Lucid Intent? No
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My Mum explains to me gently that I’ve been reading the signs and seeing the symbols in my dreams but have not been acting on them and this is the reason for my sadness.
Thoughts: For some reason the scene with my stepfather and the flasks reminded me of the scene in the Indiana Jones film where Indy had to choose wisely and pick what he thought was the correct Grail. The drama with my Mum struck a nerve too as I could really relate to her advice in the dream and on waking, and can see how this advice applies or should be applied to my waking life. There were some recurring symbols in this dream like the chocolates, coffee (the need to wake up to certain things) and I even recall a search for a vessel in a past dream from a while back. Dream 1: The haunted motorcycle museum – I am being given a tour around a very large museum of motorcycles by a very chaste woman this lady is older than myself and is possibly a Nun or some other kind of religious figure. I’m guided amongst various aisles very much like one might see in a warehouse with long lanes of tall racking looking at the dusty old motorcycles. We come upon one room which we discover is haunted by a malevolent female poltergeist, the room looks like a foreman’s office in a factory. Whilst the Nun and I pause in this room I start to have a nosebleed, the blood slowly trickles out of my nose and immediately draws the attention of the malicious female spirit. I get the impression that the ghost is attracted to my blood because she can draw off the energy contained in it. The virgin lady doesn’t seem to know what to do about the spirit so I decide to carry out an experiment. I take a handful of pink dice all of which have many different sides and shapes, I leave these dice on a desk in the room with the expectation that the poltergeist will throw them up in the air and I will be able to garner some sort of conclusion from the way they fall. We leave the dice and then I and the chaste woman leave the room, we hear lots of banging and smashing of objects but when we re-enter the room a short while later we see some broken furnishings and ornaments but the dice are untouched and still in the same position I had previously left them. I was hoping that the ghost would have thrown the dice into the air and I would have been able to garner something from the way in which they landed. (The dice in this dream looked very much like the crystals I picked up on the beach in this dream ‘Octahedron beach’. Dream 2: Chili powder shampoo – I find myself inside an unfamiliar hairdressers where I see my Mum and youngest sister sat on a row of comfy chairs reading magazines and waiting to have their hair styled, a young male is stood just to the right of where my Mum is sat, he looks different to me but I know that he represents me as a young boy. The boy is wearing pajamas and has his left foot up on the cushioned chair striking a cowboy like pose. I see that the youth has an erection pushing against his pajama trousers which he seems quite proud of, this aspect of the boy reminds me of a Greek faun or satyr. My Mum and sister look at the boy with uninterested expressions and roll their eyes as if this were a typically immature male thing to do. Some other people including some of the hairdressers and other males of roughly the same age start laughing and ridiculing the boy’s physical expression particularly the fact he has an erection, the boy starts to become very embarrassed and runs away from the hairdressers red faced and ashamed. I’m left watching out the rest of the scene and see a hairdresser washing or rubbing a woman’s long hair with lots of red powder, I ask the hairdresser what the red powder is and she tells me that it is chili powder.