Date of dream: Thursday, June 19, 2008
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It is daytime and on a complete surprising whim I have decided to fly to America to simply see what it is like. I don’t pack anything and have no luggage or money to take only £1000 in the bank which I use to purchase a return ticket. I feel strangely confident and brave as though I’m doing something exciting and on the spur of the moment that takes a lot of courage.
The flight there would appear to be instantaneous and I find myself transported directly into a small modern room with blue décor, the room looks a little like a cross between a travel agency, a post office and the arrivals lounge at an airport, I see a lounge like area and service desks for buying tickets and also a small tourist information centre in the form of a lectern.
As I stand around getting my bearings and adjusting to this completely new setting and American atmosphere I feel a thump on the backs of my legs. I turn to see a group of little people mostly all men, for some reason totally unbeknownst to me the vertically challenged men have decided to bully, hit and heckle me for no reason at all.
I try to tolerate and put up with the punches and completely unprovoked aggression but in the end it becomes too much so in my anger I pick up one of the little men (whose face I see incredibly lucidly and who now I think about it looked very much like a colleague from my place of work) and throw him across the other side of the room (completely uncharacteristic behaviour for me). Immediately everyone n the lounge and bureau turns and stares at me with glares of indignation and abhorrence, I cringe and feel utterly ashamed but I also feel incredibly frustrated as these bystanders are only seeing one side of the story and don’t realise how I was being bullied and harassed.
The sudden cold atmosphere makes me feel uneasy so I decide to make a quick scarper for it and head outside where I immediately find myself in an area like a dockyard close to a large body of water. Near to the edge of the dock I see a very large open top skip (dumpster) full of lots of clean thick blankets the kind used on a bed. Just up ahead of me I then see a man shuffling about the dockland he looks as though he is homeless and has himself completely wrapped up in lots of layers of clothing over which he has wrapped himself in blankets, his many layers allows me to only see his eyes and a small part of his face. I consider going over to chat with him but decide against it as he might think I’m going to bother him or be unkind.
I then start to see lots of other members of the public out walking the streets as I get closer to the outskirts of a large city, I note and observe with some bemusement that the members of the public all carry blankets too which they either have wrapped around themselves or hold and cuddle comfortingly. (Within the dream) I assume that this is something of an Americanism a bit like how English people are sometimes thought to always carry umbrellas around with them (dream logic).
I decide that the first thing I would like to do now that I am in America is to try a proper hamburger so I make my way over to a nearby atmospheric diner. I’m met at the interior of the restaurant by a young man who is waiting to introduce me to the restaurant and take me over to my table. The man seems to be something of a psychic and tells me not to worry about the incident earlier where the little men were bullying me at the arrivals lounge, he tells me that he understands the situation and sympathises, his calm and kindness instantly make me feel relieved and at ease.
This very articulate dream character had wanted to ask me another question but I seemed to either butt in or speak over the top of him inadvertently and interrupt him, I realise my rudeness so prompt him to ask me what he wanted to again but he tells me with a smile that it doesn’t matter. I’m still curious about his question and presume he wanted a tip so I take out some coins and hand him a copper 5 centime Euro coin (a pitifully small amount for a tip) he looks at me slightly perplexed but not at all upset and with the same gentle friendly smile on his face, if anything he appears to be more with it and articulate than I am.
After the delicious burger I go outside and walk through the huge overwhelming metropolis of a city and walk along a path through what would seem to be an unusual park. Overhead I see an unusual railway suspended in the air which looks sort of like a rollercoaster. The peculiar railway track looks as though it is made from some kind of orange stone which has unusual red stone pillars beneath it which don’t actually touch the ground. These pillars have a slight kink in them which is regular and suggests that they have been carved or manufactured this way purposely. I also notice a huge embossed Germanic eagle engraved into one of the pillars much like the eagle on the German coat of arms. Seeing this insignia I immediately assume that the railway line was constructed by German people. The train that travels along the track (which is currently stationary) is one of the old American style ones like in the Wild West and cowboy movies.
As the day draws to a close I start to become a little tired and very overwhelmed by the vastness and bigness of it all, and I feel drawn to go back home to my bed to rest and sleep. I head back to where the small airport lounge was earlier but seem to become lost in something of a dream loop and end up walking around one small district in frustration for what seems like quite a long time.
In my confused and harried state I eventually become lost but fortunately a small beige car pulls over beside me and a lady and man offer to give me a lift back to miniature airport departure lounge as they know where it is. I take the kind offer and get into the rear of their car. The evening is really drawing in now and it is becoming dusk I feel incredibly grateful to the lady and the man for their kindness and help, as the lady pulls the car in front of the tiny airport I think how lucky and fortunate I am to have been helped by the couple, they seem so full of kindness and compassion.
I thank the couple and head off inside the airport and over to the departure desk, taking care of my papers takes a while as the officials seem puzzled that I am going back home so soon when I have only spent from morning to evening in America. The papers do eventually get sorted though and I manage to fly back home.
After the flight I find myself back at my Nan’s house in the kitchen with my Mum and stepfather, my Nan isn’t about and it would appear that they both own and live in my Nan’s house now. It appears to be both Easter and my Birthday at the same time (in reality my birthday is not at Easter time) and my Mum has made two cakes one of which is an Easter cake with some green icing reminiscent of an acorn and the other a birthday cake, she asks me to go and get them out of the fridge so we can all celebrate with a slice of cake each.
But I’m still not home and I feel in a hurry to be getting back to my bed though (in my dream home wasn’t my current home but seemed to be the town I lived at in my early twenties and also the place where I went to art college, a place about 30 miles from my Nan’s house). My stepfather suggests that I take the train back home but this doesn’t seem right to me somehow almost as if it were too restrictive so I finally settle on taking a coach but only after I’ve stopped for a quick slice of cake.
Additional Comments:
Thoughts: I slept very heavily again last night and didn’t think I would remember very much of my
dreams but was quite surprised by the clarity of these two on waking. The above one seems full of
symbolism which could certainly be relevant to my waking life, for example the scene with the little
people seemed symbolically meaningful. Peculiarly in the past many of my dreams used to focus
around difficulties at the airport before actually even getting on the plane to fly but here the flights ‘to’
and ‘from’ were instantaneous and trouble free! The below dream is perhaps less easy to categorise as
it seemed heavily influenced by what I heard on the television not long before going to bed.
Dream 2: Editing a colleague’s sexual dream – (Although this dream will probably come across as quite
weird it wasn’t actually directly sensual in the sexual sense for me, in fact I feel pretty sure how at least
some of this dream came about. Yesterday evening my wife was watching a TV series called ‘Sex in the
City’, I was in a different room at the time and all I could hear were the sounds of a woman (or
women?) groaning in a kind of sexual ecstasy, it was these sounds that seemed to have reappeared in
my dream, even though I thought I wasn’t really paying any attention to the at the time). Anyway on
with the dream....I find myself at work and am aware that my employers now have their own Dream
Journal Website where employees can enter their dreams just like here at the real Dream Journal (no
such thing exists in reality....chance would be a fine thing!), apparently I have been given the
responsibility of taking care of this Journal. I have just received an e-mail from a (dream) lady who
works in the Human Resources department, she has posted a dream that she wants me to edit for her.
I open up the dream and see that she has called her dream ‘Orgasm addict’ (??), the title immediately
intrigues me and I wonder what the lady’s dream is about. As I read the dream I realise that the
colleagues dream parallels a steamy romance novel that she has been reading in her ‘dream’ waking
life. The lady has managed to intermingle moving picture of a televised version of the novel in with her
dream to add more depth like one might add a picture at the real Dream Journal. As I continue to read
suddenly the dream sounds of female ecstatic groaning start coming from my computer, other
colleagues turn around and start giving me strange looks and wonder what’s going on and what I’m up
to. I make a quick move to turn the volume down on my computer, in fact I turn the volume completely
off but the sounds still persist. The strange thing is that I don’t feel at all embarrassed because I know
that this dream (the lady’s dream within my dream) is not my dream (if that makes sense!) so I have
nothing to be embarrassed about. It’s now that I realise what the lady wanted editing out from her
dream, it was the sound.
Date of dream: Sunday, December 23, 2007
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It is night time and I find myself in the large car park of an immense and familiar waking life hardware
store, the atmosphere is troubled and uneasy.
In my right hand I am holding a very long handled sledgehammer when I look down at the end of the
hammer I see that the end of the shaft has splintered badly and the actual iron hammer lump has
broken in two, it looks a little crumbly and rusty. The symbol of the broken sledgehammer leaves me
feeling impotent and depressed.
I want to enter the hardware store to buy a very long ladder but as I play the scenario out in my mind I
realize that I will have no way to fit it into my car. It looks comical and slapstick as I try to position the
ladder a number of different ways on and in the vehicle but in my dreaming reality this awkward ladder
symbol feels just as frustrating as the sledgehammer was.
As I dejectedly walk out from the car park I see a long steady stream of very exotic tuned cars also
leaving the warehouses parking. I instantly recognize one of these cars as a 1970’s bright orange Ford
Escort Mexico I hurry over to catch up with it so I can have a closer look.
As I get up alongside the car I see that it is full of lots of little people and that the interior looks like a
chic kind of lounge, one of the men of small stature invites me inside the car for a chat and a look
around. The interior is amazing and feels sort of like a disco or night club, as we chat I tell the little
man what a great and successful car the Mexico was.
Later on I find myself near an old stone bridge on the shore of a peaceful and idyllic river there are lots
of children here who I recognize as also being little people except these tiny children were all born with
primordial dwarfism (why I dreamt of this I haven’t a clue, I just recall watching a documentary about
this subject on the television some months ago).
The children all belong to special school situated a short distance from the river they have come down
to the shallow stream with a female care teacher for the day. I watch as the little kids try and make a
tiny boat out of a coconut husk, I watch as they lower the little raft into the water where it sinks almost
straight away.
The female teacher comes over and says what the children are doing is a waste of time she strikes me
as being extremely negative, unhelpful and not a good teacher. I feel totally determined to help the
little people create a toy boat out of the coconut fibers that will float. The kids seem to really like me
because I’m a trier they seem to know that I will eventually manage to do it for them.
I pick up their effort from the stream and begin to try and reinforce and make their little boat stronger.
Additional Comments:
Interpretation: I think that these strange dreams particularly the second one were simply the result of
the awful feverish flu I have at the moment. The first dream did seem to make more sense to me in a
symbolic kind of way although at the moment I’m still feeling too under the weather to really dig any
deeper into its meaning.
Dream 2: Ignored & voiceless – It is night time and I find myself floating or flying down through a dim
void guided by some colorful moving fairy light into the realm of a dreamy snowy winter wonder land. I
see lots of quaint old little cottages and houses and head over to one building which appears to be a
combination of my secondary school, some hotels I’ve worked at in the past and my current place of
work. Inside the main hall I see a strange end of year play taking place on the stage. It appears I am
given a new waiters uniform to wear which is made from some kind of fine opaque black stripy mesh,
the costume has an accompanying bowtie like cravat. I don’t feel very comfortable in these clothes as
they are a bit too revealing for my liking and slightly feminine too, I look around for a regular t-shirt I
can put on in its place. In the main dinner hall a very distasteful New Age style conference is taking
place, lots of evangelical business men in suits are giving lectures up at the front of the large room.
Around the perimeter of the room are tables with lots of crystals and incense displayed on them,
something about the whole affair strikes me as being extremely corrupt, commercial and repugnant.
Many of my work managers are here too and most are extremely unpleasant with me, one manager in
particular comes over to me in the kitchens and accuses me of eating some of the chocolates and party
food intended for the guests. This isn’t true at all but frustratingly before I can defend my position he
walks away with his back to me. I look for my manager in order to have a word with him I feel that I
need to sort something important out with him. I eventually find him but end up losing my temper and
shouting at the top of my voice because he doesn’t listen to me. I end up banging my fist on a table out
of anger, a tiler has just finished laying some tiles on the work surface though over the top of some
electrical cables. The tile I hit with my fist squidges down in the wet cement making a mess of his work.
When I look at what I’ve done I see the end of a chunky square fiber optic cable which is emitting a
soft glowing red light. I take note of the dim pulsing light and then follow after my ignorant manager
continuing to still shout at him. Later I find myself sat at a table with an old childhood friend and two
older unfamiliar women, my old friend starts to help himself to the food on my plate, I can’t believe his
bare faced cheek and rudeness, feeling completely insulted I decide to leave. I get up from my seat
saying goodbye to the women also wishing them a merry Christmas whilst ignoring my old friend,
frustratingly nobody pays me any attention and they completely ignore me. The situation in this
confusing and horrible place starts to make me feel very anxious so I hurry around searching for my
wife because I know that she will be the only one that can help me. I see my wife driving her car into
the building but she doesn’t seem to see me, in my distressed state I bump into a female work
colleague (the only reason I can think why I would have dreamt of this person is that she has the same
given name as my Mum). The colleague has a very aggressive and vindictive tone with me she also has
a menacing looking Doberman Pincher sat at her side. Sensing her aggressive intentions I swear at her
saying “F**k you sister” and give her the middle finger insult (this is most bizarre as I would never do
or say anything like this in my waking life, even the grammar or structure of the sentence is not the
way I would normally speak either? Perhaps the “sister” part has some kind of deeper meaning (maybe
Big Sister like in Big Brother? or it was due to my feverish flu symptoms). I tell her that I’ll have her
dog destroyed if she doesn’t control it but she unleashes it regardless and it leaps up and savages me
aggressively.
Date of dream: Thursday, April 26, 2007
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I find myself on the set of a television chat show. The theme of the show is one whereby the audience
is made up of a mixture of people some of whom are disadvantaged in their lives somehow. These
people are picked out at random and given a surprise or reward for their struggles in the face of
adversity.
The people who have had the difficulties in their life are invited onto the show or brought by family
members not knowing the concept behind the show or that they could be singled out for a surprise.
I finish watching one person receive some kind of prize or reward on the show just before the next
surprise is sprung.
The shows host introduces the next item in a veiled kind of way so as to keep the audience guessing as
to who will be surprised. From the right of the stage I see a hostess like woman dressed up as Marilyn
Monroe, she walks over to the audience as if to single out a person for their surprise.
As the woman walks across the stage from right to left I can’t help noticing the size of her chest, she
has extremely large breasts. In the dream I become quite lucid and wonder why they are so large as it
seems quite odd or as if it should be symbolic of something. I don’t actually feel sexually excited by the
spectacle but just more puzzled and curious I sense that the cleavage may even be false. The woman’s
costume and attempt to look like Marilyn is not really that convincing either.
The woman is carrying a gift in her hands for a man in the audience who is sat in the front row. I can
see that the man is a little person and very short of stature, he is sat on his chair where his legs barely
reach the end of the cushioned seat. He is quite youthful and has a friendly face with blonde spiky hair
and a lined wrinkled smile, when he opens his mouth I even note that he has a small gap between his
two front teeth, he strikes me as being a very real person.
The man’s past life story is explained or narrated to the audience to make them familiar with why he is
being given a surprise. Apparently when he was a very young child his stepfather used to lock him in
various rooms in the house and particularly in the back of a large van. The stepfather would always
throw a bunch of keys into the room (through some kind of prison hatch) after locking it for the child to
play with.
This cruel game of the stepfathers is the reason why the man is so small. Being locked in the rooms
from when he was a baby has stunted his growth and not allowed him to develop physically.
The Marilyn character hands a large greeting card to the man with outstretched hands, I see that the
card looks as if it has been hand made and can see that rather than people writing directly on the inside
of the card they have written on a separate sheet of small paper first and the taped this inside the card.
After giving the man the card Marilyn leans forward to give the man a kiss. Something extremely subtle
happens next which only I am aware of apart from the two parties concerned. As they come together to
kiss I note that the woman playing Marilyn is leaning forward to give a token kiss on the man’s cheek. I
note straight away that the man thought he was going to be kissed on the lips.
The man kisses into thin air with closed eyes and Marilyn seemingly rejects his kiss and just pecks him
on the cheek. I sense that he becomes very upset and resentful of being refused the kiss and for being
brought onto the show and embarrassed like this, it’s almost as if he has been deceived. I get the
feeling that the man feels he is being used for cheap entertainment by the shows organizers and I have
to agree I feel the same way.
I can see the poor man is extremely uncomfortable I share in his feeling of being used there is
something very distasteful about the whole affair and slightly patronising too about being given a
surprise just because of his apparent condition.
Later on after the show I go back to the young man’s house in the countryside, he has a property which
is a little like a farmhouse. The man explains that he is going to repaint his bicycle a new bright red
colour, I decide to hang around and try and help him out where possible.
I immediately note that the man wants to spray the bicycle as it is without stripping it down first. I try to
reason with him and explain that if he wants to do a good job of it then it would be better to take the
bicycle apart and spray the frame and forks separately, this way he won’t get paint all over the
chromed bits and other components.
The young man is actually quite stubborn in a funny kind of way and rejects my proposal. He wheels
the bicycle into an old empty barn and leans it up against some bails of hay in readiness to repaint it.
I’m not too keen on the way he is going about it but I can’t really argue, as it is his bicycle.
He takes out a little red refillable spray can that I also note vaguely resembles an oilcan with spout and
trigger. Just before he begins he explains that he only has 10 (perhaps millilitres?) of red paint left but
it should be just enough to finish off the job, he adds “And if it isn’t then I’ll thin the paint so there will
be more”.
I feel a strange mixture of amusement and frustration at his dogged determination to paint the bicycle
his way, it seems a little rushed and not thought out.
For the second evenings dream in a row I’m again aware that I have a large quantity of money at my
disposal. I tell the man that if he waits I’ll go to the shops and buy him some more red paint that way
he will have plenty to finish the job, I also get the urge again to try and convince him to take the bike
to pieces before beginning to paint it.
It’s all to no avail though as the little man is adamant to do things his way and without any help.
Additional Comments:
I had a very hazy recollection from this night of having a vague dream about a very unpleasant
childhood experience. Whether this occurrence actually happened I have my doubts as it seemed so
foggy and obscure but the dream made me feel very disturbed and unsettled on waking.
