Date of dream: Friday, August 03, 2007
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It is daytime and I find myself out in the car I appear to have gone for a pleasant drive by myself. I’m
in a familiar area close to where I lived about 3 or 4 years ago.
As I drive along I become aware of some shuffling noises in the rear of the car, I pull over in order to
see what is happening on the back seat. I just happen to pull my car over and park on the road just
outside a real life building or enterprise that specialized in fabricating fancy weathervanes or weather
cockerels, the kind that would be fitted on top of buildings to tell which way the wind is blowing (a very
relevant detail I feel).
I open the left hand side rear door and am amazed to see two quite bizarre little creatures spring out.
The two creatures look like turtles with black leathery shells but I’m aware that they are actually really
tortoises but they act like frogs in the way they move by springing and boinging along, on top of this
though they seem to have a feline aura about them too....most strange and unusual!?
I decide that I’ll try and take them around to a fancy garden of a posh house just around the corner
which just happens to also be in the grounds of the weathervane factory. They spring and bounce all
over the place getting dangerously near the road and passing cars at times, at first I try and coerce
them or herd them along with my gently shoving open palms but then I decide to pick them up and
carry them to the garden.
As I pick them up I realize that I mustn’t forget my handbag in the car (????) I return to the car and
grab a very feminine and fashionable looking black bag Chanel style bag. Before leaving I also realize
that I have to really make sure to lock up the car properly and make sure that it is secure whilst I’m
aware taking the curious creatures over to their new home.
Additional Comments:
Interesting how many creatures were in this dream turtles, tortoises, frogs, cats and cockerels. I think
it’s probably saying something about my emotional side and letting it go or finding a new home for it.
The turtle might represent emotional defensiveness as might the tortoise in some way (or coming out of
ones shell?) the frog might represent transformation of these feelings, the feline element might suggest
that the emotions are feminine somehow reinforced by the handbag. The only really masculine symbol
apart from the frog I thought would be the weather cockerel, the weather symbol might represent
emotions too, as the weather is often associated with moods and emotions like “To feel under the
weather” or how sunshine is often associated with happiness or the wind is associated with
changeability too.
Date of dream: Monday, March 05, 2007
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It is daytime the weather is fine and the atmosphere pleasant. I am floating far out at sea. I am
accompanied by the naturalist David Attenborough, we are studying two dinosaurs, one of the air and
one of the seas.
The dinosaur of the air is a huge tan coloured pterodactyl we both watch as it swoops over the sea
looking for food. We both establish that the reptilian bird’s eyesight is its main asset.
We focus our attention back toward the sea. A piece of floating seaweed wraps itself around me
momentarily, I shrug it off easily. I become aware of the sea dinosaur lurking in the depths beneath us.
I see the creature in my minds eye, a huge long raggedy monster, part eel part shark. I dive deep
down and sense it approaching me, I become fearful and take cover behind a tall upright rock.
I feel safe and protected behind the large natural pillar. I look down onto a ledge of the rock and see
some small creatures, a group of brightly coloured frogs and a turtle. The turtle is gnawing at the rock.
The scene shifts and I find myself in an art workshop with a male stranger. The stranger is showing me
how to create modelling putty which he calls “Mastic”. We are both stood over a long chest high trough.
The trough is full of water into which the man mixes a white powder. I watch as he makes balls of putty
in his hands and them places them to his right. I join the man and begin mixing in the trough too.
The man warns me with a smile “Don’t stop mixing otherwise the clay will set hard, it’s happened to me
in the past when I was distracted by talking”. I start to roll a ball of the clay in my hands.
I can feel that I probably didn’t do something correct as the ball has become hard and the idea is that
once mixed the putty can be reused at a later time. I feel a little frustrated but determined to try again.
I see that the man has some plastic bottles full of coloured ink near to where he is placing his balls of
clay. I imagine that these bottles are used to add a dye to the putty in order to give it a colour.
