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It is daytime and I find myself living as a native on an extremely remote conical shaped lush
mountainous Polynesian island way out in the vast infinite ocean.
The island has been thrown into chaos in the form of many natural disasters, up until now none of
the islanders including myself realized it but our island is in fact a giant volcano poking up
from the depths of the sea.
The volcano has awoken and is the cause of the recent calamities the volcano is in the process of
spewing out a hailstorm of huge volcanic rocks which rain down for miles around, the volcano’s
wrath is tremendous and its energy is literally blowing the entire island to smithereens.
I sense that it is only a short matter of time perhaps only days before the volcano explodes and
when it does I feel certain that its force will be so great that it will literally destroy itself
and everything living upon it and disappear out of existence.
As frightening as conditions are on the volcanic island I realize that the islands self-
destruction is actually a good thing and I look forward with a strange kind of relish to the day
when the volcano finally erupts and obliterates itself out of existence.
Thoughts: Although this dream probably seems ominous it was actually quite positive regardless of the chaos, I think that the symbolism represents something personal, internal and psychology as opposed to any kind of outward frustrations or anger in my external waking life. I’ve read that to dream of a volcano erupting can represent a breaking into consciousness of repressed urges, fears, terrors, or even insights and healing, the healing aspect of which can be disturbing as well as cathartic. Both the Polynesian theme and the symbol of an island are both concepts that have been recurring in my dreams many times over the past few weeks and months.
Dream 2: The Bold and the Beautiful....and the breasts – (Just as a warning this dream contains some bizarre imagery). I find myself immersed in one of my wife’s television soap operas I am with a small group of male and female antagonists who belong to the same family, we are rushing to a hospital where we have heard that one of the female characters from the rival family has just given birth to a baby. The group of people I am with (myself included) don’t think that the woman was in a fit state to have a child as we thought she was mentally troubled, we are all very angry about this and rush to the hospital to confront her and tell her off (?). When we arrive into the small maternity ward we see the lady who has recently given birth leaning over the cot which holds her baby, she has her back to us and appears to perhaps be sobbing or weeping over her newborn, her long brown straggly hair seems to convince us of her insanity and we go over to confront her and launch into our verbal tirade. But just before we do this the doctor who delivered her baby enters the room, he has a wild otherworldly glassy eyed expression on his face, he tells us that we have it all wrong and that the mother of the new born isn’t mad at all and is quite sane and with that the lady stands up from the baby’s bed and turns to her left where we all see that her louse is unbuttoned and her large breasts are exposed. (Without trying to sound vulgar and just trying to explain the feelings from within the dream....) the woman’s breasts and particularly her nipples (on which a lot of emphasis was put on in the dream) appear extremely inviting and not just to me but to the other men and women who are with me and the doctor too. The group I am with including the doctor wish to suckle on the woman’s breasts and she seems to know this too, so as if inviting us and somehow demonstrating some kind of feminine power to nourish and nurture the woman squeezes one of her breasts and a trickle of milk squirts out.
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Daytime and I find myself asleep in a rickety old fairy tale like house up on top of a hill, I feel
a bit like Rip Van Winkle and am cosily ensconced in a very snug bed with layer upon layer of cosy
blankets. I am sleeping in bed on and off and it is very, very pleasant I sleep through the daytime
and into the evening time without once leaving the bed.
Later that evening there is a terrible storm and huge hail stones are cast down upon the roof of my
peculiar old house, the hail at first sounds small as it peppers down on to the tiles but after a
while I hear the banging on the roof becoming much louder until I peek from under my covers to see
huge hail stones the size of apples smashing through the roof and entering into my tiny one roomed
I’m a little amazed by the numinous sight of the huge hail stones but am still more interested in
sleeping so I pull the covers over my head and try to doze back off to sleep. But the hail stones
even land on the bed and hit me hard, one may even have hit me on the head as the next thing I know
I wake up the next morning to find a large weeping willow tree growing out of the end of bed near
to where my feet are, it almost fills the entirety of my room. I also note that my bed is soaking
wet in fact it’s almost as if I am asleep in a bath full of water and sodden blankets.
I awaken feeling refreshed but puzzled by the surprising appearance of the tree. I see intertwined
within the roots at the base of the trunk is an old chair, I feel the urge or am rather impelled to
leave my bed and go outdoors to drag dream friends and neighbours from their daily routine and push
them into the chair. I don’t do this in a mischievous way but am just driven to do it by some kind
of strong irresistible impulse.
My dream friends seem to know that I have this unstoppable urge too and just smile at me with
curious expressions on their faces as I push them into the seat, they decide to humour me and play
I ease each person into the chair embedded in the trees roots and then wait to see what happens.
What I think I or what my dream self thought he was trying to do was to help the willow drink all
of the water up from the bed in order to make it dry again. The friends being placed in the chair
seemed to assist and help speed this soaking up process.
The water in the bed would seem to be linked to the hail storm from the previous night.
Thoughts: This peculiar dream seems to combine two of my recent dream scenarios into one, namely that of sleeping and trees or sleeping beneath trees. The sound of the hail stones hitting the roof in my dream was so vivid and real that I could have sworn on waking that it really had been hailing last night it was that real! I couldn’t really clarify this in the morning but it almost certainly wasn’t hailing last night, therefore it may have been symbolic and perhaps some kind of concept from the outside world knocking on and breaking through to my inner self? The idea of having a tree growing in ones bed or finding one fully grown over night in ones bed strikes me as really profound and meaningful, it must perhaps be symbolic I feel and although this was a pretty quirky dream it felt kind of fun, jolly and positive too.
Dream 2: Animals that Imagine – Vaguely evening time and I find myself back in time somewhere in the 1960’s in America (there were some obvious anachronisms with the timeline of certain details within this dream though). I am inside a television studio it’s the kind where early youth programs for pop music and informal chat would have been recorded live (similar to a music show in England called ‘Ready Steady Go!’. I’m not sure what these shows were called in America but I’m sure they existed....anyway for the purposes of this dream I seem to be in one!). I walk out into the studio with the1960’s British music group ‘The Animals’ I am part observer and also part a member of the band. The dapper looking host of the show who is older than the younger audience members and who is dressed in a suit with shiny Brylcreem’ed hair tells the band to take a seat so that they can perform one of their songs, but he adds that rather than play one of their more well known songs they are to play an orchestral version of John Lennon’s ‘Imagine’. I see a stage in the background where a small orchestra has been placed for the purposes of this exercise. There is a brief rehearsal and the music is very impromptu but the sound of the music becomes more and more spiritual in nature and almost heavenly until it doesn’t really sound much like the original song at all. The musical performance seems to transcend into something like a séance with the band acting as something of a channel or medium through which the heavenly music crosses over.
Dream 3: Clearing a path for penguins – Night time under a brightly moonlit alpine scene I find myself in the strange form of a immense and gargantuan airy god towering over a huge snow covered mountain. I watch as a little line of penguins waddles up the mountainside in an effort to get to the top, they eventually reach an impasse and begin to bunch up and slowly spin about on the spot wondering what to do next. Because I am made of air the penguins can’t see me but so as to help them I perform a godly action by using my huge hands to carve away the huge snow drifts that were blocking their path. The task is very easy for me to do and I soon have the snow smoothed out flat, the penguins seemingly oblivious to my divine intervention carry on waddling up the mountain when they see that the snowy obstacle has been removed from their path.
Dream 4: Causing Jill’s death - (Parts of this dream are almost identical to that of Dream 5 below although both felt like separate dreams). It is daytime, early and has been snowing lots the entire landscape is covered in snow outside. I venture out to buy some coffee and walk along a wooded path which s familiar but which I have never really walked along or had reason to walk along in waking life. I realise that I have forgotten to take some money with me so I go back to pick up 4 Euros. When I do eventually get to the peculiar supermarket I can’t decide whether to spend my money on the intended coffee, a dull black metal money box something like a float a small business would use or a tall aerosol canister of spray mousse cleaning foam for the bathroom. Eventually I decide on the buying the bathroom cleaning spray foam (!?). At the check-out I meet the cashier who is named Jill we already seem familiar and like friends even though she is a dream character. Jill has to go outside to another building to find the price of the cleaning foam, so whilst I wait I look across to a public canteen attached to the supermarket. All of the people sat in the eating area appear disgusting and lecherous they are stuffing their faces they look horrible and grotesque, one man in particular grimaces vilely at me as food splurges out from his mouth, I feel disgusted and horrified and turn away. As the shop closes an announcement is made over public address system explaining that the checkout lady Jill has been killed whilst she was crossing the road on her way to the other building to pick up the price of the foam, as the voice tails off over the public announcement system is becomes very tinny, metallic and electrical which is very frightening and sends chills through me. I feel as if I am being accused of causing her death because she was going out to get the price of the cleaning foam on my behalf, I feel terribly responsible and I’m left shocked to the core and guilt ridden.
Dream 5: Searching for coffee and damned but enjoying the silence – It is late evening time almost night time and my wife wants me to buy some coffee so she drives me to a small supermarket where I quickly hurry in to purchase some. Once inside I become confused and disoriented, I eventually find myself at the paying check-out, I have completely forgotten about the coffee and have meanwhile become distracted by a small box full of music compact discs that are for sale. One of the CD’s is a maxi-single of the pop group Depeche Mode with a selection of various mixes of their song called ‘Enjoy the Silence’. I realise from within the dream that I have this CD already in waking life but I consider buying it again as the cover looks different to the one I have and catches my eye. Whilst flicking through the CD’s I see another one by the English punk band The Damned, I pick it up as its cover looks interesting too, in fact even the texture of this cream leathery papery cover is intriguing and a bit mysterious. The song is vaguely familiar on this disc and would appear to be an old cover version of some kind or another which seems very significant. The cream coloured back cover has a black and white photograph of a man with a rather gothic face with long blond back brushed hair he is set against an old castle and looks off into the distance with an imposing thoughtful if slightly stern air. I pick both compact discs up and decide to buy them both, but when I get to the till I realise that I only have 4 Euros on me in loose change (two 2 Euro coins) the first CD costs 10 Euros so I realise I will have to pay with my paying card. I suddenly panic though as I can’t find my wallet, I spin around in circles panicking feeling sure that I had it with me. I actually get into a real state before I eventually see it resting on the same table where the box of music CD’s are next to some self-service free gift wrapping paper for customers to use, I breath a huge sigh of relief and go to pay for my music selection.
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Daytime and I find myself in a familiar upstairs bedroom but one which I can’t quite place it possibly feels l like a childhood friend’s bedroom.
The English princes William and Harry are sharing a room here I’m sat on their bed and we are all chatting together in a very friendly way, the two boys (they are both young again in their early teens) are each toying with a little car they have in their hands. Harry holds a little red Ferrari race car and William who incidentally is the quieter and more distant of the two holds a white Toyota Celica rally car with green and red stripes.
The two boys seem slightly melancholy, frustrated, sad or held back some how they also seem very quiet and introverted too, I tell them both consolingly that one day they will both get to own a real car like the ones they are holding.
Communication is difficult with the two princes as we both seem to be speaking different languages or dialects, perhaps it is even our upbringing or background which makes us difficult to understand one another. I watch as Harry goes over to a dresser and takes down a book it looks like a kind language dictionary only this one is a kind of almanac of translations between higher and lower English, I watch as he uses the book to try and understand what I am saying.
Harry then does something very bizarre which makes me become very lucid, he leans forward and touches his forehead against my own and rests his head against mine silently for a short while. This act is most strange and makes me feel very peculiar, there is something human, natural and noble about it, it is almost as if we experience a very direct form of communication from such close contact too in the form of shared feelings.
We all suddenly turn to the bedroom window and see that the weather has started hailing outside I go over to the window and see that the hail stones are really hammering down covering the street entirely. I see a large refuse truck parked just outside the window filling up with huge chunks of ice. The street suddenly fills with a very icy deluge and the truck start to slip and then tip over spilling massive blocks and chunks of ice which slide off down the street.
I watch amazed at the spectacle as lots of moving cars start slipping and sliding all over the road at the end of the junction, surprisingly I see that many of the drivers have smiles on their faces almost as if they were enjoying the experience although there are also those who are trying to take evasive action too.
I look further ahead over the other side of the road where I can see a young dapper black man come down the street in a wheelchair he appears to be trying to meet up with a group of able bodied friends who are all waiting for him at the end of the road, I get the impression that they are all going to be going out to a night club. As he steers his chair around a corner I see him get tipped forward as the wheels on his chair get jammed on some of the ice in the water, he gets thrown face first into the dirty water ruining his fancy night club style sparkly suit.
The man somehow manages to lift himself up out of the water with his upper body strength and complains to his waiting friends that he was tricked or trapped into crashing his wheel chair but his friends say that it was just an accident. I tend to believe the friends as it looked like an accident to me as well but when I see that the man gets back into chair I notice that somebody has spitefully cut a few of the locks of his long hair whilst he was face down in the water, now I have my doubts and actually wonder if the man wasn’t set-up somehow and tipped out of his chair purposely.
I watch as the man wheels his chair back up the hill towards his house where he plans to get dressed into a fresh clean clothes, the man acts quite admirably considering the circumstances he seems quite hardy and resilient and not unperturbed by what happened.
I watch as the sun comes out and the flash flood of ice and water melts and drains away almost as quickly as it fell.
Thoughts: The part where I touched heads with Harry was very remarkable and very memorable, its
very difficult to put into words quite how that felt but I can imagine even in waking life resting ones
forehead against another persons would be very powerful in a peculiar sort of way....I guess that must
sound pretty weird but from within the dream it felt very profound. I guess the dreams central themes
might be about trying to recognise a part of myself which has potential and also to do with the thawing
out of some attitudes perhaps, although I’ve read that hail storms can often represent difficult times
and this ties in with my waking life at the moment too.
Dream 1: In charge of a miniature road train – I have been given a new responsibility which seems to
be partly linked to my work, I have been put in charge of a novelty road train the kind one might see at
the seaside. The peculiar vehicle is green and the long linked together seats make it look something
like a giant caterpillar, the seats are incredibly low to the ground so much so that my knees literally
scrape along the ground almost as if I were sat astride a racing motorbike and sidecar. As the driver of
the road train I have a pair of special earphones with a mouth piece which I use to listen to and talk to
the passengers with as I take them on the various tours and excursions. As I drive the long snaking
vehicle around a warehouse like office my manager comes over to me and offers me another pair of
headphones identical to the ones I already have, he doesn’t seem to realise that I already have a pair.
I craftily take them from him without mentioning that I already have a pair, I decide to keep the pair he
gave me as a spare set to use for my own purposes.
Dream 2: The enormous toilet – I am back at my secondary school and I find myself in a familiar
corridor near to the cloakroom and where the male toilets are situated, I turn, open the door and go
into use the lavatory. As soon as I step inside I realise that the room appears to be vast and almost
infinite in size with many toilets or latrines for as far as the eye can see. I step over to go to the toilet
at what feels like my usual spot (this is some kind of weird dream memory or logic?!). As I go to the
loo something tells me that I should break the routine of always taking a pee at the same spot and go
and use another part of the toilet, this advice seems even more appropriate now considering that there
are literally an infinite number of urinals to choose from.
Dream 3: The little knitted hippo – It is daytime and I find myself living in America, I am sat cross-
legged in front of a switched off television set I am communicating magically through the dark screen
with a good friend. My friend sends me a real physical present through the television set which lands in
my lap, I unwrap it and discover a small woollen cuddly toy. The cuddly figurine is a hand crafted
knitted woollen hippo stood up like a human looking all gentlemanly in a Wind in the Willows or Beatrix
Potter style. The hippo wears a smart costume and a special light beige linen summer jacket which has
been neatly tailored just for him by my friend. I joke with my friend by the power of thoughts that
maybe I could try the jacket on but it’s obviously way too small for me. I want to send my friend some
flowers as a gift but I don’t know her address I realise that I don’t need to know where she lives though
because if the friend managed to send her gift through the television set then I could do the same. In
the end I decide to send a certificate instead of flowers, the certificate is colourful and playful like a
childhood scroll I address the letter in a way which is very formal and afterwards I regret this, I want to
erase what I’ve written and write a more personal message but I start to become very confused and
muddled and end up dithering and not sending my gift in the end.