Plucking heirs.
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Lucid Intent? No
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It is daytime and I find myself in a specific location on the outskirts of my childhood hometown near to a crossroads.I stand with a disused railway line and bridge directly behind and below me, beyond which is a forest, my teenage childhood home is to my right and behind me, to my immediate right the nuns convent after which is the town centre, directly opposite a housing estate and to my left and the direction I am walking my childhood home.
My Mum is with me and we appear to be out gently walking and talking with one another, the situation is amicable and yet awkward as we both seem to be struggling to talk about the sensitive and complicated root issues in our relationship.
As we stroll I notice that there is an extremely thick black telescopic hair growing out from the first joint after the knuckle on my right index finger the hair looks like a wiry eyebrow hair only much thicker and stronger. I wonder to myself if I should try to pluck the hair out, it would be hard I imagine and probably very painful too as the hair is very thick, strong and well rooted.
Later back at my Mum’s current home my Mum goes into her bedroom and removes her blouse and lies face down on her bed, she ask me to have a look at her back, when I look I’m surprised to see some dark hairs just beneath the surface of her skin in one or two place that look as though they are just about to push through to the surface.
My Mum asks me to remove the hairs by plucking them for her but this would be difficult as the few hairs are still beneath the derma, I do see one wiry hair which I could pluck but I notice that it is growing from a mole, I tell my Mum that I’m not willing to pluck the hair growing from the mole as it could be dangerous and cause further complications.
Additional Comments:
Thoughts: The dream in general is probably how I feel like my Mum still treats me like a child and how we both have difficulties concerning this issue. The eyebrow type hairs in this dream almost certainly symbolize expressions just like how one might use their own eyebrows to express a feeling, the eyebrow hair on my index finger probably suggests how I have a grasp on this situation and a strong opinion to move on and be independent and my own person (The junction and bridge), to remove my own personal expression and desire for independent growth (the single strong hair) would be extremely painful. My mother’s hairs were random and lay beneath the surface and were in a location where she cannot see them possibly either a reference to denial, suppression or as symbolized by their undeveloped nature that she is unwilling to develop her own expressions and views (at least that’s just my opinion and perspective). And just like with the creature the mole may symbolically represent those attitudes such as short-sightedness which are undermining the development of my Mum’s feelings concerning how we relate to one another, I guess that may sound like hogwash and even harsh and I would usually say that most dream symbolism usually relates entirely to myself but in the coming week I will be seeing my Mum and I’m expecting there to be some form of conflict and friction regarding her still wanting me to come back home to live with her.Dream 1: The ploughed soccer pitch – Evening time and I am playing a game of soccer on a cramped tiny soccer pitch, I play on the side of England against the Argentine side of Diego Maradonna. The game seems like a friendly and just for fun and appropriately the goal mouths have been set-up like young boys might do playing at the park with piles of jackets and coats with even a corner sofa being used for the left hand side upright of the English goal. The game suddenly gets underway with the English side completely taken by surprise by the fast kick-off, the Argentine side scores a goal past the English goalkeeper who was completely un-expecting it, the Argentine players run around making lots of celebrations whilst the English complain that the goal was cheating as their side wasn’t ready. Back at the goal mouth of the Argentine side some of the Argentinean players rummage through my coat pocket which is currently lying on the ground making up one of their goal posts, they find a small bottle of my waking life aftershave (a birthday gift from a sister-in-law, the name of which is Allure by Chanel ( a need to channel allure somehow?!), there could be some word play going on here) the Argentine players spray some on themselves and sniff it and tell me that I have good taste and that they like my aftershave, I feel quite happy by the compliment but when I go back to rejoin my side at the other end of the pitch my English teammates tell me that the aftershave is effeminate and not at all manly. I begin to drift away from the match and walk away to the same location which appeared at the start of the principal dream above only at dusk. I see that the entire area including the soccer pitch, road, junction and pavements basically all of the land for as far as I can see has been ploughed up just like a field. On one hand it seems sad that the football pitch has been dug up like it has but it also seems like a good thing and somewhere like a fresh start with a promise of new growth.
Dream 3: Grown men like ice-cream too – I find myself way up in the stratosphere amongst the clouds at a small carousel like ice-cream stand, the comedian Eddie Murphy is sat at the bar and is accompanied by the work colleague who is fanatical about sports cars. They are both tucking into an ice-cream each (lemon flavor I feel) and chat amongst themselves in a joking and humorous way. I walk over to them and end up making a fool of myself with a stupid question or remark about their ice-creams (something about ice-cream not being mans food). Eddie and the colleague roar with laughter almost exaggeratedly at my foolishness and lack of wisdom, I cringe having made myself look like a complete child in front of them.
Dream 4: The key to independence – Morning time and I find myself in the indoor parking at my place of work, as I walk to go upstairs to the office I see a bright orange Italian motorbike parked in the motorcycle bay. The bike would appear to be parked in a space which belongs to me and which logically makes the bike mine. I go over and to sit astride the bike excitedly taking in the feel and look of the motorcycle, I happily realize that I will be able to use the bike to ride home after work later on, that is until I realize that I don’t have the key with me but which I left at home. I trudge over to the elevator glumly it doesn’t look like I’ll be going home by motorcycle after I’ve finished work after all.
