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I find myself at my Nan’s house upstairs near to where my old bedroom and toilet is situated, I am
accompanied by an uncle who is a builder and whom I rarely if ever dream of he in turn is
accompanied by his brother who is a plumber.
My uncle and his brother have completed stripped out the old bedroom so that all that is left are
the bare wooden floorboards and bare brick walls. The brothers are re-plastering my old bedroom
which seems like an extremely positive thing particularly as they are so experienced and work
quickly and also because they are helping me which in turn makes me feel very happy and not so
alone in the endeavour.
I note in particular that my uncle and his brother have applied the plaster incredibly thickly to
the walls in places it is about 6 inches thick which seems strange but I don’t argue with their
wisdom as I feel confident and certain that they know what they are doing, besides the workmanship
is very good and the thick plaster has adhered well.
Before I leave the room my uncle explains to me that plaster dries out very quickly and has to be
kept slightly damp if one is to continue working with it. I suggest going out to buy some spray
bottles the kind one might use to spray an indoor plant with to moisten the plaster but my uncle
says that he already has some in his van outside and so it won’t be necessary, he seems very well
prepared and professional.
I go to the toilet just outside the bedroom on the landing to inspect the same work that is going
on there, as I turn about in the small space I tread on a loose floorboard dislodging it slightly.
I get down on my hands and knees to inspect the cavity beneath the floor and discover a complex
network of plumbing pipes which appear to be made from flexible white snap together plastic tubing,
some of the main pipes run into a series of smaller horizontally placed ones creating something
akin to a vague harp shape.
I notice that one of the larger pipes has been connected up to the others incorrectly so I pull it
and disconnect it from its joint to the other pipe and an immediate spray of fast flowing clear
water immediately gushes out all around the toilet walls.
Without panicking (which was surprising for such a dream for me) I manage to keep my cool and
reconnect the piece of plumbing the correct way, I get a bit wet in the process but I actually feel
very positive and full of confidence that I persevered in such difficult and stressful
circumstances to correct the plumbing error.
I now have the feeling that due to my handiwork I will be able to flush the toilet with a really
good deluge of clean fresh water when the need arises.
Thoughts: I wasn’t really expecting a dream like this at all as I haven’t been feeling too emotional just lately. At a guess this dream would seem to be saying something about changing something in my past as symbolised in the first part of the dream in the bedroom and then second part in the toilet seemed to concern emotions. I’ll really have to try and figure out why I have so many dreams that revolve around my Nan’s house, I did live there for about 2 years whilst I was doing my exams at school so maybe these dreams of being at my Nan’s home and the various dramas played out there concern learning in some form or another? I’ll have to think about it some more and maybe even incubate a dream to discover this particular settings meaning.
Dream 1: Hercule investigates – It is daytime and I find myself driving a car through an unfamiliar suburbia I am accompanied by Agatha Christie’s fictional Belgian detective Hercule Poirot. We seem to be in quite a bit of a hurry to get to the house of a lady before she arrives in order to confront her with some questions as part of an investigation we are carrying out. I quickly park the car on the lady’s driveway and we head on into her house and wait for her to return, Hercule seems very cross and as if the lady he wishes to question has been leading him a merry song and dance. As we wait I peruse the ornaments and knickknacks in the lady’s ordinary living room. The woman eventually returns home and seems part surprised to find us here but also as if she were expecting a visit from us too, I sense and know that the lady is Australian and that this dream location or setting is in Australia.
Dream 2: The seventh wave – Daytime on a pebbly beach and I see many people sunbathing and relaxing when suddenly some very large barrelling waves come rolling up onto the beach as if out of nowhere. These waves aren’t particularly frightening and perhaps represent something more of a rare natural phenomena, I hear some young men talking about going out into the sea to take advantage of the waves to do some surfing.
Dream 3: Strange offspring – It is night time and I find myself on a terrace or balcony which feels as though it is very high up maybe on a skyscraper something perhaps like a penthouse suite, it’s not very easy to tell as it is dark. I go outdoors and see a wooden patio table on the veranda just in front of me, what happens next appears to occur in some kind of time-lapse motion. A white trumpet shaped flower moves to the centre of the table from my left and a small passion flower crawls to the centre of the table from my right. The flowers meet up in the centre of the table and begin to have what I guess are kind floral fornications, the passion flower gently probes the trumpet like flower with its tendril like stamen. After a short while the two flowers seem to fade into the background and are replaced with what I presume is the offspring of this strange union, where the flowers once were now gently sways backwards and forwards a pink mantis like flying stick insect. The vaguely moth like creature although an insect is actually very beautiful.
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(My first real lucid dream where I was aware I was dreaming and managed to interact with the
environment, it was a very brief experience cut short by my overexcitement. Some elements were
similar to my past out of body experiences such as finding myself in my dim early morning waking
life bedroom but things in this experience were different enough for me to realise that I was
actually dreaming. I had planned for a different sort of lucid dream last night but things didn’t
work out that way, some clues as to why this should be might be seen in Dreams 2, 6 and 8).Oh well
here is my first lucid dream experience....
I become fully lucid at some point in the early morning and fully aware in my dream, I am lying in
bed looking about the dim bedroom, I briefly wonder for a moment if I might have had an Oobe but
that doesn’t seem possible as I experienced no build up with vibrations or the usual exit phenomena.
I realise that I must be having a lucid dream just as I had hoped for only not quite how I expected
or intended for it to happen. To my right near the end of the bed stacked on the floor is an
unusual tall (about chest height) pile of white fluffy folded towels.
Realising that there is no such stack of towels in this place in waking life I manage to conclude
with full certainty that I am indeed having a lucid dream. I feel very strange in my head sort of
awake and aware yet dreaming, excitedly I reach out to touch the towels in an attempt to try and
pick one up.
My hand passes right through the pile of towels though just as if I were a ghost or spirit or maybe
the contrary and that it is the towels are ethereal and ghostly. My excitement at being lucid is
simply too much and I somehow inadvertently end the experience perhaps awakening momentarily before
blacking out or falling back into a deep sleep.
Thoughts: This was a very exciting dream and I only wished I could have calmed myself down and really done lots more with the opportunity, still now that I’ve managed to do it once I should be able to do it again. I had hoped to incubate a lucid flying dream last night although things didn’t work out that way, Dreams 2, 6 and 8 would seem to be linked directly to that initial dream wish and perhaps also offer an explanation as to why I didn’t have such an intended lucid dream. The factory in the Dreams 2, 6 and 8 was a place I recall from when I was very small where my father started working as an apprentice, the reference is purely symbolic I feel and has been chosen to reflect how I am something of a novice lucid dreamer. I rarely ever fly in my dreams and I think if I had a lucid dream of flying I might become frightened or over excited and immediately end the experience so the series of dreams is probably indicating that I need to build up to that sort of experience slowly a bit like with how the father was helping to show his son how to tie up his shoelaces in Dream 6 and then in Dream 8 how I was helping the manager of the lucid dream factory to thaw out.
Dream 1: The land bridge –It daytime with windy blustery weather I find myself in the country of Wales down on the coast, I am at some kind of busy unusual port that I have just discovered. The port doesn’t actually have any craft as such like ships or ferries but actually consists of one huge immense bridge with three lanes, one wide one in the middle for motor transport, one smaller one on the left for bicycles and another smaller one on the right for pedestrians. It’s a very busy place something a bit like an airport or maybe a train station perhaps with lots of people bustling and queuing, the people all seem to be preparing for a special one way voyage like a kind of emigration. I suddenly see a familiar dream style map fill my field of vision which is meant to show Wales and what I assume to be the Atlantic, unusually the geography beyond Wales looks different I can see two unusual and unfamiliar landmasses which aren’t Ireland or even America, they vaguely look like Iceland and Greenland or at least where these two places might be in relation to Wales sort of but are actually completely new land areas. There is a great deal of excitement and anticipation mixed with a little apprehension at discovering these new lands, the bridge spans from Wales to these new large landmasses.
Dream 2: No flying today – Daytime and I find myself on the hill leading up to my Nan’s house, halfway up the hill on the left is the small factory where my father was to start an apprenticeship as a young man. I walk in through the factory gates and up to the front doors of the small building where I see a note on a sheet of paper taped to the glass of the door, it reads “NO FLYING TODAY by order of the management”. There is nobody here and little for me to do but walk away and perhaps come back another time, I feel a little disappointed but I don’t get too upset as the matter is completely out of my hands.
Dream 3: The mechanics of MotoGP – It is daytime and I find myself at the familiar dream motorcycle racing circuit that I visit from time to time in my dreams, there is some very exciting Motorcycle Grand Prix racing going on which I watch as both as a spectator and also most excitingly as an occasional participant. The ambiance at the circuit is very thrilling and one of great exhilaration, after the racing I’m treated to a visit of one of the motorcycle manufacturers factories where the motorcycle frames are built, one of the lab technicians explains to me the importance of the frame particularly how it needs to be balanced. Looking at one of the frame assembly lines I see some kind of red laser cross superimposed onto the spine of the frame, apparently this method is used to find the sweet spot or centre of gravity of the frame, to me this imagery is somehow reminiscent of the biblical story of how the donkey came to have the crucifix like cross on its back.
Dream 4: Saving for a motorcycle – Daytime and I walk along an unfamiliar suburban street with my Mum and stepfather. A beautiful and exotic MV Agusta sports motorcycle zooms by me in the street, upon seeing the motorcycle I vow to myself in the silence of my own thoughts that I will one day have such a motorcycle for myself. As if listening in on my secret wish an invisible and inaudible guide like voice booms out from within me and tells me that if I want to have such a motorcycle then I will have to save for it and earn it without the help of my parents.
Dream 5: The white house – It’s daytime in a familiar street on the outskirts of my childhood hometown where there are a row of very fancy large Victorian style houses, I see a familiar work colleague in the garden of one of the homes he is the one who is absolutely mad passionate about cars. The colleague appears to be on his lunch hour and beckons me and my wife who is with me over to his house and invites us inside, once inside the friend offers a tour of the property and even to stay a few nights if we wish. I soon realise that the colleague lives alone in the huge house with his mother, the relationship seems to be an unusually close and slightly strange one. The interior of the property is painted entirely in off white and has an overpowering funerary feel about it which isn’t particularly negative (its actually quite clean and light) but is strangely sombre with unusual religious iconography like miniature altars and lots of arum lilies displayed from the walls. It’s a most intriguing interior and seems something of a peculiar shrine. I don’t actually get to see the colleagues mother even though I sense that she is about somewhere in one of the many rooms of the house, I get the feeling that the mother is in a perpetual state of mourning for something which is not apparent it may not be an actual living person and may be for something like her self or a relationship such as the strange one she has with her son. My wife and I stay a night or two in the house sleeping in one of the rooms on a mattress on the floor, it’s a most unusual setting and ambiance but the work colleague is very friendly and welcoming.
Dream 6: Learning to tie shoelaces – Daytime again and I’ve decided to go back to the factory I visited in Dream 2 to see if there is any news about the lucid flying lessons, on the way up the hill though I am stopped in my tracks by a father and his three sons. The man is knelt down tying up his youngest son’s shoelaces whilst at the same time showing him how to do it for himself, the man and his boys are completely blocking the pavement stopping me from getting past. I’m very impatient to get past them and get myself into a real tizzy wanting to complain but managing to hold my tongue, I somehow manage with quite a lot of difficulty to squirm and fidget my way past them, I must have seemed very rude and impatient but such was my eagerness and keenness to see if there was any news at the factory about my wish to go lucid flying.
Dream 7: Name tags – I find myself at a playschool as some kind of helper, a Dutch work colleague enters with her little boy and comes over to me and asks me to take care of her son and show him how to make a name tag for his satchel or sports bag. The small quiet boy sits down beside me and I show him and his mother before she leaves how I’ve written my own name on a piece of toilet paper (?), this was not a particularly easy thing to do but I’ve managed to make the writing very good and clear in big black capital letters. The young boy has a very unusual name which reminds me of another word, I help him to write his name on a piece of toilet paper too which will be used as a name tag of some kind (?).
Dream 8: Defrosting the lucid dream manager – Still daytime and I have once again made an attempt at returning to the factory from Dreams 2 and 6 and this time I have managed to somehow get inside the factory. The building is mostly empty with no activity but there on the shop floor I see a man who looks like he is dressed like a stereotypical manager in a smart suit with a bowler hat, but most peculiarly though the man wears this suit inside of an all encompassing astronauts suit. I look in through the visor of the helmet and see that the lucid dream manager of the factory is frozen solid in a solution of what looks like icy brine or formaldehyde. I pick up some kind of an ignition tool from a work bench and insert it into the right hand side of the man’s space helmet and begin the slow process of thawing him out.
Dream 9: The overflowing oil diffuser alarm clock – It is early morning and I find myself in an unfamiliar bedroom which I am sharing with my wife and her sister-in-law, we each sleep separately in our own single beds. My bedside alarm goes off and wakes me up, its an unusual device as it appears to be part clock and part fragrant oil diffuser, I really like my alarm clock but I notice that the essential is bubbling away like a kind of amber lava and has started to flow up and out of the shallow glass bowl and down over the case of the alarm clock proper. I panic a bit as I’m worried the sticky gooey syrup will somehow get inside and short-circuit the alarm clock and fuse it.