Walking the positive plank.
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I find myself outdoors on a building site that resembles a mixture of a factory I used to work at and the library in my childhood hometown. I’m walking through the site dressed in a smart suit but am aware that I once worked here as a builder in the past but things have moved on for me now and I am using the construction site as a thoroughfare in order to take a shortcut to get to somewhere on the other side.I get the impression that construction site is going to perhaps be a library when it is finished (very much like the one that actually exists here in reality) although this is unclear. I can see the many open roofed shells of interconnecting rooms with tall walls below me, I am walking across an area which would normally be at ground level but I can see from where I am that there will be both upper and lower floors too.
Some builders in dusty jeans, t-shirts and hard hats follow behind me as I cut through the building site it looks like they are taking a pause for a break or lunch. In order to traverse the various raised areas on the site long planks of wood have been lain down across the walls in order to walk across the voids beneath. The planks of wood don’t have any hand rails or any means of support.
I feel very uneasy at the prospect of having to teeter across these planks but I know that I will have to pluck up the courage if I want to traverse the work site. My concern is irrelevant as the builders behind me tell me to get a move and stop dawdling I can see that they are much more habituated with crossing the planks with wheelbarrows etc and that it is second nature to them. Feeling slightly coerced I walk out across the network of elevated planks of wood and cross to where I wanted to get to on the other side.
Once at the other side I leap down of a high wall with the other builders jumping down after me. As stressful as it was for me to take the first steps of faith balancing myself across the plank of wood like trapeze artist on the high wire I actually feel very glad that the builders pushed me into carrying on and striving forwards toward my goal (if somewhat indirectly).
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Interpretation: This dream seem to fit in very well with the past few dreams I’ve been having just lately concerning growth and personal development, the symbolism in this dream is probably pointing out how one needs to have courage, a little faith in oneself and also to be pushed too if one wants to grow and achieve their goals. I felt very good and as if I had overcome a great obstacle on waking after having this dream.Dream 2: B&B base camp – I find myself in a vaguely familiar large dream city one that I feel I only visit occasionally. I’m traveling to meet up with my wife and other vague family members at a hotel where we are all going to be staying at as part of a shared holiday. I’m sat reading a newspaper traveling on a bus in the city with the intention of rendezvousing with the family members, when I leave to get off at my stop I give the paper to two elderly women offering it to them as if they might be interested in reading it after me. The two elderly women block the door exiting the bus I sense that they are Irish but they both speak French, they seem to be blocking the exit unintentionally but I can’t help feeling that they are also doing it to be awkward. After giving them my newspaper they both move as if they hadn’t seen me there we share a few pleasantries before I get off. I walk around the shops of the city looking but not buying I’m basically just whiling away the time waiting to meet up with my wife and cousins. Later after we meet up we all go to a bed & breakfast this isn’t the hotel I gather we are all to be staying at but is something of a stop gap (there was a great deal of dreamy backwards and forwarding in this dream). In the bedroom I share the last of three chocolate Father Christmas’s I have with my wife and two cousins, they are the kind with a little bit of string which would normally be hung on a Christmas tree. I feel a bit stingy in giving them all away and would like to keep one back for myself but I give in and give them all away regardless. Afterwards I go out back around the town whiling away the time and then come back to the same bed & breakfast, I see that my aunt’s ex- girlfriend has sent me a text with a business proposition she wants to develop property in Malta and then rent them out to people and she would like me to come in on her business venture as a partner. The suggestion surprises me and sounds quite promising (there was a lot of mobile phone communication in my dream but I never seemed to be able to get hold of my wife when I needed to).Again I go back outside onto streets for a stroll where I see lots of Russian spies, this appears to be occurring because of the ‘Eastern problem’ (some kind of political world wide drama). Yet again I go back to the B&B where I see a clothing catalogue when I flick through the pages I see that a sister-in- law is modeling lingerie in the underwear section. Once more I go back outside to a familiar park and square where I see a huge congregation of male and female prostitutes all gathered plying their trade. Again I go back to the B&B room where I see two female prostitutes and a male prostitute playing sex games, I seemed to be involved in their drama at some level. I go back out for the final time and eventually find the real hotel where I am meant to be staying with the family members, it’s much better than the bed & breakfast I visited numerous times before. I go up to the room but find that my wife must have the key to the room and she must still be out around the town. I go down to the reception past a hairdressers which is a part of the hotel, I chat with the hotels owner about the key and if he’s seen my wife but there is something of a language barrier and we find it difficult to communicate. I then turn and see my wife coming out of the hairdressers behind me she was there all along having her hair done, she looks completely different her hair styled in a dark bluish purple beehive full of bright shimmering glitter, she asks me what I think of her new style.
