Date of dream: Monday, April 07, 2008
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Lucid Intent?
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Daytime and I find myself on a pleasant forest path, up ahead of me I see a graceful female deer lying down quietly and peacefully on her side in the grass.
I see that a little beaver is snuggled up to her stomach protected in the arc of her curving body and legs. I can see that the beaver is suckling for milk and that the doe appears to have adopted the little beaver as her own.
After the beaver has fed I watch as the deer gets up and walks slowly off into the forest with the little beaver in tow. The sight is quite endearing as the flippety-floppety beaver waddles hurriedly almost tripping over himself on upright legs just like a human trying to keep up with the doe as she walks on ahead of the creature.
Additional Comments:
Thoughts: Probably more symbolism related to the feminine nurturing side, the deer was definitely
female and the little beaver was certainly male. The animals may represent instincts and the forest was
perhaps relevant too in that it may have represented the psyche.
Dream 2: Huge argument over cushions – I find myself in a vaguely familiar dream shop which sells
expensive household items. The items are dear because they are crafted by hand by poor peoples
living in far off countries, many of the items have an ethnic ambiance about them. My wife is with me
and is looking for some new cushions to replace those that we currently have on the couch we come
across some white furry ones which are reasonably priced at between $10 and $12. The owner of the
shop comes over to us and I recognize her as the mother of a daughter I went to primary school with
and who was also my dentist’s assistant, the lady invites me over to some exotic looking cushions
which are on display she says that they are made from Cashmere. I take a look at the cushions and
find them quite delicate and fragile made from some kind of very soft fur. My wife sees that the price of
each cushion is $129, my wife starts raging and fuming at the extortionate fee and says that they aren’t
worth it. A heated argument breaks out between my wife and the owner of the shop which I try to calm
down, the row spills over downstairs into an area where organic and fair trade products are being sold.
I want my wife to stop shouting at the other lady as I quite like her but things start to get out of control,
the owner of the shop hands me a green envelope before I’m forced to leave the shop by my wife. My
wife is really mad and I decide to leave the green envelope behind on a piece of furniture on my way
out of the shop so as not to further antagonize or upset my wife. On leaving I actually deeply regret my
actions and wish I’d taken the green envelope with me as I am very curious to know what was inside it.
Dream 3: Alien Vs. Caveman – I find myself down inside a huge deep and dark shipping container (a
bit like the one in the King Kong movie on the ship) way up near the top of the grimy metal walls I see
a large hatch slide open upwards and two shadowy figures throw something in, a large figure drops
down beside me and I see that is a large Alien just like the one from the movie except this one has a
creamy yellow pastel color, it also has one of those horrible spider creatures on its head which scuttles
off into the darkness. The hatch opens up again and another figure is thrown into the massive cube
shaped container, this time I see a wild vampire like caveman with tusks land beside me, the caveman
actually looks quite comical and exaggerated. Both the Alien and the caveman start to fight but not
really hand to hand, each tries to make huge somersaults, bounds and leaps back up to the dimly lit
hatch from where they were thrown in. They manage to reach the portal but it is currently closed off so
they can do nothing but bounce around inside the cube completely frustrated and agitated like ferocious
wild beasts.
Dream 4: Big bad bully – I find myself in a vaguely familiar town heading towards a very large book
shop, it is the kind that has sofas and couches inside for sitting down and reading a bit like a library.
Once inside I set down a huge tall green square candle I’ve been carrying with me on a coffee table
where some people are sat, I liked the candle but it’s a relief to offload it. I feel like I’m looking for a
specific book but all I can see on this floor are old large antiquarian volumes and what I am looking for
is a specific book concerning art. I soon realize that the book I’m searching for will be downstairs in the
basement which unusually in this building is something like an ancient crypt the kind one might find in a
cathedral, in fact parts of the bookshop appear to consist of the remnants of the old ruins of an ancient
holy structure as do many of the very old large books. I go back outside in order to find another way
down to the basement level as I cannot see a way down from this floor save for a set of old winding
stone stairs which have been cordoned off. I come out of the large department shop onto the streets
right next to the old market house in my old childhood hometown, here I meet an older person who I
went to school with. I stop to say hello and note that his pullover is soaking wet I tell him that he should
get out of that or he’ll catch his death from cold. I continue on my way and notice that I am being
shadowed by another older boy from my school was a bully, I try talking with him but he seems very
quiet almost timid. The boy seems to have changed his ways and has stopped being a bully, either way
he doesn’t feel threatening to me. I carry on along the street and come to a row of posh Victorian
terraced houses I decide to enter into them thinking that this will be the entry point into the part of the
bookshop I was looking for. Rather than finding a book shop though I find a communal bar come
lounge full of wealthy looking jet set types sat around small tables chatting casually as they drink. I
don’t like the ambiance here so I decide to leave, I make my way through the tightly packed in tables
and chairs stepping over people in order to get to what I think are a pair of French doors which lead
outside. Unfortunately he doors are actually windows and it doesn’t look like I can get out this way. In
the process of getting to these windows I have really aggravated a table with two couples sat at it, one
man in particular is really angry with me and starts giving trouble for barging past them. The man has
massive muscular arms and hands like shovels he starts harassing me and really bullying me (the man
looked like a character from a TV drama my wife was watching yesterday about a man who had a
problem with steroids and whose wife killed him because of his aggressive behavior....as a note, I don’t
take steroids!!!), I decide to make a quick exit and run outside. As I head off down the street I can
hearing him shouting after me and addressing me personally by name “You can run, but you can’t
hide”. I feel relieved to be out of there but when I come to the end of the street I see a huge gathering
of policemen that look like American SWAT policemen with massive machine guns, they also have huge
round spot light which they shine on me as if they were going to interrogate me. I feel pretty frightened
but I also feel very confused and wonder what I could have done that warrants such a massive stake
out.
