Lucid Intent? No
This dream has been viewed 5961 times.It is late night time and I am walking alone along the deserted high street in my childhood hometown, I would appear to have been shopping and both of my hands are full of heavy carrier bags.
I have the feeling that I am being followed along the street by a car which slowly coasts behind me, my suspicions are confirmed when I turn and see a Cadillac style car gliding silently behind me. I turn back and decide to try and speed up my walking but I see a foxy looking woman just ahead with her back to me and smoking a cigarette.
Realising that the sassy woman is also a part of the gang and is there to trap me I try to make a run for it but my shopping bags are too heavy and its only a matter of moments before the entire gang has exited their car and chased me down, I’m rugby tackled to the pavement and beaten and kicked violently from all sides.
The gang in the dream seems remarkably familiar and I feel that I recognise them and that I have encountered them in dreams before (a false dream memory, perhaps?). I feel that I should have the strength to fight the motley crew of vicious men and women all off, that would be if they didn’t have their new member in their gang. A huge greying Polynesian man sits on top of me pinning me to the ground whilst the rest of the gang rains down kicks and punches on me, its impossible to move so I just have to stay there and take it.
After a while the gang gets up after having their fill and leaves, I pick myself up and brush myself down and see that the entire town has started to flood from the nearby river.
I step through the ankle deep water and head back into the town centre where I meet my father and little sister (my Dad and sister know nothing of one another in reality as he is not her biological father). My father and sister take me to a nearby McDonalds hamburger restaurant for something to eat and drink (there is no McDonalds in my childhood hometown).
At the restaurants service counter I see that McDonalds have started a new line of fancy gourmet coffees like proper strong espressos, coffee with rich cream, coffee with a flavouring and also a strange premier line coffee served in a small red cardboard ice-cream like cone. I order food and drinks for my sister, father and I and pay but when I go to take a seat at a table I see that my little sister and father appear to have vanished and disappeared abandoning me.
As I go to leave the McDonalds a server calls me over to the paying counter and asks me to pay for the food and drinks I ordered, I have the vague recollection that I thought that I had already paid but I’m not so sure now so I decide to pay again. I take out my wallet and see that it is absolutely bulging with high value red notes, I go to the counter to pay in cash when I suddenly discover in my right trouser pocket my credit card and the receipt for order the first time I paid.
The serving staff suddenly looks at me with guilty embarrassed faces for trying to make me pay twice when I show them my credit card and receipt, I feel slight anger but not so much with the staff but much more than this I feel very self-satisfied to be in the right.
On my way out of the restaurant the tarty looking manageress starts a row and accuses me of playing dumb and that I knew that I had paid all along and that I should have mentioned this before causing the embarrassing scene that occurred afterwards where I was asked to pay a second time.
As I leave I feel in complete confidence that I am in the right though and win the argument hands down, the manageress gets into a red hot flushed temper tantrum seeing that I ‘The Customer’ was in the right.
Outdoors I’m completely taken aback to see that the flood has now become an absolute deluge and a raging flash flood of muddy water which gushes down through the streets with water levels way up to the second floor windows, its clear that there will be no more shopping for today.
I feel momentarily panicky and wish to avoid the flood by climbing a sheer wall of mud at a crossroads, it would appear I am trying to head in the direction of where yesterdays dream took place. The mud is too slippery and waterlogged though and starts to break away into large crumbly chunks in my hands as I try to get some purchase on the wall of silty mud.
I pause exhausted plastered in mud and see the townsfolk looking surprisingly elated by the rare or rather unique phenomena of the flash flood, many people dive into the raging torrent and swim and surf whilst others dance and party in the mud before letting themselves slip into the fast moving muddy water.
I decide to give up trying to climb the wall of mud, I surrender and let myself get washed away in the torrent, I black out or fall asleep as the deluge carries me far away.
I awaken clean and dry in the unfamiliar sitting room of a familiar lady and her son (the lady in waking life was my dentist’s assistant I dream of this lady from time to time, and her son went to the same primary school as me although he was a few years younger than me and I didn’t really know him all that well, he would often be in trouble and mischief so I recall).
The mother of the boy sits peacefully in front of a window through which sunlight pours in, she looks serene and the epitome of calm. The lady watches and listens with a gentle smile as her little son asks me something, as I lean forward to listen to what the little boy has to say I see that he looks most unusual he has strange little tusk like teeth and lots of facial hair something like a beard and lots of nostril hairs, he looks almost like a little wild wolf boy and I wonder how such a little boy developed such hairs at such a young age.
The slightly intimidating and wild eyed little boy tugs me towards him firmly and in a short quick hoarse husky wolf like voice he tells me that he wants me to see his ‘collection’.
The child’s mother is still sat in the window serenely smiling and surveying our interaction, the atmosphere is slightly peculiar almost eerie in that at some level I wonder how such a placid and angelic feminine lady could have given birth to such a peculiar and contrasting little feral boy as herself.
But I don’t feel at all threatened and I feel of course I’ll go and see his collection if he wants, although I have no idea what it is he collects or what his collection consists of.
Additional Comments:Thoughts: If shopping represents the act of making choices then the heavy bags I carried at the beginning of the dream may symbolise decisions or choices that I have made which are possibly burdensome somehow, weigh heavy on me or which are holding me back and thus allowing my fears (the gang) to get on top of me, I still need to try and understand what the Polynesian symbolism may refer to as it appears in my dreams in many forms from time to time. For the two figures of my father and sister to come together as they did is almost certainly significant as they don’t know one another in waking life, the drama itself that took place in the restaurant also has to be meaningful too I feel although the only symbolism that really speaks to me at the moment is the coffee (my need to perhaps wake up to something) and the wallet, money and credit card (values). If the flood represents a torrent of emotions then I feel that those emotions are positive ones as this segment of the dream was surprisingly uplifting and fun. Incidentally the direction I was trying to scrabble to up the wall of mud was the road which leads to my childhood home, inside of me somewhere there is a part of me that wants to go back there but there is another part of me which knows that is folly, perhaps surrendering to the flood of emotions was a way of finally letting go of this delusion, being flushed away in the deluge was something of a purging a little like a toilet flushing I guess (which is often a very positive symbol in dreams I think). I haven’t a clue what the little wild wolf boy’s collection was so that is quite the enigma but I do feel that this part of the dream was very important and may concern qualities such as learning, maturing, balancing and finding harmony. The feral boy and his mother’s house would appear to be the place where I have been brought through the relinquishing of my childhood home and childhood self, the journey via my emotions has brought me to another child only this one is somehow more mature (the body hairs, particularly the nose ‘The nose always knows!) but also being a feral child he is more independent and does not have a home as such. In a strange way the wild boy and his mother seemed like equals even though they were strange polar opposites and it was almost as if they had a closer relationship than mother and child and more like one of a couple.