Empty your pockets.
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It feels like dusk and I find myself outside in a vaguely familiar garden I am stood behind an old chest high dry stone wall. I am looking at an oval recess in the raised earth bank and field which lies beyond the old rugged hedge.The alcove has a tiny oval race track worn into it, the circuit is the sort of thing little boys would create by pushing little toy cars around and around over a long period of time pretending to race them.
In fact this is exactly what I am watching at the moment, two little cars one of which is silver and shaped like a bullet in an old fashioned pre-WWII once futuristic style chasing another very dark purple almost black 1970’s F1 car frantically but never quite seeming to catch up with it.
Amazingly the cars travel around the miniature course at great speed and as if propelled by unseen hands, or as if under their own power or even as if tiny little drivers were sat inside. The sight of the perfectly formed little vehicles whizzing around and around in anticlockwise circles is really quite mesmerizing and hypnotic.
I appear to be the team manager of the little silver car which is currently racing here, I am accompanied by a group of men who all represent members of my team and pit crew. We all wear big flash American style puffy orange and white style sports jackets and peaked caps something like the real crews of a race car team might wear or the substitutes and managers wear on the sidelines to keep warm, I feel that it is a great honor to where the special jacket.
As we all continue to stand transfixed by the surreal sight of the two little cars whizzing faster and faster around the circuit like wacky out of control stock cars an older man dressed in the same jacket and cap struts over to us and angrily demands that we all give him back our big puffy jackets and hats.
This older man is the gruff American director who owns the team I am managing in its entirety. It’s utterly shameful that we have to remove our jackets and hand them back to him like this but he seems to be completely unhappy with our performance viewing us as unsuccessful and not up to the job. I get the feeling that he implies we weren’t really managing but just watching the cars whiz aimlessly around the circuit almost out of control, he is basically firing us all.
He tells me sternly to empty my pockets before I give him his jacket back, in the side pockets I find lots of loose change and in the top breast pocket is something hard and plastic which feels like a cigarette lighter (I don’t smoke in reality), I get to keep these items as they belong to me. As I hand the important and prestigious jacket back I feel deep regret and would do anything for a second chance, I feel tearful and like crying it’s such a shameful and humiliating moment.
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Interpretation: This dream is probably pointing out some of my faults when trying to undertake and follow through with a personal project or goal such as being mesmerized by trivial matters (distracted by the little toy cars and not dealing with the job in hand), feelings of going round in circles but not get anywhere (the whizzing anti-clockwise motion), living in a fantasy world (the toy track as opposed to a real one) and a lack of commitment combined with the thought that there will always be a second chance or another opportunity so why bother or try harder (the stern directors opinion). The two redeeming features that I was left with after having to unceremoniously hand back the jacket were the coins (the remaining positive personal values I guess) and the cigarette lighter (the means to create a spark and doggedly start all over again).Dream 1: Cross dressing and a cross lesbian – I find myself in a very large, quiet and completely empty dance hall I sit on a stage at the rear right of the room. Way off in the distance at the other right hand side corner of the hall is a mid height plinth with a Greek statue of a graceful Nike like figurine balancing on one leg like a ballerina. On closer inspection I see that the tiptoed statue is actually a colorful motionless real life woman. I am sat down rolling down a pair woman’s stockings and removing a pair of feminine knickers I fold them up neatly and place them to one side of the stage before a large group of unfamiliar people all start to bustle into the vast room. In an adjoining room which resembles a school classroom and also my current place of work I see a female who I recognize as a young woman I had the opportunity of dating in my teens. The lady is older now but I recognize her instantly, she is dressed in the black power dressing clothes of a businesswoman. I gather that she is now a lesbian and that this is a decision she unhappily took based on my indirect rejection of her date proposal. She gives me a stern frown and I gather that she is very cross with me and that there is no chance of us making amends. As she walks away I glance down at her attractive and shapely legs, the dark black tights she wears seem to merge into her suede high heels and for some reason this reminds me of the powerful hind legs of a horse.
Dream 3: Nan’s stairs – I am at my Nan’s and have been staying over the night, when I wake up in the morning her house looks and feels familiar but in reality it has been mirrored, turned inside out and juxtaposed in a weird Escheresque fashion this is particularly relevant in regards to the now quirky staircase. The stairwell is extremely narrow and tight which leads up to a very cramped landing with a closed door to the immediate left which I know leads into my uncle’s room. I want to go into my uncles room as I sense that there is a secret in their but I know that I mustn’t let him find me snooping around, I can hear him downstairs with my Nan so it should be okay to enter inside but in the end I decide that it’s way to risky and probably dark and spooky in their too and decide to not go in. I rush downstairs like a kid to grab a cup of coffee before rushing back upstairs to drink it in bed, in my hurry I see my Nan sorting out laundry on the kitchen floor.
Dream 4: Oriental car fluids – I am traveling in a car as a passenger which is being driven by my wife, she drives along a busy familiar road close to where we live heading in the direction of where I work. She drives extremely fast and seems to be in a hurry to get somewhere quickly swerving in and around all of the busy traffic. I feel very nervy but she seems to be in control (if perhaps on the edge) and knows what she is doing. She drives straight onto a round-a-bout without giving way only to have to slam the brakes on hard when we see a car broken down on the traffic circle, we both get out of the car to see if we can offer any help. The small hatch back is owned by a small oriental woman roughly our age she is also accompanied by an even (unusually) smaller female friend, they both stand outside of their car looking puzzled and lost as to what the problem might be with their vehicle. I lift up the bonnet and secure it on the prop and have a look around, as I check around the engine things soon start to become clearer and when I pull the dipstick up I discover that the engine is completely dry, in fact all of the cars fluids such as coolant, windscreen wash, brake fluid etc are all completely empty. I look at the little oriental lady as if to nod and show her what is up but she has a blank sort of vacant face, I can see that what I say doesn’t really register with her. As I look around me feeling a bit out of place I notice that her car is painted in the green, yellow and white marketing colors used by British Petroleum (also known as BP).
Dream 5: Dream Journal private zone – I dream about how the Dream Journal Website is updated with a new section which allows members to share notes of a more personal nature with their closer friends which could help shed more light on the symbolism and dramas contained within their dreams.
