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(Just as a warning this dream contains some graphic scenes). Daytime and I find myself in a very
pleasant remote rural countryside location the setting feels a little like how I imagine some places
in America to be but only in the dream sense as behind and beyond this border or frontier is the
holy land of Western Asia.
A solitary countryside one floor wooden house is situated in front of me it has a lovely bohemian
carefree air about it with the front door always open and welcoming, the type with porch, rocking
chair and wind chime out front. I see an English comedian come outdoors to greet me from inside the
house, in waking life I find this comedian’s brand of humor sarcastic and sardonic but I’m very
pleasantly surprised to see that he has undergone some kind of spiritual transformation and is less
mordant and more human and somehow more humble, calm and at peace.
Stood in the doorway of the house at the rear I see an older attractive lady stood in the porch she
has the air of a bohemian gypsy about her and also that of a wise female guardian, the woman’s home
would appear to be something of a spiritual retreat and a place where people can come to be healed
of their character flaws. Our eyes meet and I sense great power in this woman she gives me a smile
as if to reinforce her own awareness of her power.
The transformed comedian comes towards me with a small hand made clay bowl made from a dark brown
clay, I look inside the shallow vessel and see some grains and ears of wheat made from a lighter
caramel colored clay. The as yet unfired pottery is a piece of work the man has made at the house of
the lady under her instruction, its represents a form of therapy and hence healing.
I am made aware that the man’s little sculpture is to be given as a prize at the spiritual retreat
in a competition that is to take place later that evening.
The attractive older woman saunters over to me and holds out her palm and I see two small rutilated
crystals one of pale aquamarine and the other of a pale emerald green, the lady proffers them to me
indicating for me to swallow them both.
I do as she indicates and swallow one down letting its flavor register before swallowing the next,
after having done this the lady asks me how they taste. I tell her that one of the crystals tasted
salty like the north sea and the other saline like the south sea.
The woman then tells me that she wants to take me to the holy land at the rear of her shack in
America to the wilderness beyond, the outback behind the woman’s house and the lay of the land
creates something of a sunken sugar bowl like natural amphitheatre, the expansive crater is strewn
and chock full with ancient skewed white marble mausoleums packed in together side by side just like
in a sprawling ancient cemetery, it makes for quite a profound and striking sight, unsettling and
yet making one want to wander and explore.
As we stroll amongst around the graveyard I ask the lady if we can go to see Jesus’ tomb which I
instinctively know is to my left overlooking a sheer steep cliff with a view way, way off to the
horizon but the woman tells me that I have already been there and seen it before and there is no
need to see it again.
The spiritual healer then tells me she wants to see a different tomb instead, that of Mary.
On our way we pause at the mausoleum of Julius Cesar we both enter and see a statue of the emperor,
I immediately note that the forehead of the statue is worn away smooth. The wise woman explains that
some of these historical figures tried to spiritual purge or cleanse themselves by ensuring that
holy water drip down onto their likenesses foreheads for eternity, but the woman explains that this
actually damages the statues and wears away the marble over the eons, she strokes the head of Cesar
and a slimy smear of white clay like marble comes away in her hands she explains that the statues in
the burial ground will need to be restored and that is part of her work as something of an
archeologist, I’m aware that a part of her time is spent in the cemetery repairing and restoring the
statues to their correct state.
After visiting Cesar’s tomb the lady leads me on to Mary’s mausoleum which is on a slight slope
(Note, Jesus’ crypt was to my left, Cesar’s in the centre and Mary’s to my right) I’m told to enter
alone whilst the woman stays outside.
Inside I find a small candle lit low ceilinged tomb, I’m shocked to see a woman being violated on
the crypt floor by a tanned faceless Adonis typed Mediterranean male, the scene is very graphic and
I see that the man’s penis is much darker than the rest of his body and is quite black.
The woman’s skin is eerily mottled in a marbled diseased sort of way* almost like she is suffering
from sever exposure to cold like chilblains. After the man finishes the woman somehow manages to
eject what the man put inside her. I touch the woman intimately in her private place as she lies
weeping on the floor, she calls out for her mother, but her mother would also appear to be Mary, and
her mother’s mother is also Mary too, in fact she paradoxically appears to be the mother of herself
or just one facet in an infinitely holographic self replicating and multiplying way off into the
past and future, in fact in all directions in a microcosmic/macrocosmic self-referential sort of way.
Thoughts: Although this dream must seem completely bizarre and even shocking it seemed to be very meaningful and to have some kind of continuity too. To jump to the end of the dream where the most dramatic scene took place in the tomb of the female character I noted that Mary had the appearance of one of the prone statues of bishops and nobles that adorn medieval tombs, particularly the kind that are found in cathedrals. But the difference with this character was in her cold mottled* and awakening appearance, it seemed to tie in with the previous scene with the statue of Cesar only here there was a thawing out or warming which ironically seemed to be brought about by the forced interactions of the tanned male. The marble seemed snow, glacial or ice like and appeared to represent in the case of the emperor frigid emotions and perhaps in the context of an extreme emperor dictatorial enforced spirituality, a kind of extreme religiosity contra warmer more physical, humanistic feelings. In conjunction with the biblical idea of Jesus’ resurrection from a tomb the strange scene in Mary’s tomb seemed to echo this, a kind of painful reawakening and stirring. The dream perhaps represents some kind of strange attempt at activating or awakening a part of my feminine side which will eventually be helpful to me, much like how the gypsy lady was to the once cynical comedian in the dream who owned the spiritual retreat.
Dream 1: Mountain lion Vs. Gardening shoes – Daytime in a hot arid country somewhere in the holy lands of Western Asia (as in my first dream, but this dreaming being quite separate in its own right), I am a passenger aboard an old fashioned rickety bus which is being driven up the side of a mountain whose base is shallow and arid but which becomes exceedingly steep, near vertical in fact and snowy near its immensely high and far-off stratospheric summit. The old, well worn and travelled bus trundles and bumbles up the mountain over the dusty rocky path, after only a short while of travelling and still near the gradually sloping base we pause a while so as if to let the tired old bus, its driver and the passengers rest a little while from the searing heat. Still inside the bus I stand up out of my seat and have a stretch and go to open my window, I go to take in the view and get some fresh air but suddenly freeze petrified with fear for right outside my window is a mountain lion. The cougar like feline is a female and huge and muscular, she is utterly savage and snarls at me with a wrinkled nose, reeved back lips and fierce mascara marked eyes. The cat makes a lunge for me with its powerful muscular forearm and I instinctively go to defend myself by raising my foot to try and hopefully block it somehow, as I do this I see that I am wearing a pair of old tatty, shabby shoes I have at home and only use when I’m out gardening, not only that but from the large cats hostile reaction, hurt hissing growl, spitting and subsequent recoil I understand that my unassuming tatty old gardening shoes possess magical properties that keep the wild cat at bay. At least that is momentarily, and until the mountain cat strikes its huge clawed paw out at me again this time spugging me on the chest. Well its not quite on the chest so much as more ‘in’ my chest, I or the cougar or maybe both of us seem to posses spiritual, ghostly or astral bodies, the mountain lions paw sinks into my chest roughly where my heart is and pulls out a baby mountain lion cub with an elasticky, slightly resisting rubbery souled twang. Surprisingly I feel no pain and watch with some amazement as the beautiful feline who now appears more content having got what she wanted pads back off into the mountains with the chunky cub held gently by the nape of its neck in its mothers mouth.
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I find myself inside a deep beautiful crystal cavern that is the home of the wise old magician
I am nearing the end of a very lengthy quest which has had me searching far and wide for the five
Platonic solids in crystal form. I have located four of them but have been unable to find the last
one to complete the set which happens to be the tetrahedron.
Merlin’s cave is beautifully lit with stalagmites and stalactites glowing radiantly and with many
of his own beautiful crystals placed thoughtfully on the stony ledges.
Merlin suddenly appears as if out of nowhere dressed in a long robe and skullcap, he is extremely
friendly and amiable and looks at me with a loving wise face.
I explain to Merlin my quest and I ask him where I can find the missing crystal to complete my
collection and set, he explains in a knowing and sage kind of way that the last polyhedron cannot
be found like a mere physical treasure like the other gems were but has to be summoned and
manifested by the seeker.
Merlin as if reading my thoughts explains to me that the tetrahedron is brought into existence
by ‘applying pressure’.
I’m puzzled by this vague explanation so the magician demonstrates to me by hovering his thumb just
above one of the rocky work top like ledges of his cave, Merlin then pushes down or ‘applies
pressure’ in mid-air just above the rocky ledge.
I see that he seems to meet some resistance just as if he were pushing against a firm cushion of
air, the harder he pushes the more the resistance builds until something magical happens.
I notice that there is something mental going on here to do with the power of the mind, and after a
while of concentrating very hard with a focused, closed eyed frown I see a beautiful naturally
formed tetrahedron of amber or topaz slowly appear as if out of thin air in the high pressure space
in-between Merlin’s thumb and stony workspace.
Merlin quickly snaps out of his trance and lifts his thumb away and the tetrahedron disappears in
an instant, I get the impression that if he had continued then the precious pyramidal gem would
have fully manifested and remained in the physical realm perpetually like any other physical object.
After finishing his demonstration Merlin says “You see?”, as if to reveal how simple the technique
is and yet also illustrating the effort required in order to manifest what one wants.
Thoughts: This dream really was magical and lots of fun and also made me feel good too, its not the first time I’ve dreamt of the Platonic solids but its also not a dream theme that recurs all that regularly either (I should go back and try and find these dreams if I can to see if they bear any relation to this one). Each of the Platonic solids I have read are meant to symbolically represent one of the elements, the tetrahedron is meant to represent fire and the pyramidal shape indicative of the hearth (or even an abstract flame I personally thought). As this was a positive dream I would hazard a guess that the flame symbolism in conjunction with the ‘applying pressure’ technique represents a way of manifesting one of the following somehow perhaps: passion, purification, life-giving qualities, desire, energy (particularly instinctual ones like sex, anger, ambition, fear), illumination, transformation, drive, motivation, enlightenment and also the passing of something old and the entering of something new also with the possibility of changing and transforming ones thoughts which is something I am trying to work with at the moment. I’ve also read that to bring fire under control (if that is what this dream represents) or contained in one area or someway (like within the tetrahedron), can be a metaphor for ones own internal fire and inner transformation, fire can represent the process of life and just as with all living things it needs to be fed to remain alive I have read which may have been alluded to in a round about sort of way with Merlin’s ‘applying pressure’ technique, pressure or maybe perhaps friction being one way of igniting a spark, creating an ember or producing a flame.
Dream 1: The flexible floor tile factory – Daytime and I find myself in the upper floor of the clerical section of a factory which makes flexible floor tiles. I would appear to be playing the role of a rather flustered executive type. It feels like it may be lunchtime or perhaps leaving time in the evening either way I feel a bit dishevelled, tired and in a hurry to leave. I leave my office with briefcase in hand in something of a rush and just for a moment I gaze down at the tiled floor, it is mostly made up of flexible white tiles with one or two irregularly placed pastel coloured ones, such as a yellow one that catches my eye. The floor tiles are a product of the factory and look slightly 1960’s in style and quite pleasant and reassuring somehow, I suddenly feel a fleeting sense of satisfaction with my job and realise that I have quite a privileged position now that I work upstairs in the clerical department rather on the more laborious shop floor of the factory. As I take the steps down to the next landing on the first floor I see a group of infants all dressed up with party hats on carry party bags, tooters etc they are with some older ladies who are getting the children all prepared for something of a company or works party, I think the kids look sweet as I hurry down the steps outside and at some level I realise that their celebrations are somehow interconnected with my new and improved position in the clerical office. Outdoors I find myself in an area which looks a little like my place of work, I walk through a maze like car park with paths and high chain link fences. There are also huge big notice boards with maps and directions of how to get to all of the major business centres and enterprises that are located nearby in the surrounding area and industrial estate. I bump into an older man than me with grey hair and a beard who looks a little lost, he walks one way but then returns the same way he came as if retracing his steps. I bump into the man again and accompany him over to one of the big information boards and explain that he will be able to find his way if he looks at the map.
Dream 3: A bad hair day at the disco – As if following on from one of my dreams of yesterday (the one I called ‘My Achilles heel.’) I actually find myself inside a dim disco hall with pumping music and a typical nightclub sort of atmosphere. Bizarrely I am putting on a cheap straggly ladies wig which consists of rather long light brown highlighted lank hair, either the wig is to small for me or there isn’t much hair on the wig, its also possible that I am dressed in drag too. But rather than being feminine I actually look like a huge butch rugby player who has put on drag for something of a laugh although in part I do seem to be taking myself seriously too. Regardless of my absolutely ridiculous appearance there are actually men in the disco hall who somehow find me attractive (!!!) and want to dance with me (???). (In waking life I don’t have any pastimes like this, I’m pretty sure this is symbolic and simply represents a continuation and yet more of my masculine/feminine harmonising sort of dream dramas. The closeness and continuity with yesterdays dream really surprised me lots and lots).
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Night time and I am driving a car alone along unfamiliar country lanes, there is an awful amount of
traffic on the roads for this time of night with many queuing and others barging and pushing in
front of others.
My driving is no better and I don’t feel particularly in control of my vehicle I feel in a hurry
and I drive too fast and I brake too late and end up making risky careless overtaking manoeuvres
and I even sense that I am in conflict with another driver who is following behind me.
After driving though the night for a long time I finally arrive at a car park not far from my place
of work, it is now the morning time. I see my waking life car parked all alone at the far end of
the car park (the dream car I had been driving around in was different). I head over to it and see
a familiar manager from my place of work sat in the driver’s seat. The manager opens the door to
get out as he sees me approach.
The colleague has a very stern expression on his face and gives me a look as if to say “Where have
you been? I’ve been waiting ages for you”, he gives up the seat in the car for me and I get in but
once inside I see that the car is in a real state with lots of clutter. I notice in particular that
my little pot of crystals from home has spilt over in the foot well of the passengers seat
scattering the little gems everywhere.
The car doesn’t feel like a very comfortable place to be at the moment so I get back out again
where the silent and strict manager hands me an unusual looking bicycle, it appears to be one of
those peculiar fold-up bicycles. I unfold the bike and it seems to assemble all by itself
conveniently into a large parallelogram or trapezium or maybe even perhaps a giant triangle. The
bicycle looks like a very high-tech and futuristic Penny Farthing bicycle made from tubes of smooth
brushed lightweight aluminium.
I get up onto the bicycle’s high seat and proceed to ride down the lane to my place of work,
regardless of the bicycles cumbersome nature it’s surprisingly pleasant to ride. As I sit perched
up on high I continue to piece together sections of the bicycle as I ride along such as an unusual
long gear shifter which when pumped backwards and forwards helps to propel the bicycle along, this
appendage almost seems like a supplementary way to add extra kinetic energy into the bicycles
motion as well as the regular traditional pedalling.
Thoughts: Although the first part of this dream and the part with the cluttered car was quite stressful and anxious the bicycle part was much more positive. The bicycle almost certainly refers to my strong wishes to get some semblance of balance back into my life. There is possibly something in this drama about learning to balance work and pleasure in order to be happy in life too in that I should try and allocate more time to leisurely pursuits and recreations, and perhaps also something about diet and exercise as well. The bicycle I have read can also represent the personal efforts and motivations which gets one somewhere or where they want to be in life as a bicycle is often ones first experience of mastering a body skill which leads to gaining greater freedom or so I have read. Learning to ride the bicycle rather than using the car probably indicates that I need perseverance, mental balance and confidence to master certain things in my life and to achieve my goals. For some reason and although I’m not quite convinced of the idea the scattered crystals in the foot well of the passenger side reminded me of chakras or energy centres and the general clutter in the car made me think of how imbalanced or unclear the various qualities are which are associated with each crystal or chakra, their being in the foot well may have something to do with grounding or that the higher attributes have some how ‘fallen’ from a kind of grace to a more base level?
Dream 2: Pedalling at sea – Daytime, the weather is fine and I find myself just off shore watching a group of four ladies dressed in bathing suits detachedly as they pedal a small leisure boat just off the coast, the ladies are manoeuvring their little craft into a small sandy cove in an unhurried and laid back way as they chat and have fun together. The entire scene has an air of the 1920’s or 1930’s about it and also has the vague ambiance of an Agatha Christie novel about it too. The scene shifts to some point later in the day after the ladies have come ashore onto the beach, one of the young women has wandered off by herself exploring the coastline and has come across some kind of garden allotment where there is a garden shed, I watch as the young lady enters the rickety dim hut to explore. Inside the shed I see a naked and very aged old man he is almost identically to the old man from this dream ‘Inside the sacred mountain.’ from Saturday the 6th September 2008. When the man sees the half exposed woman in her bathing costume he becomes very animated and excited. The odd couple embraces and has sex in a very acrobatic standing up position, the woman with her back to the man’s front. The young woman must be in her twenties and the old man in his nineties. There is something I find quite distasteful about the purely sexual and almost primal nature of the energetic scene although the old man and the young lady seem to both be enjoying themselves regardless of my observations and thoughts.