Lucid Intent? No
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It is daytime and I find myself back in the exact same bullfighting ring I was in during this dream ‘The bullfight.’ from Friday the 25th July 2008.
The arena is devoid of spectators and is instilled with a silent ceremonial expectation. An immense muscular snow white bulky bull enters from my right through the amphitheatres tunneled portal. The gargantuan beast slowly trots into the stadium with the poise and grace of a dressage horse. I note that the bull has a Polynesian style garland of large pink bell like flowers hanging from its neck sort of like a corolla or a Thai Phuang malai.
In the centre of the arena is an avenue of male warriors who face inwards to one another, each of the men holds a tall spear erect in his left hand. As the bull approaches the avenue of warriors and begins a very slow regal trot with chin raised in-between the men, the warriors begin a very deep throated guttural sort of animalistic chant very much like sports stars do on say a rugby or American football field in order to raise their spirits or energy.
At the end of the avenue the bull approaches a naked and voluptuous lady who stands in front of a thrown which sits atop a raised podium, the only thing this lady wears is a silver tiara in the shape of a crescent moon which sits like a “U” shape on her forehead. This lady is very powerful, more powerful than a queen even and something like an empress.
When the bull reaches the empresses it pushes its wet muzzle and nose beneath her crotch and lifts her clean off the ground where she slides down the bull’s nose and forehead and in-between his horns before sinking into the bull’s mane like duvet of thick white curly fur. It’s at this point my perspective shifts and I see a closer view of the bull’s back and even share some dualistic feelings with the principle characters.
Near to the large fatty lump on the bulls back and deep beneath the curls of fur I can just see a large pink fleshy vagina like opening appear, the empress is slowly swallowed down in through the orifice and inside the bull’s body after which the wound like lips seal back up again.
There is a moment of complete silence and stillness and then the bull begins rumbling and having tremors and muscular spasms, it’s almost as if the bull is having trouble digesting the empress or it’s as if the empress is struggling inside the bull. The bull then performs an immense dressage leap and assumes the levade prancing horse position on its hind legs, from beneath its visible belly I see that the bull has an enormous erect phallus which sends a shuddering volcanic ejaculation of snow high into the sky above the arena.
As the plume of white snow continues to jet up into the stratosphere the bull which is still stood on its hind quarters begins to crystallize and transforms into a frozen, grey veined, white Carrara marble statue.
As the snowy semen gently falls back down to earth in the form of huge beautiful oversized snowflakes which carpet the ground of the bullfighting ring the spear bearing warriors look up catching the odd snowflake in their hands, they appear puzzled and slightly disappointed, the ceremony has not achieved the expected outcome. As the warriors turn their backs on the white statue and traipse out from the stadium I’m left with the feeling that the ceremony or ritual will need to be re-enacted or attempted again at some future date but only after a period rest.
Before leaving the snowy amphitheatre I look down at the pedestal of the statue of the bull which was once the throne of the empress and I see engraved in hand cut angular Roman lettering the aphorism “That which you resist, persists”.
Additional Comments:Thoughts: This dream would seem to be an attempt at trying to bring together and unite my instinctual side as represented by the masculine bull and my reasoning side as symbolized by the feminine empress (something of recurring drama for me and something which I can relate to in my waking life). The lack of success of the ceremony seems to be signified in part by the strange indigestion the bull suffered when he tried to assimilate the empress and also by the beautiful yet cold snowflakes which symbolically being sperm might indicate frigid energies particularly in a masculine regard. That thought of frigidness seems to tie in with the maxim carved into the base of the pedestal about resistance too.
Dream 1: Re-education – Daytime and I find myself in the countryside not far from my childhood home. There is a sports gym not far from my old house (only in dreams) which I seem to visit from time to time. I walk through the tight old twisting country lanes and out towards the gym, an unfamiliar male is in my company and tells me in a reflective halcyon or melancholic nostalgic sort of way how I used to easily run the 4 or 5 mile circuit through the countryside as a mere warm up and prelude to a visit to the gymnasium where I would exercise but now alas I’ve fallen away from those old ways. When I arrive at the gym I see lots of notice boards with small posters advertising evening classes for people who wish to retake the exams which they failed at school, this interests me a great deal and I seriously consider signing up. Rather than retaking ‘O’ levels as they used to be called these exams are called ‘C’ levels.
Dream 2: Bridges and buses don’t mix – It is daytime and I find myself traveling on the top deck of a double-decker bus on a road on the outskirts of the city where I went to art college. As the bus travels along we run head on into a bridge which some how gets embedded in the top deck of the bus, the bridge is strange, soft, white and supple something like the bellows on a concertina. The bridge continues to stretch out like a piece of elastic as we continue to travel along the road pulling it along with us, there are elderly people who were caught up in the bridge who were trying to cross over the road at the time we struck it. I panic for the old people trapped inside the tunnel/bridge safety and grab onto one end of the bridge tightly in the hope that I can rejoin this bridge with the next one that is rapidly approaching so that they can continue on their way unhindered. It’s a really close call but I somehow just manage to attach the stretchy bridge to the one about a 100 meters up ahead with a clasp like catch, very much like how one might stretch a pair bracers to attach them to a pair of trousers (if that makes sense, of course this whole scenario now seems utterly surreal and dreamlike but from within the dream was very immersive and ‘real’). After averting a tragedy with the bridges I go downstairs to the lower deck of the bus and am surprised to see a boy I went to secondary school with (I can’t recall having dreamt of him before), the boy is grown up now and is dressed in a business suit. The old friend tells me how he works in the city and spends all of his time commuting, he gives me a lecture as if to say “If you think you’ve got it hard then you should try things from my position”.
Dream 3: The world’s worst coffee shop – I have taken my Mum and younger sister to a (dream) coffee shop not far from where my Nan’s house is, it is intended to be something of my treat as this coffee shop is quite new and everyone seems to be talking about how great it is. But once inside things take a rapid turn for the worse, I take a place in the queue and make space for my Mum and sister but the queue is so huge and the shop so crammed full of people that as soon as one has turned their back to look at the cakes being served somebody else barges in and steals a place. I start to become hot and bothered and a little tetchy particularly when I see that there are hardly any little cakes left and not only that but the people serving behind the counter have put little cards out displaying delicious sounding cakes when in fact they don’t have any such cakes to offer. I eventually manage to be served and am asked by a lady what I would like so I order coffee and cakes for my Mum and sister and then tell her that I would like a cake with some rum in it (??). I eventually manage to take my order and squeeze through the crowds of people to where I see my Mum waiting in a huge queue of people waiting to go to an upstairs seated area where people can sit down and eat and drink, I briefly note that a lady in the queue has a huge long perambulator which looks like a ridiculously long closed casket or coffin on wheels. The huge queue and cramped conditions aggravate me no end but I go and take a seat on a wall with my Mum and sister as we wait in turn to go upstairs to sit down. As I sit besides my Mum whilst she eats her cake three young oafish male school adolescents begin jeering and saying rude and abusive things to my Mum, I’m immediately thrown into the most furious outrage and stand up to confront them. Two of the obnoxious youths look like primitive man and are almost scary to look at, particularly one who has an ape like shaped skull only without the hair, this bizarre duo are headed by another uncivilized and yet modern crude obese youth, he is the one that insulted my Mum, this boy wears a pair of the most ridiculous huge wrap around sunglasses to hide his eyes. The teen with the sunglasses heaves himself up off the seat and waddles over to me threateningly and then cocks his right leg up in the air and attempts to swing a kung fu roundhouse kick on me. The attack is utterly feeble and very laughable I simply reach out and grab his leg and then push him to the ground where he falls on his back and struggles to right his position just as if he were an upturned beetle. The boy is very angry at being humiliated and walks off threatening me and swearing that he is going to get his older brother to fight me. I feel a momentary twinge of fear and imagine his brother to be a huge hulk of giant but I soon dismiss the thought and decide that I must face the confrontation like a man.