling tie or bond (often a lover, brother/sister, soul-mate). Jung said that
the animus is more likely to be personified by multiple male figures, while the anima is frequently a
Anima Projection: The unindividuated man identifies with those personal qualities that are symbolically
masculine; he develops these potentialities and to some extent integrates their unconscious influences
into his conscious personality. However, he does not recognize qualities that are symbolically feminine
as part of his own personality but rather projects them onto women. He will project his anima-those
particular characteristics and potentialities that are significant components of his personal unconscious
and therefore carry a special emotional charge-onto a few women for whom he will then feel a strong
and compelling emotion (usually positive but occasionally negative). Infatuation (an instant, powerful
attraction for a woman about whom he knows little) is one of the signs of anima projection, as is a
Animus Projection: The unindividuated woman identifies with those personal qualities that are
symbolically feminine; she develops these potentialities and to some extent integrates their
unconscious influences into her conscious personality. However, she does not recognize qualities that
are symbolically masculine as part of her own personality but rather projects them onto men. She will
project her animus-those particular characteristics and potentialities that are significant components of
her personal unconscious and therefore carry a special emotional charge-onto a few men for whom she
will then feel a strong and compelling emotion (usually positive but occasionally negative). Infatuation
(an instant, powerful attraction for a man about whom she knows little) is one of the signs of animus
projection, as is a compulsive possessiveness.
Anima Possession: Since the unindividuated man has not consciously developed any of his symbolically
feminine qualities (e.g. emotion, need for relatedness), his personality is apt to be taken over
or "possessed" by these qualities at times, so that his emotional behavior and relationships may be
acted out in childish and immature ways that are apparent to others but not to him.
Animus Possession: Since the unindividuated woman has not consciously developed any of her
symbolically masculine qualities (e.g. logic, leadership, need for independence), her personality is apt
to be taken over or "possessed" by these qualities at times, so that she appears opinionated,
argumentative, or domineering to others, though she will not think of herself that way. In the words of
Jung, "Just as the anima of a man consists of inferior relatedness, full of affect, so the animus of
woman consists of inferior judgments, or better, opinions." Alchemical Studies: The Secret of the
Golden Flower (CW 13, par.60).
Anima/Animus Integration: We can avoid anima/animus possession and withdraw projections by
integrating the contra-sexual archetype into consciousness, realizing we are cutting off our human
potential by recognizing and developing only those symbolic qualities that match the sex of our bodies.
In the words of Demaris Wehr, the anima leads a man "into unexplored depths of feeling, relationship,
and sensitivity....the integrated animus leads a woman into the world of the spirit, erudition, and the
power of the word" (66-67). Integration of the Anima/Animus is often termed Androgyny. It is
symbolized in narratives through achievement of a special bond (frequently sexual union/marriage)
between the ego-bearer and the anima/animus figure.
Website link: http://www.mythsdreamssymbols.com/animaanimus2.html
Dream 1: Fire in the hull – A brother-in-law has abducted one of his sons from his wife and has
absconded away with him, I and other family members search for the two all over the world for a long
time. We search through lots of confusing maze like Mediterranean and North African style market
places but the father and son appear to have given us the slip. We stand near to a picturesque old
world open air temple where there are lots of exotic green shrubbery and palms and also a peaceful
little fountain in the form of a waterfall, we all stand about wondering what our next course of action
should be. Much later that night I find myself on a beach where I see lots of boats and yachts close to
the shore, I wonder what is going on and an invisible guide like presence informs me that some
smugglers are helping people to escape across the sea to a new land of promise. The voice adds that
there is a price to pay for this though and that each of the refugees has too pay the smugglers
$200,000. The smugglers intend to buy new boats and yachts with this money. I walk down to the
shoreline where the waves are rolling in and see two elderly people being tucked into a small rowboat
by the smugglers. It’s quite clear that the people heading out to sea will be going alone they have
basically paid for the boat but no crew to help guide them they will have to fend for themselves at sea.
I am instinctively aware that the elderly male and female couple in the boat I am looking at are both
Jewish, the boat doesn’t come with any oars a fact which fills me with deep concern for the elderly
couple. The smugglers light a small fire in the hull of the boat in order to keep the couple warm on their
long voyage, the flames are strange and appear soothing and warm but are not hot and don’t burn. The
fire soon fills the boat entirely and bathes the elderly couple just as if they were sat in a bath tub. The
boat is pushed out to sea and I see that they look quite happy to be leaving. As I watch the little boat
drift out to sea I’m suddenly filled with a terrible feeling of anxiety as I realise that the boat will surely
burn and sink.
Dream 3: The coming back home row – I find myself in my Nan’s kitchen where I feel like I’ve been
called before my Mum and Nan as if in some kind of kangaroo court, previously I’d been having lots of
simple light-hearted fun with other family members. My Mum backed up by her own mother starts
grilling me about spending too much time with other family members a blazing row ensues where I
shout at my Mum accusing her that her real motives behind this argument is that she wants me to come
back home to live with her (the shout I gave in the dream really startled me and awoke me out of my
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(Very strange as I went to bed after 2am last night and woke at 8am feeling completely refreshed?!
The dreams were very good and positive too I feel).
It is daytime and the weather is superb I’m in an extremely sunny part of America perhaps California
the sky is pure blue with just the suns rays pouring down. I find myself near a remote exclusive area
where there are lots of very large mansions close to one another painted vibrant pastel colours. The
properties don’t see to be inhabited in an ordinary kind of way but are more of an entertainment
complex for the holidaymakers to visit.
Each of the large almost Mediterranean mansions is home to a television series and is inhabited by the
characters from the show. I would guess that it is a kind of entertainment whereby the public can get to
meet the stars of the show as they are on the silver screen something along the lines of Disneyland.
The property I’m currently looking at is home to the television show ‘Charmed’ (this isn’t a show I
watch in reality, I’ve only see brief clips of it strange it should show up really?).
The women in the TV show don’t appear to be at home, I have a view on the rear of their property
where there is one solitary window very high up near the top of the building. This window has a balcony
and beneath this balcony are a further five balconies (all without windows and making six verandas in
total). They are staggered in a diagonal line creating a sort of staircase effect. I understand that this
arrangement of balconies is used as a kind of quick route down to the ground when the women want to
leave the property, they simply float out of the window landing on each consecutive terrace before
reaching the ground.
At the rear of the TV show mansions is a very large outdoor swimming pool complex which would
appear to be attached to a very exclusive hotel which I am staying at. Various people relax and lounge
about the pool. I then notice that my Mum is here and is in the swimming pool paddling in a short dark
blue stubby canoe (made from some kind of resilient woven nylon plastic), she doesn’t have a paddle
so a guest takes out a two-piece one assembling it with a neat click and throws it in for my Mum to use.
I panic knowing that my Mum can’t swim so I dive into the pool in order to pull her down to the shallow
end. Once in the water both me and my Mum (still sat in the canoe) both submerge and go under
water, it’s not a problem for me but I can see that my Mum looks annoyed and upset as if I had
intervened and spoilt her fun, she holds her breath and maybe even struggles but I manage to swim
and tow her down to the shallow end of the pool where she resurfaces.
Looking down at the bottom of the pool at the shallow end I can see blue lines of tiles indicating a
squared off area leading down from the steps and into the water. Apparently the blue lined area is
cordoned off and nobody is allowed to bring the canoe into this area, it seems that if you can’t swim
down at the deep end then you shouldn’t be there at all even if you are in a canoe, the shallow end is
reserved for people who have difficulty swimming.
Apparently the special canoe has some electronic tags built into it which interact with some wiring
beneath the swimming pool but not in the area where the blue tiles are. A life guard watching over the
pool ticks us off for taking the canoe out of the designated electronic area. My Mum seems a little
irritable and gets out of the pool and heads off to the changing rooms I presume.
I decide to get into the canoe myself in order to try it out and have a go, it really is great fun and very
manoeuvrable it’s something of a pool game for able swimmers. The canoe and paddle seem to be a
part of a set but there is also a third item which completes this trio of items, it’s a small knobbly dark
ball roughly the size of a golf ball only more rubbery.
The ball is intended to be hit and flipped with the canoes paddle as a sort of game, somebody in the
know near the pool informs me that the special sphere is called the “Schwarzkopf”* it seems like a
bizarre name for such an object but very intriguing nonetheless. After a while of playing about I get out
of the pool where I see my cousin (the one who is usually a bit crazy but less so recently in my
dreams), he gets into the pool for a swim and a play, he’s very lean and athletic and really gets stuck
into the fun and games.
As I get up out of the pool and go to take a poolside lounger a little American boy comes tottering up
behind me and calls out “Hey man!” (I don’t think that this was my dreaming subconscious taking
liberties with a particular expression or linguistic phrase (after all I think that this boy was probably me)
I’ll add more about this in my notes as I think what he said was meant to have been taken literally).
The little boy walks alongside me and starts to tell me about a wonderful and mysterious holiday he
went on to Australia** (It’s at this point I start to pre-empt him and know what he is about to say
before he actually says it) he goes onto tell me that the indigenous Australian peoples taught him a
great deal about nature and the stars, its at this point he impresses upon me a mental picture of the
Milky Way galaxy in my minds eye viewing it from a great distance so that I can see it in its entirety.
The boy is very nice and likeable and he’s also very interesting to chat too.
The time has come to leave and go and shower and get changed. I put the canoe, the two-piece paddle
and the curious Schwarzkopf ball to one side of the pool ready for the next person to use letting the
owner where it is at the same time. As I do this I examine the strange material that the canoe has been
made from it looks like it has been made from a weave of carbon fibre or Kevlar, it seems extremely
resilient and totally scratch proof.
Instead of getting out of my trunks in the changing rooms I do it at the pool side with everyone about I
don’t feel at all embarrassed or ashamed of my nudity even thought the poolside is much busier now.
My cousin gets out of the pool and comes to join me it’s as if the swim has done him the world of good
and he seems more alive and rejuvenated, he tells me that when he first jumped into the pool he made
a massive leap into the air and did the splits touching both of his toes (I see him do this in my minds
eye, it’s quite spectacular!).
As we walk back to the hotel I feel very proud of my cousin and his gymnastic leap into the air, was a
real feat of athleticism.
As far as I know *Schwarzkopf is a German word which means ‘Black Head’ I think, I guess I’m more
familiar with it the word as the brand name for a range of hair care products. How or why it entered
into my dream in such a way and what its link to the knobbly little sphere is remains a complete puzzle
to me (the ball was black so maybe that is the link?). **Australia is often a recurring symbol for me
too, I think it might be a kind of metaphor for a distant land (an inner land?) that is open for exploration
perhaps a bit like the inner landscape of the mind or psyche.
I’ve got a feeling that the little American boy’s exclamation “Hey man!” might not have been such a
casual calling out or phrase but might have been intended to be taken literally that I am a man. I guess
it kind of sounds weird but I often get treated like a little kid still by both family members and others
like at work. I think maybe some of my more recent dreams have been exploring these thoughts and
how it makes me feel. Some of the dreams might have a sort of coming of age quality perhaps, it was
certainly positive in this dream and might have been a kind of dual meeting of both a younger part of
me and more mature aspect of my Self? I think that both aspects are important and one shouldn’t be
discarded in favour of the other, after all it was perhaps the young boy’s innocent and childlike
worldview which allowed him to explore the mysteries of the far off land without being hindered by the
excess baggage of adulthood.