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I am in a timeless black void the atmosphere is slightly morose. A vague male accompanies me in the
I am building a very huge wedge out of large clear coloured glass building blocks. The finished wedge
looks a little like a giant ramp.
Seen from very high above the wedge takes on a completely different shape, that of a narrow and
hollow ellipse shaped wall.
I’m going to try thinning my dreams down a little to try and get to the core symbols and drama in order
to try and make sense of my dreams. I’ll probably be posting only one or two dreams per day from
now on as unfortunately it has become quite time consuming and difficult to record them all. I’ll post the
ones that really puzzle me and that I could do with help on.
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It is daytime and I find myself sat inside a very busy pub, the pub is very old worldly, a big fire is
crackling inan open hearth, the atmosphere is very cosy and snug. I’m sat at one of many small tables
that have all been brought close together so that the group of people I am with can be more intimate.
The group of people I am with appears to be a club or following of some kind, there is a great
camaraderie between us and we all chat amongst ourselves heatedly. The focus of our meeting and the
hub of our club is the film director Stanley Kubrick who we all seem to admire and be great fans of.
I feel that Stanley might actually be here too, although if he is I can’t see him as he is surrounded by a
throng of his followers eagerly chatting and talking to him close to the fireplace. I am sat nearer to the
outside of the circle hence my inability see him although I sense his aura.
Suddenly with a dramatic but soft and seamless shift I am transported from the busy pub to find myself
floating just above the ground in a very bizarre landscape. The scene almost looks like a cartoon but it
is too real for that. I can see a patchwork landscape of small rolling hills continuing off to the horizon
for as far as the eye can see in all directions.
As I look out over the scene I see a small white chunky jumbo jet come floating quirkily down as if
suspended on wires or fishing line. It lands down on the patchwork landscape with a couple of bounces.
Both the plane and the way it flies is very cartoon like. I realise as soon as I see it that it is never in
any danger of crashing due to the spongy and dream like nature of the terrain and the plane.
I sense that it is Stanley Kubrick himself in the aeroplane coming to visit and inspect the landscape.
I feel very lucid and can see the beautiful pastel shades that chequer the landscape very easily, the sky
is a pale baby blue and has a scattering of wispy fluffy clouds. I am made aware that this strange land
is the creation of Stanley Kubrick, it represents a kind of vast thought form creation in the spirit world.
I see lots of little cottage like houses built by people who are living in this strange but beautiful
landscape. Each cottage is built and designed to a very specific and exact template, the people build the
houses themselves though.
Even the contents of the houses and the interior layouts are the same as all the other houses, it
appears that this format is used to keep a continuity and harmony in ‘Kubrickland’. The people who live
here are allowed to embellish their houses in their own colours though, and many of the houses are
I float up onto one of the small round hills where I see a man preparing to piece together one of the
little cottages. I note that the man and the rest of the people inhabiting this land are very organised.
The man in front of me has all of the necessary items and materials laid out in front of him on the
ground, it appears to be a very simple case of just slotting everything together.
I float off to explore one of the other half built or unoccupied cottages. Inside I see a small log burner
or stove, again this seems to be a feature shared by all of the cottages, save for the colour. I see that
the wood burner has a very curved shape similar to a huge sea shell, it has been enamelled with a
beautiful shimmering mother of pearl glaze.
With another fading shift I suddenly find myself sat at a small table in another different pub near to a
docklands in the town where I went to college. I am sat at the table with two young women, we all chat
together and the women share two plates of food with me that they eating from, as we eat we have a
vague discussion about food, particularly meat and vegetables.
As we chat we begin to discuss the landlord of the pub who is busy drying glasses behind the bar. He
seems to be a quiet kind of person who keeps himself to himself but the way that the two women speak
about him implies that he has something to hide or that he isn’t what he seems.
We also chat about some of the others pubs in the town that the women would perhaps like to go and
drink at too. I am aware that these other pubs are more like meeting places for biker’s, I don’t find the
idea very appealing as the places I see in my minds eye strike me as a bit rough, dangerous and
After a while of being sat in the pub the two women and I go upstairs and make our way up onto the
I can’t think why on earth I dreamt of Stanley Kubrick in this way? I have watched one or two of his
films in the past and quite liked them but I am in no way a big fan of his like I seemed to be in this
The shimmering glassy colours in ‘Kubrickland’ were very typical of the kind I see when I am very lucid
in my dreams.