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It is early morning and I am asleep within my dream (a strange feeling) in bed in my old room at my Nan’s house. I stir and slowly awaken to see my male cousin stood over my bed watching me, it would appear that he wanted to rouse and encourage me from out of my sleep.
As I prop myself up in bed I can feel something crawling under the sheets and then on my back, this crawling is accompanied by a tiny buzzing or vibrating sensation. I swivel off the side of the bed throwing the covers to one side and out floats a bumble bee, the bee is not at all threatening and in fact seems like a very positive sign.
I walk out onto the landing to where the small room with the toilet is and peer through the open door I’m surprised to see that the toilet and cistern is no longer here. All that remains is a slightly damp patch on the wooden floorboards where the toilet previously sat the tiny space is now completely empty.
I understand that it was my Mum who removed the toilet from this small closet which again just like the bumble bee seems like an extremely positive detail. I imagine that now the toilet has gone the closet like space could be used as a storage cupboard for brick-a-brack, old mementoes and sentimental keepsakes.
Thoughts: There isn’t anything I think of in my waking life that would seem to have inspired this quite
positive dream, the drama did seem quite uplifting although the symbol of the bee and the toilet
seemed to straddle the line between also being potentially negative too but in my dream they seemed
to embody their respective positive sides. I also had two other dreams this evening one was with my
father where he is was being very affectionate and another just before waking which was a very
sensual sort of dream.
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I’m traveling through London on board a coach which is taking me to an airport to catch a flight, I feel
like we are pushing it for time and that I might miss my plane.
As we drive through the busy streets the coach driver suddenly makes a detour and pulls the coach left
onto a turnpike. I notice that the coach driver is wearing the uniform of a milkman rather than a coach
The coach driver heads off along this road for a short distance before pulling into what looks like a
farm, as I get closer I see that the main property and outbuildings are actually a veterinary surgery
and a refuge for unwanted and stray animals.
I come to the understanding that the coach driver is actually the vet who owns the sanctuary and
(Perhaps his costume wasn’t that of a milkman’s after all but rather the surgical white coat of a vet?
The feelings of a milkman at that particular point in the dream were quite strong though, possible
layered symbolism at work here).
It looks like I am being forced to pay this place a visit regardless of my hurry to the airport, the vet is
in complete control and want’s me to visit his practice.
As soon as I descend off the coach a hairy brown little boar starts coming over to me nudging me and
sniffing about me, at first I feel very defensive and fearful of the animal but I soon come to realize the
creature is just curious and actually quite friendly.
The vet leads me out to some large cages at the rear of his surgery, inside the lower floor appears to
be given over to chickens. Situated in this same pen are some tall bird tables the vet beckons me over
to the tables as he wants to show me them in more detail.
I look at the table and see that they each have a scattering of golden sweet corn or maize on them,
most strange of all I see some bees feasting on the maize. This detail seems very important and was
what the vet wanted to show me, every now and then some of the vet’s bees drift in to eat some of the
corn and then buzz back out of the cage again.
After viewing this scene the vet walks me back through his surgery where I am led into a cubicle or
changing room which is identical in appearance to a bedroom I had when I was living at my
I’m still in a hurry to get to the airport and I’m hurrying to get changed into some different clothes, I
pull on a shirt which is sopping wet it looks like I have just pulled it out of a basket of laundry that just
came out of a washing machine.
The shirt is clammy and wet and very tight too, so tight in fact that I become a bit irritable while trying
to button it up. It’s only when I finish buttoning it up that I realize that a wet black sock got caught up in
the shirt when I pulled it from the laundry basket.
I whip the sock out in a bit of an awkward tantrum and the shirt immediately feels more comfortable (at
least in fit if not in dryness!).
Interpretation: The little drama at the vets in the caged area seemed to be saying something very
powerful to me and it was only when I was writing it up that it seemed to click. The flightless chickens
seemed negative they would never be able to eat the maize from the bird tables as they can’t fly up to
reach it, the chickens are also prisoners in the cage too with no means of escape. The key seems to be
the positive bees that can pass easily pass through the wire mesh of the cage coming and going as they
please to feed upon the golden corn which they can reach. There is also word play here too I think as in
one can be a ‘chicken’ as in afraid or one can merely bee (be). The theme of flightlessness and flying in
turn seemed to be echoed in the flight I hoped to take at the airport. The dream is probably showing
that I need to tame (the vet) and control my instincts (the boar) if I want to achieve my goals (the
corn) I also need to be more disciplined (the bees) and not be afraid (the chickens) to take risks, if I do
this then I will have more freedom in the way I provide for myself and not be trapped (the cage) in a
job I don’t like doing. The airport probably represents potential new beginnings career wise which are
open to me but my lateness could indicate either my fear of change, my ambivalence and perhaps
even how I don’t feel ready about seizing such an opportunity.
Dream 1: Stepfather looks like a radio DJ – I find myself on the stairs back at my childhood home and
I also feel like a child again (very strange feeling to be back here in this way as it is very real). My
future stepfather is here and he seems younger my Mum is with him on the stairs too. I tell my step
Dad that he looks like a popular radio DJ in the U.K. (when I woke up I was quite surprised because my
stepfather did actually look like this person but I’d never thought about it before).
Dream 2: Thirst – I have a real thirst on for Coca Cola and I can’t seem to get enough of it, I go over
to a fridge to search for some more as I’ve completely finished off the supplies that were left in the
house. When I open up the fridge I see a selection of my wife’s health and beauty products all lit up by
the fridge’s interior light. The products are all in similar white and pastel yellow packaging lining the
interior of the fridge door’s shelves, there doesn’t seem to be any cola here though.
Dream 3: Smart hair – I’m looking in a mirror and see myself as I am in waking life, I just notice that
my hair has been combed and brushed in a very prim, proper twee kind of way. I look like a little boy
whose mother has just brushed his hair into a neat side parting for him. The style is kind of smart but
too conservative and I don’t really like it.
Dream 5: Another airport & my wife’s pocket knife – I’m in my old home town hurrying to try to get to
an airport again like in the first dream, I find myself in an unfamiliar dream bed & breakfast whose
location in waking life is that of a large bank. I am up in the room with my wife she is helping my pack
my suitcase (I appear to be traveling alone). My wife asks me to pass her a little Swiss army pocket
knife that she has recently bought, she wants to use the knife to cut some tape or cord she is using to
do the packing with. My wife asks me to open the knife for her but when I pull out the tools I only find
two saws. I tell my wife that she was miss-sold the pocket knife but I tell her not to worry as I have to
pop into town before I go to the airport so I will have a look for a replacement for her. I go into town
and spend ages wandering around looking for the knife for my wife but don’t find one, I eventually give
up knowing that I have to hurry back to the B&B to pay for my room and then rush off to the airport.
The going is really slow and it takes me ages to get back to the hotel, I enter in through the door of the
hotel where I see the lady of the house stood drying washed up crockery at a small table in the hallway
(a very odd place to be doing it). The woman has a sour expression on her face she can see that I’m
waiting to pay my bill but completely ignores me which makes me very tense and frustrated I really
feel that I’m going to miss my flight at this rate. The woman’s daughter struts past me into the lounge
area she looks like she’s stepped right out of the 1950’s she gives off an attitude of a young teen who is
trying to act like an adult, from around the corner of the door I see her father sat in his easy chair with
his pipe and slippers reading g the paper he also looks typical of the 1950’s. The sour looking woman
dries her hands on the tea towel and looks ready to receive my payment, but suddenly I can’t find my
wallet. It eventually turns up in a pocket but when I open it up all of the contents appear to have
disappeared, but when I look for a second time I realize that they are all there but have just slipped
beneath all of the sleeves making them look like they had disappeared....I feel very relieved but fear
that I’m sure to have missed my flight by now.
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I find myself at the foot of a sloping garden stood directly in front of one end of a fence which splits the
garden in two with one half to my left, the other to my right and with me in the middle. The scene is
slightly reminiscent of a part of my great grandmother’s garden.
The scenery is hyperreal and glows with an inner light the right hand side of the garden is owned by a
man who I sense is roughly in his late 50’s or 60’s. He is a beekeeper and his garden is given over to
lots of bee hives, I watch him dressed in his white clothes as he cares for the bees.
The left hand side of the garden is full of lots of beautiful flowers I watch as a woman who also appears
to be in her late 50’s or 60’s kneels down and tends to her flowers and plants. The woman is dressed
for gardening in Wellington boots, trousers, gloves and a summer hat.
As I watch the scene detachedly I notice that the lady’s flowers are pushing through the gaps in the
fence as if trying to seek out some attention in the man’s garden, likewise the bee’s from the man’s
garden occasionally drift over into the lady’s garden to visit the flowers.
I realize that both the neighbors actually represent god. In my dream this realization is contrary to the
old stereotypical version of god as being an old man with a huge white beard dressed in white robes
and sitting on a cloud, here god is a male and female couple a bit like a husband and wife.
There seems to be a little coldness between the man and woman its nothing serious its just that they
don’t seem to talk with one another and keep to each others side of the garden. I watch as one of the
man’s bee’s drifts over into the lady’s garden and stings her on the forearm and then drops to the
The lady looks a little annoyed and seems to blame the man for the bee sting, the bee wasn’t being
intentional malicious and at one level the sting even seemed to represent a sexual encounter.
Both the tiny wound in the woman’s arm and the bee’s little stinger appear to symbolize male and
female genitalia. I watch as the tiny thorn like stinger drops from the woman’s puncture wound to the
Interpretation: This dream seems to be following on from some other recent dreams with a spiritual
theme, the drama seems to be emphasizing attempts at harmonizing the masculine and feminine
elements. The dream also seemed quite positive to me and its meaning appears quite clear so I can’t
think of any more to add, save for that I found some very interesting information about bees and
beekeeping over at Wikipedia one snippet of which explained that the majority of bees in the hive are
actually all female.
Dream 2: Somber rays – I find myself viewing another scene detachedly this time I’m inside an
arabesque ladies boudoir or harem, the scene is laid out as if it were an oil painting by Ingres, the
room has curtained drapes hanging from the walls with a large square open window at the rear
overlooking a moonlit sea. Where I would have normally expected to see a female nude reclining on
the bed of pillows I instead see a naked woman sat at the left end of the bed hunched over clutching
her arms around her knees, the woman appears to be melancholy and in discomfort. On the floor in the
foreground is a simple angular crystal wine glass full of red wine, the moonlight pouring in through the
window and passing through the glass is very unusual. The light is very somber, diffused and soft but
still bright and full of ambiance. As it shines and passes through the glass of wine it refracts along the
floor creating a long burgundy colored shadow. I am then offered a view out of the rear window up into
the night sky which is an unusually pale subdued blue (but still night time, most unusual and
atmospheric) I see the big white half moon with its obscured left side nestled deeply into the baby blue
night sky, I immediately associate the moon with a spherical ovum nestled into the arcing wall of the
womb like night sky. (The light in this dream was absolutely stunning and remarkably just as I was
leaving work the sky actually looked very much like in my dream with dramatic mauve, dark purple
and pink clouds interlacing with the sun’s ray’s breaking through and along the horizon).