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Night time and I am driving a car alone along unfamiliar country lanes, there is an awful amount of
traffic on the roads for this time of night with many queuing and others barging and pushing in
front of others.
My driving is no better and I don’t feel particularly in control of my vehicle I feel in a hurry
and I drive too fast and I brake too late and end up making risky careless overtaking manoeuvres
and I even sense that I am in conflict with another driver who is following behind me.
After driving though the night for a long time I finally arrive at a car park not far from my place
of work, it is now the morning time. I see my waking life car parked all alone at the far end of
the car park (the dream car I had been driving around in was different). I head over to it and see
a familiar manager from my place of work sat in the driver’s seat. The manager opens the door to
get out as he sees me approach.
The colleague has a very stern expression on his face and gives me a look as if to say “Where have
you been? I’ve been waiting ages for you”, he gives up the seat in the car for me and I get in but
once inside I see that the car is in a real state with lots of clutter. I notice in particular that
my little pot of crystals from home has spilt over in the foot well of the passengers seat
scattering the little gems everywhere.
The car doesn’t feel like a very comfortable place to be at the moment so I get back out again
where the silent and strict manager hands me an unusual looking bicycle, it appears to be one of
those peculiar fold-up bicycles. I unfold the bike and it seems to assemble all by itself
conveniently into a large parallelogram or trapezium or maybe even perhaps a giant triangle. The
bicycle looks like a very high-tech and futuristic Penny Farthing bicycle made from tubes of smooth
brushed lightweight aluminium.
I get up onto the bicycle’s high seat and proceed to ride down the lane to my place of work,
regardless of the bicycles cumbersome nature it’s surprisingly pleasant to ride. As I sit perched
up on high I continue to piece together sections of the bicycle as I ride along such as an unusual
long gear shifter which when pumped backwards and forwards helps to propel the bicycle along, this
appendage almost seems like a supplementary way to add extra kinetic energy into the bicycles
motion as well as the regular traditional pedalling.
Thoughts: Although the first part of this dream and the part with the cluttered car was quite stressful and anxious the bicycle part was much more positive. The bicycle almost certainly refers to my strong wishes to get some semblance of balance back into my life. There is possibly something in this drama about learning to balance work and pleasure in order to be happy in life too in that I should try and allocate more time to leisurely pursuits and recreations, and perhaps also something about diet and exercise as well. The bicycle I have read can also represent the personal efforts and motivations which gets one somewhere or where they want to be in life as a bicycle is often ones first experience of mastering a body skill which leads to gaining greater freedom or so I have read. Learning to ride the bicycle rather than using the car probably indicates that I need perseverance, mental balance and confidence to master certain things in my life and to achieve my goals. For some reason and although I’m not quite convinced of the idea the scattered crystals in the foot well of the passenger side reminded me of chakras or energy centres and the general clutter in the car made me think of how imbalanced or unclear the various qualities are which are associated with each crystal or chakra, their being in the foot well may have something to do with grounding or that the higher attributes have some how ‘fallen’ from a kind of grace to a more base level?
Dream 2: Pedalling at sea – Daytime, the weather is fine and I find myself just off shore watching a group of four ladies dressed in bathing suits detachedly as they pedal a small leisure boat just off the coast, the ladies are manoeuvring their little craft into a small sandy cove in an unhurried and laid back way as they chat and have fun together. The entire scene has an air of the 1920’s or 1930’s about it and also has the vague ambiance of an Agatha Christie novel about it too. The scene shifts to some point later in the day after the ladies have come ashore onto the beach, one of the young women has wandered off by herself exploring the coastline and has come across some kind of garden allotment where there is a garden shed, I watch as the young lady enters the rickety dim hut to explore. Inside the shed I see a naked and very aged old man he is almost identically to the old man from this dream ‘Inside the sacred mountain.’ from Saturday the 6th September 2008. When the man sees the half exposed woman in her bathing costume he becomes very animated and excited. The odd couple embraces and has sex in a very acrobatic standing up position, the woman with her back to the man’s front. The young woman must be in her twenties and the old man in his nineties. There is something I find quite distasteful about the purely sexual and almost primal nature of the energetic scene although the old man and the young lady seem to both be enjoying themselves regardless of my observations and thoughts.
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Early morning time and I have just been woken up by my wife who is getting herself ready for work,
in the dream my wife is her current age but I appear to be a child again (at least for the moment).
My wife calls out and tells me to get ready for school otherwise I’ll be late.
I rush to get dressed and then hurry out on a bicycle to go to school the area outdoors is
uncannily familiar although I can’t quite place it. The location is possibly a melange of the area
where I lived about 3 years ago and the location where the sixth form college I went to is.
I feel a little worried that I’ll have trouble finding my way to the school but these concerns are
soon allayed as the school is well signposted (by a triangular ‘Give Way’ sign as I now recall it)
and the school is also surprisingly close to my (dream) home too.
As I cycle up to the entrance of the school (which vaguely does look like the old sixth form
college with an ambiance of the surrounding area and county) I suddenly realise that I am nearly 36
years old and don’t need to go to school.
With this realisation I decide to continue on my way and I keep cycling and come to a pub where I
decide to stop and go inside to have a drink. Once inside I realise that I am in fact in France
even though the preceding drama took place in England and even though the pub looks a little
Inside the pub I see lots of Frenchmen dressed in business suits sat at tables chatting and
drinking, I consider buying a drink and then going to sit at a table for some company but decide
against it out of a mixture of shyness and timidity.
I take my traditional styled glass bottle of Coca Cola outside to sit down in the outdoor garden
area of the pub, I wonder how I’m going to get the lid off the bottle of Cola without a bottle
opener but I’m surprised when I simply apply pressure with my thumb and pop it off easily.
I walk over to take a seat on a very pleasant looking smooth boulder which is surrounded by tall
tufts of grass. The boulder or rock makes a very good seat and sort of makes me feel a bit like
the ‘King of the Castle’ (this game is also called ‘King of the Hill’ I think).
My new seat also has some sort of music system integrated into it which is currently blaring out
very loud music (the very same as on a CD I bought a while ago).
Just then I see a group walk into the garden of the pub and take a seat at one of the outdoor
tables, the group consists of two ladies with some young children. Another unfamiliar lady who is
not associated with the group but is possibly either a patron or perhaps an employee approaches me
and tells me politely to turn down the volume of the music playing from the music system integrated
into my rock seat as it will disturb the group of females who have just sat down.
The lady isn’t at all rude and I do as she says and reduce the volume, in fact it’s almost as if
she is advising me to do this for my own benefit more than anything almost as if I will gain
something such as being able to hear what is going on around me more easily.
Thoughts: This was actually a really quite positive dream particularly the part where I realised that I didn’t have to go to back to school, there might be something more to that symbolism than a simple dislike of school such as in having learnt certain lessons in life and moving onto newer ground. Popping the top off the Coca Cola bottle seemed significant as did that special boulder throne, being told to turn the volume of the music down was also very important I feel and for some reason I can’t help sensing that this particular piece of advice had something to do with inner peace or tranquillity in the form of meditation or trance and how silence is important in that regard. Perhaps the two ladies and the children somehow represent aspects of my inner psychological self that I need to listen to in order to learn something important?
Dream 2: The sweet café – Daytime and I find myself walking to visit a familiar café (familiar but one that I didn’t really visit that often and one that I have never dreamt of before). The dream environment is very real and as I walk inside the little coffee shop I notice a small television set hanging from the eave of the shops roof, it would appear to have just been installed for the pleasure of the clientele. I go over to the counter noting the very real and amenable ambiance as I look at the menu and decide what to have to eat I see a selection of different chocolate digestive biscuits set out on the counter top for customers to take, the biscuits are free and complimentary. I dip my biscuit into a cup of coffee as I read the menu, a moment later the biscuit typically flops in half and I lose half of the biscuit in the bottom of the cup, I make a bit of a harrumph but eat the other drier half regardless. As I browse the menu I notice that the café only serves sweet and sugary snacks, this is a little frustrating because on this rare occasion I have the urge to eat something savoury.