Date of dream: Saturday, December 13, 2008
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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I find myself back in this dream ‘Summoning a Shire horse.’ from the 4th April 2008, only it is
night time in this version of the drama.
I watch at a distance as a warrior knight clad in knurled Dark Ages nobbly armor slashes and hacks
his way through the petrified brambles and thorny vines of the forest, he is heading towards the
direction of the ancient chateau situated on top of the mountain.
Although I watch the knight detachedly I feel a common, shared duality with him.
The knight cuts his swathe through the tangled undergrowth and eventually arrives at the foot of
the mountain, just as the knight is about to make his way up to the summit an immense dragon
slithers out from a slimy grotto like hole at the base of the mountain.
The knight is taken by surprise, embraced suffocatingly by arrow tipped octopus like tentacles
before being picked up like a titchy Tom Thumb in the claw of the very anthropomorphically human
feminine dragon, the little knight tries to chip and chisel at the huge brightly colored armored
platelets of the dragon with his tiny silver sword but all to no avail, the dragoness tosses the
knight into her mouth and then gobbles him down whole like a little snack.
I join the Jonahesque knight inside the dark fleshy coils of the dragons belly there is candle
light coming from somewhere (?) offering soft illumination. The knight takes out his sword which
looks a little like a silver darning needle and starts to slice his way through the dragon from
the inside out.
I return back to my vantage point outside somewhere in the forest to see the distressed dragon
wailing and flailing in its death throws, there is a lurching, gurgling and a grim gargling death
rattle and the titanic beast collapses to forest floor with a ground shaking thud.
A few fidgety muscle twitching moments pass before a thin gaping slice briefly appears across the
ancient beasts belly immediately followed by the grotesque sight of the beasts steaming bloated
innards spilling out onto the forest floor followed not long after by a very bloody and messy
knight sliding and untangling himself from the gross entrails.
Now unhindered I watch more closely as if one with the knight as he makes his way up to the ruined
castle, the warrior enters a roofed amphitheatre with moonlit shining down through a high up
grilled manhole cover onto what vaguely looks like the deserted bullfighting ring from this
dream ‘The bullfight.’ from the 25th July 2008.
A buxom voluptuous naked maiden is tied to a large wooden ‘X’ shaped cross on a pedestal or alter
at the centre rear of the amphitheatre. I as both the knight and my watching self walk down to
where the maiden is, I notice that there is a black oil oozing from the pores of my armor exactly
like the transformed Victorian woman had happen to her in this recent dream ‘Black magic down
under.’ from Monday the 8th of December.
I see on the woman’s face that she thinks I have come to save and rescue her, I make my way down
some steps to the wriggling maiden but feeling somehow different, perhaps less soft, either way
instead of untying her I take advantage of her plight and remove the armor covering my groin and
profiting from her bondage I have her sexually for my own pleasures.
As the woman squirms I clasp her head and long golden locks in my huge gauntlets and give her a
suffocating endless kiss as if to silence her, the maiden soon seems to yield willingly under my
tight embrace, regardless of the tense situation its as if we are entwined in a psychological game
of our own making, both knowing that we are acting out separate roles for some higher end.
After I have finished having my way with the maiden I turn and walk away feeling very satisfied
and selfishly fulfilled, I walk up the steps out from the dungeon like sanctum I turn for one last
look at the fair woman as if surveying a conquest.
But much to my surprise the ‘X’ shaped cross and chains are now unoccupied and the maiden has
disappeared, in the shaft of moonlight pouring down through the manhole I see a beautiful African
turquoise butterfly flitting and fluttering up out through the cell, on through the grill of the
manhole cover and on up towards the moon.
Additional Comments:
Thoughts: This feels like something of a culmination dream of many past ones and contains many firsts for me as far as how some of the dream dramas panned out. Of all of the symbolism in the dream the most significant and important detail almost certainly felt to me to be the grilled manhole cover set in the domed ceiling of the amphitheatre (a symbolic representation of the psychological centre and/or head), in both its literal or grammatical sense of ‘Man’ hole and also its location and the part it played in the dream.
Dream 2: Sexual shopping – It is daytime and I find myself in my childhood hometown I have been invited here by my sister-in-law and husband, my wife is also present and appears to have had a hand in arranging this day out. My sister-in-law and her husband are walking through the streets which are lined with outdoor shops selling sex toys, bizarrely my in-laws have a shopping trolley with them and are picking and choosing the erotic gadgets and placing them into the shopping trolley as casually as if they were doing their grocery shopping, the brother-in-law places an unusual red rubber gadget into the basket and says as if happy to of found it “Ah! A ‘Gain’” I pick it up after he’s placed the strange to look at it more closely and see that it looks like two strange conjoined rubbery bangles with large spherical balls running around it, the strange thing is squishy and captures my attention for a short while. Later back at their house we all of have something of an intimate orgy or a foursome after which an older tall lean lady with a terse demeanor and tightly swept back pony tail enters the room, she is dressed in a long white laboratory coat and holds a clip board tucked under her arm. The women has a very serious analytical air and interviews me asking many questions such as which of the sex toys was my favorite, how I would rate them and what improvements would I make to them if I had the possibility.
Date of dream: Sunday, August 12, 2007
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It is daytime and I find myself out in some unfamiliar countryside not far from forest, I’m aware that
quite a lot of the land here belongs to me and I have a number of very old and large stone barns
situated here some are clustered together in one group with two or three more a short distance away
closer to the forest.
My intention is to have all of these barns renovated and at first glance my plans seem feasible if
challenging but the more I look at and study the barns I begin to feel that I have bitten of more than I
can chew. I glance up at the roofs in particular and notice that they will need a lot of work doing on
them if not replacing altogether. Interestingly the roofs are made from thick stone tiles that look
incredibly strong and weather resistant but where the roof structure underneath has collapsed many
have the roof tiles have caved in leaving some holes, this was possibly due to their weight.
Seeing all of the work that needs doing I start to feel despondent and like giving up on the huge
undertaking, I decide to go for a walk into the forest to think and contemplate a little and also to have a
look at some of the other barns I own deeper down inside the forest.
(In reality I don’t own any such barns or land).
As I walk along the worn path into the forest I see what looks like a small ball of what looks like wild
animal vomit or perhaps a dropping or maybe even a kind of hairball, its green and very fibrous
resembling mainly chewed up grass, I step around the strange deposit wondering what it is.
I continue walking when something flies out from bushes and leaves to my right it’s a giant white
butterfly about the size of a small plate it has violet coloured eye patterns on its wings and most
bizarrely it seems to be giving a ride to a some ladybirds which are sat on its wings. It makes for a
most startling sight and actually makes me jump it’s sort of a mixture of silly fright and wonder, for
some reason I don’t want it to touch me or come near me.
I avoid the strange butterfly and its passengers and carry on my way down the path but it isn’t long
until I’m stopped in my tracks again by a horrible looking bug crossing my path from right to left. The
creature looks a bit like a scarab beetle but I’m aware that it’s a parasite of some sort, its abdomen is
huge and looks exactly like the small pouches of blood that are used in hospitals when giving
transfusions.
I can see that the beetle’s slightly opaque sac of blood is bloated with dark red fluid suggesting it has
just come from feasting somewhere. It has two strange fangs that protrude out horizontally from its
head. The two fangs actually look more like syringes or perhaps more exactly the probes or pins on an
electrical plug.
I decide to give the creature a wide berth and let it trudge on the way it’s going dragging its large sac
of blood behind it. Although it’s already sucked the blood from something I sense that it is more than
ready for another meal. I bide my time as it slowly crawls in front of me, it seems to pay me little if any
attention as it carries on its way.
Date of dream: Friday, December 22, 2006
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It is daytime and I find myself at an unusual airport that I have dreamt of previously (I have only
rarely flown in a plane from an airport before in my dreams) I am hurrying with my immediate family
and my wife to board a flight that is going to take us on a holiday break to Spain.
Two childhood friends contact me and tell me that they might join me on the flight too.
My wife and I have packed a very light satchel of clothing, we are hardly taking anything at all perhaps
just a change of underwear. We both rush to catch and board the plane.
The plane is waiting on the runway and we walk over to it and board, we are both a bit flustered and
stressed but we seem happy that we actually made it. We both sink down into our seats and heave a
big sigh of relief.
I see that my Mum and family board just after us, they have tons more baggage than my wife and I.
They seem to be weighed down with suitcases, bags, holdalls and other holiday paraphernalia like
parasols, buckets and spades for the beach etc, their hands are completely loaded and full.
I sit watching them struggling and trying to get comfortable in their seats. Just as the doors to the plane
are about to close my two childhood friends who told me they might come with me board, they give me
a smile and a wink and head over to take their two seats together.
I notice that the faces of my two friends look incredibly fresh and angelic, it is such an extraordinary
sight and really makes me sit up and take note.
The captain of the plane starts to turn the plane on the incredibly cramped and tight runway, he just
misses a huge wall with overgrown vegetation just by the tips of the wings of his aircraft.
Everything to do with the flight from the preparations to the boarding right down to the take off seems
rushed and hurried. The aircraft accelerates with great force off down the runway at great speed and
launches into the sky.
I feel quite comfortable although I would have liked the flight and its build up to have been a bit slower
as I quite like flying and wanted to take in the ambiance and all of the fun of the flight. No sooner have
we taken off we have landed and are disembarking in Spain.
At the arrivals lounge I see my stepfather talking to a customs officer in the distance, the discussion
seems quite covert and suspicious. Apparently my stepfather knows a way to bypass customs, which
will save us all a lengthy wait.
My wife, family and I all walk out into a busy Spanish street (my childhood friends no longer seem to be
with us). I feel excited knowing that I’m on holiday and in a new country. I suddenly think to myself
that I don’t speak Spanish and the only word I know is “Hola”.
As we walk about the busy and inviting streets I think to myself that I am looking forward to seeing all
of the Spanish art galleries and museums. It suddenly becomes apparent to me that the city or town
appears to be a composite of the Spanish town and my childhood hometown.
The change or flip over between the two towns is so subtle and delicate that when it does happen my
childhood hometown in England now appears to be Spanish, it gives an incredible feeling and sensation
to see the two towns almost superimposed like this.
I lean against a wall next to the old market house, my stepfather tells us all that he is just going to pick
up our rental holiday transport. We hang about a while waiting for him to return. Eventually he comes
back wearing a crash helmet and riding a blue sporty motorcycle.
He stops for a moment on the bike near to us and says something, he then speeds off on the bike by
himself, driving over the crossroads and disappearing off into the distance. I feel quite annoyed and
disappointed with him, as it seems that he has abandoned us all in order to pursue his own adventures.
As I lean against the wall feeling forlorn and sad at my stepfather’s actions I look down and see a very
large butterfly. It is brown and its wings are all folded up just as if it had just come out of a chrysalis. I
can see that the beautiful creature is trying to warm its wings in the hot beautiful Spanish sun in order
to unfold them.
I see that the poor insect has one of its thin tiny leg caught in an old wooden beam, which runs along
the top of the wall. I want to help release it so I gently put my hand down and try to remove his leg
without harming him.
The butterfly suddenly flutters up and comes to rest on the upper part of my right arm, I see that its
wings are an uninteresting brown but I see beautiful colours hidden beneath which I imagine will
become apparent when the wings unfold completely.
I suddenly (and strangely) feel very frightened about having the large butterfly sat on my arm, it is
almost as if I am afraid of it. It slowly moves and exercises its wings in pulsating fashion.
I am then joined by an invisible feminine presence, this person feels like a guide of some sort and is
friendly. The guide explains to me with the power of her thoughts that there is no need to be afraid of
the butterfly and that I should help it and encourage it to open up its wings.
Additional Comments:
This is one of only a few dream flights for me that I have been on, it was really fun but only over all too
quickly! The merging of the Spanish town and my old childhood hometown was incredibly subtle and
amazing to behold, the sunlight was very amazing orangey, warm and earthy. I felt very strange in this
dream when the butterfly landed on my arm. I never thought that I would be so afraid of a butterfly
like this? In reality I have no such fear.
