Date of dream: Friday, November 07, 2008
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness: 
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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Daytime and I find myself in a room which half looks like one of the classrooms at my old art
college and also one of the office rooms at my current place of work, I find myself sat in on an
informal discussion or lecture with lots of other student types sat about casually on desks, chairs
and resting up against walls and being give a talk by a male teacher.
Suddenly my mobile telephone rings and I quietly and discreetly as possible answer it without
disrupting the lecture. It’s my wife and she is calling to tell me that a delivery of floor tiles
have been dropped off outside our (dream) home and that I need to hurry back and take them indoors
as she has been informed that there is a suspicious van loitering in the street outside our house
whose occupants she believes are waiting for the right opportunity to load up the tiles and then
steal them away.
I feel agitated and frustrated at being pulled away from my lecture but I don’t seem to have any
other choice so I leave the room get into my car and head back home.
I take the road back to my dream home which I realise is in the same location in some wooded
countryside at the bottom of a hill where a restaurant called ‘La Cheminee’* (The chimney) exists
in reality. At some point on my way home I consider not bothering to go back and take the delivery
of tiles indoors and just leave them where they are regardless of the danger of them being pinched,
almost as I get home I change my mind and turn back to go to the college to listen to the last of
the lecture but I quickly change my mind and make a very hasty and slightly dangerous U-turn on the
steep forested hill, annoying another male driver who was travelling close behind me.
When I eventually pull up outside the house I see the old white van in the street almost parked
there staked out waiting for the opportunity to steal my tiles, this eventuality would now seem to
have been averted now that I have arrived on the scene.
I head on inside to the (dream) house which is familiar and yet unfamiliar at the same time, the
home looks in a real state and needs a lot of work doing to it renovation wise it also looks
unkempt too, not particularly dirty just that all of the amenities and appliances and decorations
have fallen into disrepair and have never been renewed. In fact it would seem that since moving to
this property we have never done away with all of the previous owner’s furnishings and belongings,
it is this which seems to be the problem and now it seems obvious and that it is the time and
imperative to do this now.
I go into one dank and dim shuttered bedroom cluttered with brick-a-brack and hear water trickling
and running, when I look to the back wall I see water seeping through cracks and crevices that have
appeared in the wall. I sense that the water isn’t quite normal though and is somehow saline like
tears, it is a very sad sight and seems to be the visual epitome of pure sorrow.
**It is at this point after seeing the wall that I have a moment of clarity and understanding which
borders on the lucid just like I did in yesterdays dream, I have the profound realisation that this
dream house is me, or symbolically represents me and thus the weeping wall is an aspect of myself
which is somehow distressed and sorrowful or sad and needs healing. These new insights into my
dreams may have come about from some online literature that I have been reading just recently about
dream work, I’ve put the link just below if anyone is interested in reading:
http://www.dreamhawk.com/identity.htm
I consider tearing away the wall paper and digging into the wall to see what is causing the stream
of tears but decide against it, considering it somehow counterproductive and destructive, I turn
half-heartedly wanting to rectify the problem with the crying wall but feeling helpless to do
anything, I wander into a neighbouring bedroom where I am surprised to meet my pet cat*** I go over
to greet him and give him some loving and cuddles.
As I play with my cat he becomes very frisky almost to the point becoming overly playful and
starting to gently nip (something about this made me think of sexual excitement?), I note that he
doesn’t like his front paws stroked and when he rolls onto his belly I see that he has his little
furry balls in place near to his little willy, its something of a surprise as I realise that he was
neutered when he was younger and I exclaim “Why Sampson, you’ve got your furry balls back!”
After a while the stroking and cuddling becomes too much for the cat (almost as if he were becoming
too excited) and he hops down from the bed and trots off. Being able to stroke him has made me feel
much happier and much to my surprise when I return to the bedroom with the weeping wall I’m
surprised to see that it has stopped crying.
There still feels like there is a lot of work left to do such as getting rid of the previous owners
clutter, and then there are those tiles I had delivered and where to store them so that they won’t
get stolen.
Additional Comments:
Thoughts: *As this location was specific and I have only ever been to this restaurant once and quite a few years ago it may represent something significant, it seems to have been chosen for a special reason and the only thing I can think of at the moment is that this restaurant had a peculiar indoor aquarium a part of which was literally like an indoor pond which had some kind of peculiar baby shark (a recurring symbol from time to time) like fish swimming in it, chimney’s and particularly hearths are something of recurring symbols for me too. **This dream shared that feeling of enlightenment from within the dream and that feeling of understanding the true nature of dream objects and what they symbolise, the profundity of this realisation has almost brought me to lucidity and this way of seeing in dreams may well be a good technique for becoming lucid regularly I think perhaps, that is if one is able to pause and question the dream objects, people and environment they are in from within the dream. From making these observations I can now see (at least for myself and on waking and from within my dreams from time to time) how everything in the dream world seems to represent the dreamers ‘Self’. ***I also think that the above dream was heavily multilayered too and the drama with my pet cat ties in at a directly personal level I feel and also literally as my pet cat passed away recently, and the reappearance of the masculine aspect (the testes) of a sensual creature such as a cat probably has something to do with my own struggles with masculine/feminine identity and the recovery of a more masculine character.
Date of dream: Tuesday, July 01, 2008
Level of Lucidity:
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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It is late night time and I find myself in bed with my wife in the room we were sleeping in about a year ago, the orientation of the mattress is different though and rather than sleeping with our heads oriented to the south and feet to the north we are now positioned with our heads to the west with a window behind us and our feet to the east pointing to where a door is.
Although it is the middle of the night and the room is in complete darkness my wife and I are sat propped up in bed and are talking matter of factly. My wife recounts a (dream) story from our past which I had forgotten the tale is accompanied by a vision like flashback.
As my wife tells her story I watch a scene of us driving along a deserted highway at night time in a remote arid landscape, we cross the path of some hostile young men travelling in a convertible Cadillac style car. My wife insults the men and the situation becomes quite hostile, we do manage to drive off and evade a serious conflict but I would have preferred to have avoided the clash altogether, the situation makes me feel tense, irritable and angry.
My wife’s story and the vision ends and I return back to the darkened bedroom.
Looking ahead in the direction of the door I see and hear the door handle being turned and twisted as if somebody on the other side were trying to get in, I feel a mixture of panic and annoyance as I realise that the people on the other side of the door are the trouble makers who my wife annoyed way back in the past. It looks like they have finally caught up with us and want revenge.
My apprehension turns more to annoyance and I decide to get up and go out and confront whoever is there regardless of the risks involved. Rather than find a gang of thugs waiting for me behind the door all I see is an unfamiliar cat pad past me with its nose and tail in the air as if it were royalty, the cat is a girl and has an amber coloured tortoise shell coat it would appear to be a stray that has somehow managed to get into the house.
I watch as this (dream) cat canters over to our waking life cat where they start to eye one another up and down and to sniff each other. I get the impression that there might be a bit of a fight between them so I go over to keep my eye on them, it would seem nice if the visiting cat were to stay and make its new home here.
Additional Comments:
Thoughts: I’m not really sure what this dream might mean I have been a bit tired and run down just
lately so it may represent some kind of mishmash type dream. Although saying that the drama with the
door may symbolise something to do with my expectations concerning a matter which is assumed to be
threatening (maybe an opportunity of some kind as represented by the door) but which is actually quite
the contrary, the threatening gang may represent aspects of myself which I am afraid of but which in
fact turned out to be nothing more than a cat which might symbolically represent my instincts.
Dream 1: Micky the Monkee – Daytime with fine weather, I find myself out at on an international style
airport near the runway where people walk to and from the plane to board and disembark, I see the
pop group The Monkees walking as if to climb on board a plane they wave and smile as if
acknowledging their fans and the press. I focus my attention the drummer Micky Dolenz he has a big
beaming smile and wears a Bermuda style shirt with a very 1960’s style mustard coloured pattern on it
something reminiscent of flock wallpaper, he also looks a little out of shape too with a small pot belly
but he seems very happy nonetheless.
Dream 2: Drink more water – Daytime inside a vaguely familiar dream house which I seem to visit in
my dreams from time to time, I find myself hurrying and rushing around bursting to go to the toilet.
There are plenty of lavatories here so that isn’t the issue but what does appear to be the problem is
me, I just don’t seem to be able to bring myself to physically go. I bump into my Mum in my flustered
state and she casually and calmly tells me to drink more water and then I’ll be able to relieve myself.
Date of dream: Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Level of Lucidity:
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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I am at home and my wife is shouting at me whilst walking towards me I don’t argue back but am forced backwards by her aggressive approach into a room which is the room where I spend most of my time.
Once inside and not feeling at all vexed I close the door gently but I continue to hear my wife shouting from the other side of the door, feeling very calm I open the door ajar and take a grip of the wall where the door frame is and crack a huge chunk out of the solid brick wall with my bare hands. My wife becomes speechless with staring open eyes shocked at what I’ve just managed to do, I’ve even shocked myself as I didn’t realize I had the strength in me to do such a thing.
Regaining my composure I toss the piece of wall onto the floor near to my wife and go back into my room and close the door.
Later on I find myself in a very dark wet poorly lit deserted street at night time I’m minding my own business trying to keep the rain and cold out when a car suddenly screeches up besides me and I get bundled unceremoniously into the front passenger seat against my will, I struggle briefly against the kidnappers but it’s no good.
The car screeches away with me inside and I see that it is my stepfather who is driving and my real Dad who bundled me into the car and who is now sat on the back seat. I feel really angry and cross with how they’ve treated me so as if to get my own back I rest my legs and feet up on the dashboard casually as if to get back at them.
This act of disrespect to their car incurs the wrath of both father figures and my “Dad” Dad starts to play fight with me, it starts out harmless enough but soon becomes very rough. He is much stronger than I am and is very sinewy but strong with it. He starts teasing me spitefully by tickling me in the ribs it’s not done in a lighthearted way at all but is actually incredibly painful and leaves me with (dream) bruises.
It soon becomes apparent that I have literally been press ganged or shanghaied by both father figures who are in league with my wife’s family. They all force me into a motorcycle shop where I’m told to buy a motorcycle. I don’t have a say or choice in the matter though and have to take the motorcycle that they want me to take. I hate the situation it feels horrible like I have no control whatsoever.
I’m then given a crash helmet and told to put it on, it’s old fashioned and far too small I try to put the helmet on as demanded but it hurts terribly and pinches my temples, it simply won’t fit so I have to remove it. I’m then told to go over to a service desk where another helmet will be ordered for me from the spare parts area at the rear of the shop.
Afterwards I find myself back home lying on my back on a mattress on the floor, my head is propped up on a pillow and I feel completely paralyzed but awake and able to see, it feels as if I have been very ill or suffered a terrible physical trauma. My wife is in the room and climbs over the top of me, she is smoking a cigarette and approaches my head and blows cigarette smoke in my face. The smoke is choking (and shockingly vivid) but there is nothing I can do to avoid it due to my condition.
Just then I see my wife’s mother come into the room from my paralyzed viewpoint I can see that she has brought the pet cat for what now seems like a rare visit to see me, I gather that from now on it has been decided that the cat won’t be allowed in the house anymore and will have to stay outside, again this annoys me greatly but I am once again helpless to do anything about it.
Additional Comments:
Thoughts: This was a very depressing dream and probably simply reflects how I’m feeling at the
moment. The two father figures in the dream weren’t positive at all, in fact I seldom dream of either of
them and when I do its rarely positive, there is possibly an element of my own fear at not wanting my
life to end up like theirs.
Dream 2: Coach drifter – A brief dream, it is night time and I am stood on an unfamiliar quiet twisting
road at night time, it has been raining and the road is still very wet. One or two unfamiliar people stand
besides me it’s almost as if we are waiting for something maybe a bus. We watch as the occasional car
passes by us the people driving seem to pay little attention to the fact that the road is wet and drive
incredibly fast which seems slightly hazardous given the conditions. After a still moment we all see a
coach approaching at a shocking speed I and the people I am stood with feel certain that the driver
won’t be able to take the tight twist in the bend up ahead and that there will be an imminent almighty
crash when the coach launches off the road and through the hedge. Amazingly though the driver of the
coach manages to drift the huge vehicle through the chicane like section of road with the finesse of a
racing car driver, it’s a quite amazing sight to see and quite unexpected.
