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Daytime and I have gone to visit a motorcycle showroom to look at the motorcycles, I feel desirous
of having a new one but have only come to look.
The owner of the showroom greets me warmly when I step inside and takes me up to his office where
he wants me to complete some papers for a new motorcycle he has put aside for me. I’m really very
excited as I can’t ever remember ordering a new one.
In the office the showroom owner explains to me in a quite serious way that apparently I still have
2 months worth of instalments to finish paying on my current motorcycle (I don’t currently have a
motorbike in waking life so this is almost certainly symbolic).
The man makes clear that if I had decided to pay the loan for this current motorcycle off early I
would have defaulted and had to pay a forfeit, so what he has done is to merge these final two
payments into the new loan for the new motorcycle.
I’m amazed not only by the man’s intelligence and ingenuity with the finances but also with his
kindness and thoughtfulness too, the fact that he has taken care of all of the papers on my behalf
really touches me and makes me feel cared for.
After chatting about the papers and the new financial arrangement the man picks up the keys to the
bike and invites me down to the showroom to look at my new purchase. I see that the motorcycle I
have bought (or that has been arranged for to have) is a Yamaha (a brand of motorcycle that I’ve
never owned before, the bike is unfaired, futuristic, modern and balanced. I sense that the motor
is torquey low down but also revvy up high, the motorcycle is something of an all-rounder with the
potential for going off-road too.
I feel so happy and excited and can’t wait to have my first ride but that won’t be quite yet I feel
and only when the final two payments have been made on my old motorcycle even though the two loans
have been amalgamated. I think to myself that it will be so good to replace my current motorcycle
(?) which is a huge black heavy whale of a fast sports-tourer for this more balanced and practical
mode of transport.
Thoughts: All of my dreams were so positive last night which is great! I think that the above dream perhaps represents how with help I am learning to become more independent and balanced in a more masculine and positively assertive way (motorcycles are often stereotypically associated with males I guess) and also in an adult way too (the motorbike seems like a step up from the bicycle dreams I’ve been having recently). The interesting part with this dream was that to me on waking it suggested that some kind of positive change was going to happen in 2 months which would be somehow analogous to the paying off of the old loan in the dream and then taking possession of my new (dream) motorbike. I guess that must sound pretty bizarre but I’ll have to jot it down on the calendar just to see if anything does occur in two months time (November the 25th I guess). The rearranging of the finances may symbolically represent a reorganize of my personal values somehow or maybe even some kind of symbolic debt that I am about to repay?
Dream 2: Kings of England – Night time and I find myself in London in an area where there are lots of theatres. I am stood at some steps which lead down into a side entrance of a playhouse, I pause a moment to look at a poster that has been pasted up onto the dark brick wall. The poster advertises a new play called ‘Kings of England’ apparently this production is the playwright’s final work and is something of her masterpiece and Magnum Opus, I follow the steps down into the theatre and wind my way through the back corridors and come out into the large open galleries and theatre proper where I take my seat to watch the show. The atmosphere is electric but quickly subdues to a quiet hush as the performance begins. A long line of king’s walks out onto the stage all dressed in suits of armour with their faces hidden behind their full face helmets, each king wears a sleeveless tunic similar in style to the ones from this recent dream ‘Billy goatees gruff’ from Monday the 22nd September 2008. Each king represents one chapter in the development of the history of England with the entire lineage symbolising something of a learning curve, some of the kings were good, noble and just and others were a bit bad. But good or bad is not what is really important here its more the necessacary role each one was born to play out in service of the country. This story of the endless line of kings is quite simply fascinating and has the audience captivated and enthralled including me. But the play culminates with something of a magnificent and unexpected twist ending which curiously is also where the very beginning of the story starts. The playwright in her research discovered that long, long before the kings ever existed back even before the chronicles or recorded history of England in the very deepest mists of time England once had a ‘Dreaming’ just like the indigenous Australians. As the kings disappear into a thick fog that descends down upon the stage the audience gasps with astonishment at this revelation. The stage play having ended at this fabulous surprise the audience immediately bursts into a rapturous applause at the presentation and gives a standing ovation, I too join in such is the amazing finale to the show. As a kind of encore the playwright who wrote the production walks onto the stage from the audience’s right, the audience goes wild with excitement and the clapping is so loud its almost deafening but I join in too such is my own excitement. The familiar lady in her billowing white dress takes very feminine curtsies and bows to the audience, I feel such admiration for her and her enlightening stage play.
Dream 3: Beneath the exterior – Daytime and I am stood on a grassy patch outside a very tall vaguely familiar council block of flats, I am so close to the building that it fills my field of vision. The tower block seems slightly sad but when I look more closely at the base of the building I see something intriguing. The outer skin of rendered plaster and mortar has started to fall away from the wall and much to my surprise rather than exposing the grey concrete beneath that I had expected to see what I actually witness is that the tall housing block is actually made from beautiful honey coloured golden sandstone blocks which have been hewn and fashioned by hand and positioned carefully and lovingly. The revelation that the immense building only appears sad on the surface but is solid gold throughout is extremely satisfying and totally uplifting, filling me with great warmth and joy.
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Late evening time and I find myself at the town square of the city where I lived about 6 years ago,
the sky is brooding, moody and ominous.
I’m chased through one of the streets by a gang of strangely clad people who look partly like
soldiers dressed in sadomasochistic bondage clothing who are terrorising me. I run into the
entranceway of a butcher shop in order to try and seek refuge but the group corners me and shoot me
multiple times up against the tiled wall.
I rise up from my body as a spirit and walk back to the town square where my body seems to
reconstitute itself back to its physical form. I sit down at a wall like bench or table opposite a
family member who is partly dressed like the previous people who were terrorising me. There are two
machine guns on the table and great tension between the two of us, we both make a grab for the
weapons with the intention of being the first to eliminate one another, I manage to grab the weapon
closest to me first.
Unfortunately I don’t know how the gun works even though I pull the trigger nothing happens, there
must be some kind of safety catch or button which I need to release first. My hesitation gives the
relative the opportunity to pick up his gun and shoot me in the head.
Once again I die and I leave my body in the form of a spirit and I walk away and drop to my knees
weeping and sobbing tears of terrible frustration uncontrollably at being caught in this loop of
dying and being reincarnated over and over again.
In the spirit shirt pocket of my astral body just next to my heart I sense the heavy weight of many
coins and a key weighing down my soul and acting as a magnet to keep me grounded in this reality. I
realise that in order to be released from this terrible cycle I need to get rid of these heavy
Thoughts: My dreams were a bit confusing from last night probably because I overslept and had a lie in. I’m not sure what the above dream really represents and it may even have been influenced by a brief clip of something I saw on the television last night, the coins and key certainly seemed symbolic though and probably do have some significance in a spiritual regard to my waking life I feel.
Dream 1: Paper fashions – I find myself walking through a very large grand hotel I’m followed in the background by my wife, it would appear that in this dream I am a confident and successful fashion designer and photographer. I am making my way up to a large room which has been set aside for me where I will pick out 5 female models for a new series of fashions I’ve created, these fashions all consist of clothes made from different kinds of paper. In the room I sit down and look at a long row of ladies who all sit facing me, I work my way from left to right asking each what her previous modelling job entailed. As I work my way along the line I begin to select out the five who I will choose to model my new paper creations. The last lady in the line is a very timid feminine lady from my place of work, she explains that her previous modelling job involved playing a character in some kind of French graphic novel, I decide to choose this lady as the fifth model based on her character and nature.
Dream 3: Lost in Gand – (A very lengthy dream which I’ve tried to condense). Daytime and I have taken my little sister to a place in Belgium called Gand (in Flemish Ghent, I’ve never been here before and have perhaps only heard of the name vaguely in passing, I was quite surprised to see a detail like this appear in my dream). I take my little sister to a very fancy cake shop in order to have afternoon tea and cakes. We walk past the serving counters and look down at all of the delicious cakes on display in the chilled glass cabinets, I tell my little sister to pick any cake she wants. My sister asks the lady serving for a green lime flavoured cake but the lady turns and with an unusually surprised expression for a dream character responds by saying that they haven’t had any lime flavoured cakes delivered for a number of weeks now. My little sister seems disappointed so we go to take a seat at a table and wait for my Mum to arrive and join us. I go over to a gift shop area where I look at some watches with the thought of buying one for my brother-in-law as a present, I see one in particular which has a calculator built into it. I take my little sister over to a display cabinet and tell her that she can pick a gift for herself too, we both peer down and look at a tiny titchy black brooch or hat pin which is shaped in the form of a miniscule Felix the Cat, it’s so small its almost impossible to see the detail on it. After a while of waiting for my Mum to turn up I decide to leave and drive back home by myself, I soon get lost though and pull over to ask for directions. I change my mind and want to go back to Gand but now I feel completely lost and don’t know how to get back their either. I try using my mobile telephone to call for help but all I get are strange messages and confusion. Two women suddenly pull up alongside me and sort of hold me up, the two women seem like outlaws, and sort of as if they are on the run a bit like Thelma & Louise. The more forward and tougher of the two ladies tells me to give her one of my shirts as her t-shirt is wet and she needs to change into something more comfortable. I decide to comply as the two fugitives seem slightly dangerous and on the verge of doing anything in their bid for freedom. I sort though three of my shirts all of the same style and try to choose which one to let her have. I have an orange one which I want to keep for myself and which I try to crumple to one side as if to make it seem uninteresting. I’m left with a light sandy brown shirt and a light sage green one. I decide to give the lady my sage green shirt as the colour seems like it will be helpful to her.
Dream 4: Dirty fingernails – I’m sat down in a vague partially outdoor environment seemingly waiting for something. A young man sits down in front of me and begins to inspect my teeth with his fingers. He would appear to be a dentist of sorts. I suddenly see that the young man’s finger nails are black and absolutely filthy, I recoil with disgust and the man tells me that he was having trouble examining all of my teeth because of my cheek being in the way.
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I am at my Nan’s house in the kitchen I have just removed my wrist watch and put it in the washing
machine I close the door and turn the machine on putting it on a wash cycle.
Whilst I do this I take my Nan’s back door key, I intend to take it into town later to get a copy cut. I
have a spare key for the front door but would like one for the back too.
I go back over to the washing machine and peer in through the circular door I see that the cycle hasn’t
finished yet I begin to grow impatient as I want to be able to remove my watch.
Interpretation: I’ve read that watches can sometimes represent a need for the dreamer to be more
spontaneous and carefree, I like this interpretation as this is something that could definitely apply to
me. Maybe I need to break this “cycle” or routine (or perhaps I just have to wait for it to come to an
end naturally?), either way maybe that is where the key to having more freedom lies.
Dream 1: The loose steering wheel – I have just met up with my Mum, stepfather and little sister in a
gravel car park near to a sloping playing field we appear to have just rendezvoused after splitting up
and doing our shopping separately. I realize that I either don’t have any transport or the transport I
came with has broken down, my Mum offers me her car to get home with and explains that she will go
with my step Dad. My Mum’s car is some kind of classic sports car it looks a bit unfashionable in its
metallic brown paint job and it feels well worn on the inside, I get in and sink into the comfortable
bucket seat. The bonnet (hood) is immensely long indicating that the engine that lies beneath is a real
monster V12. I start the car up and find that it is actually a surprisingly pleasant car to drive, I reverse
out of the car park and pull away. I immediately notice a big problem with this car though and that is
that the steering wheel is dangerously loose and wobbly, I’m going to have to drive extremely carefully
if I want to continue using this car.
Dream 2: Like a Rolling Stone – I find myself sat on a chair on my Mum’s driveway at her house I
appear to have won a competition where I am granted the privilege of an audience with the music
group The Rolling Stones. Some of the other winners (dream strangers) are also sat her on chairs too
and the band also sits amongst us in a very personal up close kind of way. To my left is the guitarist
Keith Richards and in front of me is the drummer Charlie Watts, Ron Wood and Mick Jagger seem to
stay in the background and remain mostly quite. Each of the winners and I take it in turns to ask the
band any questions we want, its very special and friendly just like we are meeting famous superstars
but on a very personal terms. It comes my chance to ask the band a question, I ponder for a moment
and then ask Keith Richards if any of the band like to draw or paint in their spare time. Keith says that
he doesn’t personally but Charlie does, and with that the drummer takes out a funny cartoon he’s made
which is rendered with magic markers. I scan down through the various frames of the cartoon following
the story. The tale is of a woman who is out taking her cat for a walk at night time she is trying to find a
vet who will examine her pet for her. At each door she comes to she is unsuccessful in getting an
answer, as she walks away disappointed from each door her cat does a poop on the doorstep. This
knocking at the door without a reply and the cats pooping continues on for the rest of the comic strip
and seems to be the perpetual punch line. The other winners, the band and I all laugh at the comic
strips funny story. (In the dream the comic story was hilarious but now when I reflect back it seems not
very funny at all).
Dream 3: Mohamed Ali’s ham – I find myself in a large car mechanics garage a car is in the middle of
the room being worked on by the boxer Mohamed Ali, in my dream the boxer is absolutely larger than
life and a giant towering above me perhaps 7 or 8 feet tall. Mohamed seems slightly reserved perhaps
even detached or low. He appears to have given the car a light coating of olive oil all over the body
work almost as if he were basting a chicken, I then watch as he proceeds to carefully layer many tiny
pieces of thin Parma ham all over the oily body work. It’s a very strange thing to be doing and I
assume that he intends to completely cover the entire car with the thin slices of ham.
Dream 4: Henry Cooper & John Cooper – I find myself at a familiar dream race circuit which has lots of
trees on a central island within the actual track. Two men are here with a Mini sports car one has just
bought the car and brought it here to test, the other man has come over to take a look at the car and
see what its like. The car is a Mini Cooper version I notice, I start to become involved in the discussion
of the car too but I seem to become confused between two sports personalities with the same surname,
one is John Cooper and is the ‘Cooper’ after which the car is named. The other is Henry Cooper a
British boxer, I seem to think there is a link between these two ‘Coopers’. (Maybe there is something
symbolic but I’m not sure, both Coopers pack a punch I guess, but then the symbolism may actual be
in the name’s meaning as in ‘a maker of barrels’?).
Dream 5: With wireframe the possibilities are endless – I find myself in my old art classroom back at
secondary school an informal kind of lesson is being given for returning students, one of the lecturers is
the friendly guy from my current place of work who owns and serves at the canteen. I see one old
school friend who I rarely dream of he is taking the art course too. I’m aware that the parts of the
lesson are going to be given in French but that’s okay I feel as I will be able to manage. I feel very
involved and eager to learn more so than the other students I feel in fact I seem to have a very
friendly rapport with the teachers almost as if I am one of them. One of the lecturers takes a sheet of
paper to one side for a moment and makes a quick sketch and then returns to show me, I’m very
surprised to see how much he achieved in the few seconds he turned his back. The man has created a
life drawing of a naked reclining woman the perspective is very good with the feet at the fore with the
woman’s body and head receding into the background. The sketch is still a bit scrappy though but the
man seems to touch this up magically with a stick of graphite, I watch with some amazement as the
toes of the lady appear as if like a child’s magic painting. Something very remarkable then happens
and I seem to enter into the sheet of paper passing through the body of the woman the man sketched,
I see that the interior of the woman’s body is constructed out of an infinite number of points and lines
something like a wire frame rendering. After I’ve returned from the mind like voyage through the
sketch I say excitedly to the lecturer that the possibilities are endless with this wire frame drawing
technique, he smiles and nods with a sparkle in his eye.
Dream 6: Long hair is not yet long enough – I’m looking in a mirror at my own reflection and notice
that my hair has grown very long and I really like it, I feel that I want it to grow even more though so
that it is really long and flowing I feel slightly impatient for this extra growth. As I stand there preening
my hair and tucking it behind my ears all of my hair suddenly changes from my natural dark brown
colour to a bright blond colour, it’s a very surprising transformation but no sooner has it changed then it
reverts back to its original dark brown again.
Dream 8: Driving up the coal escalator – I find myself at a large colliery I’m driving a car up a huge
escalator which is used for transporting the coal up from the pit, I follow a long line of cars up to the
very highest part of the conveyor belt. Near the top I become very frightened as there aren’t any guard
rails, I don’t feel as though I can continue due to my fear of falling but some kind people up in front of
me get out of their cars and walk over to me and try to calm me and give me some encouraging words
to keep on driving forwards.
Dream 10: Wise in the graveyard – I find myself in a vaguely familiar park which also seems to be a
graveyard, I’m following behind an English comedian called Ernie Wise (part of the 1970’s English
comedy duo ‘Morecambe & Wise’) he is skipping and dancing but is also on the search for his comedy
partner and friend who is perhaps dead or lost, he searches about for his tombstone but without
success. He does see some kind of imposter who is at first convincing but he soon realizes that this is
not his friend and walks away to continue his search. He eventually heads over to a telephone box
where there are lost of cigarette butts strewn about the floor some which still seem to be alight with an
orange ember at the end.
Dream 11: Dream notes at Nan’s – I am at my Nan’s house in her sitting room I have just taken a
piece of pink paper and a pen and have sat down on the sofa to make some dream notes. I’m actually
conscious to a certain degree and I attempt to record the details of the night’s dreams from within this
dream (a very strange and powerful feeling which did seem to work at some kind of level). I manage to
record the first three dreams of the night using the same names I’ve used above.
Dream 12: Family film watching – A vague dream where I see my Mum and stepfather over at the
house of their neighbors, the house is dim inside and doesn’t look like their real house but more like a
council flat or apartment. The room is dim because everyone is about to sit down for the evening and
watch some movies. As I write this dream down I feel more details coming back to me, the drama had
a strong essence and also probably had a great deal more detail and story to it as well.
Dream 13: Uncle’s cauliflower cheese – I am at my Nan’s house in her kitchen my Nan’s brother has
just been cooking lots of food ready for an evening meal, my Nan tells him in a bossy but friendly kind
of way to hurry up and lay the table. My uncle takes out a Pyrex dish from the oven with lots of
cauliflower inside it, he asks me if I’d like some cauliflower cheese but I have to point out to him that
his cauliflower cheese doesn’t actually have any cheese on it, I get the impression he thinks you can
add it afterwards.