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It feels like evening time and I find myself at the entrance of an expensive watch shop with a
group of women one of whom I feel is my wife, the other women seem familiar and yet unfamiliar.
Such is the exclusivity of the shop one has to ring a buzzer or door bell to gain entry to the shop
and even then admission isn’t always granted and is dependant on if the prospective
customer ‘looks’ right and respectable to the shop owner* (Also refer to the exclusive jeweller in
Dream 1 and see additional comments for further thoughts on this symbolism).
It would appear that I am deemed worthy to enter and I’m granted access when the door is opened by
a very elderly old lady who appears to be the owner of the watch shop.
Inside I discover the watches are beautifully made and very desirable just like some extremely
expensive Italian ones I like in waking life, unfortunately these watches are far beyond my means
and I’ll never be able to buy one I feel.
After looking at the watches I see a cardboard box on the floor that would appear to be some kind
of bargain bin full of discounted watch straps. The leather straps are also beautifully crafted and
made from thick wide strips of suede and leather, they look worth buying even though they don’t
come with a watch but unfortunately such is the shops exclusivity that even these ‘bargains’ are
far too expensive.
Whilst rummaging in the box I discover one very interesting strap in particular that looks as
though it was made for the watch of an adventurer, attached to the deep green wrist band is a small
drawstring pouch which contains a small wet weather rain cagoule or poncho. “What a wonderful idea”
I think to myself, anyone using this for a watch bracelet whilst out in the wilds would be certain
to keep dry in a downpour, unfortunately its also beyond my means so I have to drop it back into
the bargain bin.
It would appear that I’ve run out of time and have to leave the shop but before doing so the old
lady who owns the shop takes me and the ladies that are with me over to a large weighing scales and
makes each of us stand upon it in turn so as to weigh us.
Apparently what the old lady is doing is weighing each of us to see if we are heavier now than when
we arrived in her shop, if we are heavier then we have obviously stolen one of her watches. The
anti-theft measure is pure genius and I’m utterly impressed by the old woman’s ingenuity, the old
lady is very polite throughout the whole weighing procedure and isn’t being at all horrid or
accusing, she simply has to check if we have stolen any of her goods.
I feel safe in the knowledge that neither I nor any of the women that accompany me have stolen any
of the old ladies watches.
Thoughts: The above dream would seem to be a return to my watch dreams of the recent past and is probably in reference to a need for me to be more carefree and spontaneous in order to avoid feeling limited and constrained which might eventually bring me to (or already has brought me to) some kind of emotional standstill. Although each of the last nights remembered dreams felt quite separate they did seem to overlap in certain areas, such as with the watch shop in the principle dream above and the Cartier character from Dream 1 (*I have seen such exclusive shops in waking life that one has to press a buzzer to enter in waking life although I’ve never been inside one), and then also the sexual theme of frustrated pleasure in Dream 1 and then the willing procreation of Dream 2.
Dream 1: Night time party for VIP’s and frustrated sex – Night time and I find myself back at the hotel where I was working as a night porter about 20 years ago, a large function and party is being put on in the grounds and function rooms of the hotel for very important people. I walk about the grounds helping to serve trays of drinks and clear glasses, my wife also appears to be here and she discreetly points out a rather distinguished grey haired gentleman standing with a champagne flute chatting with friends, my wife tells me that he is (a first name beginning with a “B” possibly Benoit) Cartier and that he is head jeweller of the ‘House of Cartier’ the jewellery and watch maker. I’m impressed with the special guest my wife points out but after showing me my wife and I go our separate ways and carry on serving the guests. There is one room which look like a converted barn which has a long banquet table inside, this table has royalty sat around it and I notice in particular Princess Diana dressed in a white wedding style dress with a tiara sat on the longest left hand side of the table. I feel I must visit this room to see what it is like as the Royal ambiance is very alluring, I know being a lowly night porter that I am forbidden to enter this special room so I take a tray and pretend to head on into the converted barn as if I were tidying and serving, what I actually do just seems like a lot of fumbling and dillydallying but somehow I manage to walk inside without drawing too much attention to myself. Once inside I just dither about with pretending to put a few bits of crockery onto my tray whilst I try to soak up the special royal atmosphere and listen in on what is being said. I don’t stay too long though so as to not raise suspicion so after a while I walk back out again with my tray. In the night time garden outside I bump into a lady I used to work with at the very same hotel all those years ago (this was an older lady who wanted to go out with me on a date but I was too shy to go out with her) we are very surprised to see one another and the lady grabs me by the hand and runs off towards a secluded quiet part of the garden pulling me behind her. The lady pulls me down into the grass and she asks me to make love to her, I feel very excited and we both strip of our clothes but just as we are about to embrace I suddenly realise that I don’t have any condoms and very frustratingly have to stop myself (something of a recurring dream theme for me). I ask the lady if we can just lie together in the grass and touch one another intimately, the lady doesn’t seem to mind and we both start stroking and touching one another in our intimate places. But when I look down at our close together naked bodies I see that the ladies skimpy knickers have some how transferred onto me and now I’m wearing them, the lady laughs in a light hearted way at this and I feel slightly embarrassed but am completely puzzled as to how I ended up wearing the panties. The lady doesn’t seem to mind though and we continue to touch and stroke one another passionately, I plan to walk the lady friend home later on that night.
Dream 2: Irish gold, English order, Italian blood – Daytime and I find myself sat on a wooded hilltop overlooking an abandoned quarry and mine, a gypsy woman is sat on an old wall in front of me. The huge excavated womb like quarry is somehow Irish and analogous to the gypsy woman, the mine is a gold mine that may have been exhausted or deserted for one reason or another. The gypsy lady tells me the story of a terrible and meaningless war that has been raging in another neighbouring reality which has somehow had dire consequences on the quarry and mine in this realm, as the lady tells me her story I have a grainy washed out vision of a war torn city with a small group of English WWII soldiers dressed in short sleeved shirts, long khaki shorts, long socks and boots. The men of varying ages walk slightly bow legged along a criss-crossed railway track that runs up an avenue of war damaged buildings, I pick up on the feeling that the men’s Englishness makes them somehow orderly and very organised. The vision ends and I’m back with the gypsy lady overlooking the gaping quarry, the gypsy woman is now holding a phantom baby on her lap, the baby doesn’t exist yet but represents one that she could potentially bear. The woman explains that the ghostly baby is Italian and can only be born if I have intercourse with her, but unlike at the end of Dream 1 the sexual intercourse without a condom doesn’t cause me any anxiety and I feel that bringing the Italian bloodline to life will somehow be a worthy cause and will also somehow consolidate the Irish, English and Italian genes. As I ponder having sex with the gypsy lady I gaze out over the forest on top of the hill and think to myself that this would be a good place to release my pet cat so that he can go off and live a life of freedom in the wilds.
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(Another dream with very weird symbolism....oh well here goes....).
It’s the late afternoon and I find myself walking briskly through the deserted high street of an
unfamiliar town, I have the feeling that I am hurrying away from someone.
I notice that I am wearing two winter coats one on top of the other and in the right hand side
pocket of the inner most coat I have placed a blob of sperm as if to hide it out of embarrassment.
I realize that the person following after me is a policeman I manage to keep ahead of him but just
when I think that I have lost him he somehow manages to catch up with me where he forcibly takes me
into a dim bar. We stand facing one another and I see that the man is short but incredibly stocky
and muscular compared to my taller and leaner physique (this contrast seemed significant). The
black man has the bronzed skin and appearance of one of the Pharaohs’ personal body guards in fact
he looks as though he is literally made from a solid block of pure bronze something like a statue,
he is so muscly that he appears to be on the verge of bursting out of his police uniform like the
Incredible Hulk, in fact I can see the seams literally splitting apart.
We kind of stare one another out and then he does something very peculiar, I look down and see that
we are wearing almost identical boots that are brand new, they are the kind that look a little bit
like cowboy boots except more rounded at the ends and made from a sandy colored suede, the
policeman’s boots are a slightly darker shade than mine I note.
The policeman as if to stamp some kind of authority on me and belittle me or put me down, scuffs
the dirty sole of his boot on top my new one making it all filthy and then gives me a slow dirty
sneering look, I consider returning the compliment but think better of it as he looks really tough.
The policeman swivels me around and starts to frisk me like in the American cop movies, I start to
feel very self-conscious and panicky as I realize that he is checking through all of my pockets. As
I had dreaded I feel him put his hand into the pocket where the blob of sperm is, I feel terrible
anxiety and the dream ends suddenly in something of a nightmare.
Thoughts: At first I wondered what the heck this dream was about but in the dream I had the following day it seemed to may perhaps more sense. In the next days dream I dreamt that I was a seed being planted in the ground, in a completely quirky and weird way this reminded me of the sperm in the pocket of the jacket I was wearing (of course only symbolically!). I’ve read that to dream of sperm can symbolically represent the potential for growth and development and this is something that would definitely tie in with the dream about the seed, trees and forest I had the following day. The policeman might represent my shadow aspect a bit like my wild cousin probably often does in my dreams, only here the character perhaps represents a sense of authority and moral conscience particularly in regards to suppressing the libido gone amok. I guess that there could be some kind of resistance about the growth or potential development that the sperm represents, the policeman did act very immaturely like the cousin character and possibly represents that side of me which is resisting growing up. The same sense of resisting development was felt in the dream I had the following day where I didn’t want to be a seed planted in the ground because it felt so uncomfortable. Funnily enough I’ve also discovered that another word for frisking in America is a ‘Patdown’ which also ties in with the way I was being patted down into the ground as a seed in the following days dream. There could also be a vague link here to some of the crazy things the nuns used to teach at catholic school but the above seems more accurate in lieu of the spiritual kinds of dreams I’ve been having just lately. Oh well I’m not really sure what else to say, I guess it’s a bit of an embarrassing dream really.
Dream 2: The old maroon limousine – Daytime and in a dream version of what feels like should be the street outside my house I find myself reversing and parking an old 1930’s style deep burgundy or maroon colored limousine car. I feel quite confident with my reversing into the space alongside the road and have an optimistic upbeat air about me as I know this is the day that I am going to try and sell this car. As I carefully park the car I notice a vague male character watching me from the pavement he feels slightly grandfatherly although perhaps not related to me.
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A dream where I am actively searching for something on a large unfamiliar sprawling property of outhouses. It would appear to be my (dream) birthday (not my real birthday in waking life) and some work colleagues have hidden various objects and gifts about the farmstead like estate for me to find, a little bit like Easter eggs I guess.
Another group of the work colleagues follow behind me trying to help me find the objects by providing clues and hints, some seem to know where the items are hidden whereas others seems to be just as oblivious to the whereabouts of the presents as me.
Many of the rooms I enter have peculiar obstacles or rather physical puzzles for me to explore for gifts, most resemble bamboo structures which are like children’s climbing frames and playhouses, these puzzles are set-up and arranged in small artificial ornamental ponds.
A hint is then dropped that a black female colleague has hidden a bunch of ornamental wooden sunflowers on sticks somewhere in the sprawling complex, this surprise appeals to me a great deal and I feel even more impelled to discover where they might be.
One male colleague suggests that we search in a cloak room, I watch as he rummages through the pockets of all of the coats hanging up here.
Interpretation: This dream probably represents a kind of wish fulfillment, it perhaps illustrates my
hopes of finding happiness not only in my current place of work but also in the long term too.
Dream 1: Toothpicks & batteries – A very vague dream where some kind of busy drama is taking place
at the apartment of a black man, a group of angry hostile residents from the other apartments in the
building has gathered outside his door and is complaining about something the man has done or is
doing. My curiosity gets the better of me and I barge in past the man and into his flat (in a rather
masculine and assertive kind of way). I’m surprised and taken aback to see that the man is something
of a hoarder and not only that his flat is actually a kind of private corner shop with aisles of produce
and shelves loaded with goods and products just like a real little shop. I decide that whilst I’m here I’ll
have a browse around, the owner of the flat doesn’t put up any resistance at all. I go over to one aisle
and take a packet of batteries down from the shelf, I pocket them not intending to pay for them, its
strangely seems like my right to do this almost as if the guy had been holding back a great deal of
things in a miserly way at the expense of the other residents. Before I leave I pick up a small container
of cocktail sticks or tooth picks, I remove the lid and gently tap the sharp ends against my stomach
where I have lifted my shirt. The sensation of the soft pin pricks is actually kind of pleasant and sort of
invigorating or stimulating. I walk out of the apartment sensing that the other residents will now follow
my lead and literally ransack the guys shop like apartment for what they feel rightly belongs to them.
Dream 3: A Greek tragedy – I find myself driving a car alone along an unfamiliar road in some
countryside, I don’t feel very in control as I drive its almost as if I am ill or unwell and don’t have the
energy to concentrate on the driving. I notice that the only other vehicles on the roads are motorbike
and sidecars, but not the traditional kind but the sort used in competitive racing it seems very strange
and noticeable to me. I soon becomes apparent that I can’t seem to turn back or around and I have to
keep driving forward straight ahead, it’s as if I can’t steer the car very well. I make a desperate
attempt to pull of the road and manage to steer the car up a dirt embankment, I travel across some
bumpy gravel track which has a forest of fir trees to my left. I eventually pull the car up to a place near
a wall where I see a group of men paining road markings in a small back lane near to a built up area.
The men tell me that I can’t turn back down this lane as the paint is wet, they seem sympathetic and
offer some light conversation. The men don’t speak English very well and seem delighted that they can
practice the language with me, after chatting they point ahead towards what looks like an overcrowded
residential area consisting of lots of huge concrete tower blocks and apartments. I walk wearily over to
the area they pointed out noting that I am joined by a vague female presence, this female although not
quite visible seems significant as if I really know her. A little gypsy boy of a bout 8 or 9 years of age
runs over to us in the street and begs me to come back to his flat to watch some films his brother has
made, apparently his brother is something of a budding movie director. The flat and entire council
housing estate is infused with an eastern European almost Arabic ambiance, the room is filled with an
array of gaudy clutter in particular I note an old fashioned record player with a glass or transparent
plasticky lid this object takes pride of place on a wooden cabinet as if it were a special item. I see the
little boy’s brother led on a sofa he must only be a bout 13 or 14 years old and appears to be in a deep
trance from where he has been smoking from a tall glass hookah. The woman and I sit down on a sofa
and watch the film commence in front of us, there is no TV screen as such and the film just appears out
of thin air like some kind of hologram. The film is like some kind of bizarre surreal Greek tragedy, in
the film I see a bizarre muscular man with curly tight curly he looks like an ancient Greek or Roman
and has wild insane eyes, he holds some kind of phallus and eats what looks like sperm from it (I know
that must sound quite repulsive....and it really was disgusting and shocking in the dream). The man is
eating and chewing this substance as if it were food there seems to be no sexual motivation for him
doing it and the scene is certainly not stimulating in a sexual sense, it looks like the sort of thing a
madman or the insane would do. Behind the man is a semi-transparent projection of some kind of
battle scene, its vague and could even be a contemporary scene of cities being bombed in the Second
World War. As the surreal drama comes to a close the woman and I look at one another with silent
disturbed expressions, we are wondering the same thing “How did such a distressing drama come from
the mind of somebody so young”. The teenage film director lies back on the sofa completely out of it
staring up at the ceiling and puffing occasionally on his exotic oriental pipe.
Dream 4: King of the Kodiaks – I am stood in a beautiful crisp snow laden valley looking up at two huge
immense skyscraping mountains way off in the distance in front of me, the scene is fresh and peaceful
and quite dreamy. Suddenly out of the clear pale blue sky I see the towering ethereal ghostly form of a
galactic sized Kodiak bear lumbering in-between the two lofty cloud rimmed peaks. The sight is truly
breathtaking I seem to be witnessing some kind of spiritual manifestation of this creatures greater
animal self something like a group totem or animal guide, I don’t feel afraid or frightened but just
continue staring straight ahead at the awesome super surreal sight. (The scale and size of the spirit
creature really was unimaginable).