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Daytime and I find myself on a picturesque golf course with a group of people who include a childhood friend who is now older, an unfamiliar friendly woman and a small gathering of other vague but close people.
We are all here about to set off and play a round of golf together (a game which in waking life doesn’t really appeal to me although the dream ‘Me’ seems to have quite an interest in it judging by the number of times it recurs as a symbol!).
We all line up to tee off at the first hole and everyone takes out their drivers and prepares themselves to take their first shot. Everyone in the group seems to fluff their shots either not quite hitting it as far as would be expected or scuffing it just a few yards up ahead.
I’m the last person to come to the tee to take my shot I feel quite cool and collected considering I know very little about the game. I take a good steady swing at the ball and follow through powerfully, the face of the club seems to connect perfectly with the ball there is a loud crack and the ball takes off accelerating through the sky like a shooting star.
Everyone looks at me stunned and can’t believe how well I struck the ball, even I’m taken aback and can’t quite believe it. I feel a bit shaky with the excitement and the rush of energy that’s flooding through me.
We all stroll down the fairway towards where each of our balls lie we eventually come to the area where my ball landed and start searching for it. My ball went the farthest and I had actually thought that I might have reached the green in one shot.
The friendly lady in our group says she thinks she’s seen my ball and points to a large tuft of grass and says for me to look there. I go over to the long grass and search about and sure enough I find a ball, only this ball isn’t a golf ball but is a white plastic ball about the size of a tennis ball.
The strange ball is hollow and is covered in lots of holes (I seem to recall playing with a ball like this in the 1970’s but it’s a very distant memory, it also looks like the sort of thing a cat might play with perhaps only larger).
The ball puzzles me and I wonder if it really is the same ball I hit earlier, if so then the power of my strike seems to have transformed the ball and expanded, perforated and aerated it somewhat.
Thoughts: I quite liked this dream even though I’m not such a fan of the sport, striking the golf ball like
I did was immensely satisfying! I’m not really sure what the dream really signifies I can only assume
that it represents a positive progression of how I am working with my own thoughts and psyche at the
moment which is going very well. One detail that did catch my attention was the club, in a dream from
a day or two ago I associated the two baguettes my stepfather was carrying with the two of wands in
the tarot deck (I find the symbolic story within the tarot deck about the fool’s journey very interesting),
in this dream the golf club might have represented the ace of clubs (sometimes the wands are also
called clubs if I remember correctly. The ace of clubs is certainly a positive card from what I have read,
so it could certainly tie in with this upbeat dream. I’m surprised by the progression though over such a
short period of time although saying that I am feeling a lot better in myself just recently and much
more on top of things.
Dream 1: Literary love – I find myself in a little office like room in a high up apartment building. I see a
lady sat at a desk in front of a window which gives a view out onto an American looking street. The lady
is a successful writer and I see that she is sat in front of a typewriter with all of her pencils and papers
arranged tidily on her desk, she has a mug of coffee just to her right. The lady looks towards the
window but is actually staring into mid air entranced, she appears to be contemplating something or
perhaps even daydreaming about the novel she is working on. I become aware that I am not actually
here in the physical sense but just seem to be a subatomic pinpoint like grain floating invisibly in the
room. It suddenly dawns on me that I’m not actually real but am simply a character floating about in
the mind of the woman, a figment of her imagination that has momentarily escaped the gravity of her
imagination. I feel a terrible roller coaster like sinking feeling as I come to accept that sadly I’m not
real, I feel hollow, hopeless and two dimensional. I start to panic because I don’t feel I have any
meaning or importance (I guess that sounds kind of shallow). The lady drifts back out of her reverie
and goes back to writing her story again, I start to pick up that I’m actually the hero of her story which
is a kind of romantic adventure tale, when I learn this my emotions shift in completely the opposite
direction and I begin to feel elated and very proud and happy almost honoured to be her creation. A
sudden tremendous surge of gravity starts to pull me inwards into what feels like the woman’s mind or
imagination (there was a powerful feeling at this point like a radical shift in consciousness moving
outward inward and feeling like a part of a much greater whole). I suddenly feel like I’m floating in an
infinite void, it’s the universe of the woman’s mind. The previous feelings of hopelessness, hollowness
and uselessness completely leave me now that I’m reintegrated, I feel like I’m floating safely in the
protective womb of the universe knowing that I am going to be set some wonderful adventures and
have nothing to fear as my author god is guiding my every move.
Dream 2: So macho – I find myself at a racing circuit where I see lots of men out on the track dressed
in typically colourful one-piece fire retardant costumes and crash helmets, the race gets underway and
something soon becomes immediately apparent....the drivers aren’t using cars but are simply running
around the circuit making a lot of “Brrrr” engine noises like little boys whilst holding an invisible steering
wheel and pretending to drive. I find the scene incredible stupid and aggravating, the men barge into
one another as if jostling for position there is a lot of testosterone fuelled argy-bargy going on which I
find extremely pathetic. The race nears its end and when the lead driver comes over the line he strips
off his top to his waist exposing his bare muscly chest, as other drivers ‘run’ over the finish line the
winner spitefully runs over to them and sprays WD 40 (a mechanical penetrating fluid) in through the
visors of their crash helmets as if to blind them. The entire scene leaves me feeling emotionally cold
and also annoyed, I think to myself “This isn’t what it means to be a man”.
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It’s daytime and I find myself in an unfamiliar sitting room to my left is a couch with three women sat
upon it, the solid stern looking woman in the middle seems to be a protective motherly type whereas
the leaner ladies either side of her are perhaps her sisters or friends.
I am vaguely aware of some children playing about the house although they are not currently in this
room the kids belong to the woman in the middle on the sofa I feel.
The woman seated in the central position gives off a very particular feeling I get the impression that
she is quite rough and ready and could be very aggressive even violent if she wanted to be, she gives
me a smile which I find hard to read it could be one of genuine pleasantness or on the other hand it
could be hiding some maliciousness towards me.
On the carpeted floor in the lounge I see some quite large glassy spheres that look like children’s
marbles. I pick up one of the larger ones up immediately and lucidly noting its weight, hardness and its
glossy sheen. It appears to be made from some kind of cream colored glass with flecks of gold
embedded inside it, it’s a very pretty and intriguing object.
I decide to squeeze it to see how hard it is but much to my great surprise it yields greatly between my
fingers as I apply pressure almost as if it were alive or a living organic thing. Now it feels kind of
squishy in my hands very much like those bubble bath balls one can dissolve in a hot bath, I get the
impression that if I squeezed harder it may actually liquefy and turn into a small watery pool in my
I stop squeezing the sphere and it immediately returns to its granite tough original state, it’s quite
remarkable and amazes me. I look over to the woman sat in the middle of the sofa with a quizzical
expression as if to silently ask for some explanation of the magical ball, she just continues to grin at me
with her veiled smile.
I decide to pose her a question and ask her “Can you use it as a telephone?” (“It” being the glassy ball,
I haven’t a clue why I asked this as the ball was nothing like a telephone although in the dream this
question made perfect sense).
She smiles and tells me “Yes, if you wanted to you could use it as a telephone” her response is a
loaded one though as I sense from her reply that the sphere could be used for many other mysterious
and spectacular purposes too.
In another dream from this evening my childhood best friend is going back to live in the country where
his parents originated from in Austria, it a very happy and wonderful occasion and like he is going to
live happily ever after.
One other dream from this night revolved around preparations for a large surprise birthday party that
was being thrown for me by many peoples both family, friends and celebrities. I watch a rehearsal for
this party taking place from a distance. Later on I’m beckoned hurriedly to get changed as there is a
surprise for me, there seems to be a catch though and that I have to get changed into red clothes so I
put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. I go into the party to lots of cheers of “Surprise!” I’m really
enthralled and over the moon as I didn’t think that so many people cared about me to throw such a
party, I even see the musician Phil Collins here he’s kind of acting as the host and is going to be
playing his drums.