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I find myself walking through a vaguely familiar white room which has sunlight pouring in through open blinds, the room very vaguely feels like the canteen at my work but also has the air of a white clean laboratory or classroom about it too.
I’m just about to carry on walking through this room as if using it as a thoroughfare when an Irish work colleague calls me over to the table where he is sat with two other men. The colleague wants me to watch some magic he is going to perform. I silently watch as he takes out a pure gold from his trouser pocket and places it on the table.
Then through some kind of power of his mind he melts the coin into a small pool of sparkling liquid golden. The man prompts me to touch the golden liquid and taste it. I put my finger into the golden liquid but only think about tasting it.
I’m prompted to take a seat at the long white smooth melamine work surface where I am introduced to the two other men the ambiance at the table is one of harmony and accord, the first man I’m introduced to is from Northern Ireland.
This man takes out a small oblong palm sized carriage clock it’s the sort one might have on a mantle piece or a bedside table. The chunky little clock is beautiful and made from heavy shiny silver it looks gothic in style and has a craggy appearance similar to Big Ben or a cathedral, the white face of this watch has Roman numerals upon it.
I’m then introduced to the other man who I learn is from the Republic of Ireland the man takes out another timepiece which is stunningly beautiful and appears to be made from a very fine pale lavender colored porcelain gilded with ornate silver filigree. The watch face is stunningly attractive in a delicate feminine way in itself but I cannot focus on it properly as it is impossible to avert my gaze from the astonishing beauty of the watchstrap.
I cannot imagine human hands having made this watchstrap it is simply too beautiful, the fabric is so delicate, fine and patterned it looks like the feathery matrix of a butterflies wings, the craftsmanship is breathtaking I can only think that it was the work of tiny hands like fairies or the little people. I lower my eyes down to the buckle of the strap to where I see a small epitaph or memorial embroidered in tiny and absolutely perfect Times Roman lettering, again I cannot imagine human hands having created this embroidery it is simply too fine and neat.
The embroidered writing is something of a memoriam for the person who owned the watch the text explains in a very Victorian sort of way with very specific reserved English wording how the previous owner of the watch passed away after having a heart attack. I find something about this little eulogy terribly sad and it makes me feel very emotional and inconsolable as I know that the person actually died from a broken heart and now all that is left to remember the person by is this beautiful and elegant watch.
The heavenly timepiece looks very much like a special medal and as I cast my eye over its beauty I notice one further detail, three miniature oriental style wind chimes attached to the bracelet, they chink together when the wearer of the watch moves they are made from the same lilac colored porcelain as the rest of the watch, the little wind chimes remind me of good luck charms.
For some reason I get the impression that this watch is now in the custody of the musician Bono from the pop group U2.
Thoughts: More watch and clock symbolism, the beauty of the second watch was truly difficult to put
into words I don’t think I’ll ever forget the delicacy of the delicate silk bracelet. The Irish theme seems
to pop up from time to time in my dreams and it’s always been positive, I think that this symbolism
might have something to do with spirituality. I like a couple of U2’s songs but am not familiar with the
band themselves, as Bono is Irish it seems more linked to the rest of the drama and also knowing how
my subconscious mind likes to play word games “U2” might carry a different meaning altogether in this
context. The above dream felt positive apart from the somber eulogy embroidered onto the watch
strap, the two dreams below were slightly more stressful though.
Dream 1: A religious shooting –It is daytime and I find myself outdoors on a huge cobbled open area
something like a parade ground outside a cathedral, there is an absolutely huge gathering of people
here all preparing to watch a speech that is about to be made by a pope or priest like figure from a
covered stand the kind used for dignitaries, this wide podium faces opposite to the cathedral. For my
part I feel odd and out of place, I’m here but not sure why I feel like I’ve got caught up in the sea of
bodies and just pulled along with and into the crowd. I begin to see lots of English policemen walking
around and my curiosity starts to become aroused I seem to sense that something is possibly about to
happen which nobody else is aware of. I then see an American policeman mixing in with the English
policemen and imagine that this is some kind of joint operation. Suddenly there is a shout and
everyone is told to hit the deck, everyone lies panicking on the floor me included. I imagine that some
terrorists have come to sabotage the public speaking of the religious figure and are about to have a
shootout with the police. I seem to be solely concerned with protecting my legs, I can image that the
terrorists are stood nearby and are about to spray the crowds of prone people with a shower of bullets,
I really have to protect my legs and try pulling them up close to the rest of my body it seems that it
doesn’t matter if the rest of my body gets hit with bullets as long as my legs don’t get broken.
Dream 3: The right way but still in the wrong – Daytime and I find myself driving on the motorway that
takes me to work, something immediately becomes apparent and that is that the directions in which the
traffic flows has been reversed. I drive trying to dodge oncoming cars from all directions with their
headlights blazing and horns blaring. I feel petrified and panicked but worst of all I feel completely
confused and distressed, I’m the one in the right on the correct side of the road and I’ve been following
all of the rules but I still appear to be in the wrong. As I weave in and out of the oncoming traffic I
vaguely see a sign at the left side of the road indicating an exit, unfortunately I pass the sign before I
can act on it, I have a deep regret about this as that sign could have really helped me out. I carry on
down to the bottom of the hill where I slow down because of drivers who have stopped to watch an
accident on the other side of the road. To my left I see the car crazy colleague from my place of work
who appeared recently in this dream ‘Taking the wheel.’ - 05/08/08 I see that he is watching the
accident intently as if making a judgment on the person who caused it, I see that he has noticed that it
is a waking life colleague and friend of his (another man from work) who has had the crash (who was
incidentally fined for speeding just recently so I was told by the car crazy guy). The smashed car sits
horizontal and blocking the road and I can see everyone involved outside of the cars talking heatedly. I
continue on my way noticing that my car transforms into a bicycle I carry on my way up the other side
of the hill, but the incline is simply too steep and tiring to climb and I have to dismount. I walk from
here on in but even this is hard the hill seems to sap my energy terribly, I turn to my left and see an
older man walking along side me he looks intelligent perhaps academic or intellectual he has a long
pointy goatee beard which seems to add to his air of intelligence. He walks by my side silently and even
manages to outpace me, I find it difficult to keep up with him.
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It is daytime and the dream light is vibrant and powerful, I’m driving a car along a golden road it looks just like the yellow brick road from the film The Wizard of Oz*, either side of the road are fields of pure golden wheat, the golden glow from the sun, the wheat and the road is stunning it is both dazzling yet mellow.
I realize that I am heading back home (a dream home, and not necessarily a house but maybe a place) the place I am heading to is in England but I am aware that I have to pass through Wales to get there, I see a wide sign up ahead indicating that I am just about to enter South-West-Wales**.
I decide to stop in a small old worldly village of little stone cottages up ahead in order to buy some presents to take back for family members for when I arrive home.
I park the car and head over to a large old stone village hall the atmosphere inside is very Welsh in a rustic traditional sort of way, I see that a quiet indoor fair is taking place where locals are selling their hand made traditional wares.
I enter into an area where I see two very, very old women dressed in traditional Welsh clothing they are sat on two rocking chairs and look as if they are perhaps asleep. The elderly ladies are lace makers and they have all of their beautiful craft work arranged on simple wooden tables either side of them.
The lace is intricate and stunningly beautiful I decide immediately that this will be the gift I decide to take back for my family. I pause momentarily wondering if the lace isn’t too feminine, I’m sure that my Mum and sisters would like the lace but my stepfather (who incidentally is Welsh) might find it a bit feminine.
I continue looking about the stalls and come to one where a lady is selling hand made pottery items, she hands me what looks like a large deep breakfast bowl with a handle on the side just like a giant mug, it is clearly handmade and rustic in appearance with a light sage green colored glaze.
I hold the bowl and note its pleasantness whilst the lady explains to me that it’s a bowl made especially for ice-cream*** she goes on to tell me that it costs $129****. I’m shocked at the price and although I find the bowl pleasant I would never pay so much for it.
An African man them comes up from behind me he has a stall just next to the lady who is selling earthenware, his table is full of identical handmade musical object which are called ‘Thumb pianos’. He starts to demonstrate one, a small roughly made white wooden piano by plucking at the iron comb like teeth.
The man seems quite insistent to make a sale, I find the little thumb pianos vaguely curious but I’m not interested in buying one. When the man sees that I am not interested in buying his small hand crafted instrument he angrily places it on the floor, takes out a sledgehammer and proceeds to smash it to pieces violently.
I’m very shocked and taken aback by the man’s strange and bizarre reaction, I consider trying to stop him as it seems such a waste to break the little object besides it wasn’t that I actually disliked his products, anyway I decide to keep out of the the man’s way as he seems very upset that I rejected his piano.
Before leaving the village hall I see some strange animations which fill my field of view, they move from left to right in a kind of scrolling tapestry and depict creatures rendered in a symbolic cartoon like style such as polar bears and large fishes passing through water and over ice, the art is mostly in varying shades of blue and has a very stylistic quality about it almost as if it were created by Eskimos, the living tapestry fits in well with the rest of the rustic traditional crafts on display.
I go outside and drive on down through the village until I reach a restaurant where I realize I am going to spend a short while working and learning the trade. A woman roughly my age teams up with me and we share the daily tasks and she shows me the ropes.
After a few days of working at the restaurant I am invited to join the team that prepares the meals. The kitchen has a very interesting set-up, the only dish on the menu is lasagna and it is prepared in a very special way just as if on a car production line.
The lady who has been working with me up until now tells me that she dislikes preparing the lasagna immensely and won’t be acting as my partner for this job. I head over to the preparation area where I see lots of people creating the layers and then passing the trays on to the next person in line to add their ingredients and so on.
A beefy looking Scotsman comes in from a rear room where he has been peeling vegetables for the recipe, he seems to be partly in charge and well respected by the others, I watch as he pokes his head out to see if everything is going okay.
The restaurant manager joins me in the kitchen to explain that they used to make their lasagna with 7 layers or sheets of pasta but they found that this formula wasn’t working so they reduced the number of layers to 5, the mathematics involved seemed to have been a deciding factor in the taste and quality of the finished dish.
As I’m about to step out through the large swinging double doors into the restaurants dining area a waiter comes through at the same time without seeing me, some white sauce from some plates that he is carrying gets on my new black waiters suit, I look at him and feel a bit annoyed by this.
Thoughts: Some observations about this dream, *I recently had a dream with a reference to the Wizard
of Oz in this dream ‘Over the rainbow.’ - 03/28/08, **I dreamt of a different kind of Wales in this
dream last week ‘An orca’s tale.’ - 03/31/08, ***I was given ice-cream in this dream a few days
ago ‘An enlightening scoop.’ - 04/02/08 ****and I was also offered some cushions with the exact same
value as this piece of pottery in this dream ‘Dream 2: Huge argument over cushions’ which was a
dream I had the same night as this principal dream ‘Animal altruism.’ - Apr 7, 2008. Many of the other
dreams from this night also seemed to contain recurring symbols or symbols which seemed partially
disguised, the above dream felt extremely positive and upbeat almost as if I were heading back
somewhere special yet familiar but also stopping to learn lessons on the way.
Dream 1: Flying in a storm – Daytime and I find myself up near my Nan’s house outdoors at a little
play park near her house, my cousins (two boys and a girl, who are adults now) are both here with me.
The sky appears absolutely awesome and is full of strange swirling clouds (I’ve seen these kinds of
skies and clouds in past dreams, they are always evocative and generate a very numinous, lucid
powerful feeling). Huge black storm clouds come rippling in to block out the previous blue and white
sky, there seems to a battle of the clouds going on with the storm fighting for superiority over the blue
cloudy sky. Suddenly my cousins and I get whipped up into the air and begin to ride the storm, it is
actually not at all negative or frightening and I actually extremely pleasant and exciting. We fly through
the sky being blown high in the air like leaves blown from a tree, at times it feels as if we can actually
guide ourselves and actually fly a bit like we are swimming through the air. The black storm dissipates
and the blue sky with white wispy clouds returns, the wind drops and we are all gradually lowered to
the ground, save for one of my male cousins (he’s the one who usually acts wild and unruly in my
dreams) he comes crashing down to earth with a bump and gets dumped unceremoniously into a
hedge. I go over to him and help pick him up off the ground and brush him down, I notice that he has
small cubes of broken safety glass stuck to his clothes, it looks like the kind that appear when a car
windscreen gets broken. I take him back to my Nan’s house and continue to brush him down in my
Dream 2: A favor, chocolate cake & strange slippers – Daytime and I find myself at a Bed & Breakfast
where my wife and I are staying, I’m going to pop out to the shops in order to buy us some food to eat
in our room and before I leave I ask my wife if she would make me a cup of coffee for when I return.
My wife doesn’t seem interested in doing me a favor by making me the coffee which I find slightly
annoying as I’m going to be going out to buy us some food, I take a spoon and sprinkle some coffee
and sugar into a mug and then tell her showing her what I have done “There, all you need to do now is
just boil the kettle”. I return a short while later with the shopping, I’ve bought a large chocolate gateau*
in a box for us to share. I go to put on a pair of complimentary slippers that the owners of the B&B
have provided, they feel slightly uncomfortable and when I look down I see why, there are lots of tea
bags the kind with a little string and label stuffed into them. Apparently the tea bags in the slippers is
meant to be a normal kind of thing. (*A chocolate gateau appeared in this dream from
yesterday ‘Helping sisters reunite.’ - 04/08/08.
Dream 3: A terrible sneeze – It is briefly night time and I am sleeping over at my Mum’s house in my
old bedroom, strangely I am lying in bed dressed in a full one piece set of motorcycle leathers and
wearing a full face crash helmet on my head (?!). I decide to get up in the middle of the night to go for
a tranquil midnight motorcycle ride, but when I get out of bed I see that it is already morning time and
light outside. I see my stepfather walking over to the front door with a white shopping bag with two
baguettes* poking out through the top of it, food for breakfast I assume. I suddenly feel the urge to
sneeze and remove my crash helmet and grab a jacket from a suit to blow my nose in (??). The sneeze
is huge and I’m shocked by what came out of my nose, it looks like a terrible mess of mucus, pus,
blood and fragments of bone. I go into a state of shock upon seeing the sheer quantity of horrible stuff
that came out. My Mum comes into the bedroom and without being compassionate she tells me in a
slightly cold tone as if to stop me seeking out sympathy for the horrible sneeze “You’ve got to get it all
out” implying that the sneeze was actually a good thing, a sort of purging that shouldn’t be feared.
(*For me in this dream the two baguettes stuck out like a sore thumb it was almost as if they were
crying out to me “Look at us! We aren’t baguettes we represent something else!”, my immediate
thought and the one which felt right straight away was that the two baguettes reminded me of the two
of wands in the tarot card deck (in French the word baguette can also mean wand aside from the bread
so it might represent a kind of composite symbol) I had a read of the story related to this particular
card and found it very relevant to my waking life.
Dream 4: Climbing over a bridge – Daytime and I’m driving a large coach or Double Decker bus (which
is empty save for me) through some narrow twisting lush green countryside lanes. Behind me I sense
two cars following close behind and up in front of me is a red Ferrari car. I try to keep up with the red
sports car but when I come to a low stone arching bridge I drive under it and get the coach wedged and
completely stuck, I watch from the driver’s seat as the Ferrari accelerates off into the distance with the
rear wheels spinning and smoking around a twisting corner. I clamber out of the coach and decide to
climb up the steep grassy embankment in order to get past the bridge, the two drivers that were
following behind me do the same and I give them a hand up to where I am on top of the bridge. I
thought the two men that were traveling behind me would be annoyed that I blocked up the tunnel but
they actually seem okay if a little quiet.
Dream 5: The straight eight –A new motorcycle has been designed for women it looks like a laid back
chopper for cruising, I note that the engine is very particular it is a large and extremely wide straight
eight cylinder engine spanning* the entire width of the frame (?!). The exotic motorcycle is meant to
appeal to women and is being marketed as such. The designer though seems to be in two minds as to
whether he should sell the rights to his design over to another manufacture. I sense that if the designer
were to sell his designs and the rights to manufacture the straight 8 it would be a very bad thing as I
feel certain the other party would stand to profit greatly from the innovative motorcycle, I think he
should persevere with the design and reap the rewards for himself. (*Similar engine symbolism
appeared in this dream ‘V10.’ - 03/26/08 except that the configuration was different in a ‘V’, the ‘V’
could represent the masculine in a symbolic way I guess as in this dream the motorcycle was my own).