Date of dream: Wednesday, December 27, 2006
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My wife and I are together in the room of a house the room has the feel of a sitting room or lounge
about it but has been converted into some kind of workshop. There are large wooden workbenches,
large cream coloured fabric blankets and primitive wooden tools lying about.
At our feet lie lots of large flagstones almost like giant floor tiles, they are all square shaped but appear
to have been cut and fashioned by hand. The huge flat stones are very grimy and dirty and appear to
be covered in some kind of oily black film.
I seem to be in charge of the situation in the workshop (slightly unusual for me in my dreams) and I tell
my wife that we are both going to clean the floor tiles and make them like new. I tell her that I am
going to mix up a special cleaning solution in order to do this.
I take a glass biology beaker and start to mix some clear fluids together one of which is hydrochloric
acid. I seem to know what I am doing as I measure the various clear fluids into the jar, one of the
fluids has a clear yellow colour a bit like the white uncooked part of an egg.
I take a large stainless dessert spoon and dip it into the jar to give the mixture a stir. As soon as the
spoon touches the mixture it instantly starts to frazzle and crackle, I realise that the acid is eating
ferociously at the spoon and corroding it.
I call out to my wife with a mixture of excitement and surprise “Whoah! Can you see what the mixture
is doing to the spoon!” my wife seems just as surprised at the volatile reaction but doesn’t say
anything. I then remove the charred and pitted spoon from the mixture.
We both get down on our hands and knees and I pour a little of the clear fluid onto two of the large
flagstones. Taking some toilet tissue paper in our hands we then proceed to rub the acidic mixture into
the surface of the stones in order to clean them.
As the tissue soaks up the acid I see that it absorbs rapidly, I am very aware that I mustn’t let this
hazardous substance touch my fingers and I tell my wife to be careful too. I actually have the
realisation that toilet paper probably isn’t the best material to be using for this job.
The stones are nearly clean, I can see two or three spots of the black oil or paint and give them a very
firm rub and they disappear. After much scrubbing and cleaning the two floor stones that we have been
working are fresh and clean and just like new and when they would have come from the ground.
As I gaze down at the beautiful clean stones I have a flashback and return back in time to the place
where these stones were quarried.
I am now stood on the edge of a quarry in the daytime the weather is very fine. I watch ahead of me
as lots of golden cream coloured stones float up magically out of the quarry into the sky. They appear
to have all been worked and fashioned whilst still down in the quarry.
The stones have an unusual shape something like the letter “T” but very curvaceous, it looks as if the
mason responsible has been trying to create some kind of human form kind of like the torso of a man
with outstretched arms.
The mason also seems to be incredibly busy and industrious as thousands upon thousands of these
sculptures float up out of the deep cavernous quarry. Sadly I am made aware by some higher mental
thoughts that all of these sculptures are failed attempts at creating something more meaningful or
purposeful.
The unseen being watching over the engrossed mason that impressed this thought upon me goes onto
say that there is only one perfect way to sculpt the male form and that is to have him reclining on his
left with his head supported by his left hand and arm.
Then as if to support this suggestion I see a kind of visual thought bubble appear in the sky of what the
bodiless being meant. I see the stone sculpture of the male reclining on its left side, it looks to have
been carved in the ancient Greek or roman style but it has a very strong feeling of the East about it.
Seeing the thought bubble image reminds me very much of how I have seen some pictures of the
Buddha laying down on his side.
Additional Comments:
The feeling of the East got stronger at the end of this dream.
Date of dream: Saturday, November 18, 2006
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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It is evening time and I am in a bedroom in a very large and stylish oriental hotel, the interior is vast
and has lots of red embellishments, gold trim and black mahogany wood. The hotel has a very
sophisticated and classy gourmand restaurant situated within it too.
The bedroom I am in is very chic and expensive and follows on with the oriental theme from the rest of
the hotel. It is so large in fact that it resembles a good sized open plan apartment.
I am lying naked on a very large double bed. In the room with me is a handsome businessman, he
looks like a stockier or rougher version of a classical music conductor I am vaguely aware of who has a
shoulder length blonde curly mullet (can’t think of his name at the moment).
The man is dressed in a suit in a casual kind of way, he stands in the room quite cool but I sense that
he is a little impatient about something. The only other person in the room is a beautiful hermaphrodite,
this person lies naked on the bed with me too.
The hermaphrodite and I hit it off together straight away, we identify with one another very much and
start getting physically involved on the bed.
I am made aware that the reason that I am here is so that the businessman can have sex with me. The
whole idea of this weird orgy doesn’t seem to bother me at all and I feel very open and liberated. In a
strange kind of way the fact that the man wants something from me makes me feel wanted somehow
or powerful? The company of the hermaphrodite makes me feel very happy too.
As the hermaphrodite and I start petting and getting more physical on the bed I sense the businessman
getting a little more tense or impatient. It appears that he wants to have sex with me but he doesn’t
know how to go about it, after some time he partially gets undressed and gets onto the bed with the
intention of having sex.
He turns me onto my stomach (something he does several times) he doesn’t seem to be able to make
up his mind as to go about the task. Bizarrely I don’t share his unease or embarrassment and I feel
quite peaceful and relaxed.
The businessman also seems to have some kind of weird fetish where he keeps covering me in
different kinds of bed sheets, some are cotton and others silk. After some time I find myself under a
considerable weight of bed linen, the final sheet to be placed on top of me is some kind of wedding
sheet made from fine embroidered material or lace.
The businessman eventually gets around to the sexual act. Still on my stomach I look in front of me
and on a small dresser I see a collection of the man’s aftershaves. I reflect that he must actually live in
this room permanently and not actually be here as a one off thing.
Out of curiosity I take one of the smallest perfume bottles and tip a little of the contents onto the pillow,
I wonder if the man will be angry but he doesn’t seem to mind.
No sooner has the orgy got underway than we hear a knock at the door. I watch as the businessman
goes over to open it and is greeted by an effeminate young man.
The man at the door is a male prostitute and apparently he was meant to be taking my place in the
strange threesome or orgy. When the male prostitute sees me on the bed he flies into an uncontrollable
rage. He has a friend with him and they go about the corridor outside the room smashing objects
plates, dishes, vases etc and spilling jugs of orange juice and water all over the floor.
It seems that they do this with the intention of getting the businessman into trouble and making him
pay for all of the damage. Neither the hermaphrodite nor the businessman does anything to stop the
male prostitute, so feeling courageous and brave I leap up off the bed and decide to take control.
I chase the male prostitute down the corridor still completely naked in the direction of the Chinese
restaurant (his accomplice has run off and escaped). I get closer and closer to him until I can rugby
tackle him to the floor. He wriggles about in my arms but is no match for my firm grip. I manhandle
him down the corridor and hand him over to some staff so that they can give him to the manager of the
hotel.
As we pass through the restaurant and corridor I see a young Asian waitress carrying a plate with the
house special, it appears to be some vegetable and meat dish with a weird blue sauce cover the food. I
think this looks weird, as I’ve never seen any foodstuff with a blue colour before?
(Unbelievably nobody in the restaurant seems bothered by the commotion!).
Much later the businessman, the hermaphrodite and I check out of the hotel. We turn a corner to leave
together where we see a enormous fat man sat cross legged in the middle of the foyer, he wears a
huge pin striped suit, has a large bold head and looks very much like the Buddha.
The Buddha man must be about 8 or 9feet tall and weigh at least two tons! It is made aware to us that
he is the manager of the hotel. All three of us walk past him in amazement, I turn back and see that he
gets up from the floor to say something to me.
He picks up a large green crab from the floor, the crab cannot harm him and he seems to be very
much in control. I laugh and am amazed to see that the crab is the male prostitute, he has been
transformed somehow or caricatured as this animal, it’s the strangest sight but extremely amusing!
The Buddha man looks at me with a long wide smile (the smile is full of wisdom but seems to be hiding
something). He holds up the crab by one of its main claws as if holding a symbol and says to me “In
one or two days you will be judged for your deeds” he says this without giving me any idea whether
this judgment will be positive or negative.
He continues smiling at me with his wide smile, I turn to leave and start to feel concerned and worried
about what the Buddha man had to say and what the outcome will be and what it means for me.
Additional Comments:
I had my doubts about posting this dream due to the really bizarre content, but I guess if I don’t post it
then I won't get any readers opinions or insights so here goes!
I felt this dream to be important somehow particularly the ending so I woke up immediately afterward
to write it down.
