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Daytime and I find myself alone on the very top of a tall grassy hill or mound. Arranged in a
circle at the summit are a selection of ancient standing stones surrounded by a perimeter of more
recent Victorian wrought iron pointed railings.
An unconscious urge takes hold of me or is perhaps more forced upon me and I feel impelled to dance
a folk style jig about the stones in a clockwise motion.
After having finished my traditional dance I sit down and start work on making a flag from a piece
of off-white coarse fabric something like hessian. I stitch a geometric design of a boarder and a
cross much like a cross potent which ends in ‘T’ shaped bars at the ends of its arms onto the
fabric with a thick dark burgundy thread.
From within the dream my design feels and looks pagan and Gaelic or Celtic but on waking reflection
I can see that it perhaps looked more like an early Christian motif.
Thoughts: This dream had something of getting back to nature, to the instinctual side and ones intuitive nature about it, the little jig may have been a celebration of this and the ancient standing stones a marker for a place to return to these values. Such ancient Celtic burial mounds and hills were often thought to be magical I have read and a place where one can return to the earth goddess, that might actually tie in with my recent dream ‘Inside the mystical mountain’. There could still be some barriers though, one as represented by the Victorian railings which might be symbolic of prudish misguided beliefs and antiquated ways of thinking that are keeping me from re-connecting with my true self. Also the cross I was embroidering on to the flag wasn’t the typical Christian one but one with equal arms ending in a ‘T’ or perhaps 4 letter ‘T’s’ all joined at the centre by their longest side, the way this symbol was arranged made me think of a dead-end or a cul-de-sac as in a road traffic symbol and may serve to suggest that previously held religious beliefs or values as represented by the flag (a symbol of groups often in a nationalistic way but also as in this dream of organised group religions such as with the Crusaders) may have led me to nowhere or away from the source as ‘X’ or maybe ‘+’ marks the spot which in this case seemed to be or felt like the spot within the iron railings where the megaliths stood.
Dream 2: Hollow hostility – Daytime at an unfamiliar aerodrome and I find myself out on a large expanse of paved runway with a very large group of unfamiliar people. A combat helicopter is hovering very low to the ground in front of our group and suddenly opens fire with a mini canon tucked beneath its cockpit. A hailstorm of bullets sprays down upon the crowd of people sending them screaming and diving for cover. I somehow manage to dive down in front of the hailstorm of shrapnel to avoid the carnage, looking up I see a work colleague from place of work (his name may be significant) he is dressed in green military costume and is directing the helicopter’s actions from the ground. I shout out at him with a mixture of fear and anger and ask him what on earth he thinks he is doing, he calls back to me and tells me not to worry as the bullets the helicopter is firing are blanks. I turn to look at the bullets ricocheting up off the ground in a shower of sparks and don’t feel at all convinced by what the man said.
Dream 3: Dismantling a steam engine – Daytime and I find myself at the end of a railway line I am with a group of people some of whom are unfamiliar and others who look like managers from my place of work. A huge rundown rusty old steam locomotive rests leaning and decaying on the tracks up against the buffers, the people I am with are in the process of dismantling the train into smaller pieces for scrap. I am encouraged to join in and help them which I do for a little while. As I work a manger draws my attention to a small rusty boiler or steam box as if prompting me to take note. I take a pause from the big job to go to the toilet after which I go into a large conference room where an important business style speech is about to be delivered, I note that the audience is most peculiar in that it is made up of musicians particularly electrical guitarists, I take a seat not far from Eric Clapton and Jimmy Page and settle down to listen to the lecture.
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It is daytime and I find myself walking down the hill that leads away from my Nan’s house, I’m walking slightly ahead of a group who consist of my wife who is pushing a perambulator which holds our (dream) baby, at least two unidentifiable females who seem to be handmaidens or guardians to my wife and a familiar childhood friend.
I suddenly hear a commotion behind me and turn to see that two young thugs on mountain bicycles have stopped near my wife and are spitefully taunting and hurting the baby in the pram. Without hesitation I go over and grab the smallest of the louts and with giant hands I lift him clean off the ground whilst he is still sat on his bicycle.
I have a hold of the yob’s bicycle by the rear wheel and in my anger at what he was doing to the baby I shake the hooligan violently. The bicycle and rider both pivot on the back axle and come swinging down in a forward motion slamming the young ruffian’s head into a wall I then toss the mangled rider and bicycle to one side.
As my rage cools a person in the group possibly the smaller thug’s accomplice comes over to me and complains that I overreacted and that I have killed him, I feel a twinge of regret but know that I’m in the right. The childhood friend comes to the fore and asks my wife and me if he can push the baby in the perambulator for a while.
Thoughts: I usually associate my Nan’s house with learning lessons or being tested in some way as this
was where I lived during my high school exams. The drama with my wife, the baby and the thugs
perhaps mirrors our waking life relationship whereby my wife is developing perhaps comfortably in a
spiritual regard or otherwise at her own pace and I am trying to hurry on ahead by myself (I’m not
sure if that is what the drama represents exactly but it’s all that comes to mind for the moment). This
rushing things seemed to be echoed twice, once in my walking ahead of the group and secondly in the
mountain bicycles the thugs (who might represent my self) were riding. The bicycles the thugs were
riding were intended for mountains and the mountains in turn may represent my desire to conquer a
personal challenge, the two bullies might represent that side of me which is fearful and maybe even
resentful of feeling held back or slowed down in my personal quest. Perhaps the comment about
overreacting when I hurt the bully and my own twinge of guilt for acting so aggressively towards the
childlike thug is a hint that I also shouldn’t be so hard on myself but should try and learn to understand
that impatient side of myself better. Part of the answer to this dilemma might be found in the final
scene where the childhood friend asked if he could push the pram, the friend was young again and just
a boy unlike myself in the dream where I was my current age. His wanting to push the pram might
indicate that it would be wise to view this development from a more slowed down and innocent childlike
perspective rather than that of a frustrated hasty adult one. (Again I’m not sure if any of that even
sounds or feels right but it’s all that springs to mind for the moment).
Dream 1: Closing time – It is night time and I have the urge to buy some chocolate. I hurry towards a
large superstore in my childhood hometown in the hope of entering the supermarket before it closes,
I’m aware that I only have a matter of minutes to get inside the shop before the doors are closed. I
manage to just get through the doors before the shop is due to shut and I assume that because I am
now inside the store I will be able to make some purchases, unfortunately this isn’t the case though as
the aisles of produce have been cordoned of with red rope and bollards (The kind one might see at a
cinema). It appears that the customers who are queuing to pay for their groceries are allowed to do so
but nobody is allowed to go back to aisles for extra items or anything they may have forgotten. I feel
quite frustrated and stand with a group of other people in the same predicament as myself we all gawp
longingly at the produce in the aisles it seems so close and yet unattainable. I see a colleague from my
place of work in the crowd (who has appeared in some of my previous dreams in positive roles) he
appears to have had enough of the situation and takes it upon himself to limbo beneath the barrier and
head over to the aisles to select the items he wants regardless of the superstores rules.