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It is daytime and I find myself on the ground floor of a very large car park the kind that is often attached to a large block of offices for employees to use.
I’m dressed in motorcycle leathers sat astride a (dream) motorcycle which I own, I’m aware that the engine has an exotic V5 layout. It feels very good to sit on the bike and I’m made aware that it is a very competent motorcycle.
Parked just in front of me I see another motorcycle it’s a white Suzuki with a random array of speed blur splotches decorating its fairing, as soon as I see the bike I fall in love with it and want it.
The Suzuki looks very aerodynamic and I’m aware that it has a V10 engine configuration (!). I decide to take the bike because I like it so much, this act doesn’t make me feel guilty as it doesn’t feel like I am stealing it but that it is there for the taking.
Still sat astride my own bike I wheel myself over to the Suzuki using my feet, I take a hold of the other bike and wheel it out of the parking and onto the street outside. As I do this I see a familiar female work colleague from the past walking outdoors through the parking too, she gives me a feminine bashful sort of smile.
I wheel the bike outside just as if I were riding a bicycle and towing along another one parallel with a free hand (with a bicycle this is relatively easy but how I managed to do it with such a large motorcycle and without dropping it seems amazing!).
I flick the side stand of the big white and red bike down so I can rest my arms and decide what course of action I should now take now I have got it outside.
Interpretation: I had lots of dreams from last night that all seemed important but I liked this one the
most so thought I’d make it the principal one, in reality I don’t think that there are any production V5
engined motorcycles and certainly no V10 ones! The numbers are almost certainly symbolic I feel. The
number 5 so I have read is often associated with imbalance and disharmony whereas 10 is associated
more with completion, wholeness and new beginnings. The number symbolism I feel might fit in with
how I am currently feeling more on form just lately and more healthy, I’m getting a lot more sleep and
I’ve also been feeling some great benefits from taking an Omega 3 supplement called EPA which has
really helped my mood and sense of well being. The female in this car park has appeared in one or two
recent dreams and may represent a kind of balanced anima character. The flow of the dream seemed
to suggest that I might have been meeting her outside and perhaps taking her for a ride on the special
new motorcycle, another sign of more balance with me piloting and in control and female friend as a
Dream 1: Iain’s book of wheat & erotica – I’m reading a very large portfolio or antiquarian style book
by a man who has four names, his first two names are Iain Nomer (I did dream the other two names
but they escape me now). The book contains many beautifully rendered pen & ink sketches which have
been drawn with a feather light hand with gentle scratchy cross-hatching. The images start off quite soft
and reserved and seem to concern erotic imagery some of which is abstract such as lots of pairs of lips
kissing one another and also naked bodies covered in lips in a surreal sort of way. As I flick through
more of the pages the imagery becomes more and more erotic in a delirious surreal kind of way, it
soon becomes clear that there is a kind of increase in the sensuality of the images the further I get to
the back of the book. The fine sketches eventually become quite extreme and graphic in what they
portray. Having had enough of looking at this section of the book I flick right back to the beginning
again where I see a beautiful full color living photograph, the image shows a scene of a countryside
field full of a sea of gently swaying wheat. The sunlight breaking through the clouds is glorious and
unearthly it shines down on the wheat imparting such light that it would seem to turn to pure gold, the
picture leaves me feeling speechless and stunned by its beauty.
Dream 2: Columbo’s communal movie –I find myself in a strange building something like a large
church or courthouse which has been transformed into a chic bar and lounge. There are lots of people
all about chatting and conversing in a very cool and casual kind of way. I walk along a gallery up on the
1st floor and take a hold of a large banister to guide me down to the ground floor and lounge proper,
suddenly the banister comes away in my hand. Either I didn’t realize my own strength or the huge
piece of wood was loose, I panic thinking I’ve broken it but an unfamiliar female lounge lizard passes
by and tells me to be cool and not worry about it. I walk down to the lounge area and take a seat at a
comfy sofa, the room is full of people all having a drink and chatting, it soon becomes clear that
everyone here is Italian. A large projection screen has been set-up for the clientele to watch, an
episode of the TV detective Columbo is being shown, this is great I think and sit back to watch the show
I feel very comfortable amongst so many people even though nobody really joins me, everyone seems
to feel very much at ease with one another. Near the end of the show Columbo literally steps out of the
television screen and comes over to join me at the sofa I am sitting on, he is very friendly and starts
chatting to me about the episode he was just acting in.
Dream 3: Haunting theme tune – Not so much a dream but in the middle of the morning I start to
become semi-conscious that there is a shadowy female in the bedroom, I can’t really see very well and
am half way between sleep and waking, I hear the theme tune to a scary show that always frightened
me as a child but here I don’t feel very frightened at all not even by the shadowy presence. (This could
have a been a precursor to an Oobe I feel as I’m starting to feel a lot more full of energy lately, I
haven’t had such an experience for a long while now which might be down to me feeling so run down
the past few months).
Dream 4: Public sexual chemistry – Daytime and I find myself just outside a chemist in a city I lived in
about 7 years ago, my wife is with me and we both stand just outside the pharmacy window near to a
bus stop. I notice that there is a large display of colorful condom packets arranged in the window, for
some inexplicable reason the condoms cause me mild anxiety. Looking more closely I see strange
gadgets in the boxes that look like weird sexual gadgets or possibly small sex toys or even some kind
of contraceptive alternative to condoms. My wife urges me to go into the chemist where I see that it
looks more like a cheap café diner, it’s not full of people and it’s not empty either. As we enter
everyone inside turns to look at us briefly before turning back to their cups of tea and cooked
breakfasts. My wife decides that she wants to have sex right here and now in the cafeteria in front of
everyone, I feel shocked by the suggestion and don’t want to expose myself so publicly. I eventually
talk my wife out of the idea and we go back to a living room in an unfamiliar house that we own which
looks very much like my Nan’s lounge. I lie on my back on the living room floor as my wife sits atop
me, I don’t feel very involved in the situation and just lay there looking up to the sitting room window
behind me. I notice a kind of ornate plaster guard around the top of the curtains which has lots of
decorative flowers molded into it, it’s a fine feature and occupies my full attention.
Dream 5: His ‘n’ Hers chocolates – I (apparently) wake up late for work it’s 9:15am and I hesitate
between calling my employer and telling them I’ll be there in the afternoon or just rushing their
regardless to try and get there as quick as I can. I don’t recognize the dream home I have awoken in
but it seems very nice and homely, as I hurry to finish getting dressed in the kitchen next to an
American style breakfast bar I see that my Mum has sent to large boxes of chocolates one for me and
one for my wife. The box for my wife consists of milk chocolates and the one for me is made up of dark
chocolates, the difference between the two gifts seems symbolic, relevant and meaningful.
Dream 6: 10cc – Daytime and I find myself stood outside a reasonable sized garage the kind that is
used for both parking cars and as a shed for storing tools, old belongings etc. I meet two childhood
friends here who are both young as I remember them but I am my current age. One of them has
wheeled a rusty old bike from the garage and offers it to me at a price. I check it over and ask him if it
is the type that has a small motor a bit like the French style mobylettes. It soon becomes apparent that
the bicycle doesn’t have a motor and is to be steered well clear of due to its tatty condition. The second
friend wheels out an extremely lean scrawny looking racing motorcycle, it has a fairing and looks like
the 50cc type raced in the 1960’s and 70’s. The friend tries to tempt me into buying it, on the surface
the motorcycle looks interesting and as though it could be a good buy. He hands me the motorbikes
certificate and I see that the engine’s capacity is only 10cc, there is no way I’ll buy this motorcycle I
decide, it must have hardly any horse power and is probably very highly strung needing to be revved
very hard to wring any performance out of it. After the meeting I see all of the childhood friends as well
as one other school friend who stands out noticeably get into a car and drive off leaving me there alone
at the garage.
Dream 8: That’s not what it means to be Scottish – It’s late at night and I find myself walking through
vaguely familiar dark alleyways in a part of the town where I lived about 15 years ago. I’m trying to
keep up with a huge gang or more like a mob of very thuggish men whose ages vary between late
teens and middle age, as the men rampage through the alleyways they vandalize anything they come
across whilst shouting foul abuse and swearing. I’m aware that the men are all Scots, I run up to the
front of the gang imploring them to stop what they are doing, I tell them “Stop, stop this is not what it
means to be Scottish” (?). My words which were only meant to try and awaken the men to their higher
selves seems to just enflame the hostility and I get dragged into a huge brawling sea of bodies, some
how I manage to stand up for myself and stop myself getting beaten up. The men don’t want to harm
me in particular but just want to carry on running riot through the streets.
Dream 9: Transforming Conservative politics – I’m stood on a particular street in my childhood home
town, across the other side of the road I see a small entranceway into a little hall like room, the shoddy
old green building really does seem extremely small not much larger than a telephone kiosk. I realize
that the building is the political meeting hall of the English Conservative party for members of
parliament and other constituents. Looking up above the door I see large letters that used to spell out
the word “Conservative” only somebody has vandalized this and purposely removed a lot of the letters
to leave a funny swearword or insult with the remaining few letters in its place. This act strikes me as
really very humorous and I can’t stop myself from laughing, the vandal who did this obviously had quite
a clever dry sense of wit. I cross over the road and as I pass the open front door I see a huge muscly
Navvy like man who looks like he’s been fed on a diet of beef and beer since he was born. He’s stood
up on a step ladder holding a massive sledgehammer, he is in the process of demolishing the building
from the inside out. We catch each others gaze but he looks like he means business so I don’t stare
and continue on my way leaving him to his work.
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It is daytime and I am driving up the big hill towards my Nan’s in a massive articulated 18 wheeler with a road train of about two or three trailers behind me. The driving is surprisingly confident and I feel okay, I am aware I am driving to a large long stay car park which is nearby.
As I reach the brow of the hill I see a tangle of traffic and parked stopped cars blocking parts of the road randomly, it looks like the police are here doing some kind of spot check on the drivers checking their papers etc. The police don’t want to stop me but I still have to find some way through the jam.
Trying to get such a huge truck through the tightly packed maze of traffic is like trying to thread a camel through the eye of a needle but somehow amazingly I manage to do it.
I recall feeling very confident, in control and happy with myself for how I managed to maneuver the big rig and find a route through and in-between all of the other cars.
I carry on up the road and turn left into where a large housing estate is the special car park is just up ahead over the brow of a hill. I park up the big truck and then head on inside a small shed like cabin which is linked to the car park, inside the room is a little like somebody’s cozy little living room with an easy chair and tall lampshade.
Nobody appears to be at home save for a large monitor lizard, the lumbering creature is matt black and appears to have been burnt and charred but still alive. Even though it seems slow I’m pretty wary of the creature and keep my distance. Suddenly it transforms and molts and loses its dead crispy black skin to reveal a new soft fresh frog green colored body.
The monitor lizard now has a ridge of knobbly green rounded triangular wedges running down its spine and an almost clown like smiling face with thin red lips. The creature makes a sudden rush to attack me but when it bites I realize it doesn’t have any teeth, its bite is soft and causes no harm and I feel no fear.
I go back into the main room of the shed and see lots of bicycle parked here some seem to be for sale and others belong to people who have simply parked them here I even notice one trusty bike that belonged to me many years ago, it seems to mirror the car park outside and serves as a place for cyclists to store their belongings.
The strange shed also seems to be something of a shop too, as I look around I have the strong urge to buy or perhaps more accurately make my own bicycle. As I look about me I decide how I would like my perfect bicycle to be, I ponder over this for quite some time.
The bicycle must have the frame and forks of a racer but the handle bars of an upright bike and for comfort the saddle must be the large soft kind like the old leather ones with big springs. I mull over many different combinations of the various bicycle components putting them all together in my head to see if each configuration pleases me, I look forward to the prospect of soon having a bicycle made to my very own specifications.
Interpretation: This dream is probably telling me but also showing me (I would hope) how I am
managing to try and offload a lot of stresses and heavy burdens I’ve been hauling around with me. The
car park is a place of rest but in this dream it also offers the opportunity to change vehicle. The bicycle
is much more manageable, lighter, allows one to take things in in a leisurely and peaceful way and at
ones own and pace and most importantly it’s all about balance. Custom building the bicycle would allow
myself to make the qualities associated with the bicycle fit to suit my own needs, in fact the bicycle was
something of a hybrid kind of a racer but also a more leisurely traditional bicycle too. I’m not so sure
what the peculiar lizard represents, I’ve read that they can represent primal feelings and urges so
perhaps transforming these or shedding some of them will somehow help or has a role to play in
bringing about the transition from truck to bicycle?
Dream 1: Offensive face licking – I find myself viewing a bizarre surreal scene in what feels and looks
like some kind of remote Mexican cantina. An extremely scruffy, disheveled and filthy trampish Brad
Pitt is sat at a table next to another man. The shabbily bearded Brad Pitt character seems not only
disgusting in appearance but also in manners too. He starts licking the other man’s face all over, the
scene is quite revolting but I gather the licking is meant to represent something of the ultimate and
most powerful insult imaginable. The other man although hating what is happening is completely unable
to respond or defend himself, he can’t even move away from the horrible man.
Dream 2: The clay pit – At my grandmother’s house in her sitting room a large deep hole something
like a grave has been dug in the lounge floor, my mother-in-law is sat on the sofa and for the purposes
of this dream she has become my grandmother. A younger sister-in-law who I rarely if ever dream of
is helping me fill up the hole with soft clay or plaster which is being mixed by some other relatives who
are out of sight either in another room or outdoors. The sister-in-law acts as a kind of go between
bringing me the wet plaster or clay like substance in buckets or a wheelbarrow, for my part I climb into
the hole and using a small builders trowel I smooth out the clay to create a flat surface. The relatives
who are mixing the plaster think they have made enough to fill the hole entirely and so do I until I
check the level. In fact only one fifth of the hole has been filled so there is still a lot more work to be
done. My mother-in-law sits by patiently watching, she is very easy going and doesn’t even mind when
some of the plaster powder spills onto the carpet from the bags of plaster.
Dream 3: Iciness – I find myself at a strange kind of ice rink or circuit which has been converted for
use as a race track for modified vehicles to compete on, the track feels as if it is both indoors and
outdoors at the same time somewhere in a remote forest of fir trees. The large stadium has many tiers
of seating and nestled in amongst these rows are lots of little cabins selling hot food and drinks. There
are also booths here where bets can be placed on the outcome of the races, the betting seems like an
important detail here. I walk out to the edge of the circuit where I see my little sister chatting with her
childhood friend, he seems to have got himself into a bit of tizzy and is in a bit of a state of some
matter which has caused him a lot of bother or worry. I take a vehicle out onto the track noting its very
knobbly rubber tires, the wheels seem to spin quite a bit on the ice and I think that these kinds of tires
aren’t actually that well suited to driving on ice.
Dream 4: The gay gardeners – Two male gay gardeners have bought a pleasant but old run down
derelict cottage in the remote picturesque countryside, they intend to renovate the property to live their
and also plan to grow vegetables in the garden to live a self sufficient life style from. Any surplus
vegetables that they grow they intend to sell at the local market to earn a living from. A local produce
inspector comes to check on the quality and quantity of the men’s vegetables, the two men gather up
what they have managed to grow from their garden. They offer up only a small hand full of very sorry
looking dried out scraggy looking carrots and potatoes. The inspector doesn’t look very impressed and
it’s obvious their produce won’t be good enough to take to market. I even sense that the men’s meager
harvest actually includes what the men will need to feed themselves on too. I wonder how the two men
will possibly survive on such paltry rations especially when they have so much hard physical work to do
on the house and garden.
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It is daytime and I find myself in the large car park of a big supermarket, I have come here to meet up
with a man who is selling a small brown Mini car.
I meet the man who is something of a second hand car salesman he actually has a small selection of
other cars he is showing to potential customers. He is showing me all around the little car trying to get
me interested and explaining the small vehicles best points.
The car is one of the original Mini’s and looks to be in surprisingly good condition almost mint in fact,
curiously it looks a bit like an Estate or station wagon style. The paint is a glossy rich brown the color is
shiny and reasonably pleasant in a ‘safe’ sort of way.
I open up the passenger door to take a closer look and see white leather seats which appeal to me a
lot, the dashboard clocks and dials are all authentic which pleases me.
The man asks me “So, have you decided?” I feel hesitant and don’t know what to do, the car seems a
little small and I’m afraid I won’t be able to transport much but something tells me that there is just the
right amount of space and this won’t be a concern.
Still feeling undecided and cautious I tell the man I just need to call my wife using my mobile telephone
and see what she thinks and advises.
Interpretation: The car I have read probably represents the way I am traveling along my life’s path this
is certainly the thought that came to me after the dream. The car park and superstore might be
suggesting that I need to take a rest and some time out to reevaluate and choose a different and better
way of doing things. The little brown Mini might be suggestive of my way of doing things in a safe
reserved sort of way. The cars very specific or limited storage space might imply that I need to think
carefully about what baggage (emotional, worries, concerns etc) I choose to carry with me on my life’s
Dream 1: Pinball communication – I’m playing on a pinball table in a vague almost dark void like
environment, I’m aware that this table has a special hidden feature which when struck by the pinball
activates or triggers a mobile telephone. The feature is well concealed and I haven’t managed to come
across it yet.
Dream 2: Tidying up – I find myself in an unfamiliar apartment on an upper floor, my wife is in the
room with me and so are some other people who are trying to help us tidy up a lot of clutter and
muddles. The floor of the flat is covered with what looks like plastic clothes pegs. We all have a tidy up
of the mess before I decide to do a little more renovation work.
Dream 4: 13 to 1 – I find myself in one of the shop lined streets in my childhood hometown my wife is
with me and so are some other unidentifiable people who feel like dream friends. The streets are lined
with small booths and stalls it looks like a kind of street market except that these stalls belong to
bookmakers who are taking bets on a horse race that will take place shortly. I call out to my wife and
the people I am with that I have to place a bet quickly, I pull myself away as this urge is very strong
and very important I feel. I take out a small modest sized roll of money and place two bets on two
horses that are running in the same race, the odds on these two horses are high but I feel certain they
will win. The number 13 is important in the overall drama and is either related to my bet or the odds.
Dream 5: Evil deceiver – (This was a very unpleasant and upsetting nightmare) I find myself in a
vaguely familiar old barn I’m watching a scene detachedly from a high vantage point, I watch as a
father works at an old wooden bench. The man’s little daughter comes into the barn to be with her
father but he is very busy and too engrossed in his work to pay her any attention. Suddenly a bright
shaft of light flashes down from the rafters, it is a thin vibrant beam which looks like the light from a
laser pointer or sunlight being reflected off a mirror. The light dances about the barn captivating the
young girl the father doesn’t see the light as he is too involved in his work. The small child chases after
the light trying to catch it, the light eventually leads the child up a ladder and onto a rickety mezzanine
floor of the old barn. At one end I see an inanimate object something like a tree stump or a tailors
dummy draped in a long white blanket which looks like a shawl or shroud, I am aware that this is the
figure that was making the light dance about the barn encouraging the girl to follow it. The little girl
seems to think she knows the figure under the white sheet and runs over to throw her arms around it,
my fear starts to rise and I immediately try to stop the dream and wake up but I can’t. As the girl holds
onto the figure the white drape slowly falls off to the ground to reveal a vile sinister old man with a
wicked grinning face, he throws his arms around the child in a terrifyingly suffocating embrace, I sense
that his intentions are very evil. (This absolutely petrifying nightmare had exactly the same horrible
feeling associated with it as the other nightmare I had yesterday).
Dream 6: The power card – I find myself in the upstairs bedroom of a large unfamiliar country house, I
walk along a landing or corridor and enter into a large children’s bedroom. I see my nephews sat on a
bed together I immediately notice that they aren’t boys in my dream but are girls, they are sat with a
caring angelic guide like personality who seems to possess the best of both male and female qualities. I
have brought a gift for my nephews it’s a packet of special cards I used to play with as a child called
Top Trumps. The cards consist of a game whereby different things are statistically pitted against each
other such as cars, superheroes, airplanes etc. As I hand them the gift I remember that all of the cards
are pretty much equal but there was always one card which was the best, this card seemed to exist for
the purposes of creating variety and a challenge from within the game otherwise each game would
have always turned out to be a stalemate.