Date of dream: Monday, March 24, 2008
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It is daytime and the weather is very fine I find myself walking along an unfamiliar sandy beach. Up in front of me running the entire length of the beach is a long row of boats sat upon the sand, the boats closest to me are very small but increase in size incrementally the farther they continue up the beach.
As I pad through the sand I think to myself that I would like to buy a modest simple two-seater boat for my wife and I to relax and have fun in out on the sea.
I walk further up the beach and the boats become larger and more grand, a man comes over to me and invites me on board his large yacht, I feel that I should know this man but cannot place his face he reminds me of a businessman and possibly one of the big managers from my place of work.
The man shows me around his yacht which is very plush and seems like a home from home, the craft is carpeted but seems a little empty and void of appliances. I engage the man in conversation I seem very chatty and do most of the talking, after a while I realize that I am boring the man and he is becoming fed up with my company and would like me to leave.
Before I leave the boat I see that the man is doing some kind of electrical wiring down near the floor close to a wall, I ask him what it is he is doing. He tells me with a slightly irritated tone that he is installing USB cables so that he can have some kind of Wi-Fi technology on his boat to link up all of his electronic appliances, the man’s objective seems to do with radio waves and being able to control things remotely and from a distance.
I can tell I’m not wanted here so I get off the boat and continue walking up the beach where the boats or rather ships become much larger, I eventually come to the largest yacht on the beach and climb aboard for a look around.
I walk through the huge yacht and into a large room which is large elite kind of dressing room, I see a man roughly my age who is dressed in white robes with a head dress he looks a little like an Arab sheikh or an Indian Raja. The man stands still on a pedestal whilst a man servant grooms, dresses and prepares him for the day.
Just then a man roughly my age who is dressed in very staid tweedy 1920’s style English clothes is invited on board by the nobleman’s servants. A large heavy solid gold statuette of an abstract male figure is proffered to the man and he rushes over and clutches onto it eagerly. As the Englishman gloats over his golden idol the dark skinned nobleman looks down upon him from his preening pedestal with an air of reserved superiority.
I become aware of what this drama means, the nobleman has his servants lure young men onto his yacht with the promise of the golden idol but what the young men don’t realize though is that they must surrender their body to the kingly man who expects to have sex with them in return for his golden statuette.
The final thought that I am left with is that the golden idol represents a miniscule fraction of the majestic man’s homeland.
Additional Comments:
Interpretation: The wife I planned to ride the surf with in the little two seat speedboat probably
represents my anima I feel, the drama perhaps symbolizes a more fun and leisurely approach to my
explorations in this area. The rest of the boats and yachts on the beach seemed to be owned by males,
the electrical cables on the businessman’s ship possibly represents a kind of mental rewiring, his
irritation and boredom of my presence might represent how that particular aspect is fed up with my
mental tooing and froing. The nobleman might represent a higher kind of masculine archetype, his
desire for having sex with other males is purely symbolic I feel and perhaps symbolizes a kind of
unification with this higher male archetype, the golden idol could just be that, a form of worship of a
more masculine side. The statuette representing a fraction of the wealth of the nobleman’s homeland
might serve to indicate how holding this male aspect in reverence and respect goes a small way to
achieving the wholeness as represented by the homeland. The end of the dream drama makes me feel
a little uncomfortable and as if I’m putting up some resistance to it, this in itself may not be such a bad
thing and actually serves to back-up my own thoughts and ideas about the dream. The above dream
might possibly be linked to dream 2 from this night as there was a lot of shared symbolism although
this dream was much more extreme and shocking.
Dream 1: Captive tenants – An unpleasant dream which I recall very little of which is probably a good
thing. I find myself in an unfamiliar apartment block which is run by a strange sect who lures and holds
their tenants captive and uses them for their own perverse and macabre purposes.
Dream 2: Blown away – I find myself in what feels like a specific geographical location, I am stood at
the side of a dusty road that passes through a primitive town. On one side of the road I see a group of
women waiting at a bus stop each is covered entirely in a black burqa hiding their entire body and face
a red band holds the head piece in place, although their bodies are completely covered I can clearly
see that one of the women is heavily pregnant. On the opposite side of the road I see a man also
dressed in a black robe, a slit in his head dress reveals the only visible part of his body which are his
eyes. For my part I am carrying a vacuum cleaner in one hand and an empty orange bucket in the
other, I walk over to a small van and open the rear doors and place by items into the rear of the
vehicle. I can feel the tension start to rise and sense something horrible about to happen. The seated
male is slouched in a very masculine position with his legs spread I watch as he picks something up
which is wrapped in polythene. He unwraps the item and I see that its is a huge modern firearm, the
man starts aiming and taking pot shots at the women waiting at the bus stop over the road. I panic and
feel terrified, this is sheer insanity but there is nothing I can do about it, I fear for the pregnant woman
terribly. I see the pregnant woman gets clipped by shrapnel or a bullet and falls to the floor the other
women start screaming and wailing and leap down to cover and protect the injured woman, these ladies
seems very brave and quite willing to save their friends life so that the baby might survive. Things slow
down and become very real the hostile man comes toward me and I freeze feeling total fear, in very
broken English the man tells me to hold my hands in the air. I gently and very slowly raise them I’m
afraid to make any sudden movements but the man wants my arms higher and growls at me
mockingly “Higher, hold them higher like its Christmas” (??). I raise my hands and “Boom” he lets off a
shot which strikes me in the chest knocking me off my feet to floor. As I lie there motionless I can feel
my electrical life force crackling and leaking out of me, I clearly note the dilated state of my eyes as I
stare out at the scene before me. I’m completely paralyzed and not really in any pain, dying doesn’t
seem too bad that is until the hostile man walks over to me and unloads another cartridge into my head
after which the world goes black and I die.
Date of dream: Friday, December 21, 2007
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(Last nights dreams were very strange and seemed to flow together but also exist on two different
levels of consciousness. I’ve had the intention of trying for an out of body experience for the past few
days and I haven’t really tried until just recently because my energy has been so low but yesterday I
felt really on form so decided to push for one.
There seemed to be a kind of split or division in my self where a part of me was dreaming and the
other part was trying for the oobe, I also felt very conscious for the entire night even when I wasn’t
dreaming but in the black voids in between. It’s difficult to explain but I’ll try and go into more detail in
my additional comments).
I find myself walking around my childhood hometown I am searching around the shops in order to
purchase a packet of playing cards. I will use the existing pack of cards as a guide or template in order
to create my own series of cards. The images and theme which I intend to base my cards on will be the
darker side of human nature.
After I buy the cards I board a bus where I meet my wife and a very familiar man who for the life of
me I just cannot place for the moment.
As we drive I shuffle through the cards I see one or two that I have already rendered in my own style.
One of the kings of black suit is sat on a throne in a very casual way with legs spread and arm leant on
the arm of the chair propping up his self assured face, he has an enormous erection that points straight
upward.
I flick to another black suited card it’s a jack, the character I have rendered on this card is very
militaristic in a savage and aggressive way. It appears that the black suits are somewhat dark and
sinister and it seems to be predisposed that the four kings in one form or another represent sex and
power whereas the jacks will signify aggression and war.
Suddenly my attention is drawn to the man I recognized earlier but couldn’t place his face, he seems to
be having some kind of terrible anxiety or panic attack I watch as he chokes on his words and stutters
to speak. I’m quite lucid and wonder if this stopping and starting when he tries to talk is actually a
problem with the dream character not being able to keep up with what is going on in the dream or if
this person really is having a problem with their speech.
He looks a little wild and disheveled my wife goes over to him and places her arms around him to
comfort and calm him I go over to him as well and tell him to be at peace and not to worry as he’s
amongst friends in a safe place.
As this very vivid dream ended I started to hear the very high pitched whistling sound which I know
indicates that I could attempt to leave my body, as the high pitched whistle increases I start to feel
very mild vibrations too. The room was dark and I couldn’t really see anything but I decide to push
ahead and try to leave my body.
There was a definite split in my consciousness with my waking ego very frightened of continuing with
the oobe attempt but my waking consciousness seemed more passive and much more willing to forge
on ahead and leave. In the end my ego’s fear gets the better of me and I abort the attempt, I had a
flood of irrational thoughts such as my soul being captured in a bottle by an evil presence.
Additional Comments:
Interpretation: This was a very interesting night full of strange experiences, I really wish I could have
continued with the projection but in the end I was just too afraid (irrational fear) but I think I need to
see this as a positive step and keep attempting to try again, its been a while since my last one so I
guess I found this experience a bit startling and wasn’t really prepared for it. I noticed just before going
to bed some sensations like touching, tickling and somebody placing a band or crown around head
before sleeping. There was slight pressure but nothing unpleasant, actually sort of interesting and
agreeable. Of the dreams tonight I think the principal one was most interesting and perhaps held the
most symbolism, although the pack of cards was dark and sinister they also seemed to be strangely
positive or the act of creating them was positive. I never got to see any of the red suits which left me
wondering whether their attributes would be more positive or less intimidating than those of the black
suits.
Dream 2: Three in a bed – My consciousness passes through deep blackness and fades into this next
visual dream. I wake up in a bed very similar to the one I’m currently sleeping in my wife is by my side
but just to the side of her is a male work colleague, there is nothing kinky about this arrangement and
it seems quite normal. In fact in the dream I realize that my wife and this man share a great deal in
common and actually have very similar characters (this is partly true on waking too). A female work
colleague comes into the room and comments on the situation. I get up out of bed and pick up a new
album by John Lydon I listen to some of the music and quite like it, it has a raw electronic world music
kind of flavor about it I feel pretty certain that this album is going to be a great success and will sell
really well. The cover of this album is incredibly striking and depicts a man on top of a very tall building
it’s a photograph but has the colors and hues of a surreal painting by Giorgio de Chirico. The man is in
the process of taking a giant step forward of the lozenge shaped corner of the building into the void, he
doesn’t appear to fall and I watch as a ghostly trail of his form walks out into thin air beyond the
building. I love the picture and it makes me feel really positive and inspired, I call out to my wife to
come and see it she is just as amazed but has to turn away as its realism starts to give her vertigo. As
the dream fades I start to become more conscious or aware and drift back into the black void like
stages between REM sleep, I hear some music just as if I were picking up a radio broadcast it’s a very
familiar song from the 1970’s which I feel sure I should remember but cannot place. As I listen I hear a
voice speaking to me about the balance of chemicals in the body and energy in regards to what I am
attempting to do by leaving my body. I feel that I could possible try and project again but I also feel
that I’ve used up a great deal of energy in my first attempt, I note that my stomach feels empty and
hungry.
Dream 3: Café control – Again I seem to keep my consciousness between REM episodes in the black
void. I diffuse into the next dream where I find myself traveling on a bus to a restaurant for lunch, it’s a
working lunch and there are a number of colleagues traveling aboard the coach too. The restaurant is
extremely nice with a fresh Mediterranean perhaps Italian feel about it there is an upstairs mezzanine
area with the cafeteria down below. When we get inside the colleagues all go and take a seat at a long
table together, I don’t feel like joining them but it’s not because I don’t like them or that I’m being
unsociable I just simply don’t want to. This feeling of making a decision makes me feel very happy and
empowered, I head over to the cafeteria to choose some food noting on my way that they have some
absolutely delicious looking cakes which I’d like to try later. The ciabattas all look very delicious but I
notice that instead of using red meat in the sandwiches they have only used white fish. In the dream I
feel that I’d prefer to make my own ciabbata filling. The lady chef who is serving is Italian but speaks
French my grasp of the French language seems very ropey in the dream but she understands what I’m
asking her and points to a little self service box which offers all of the ingredients to fill ones own
sandwich with, I see lots of spicy salami and notice some peculiarly large capers. Customers are
allowed to pick and mix up to three items from this display case to fill their sandwich with.
Dream 4: The tree of the all seeing eye – I drift through more darkness to the next and final dream I
could recall before waking. I find myself in a very cartoon like environment on the grounds of a stately
home where a garden party is taking place. The setting looks quite a lot like a Simpson’s cartoon
except the colors aren’t so vibrant. As I watch some cartoon characters chatting with one another on
the grass I see a tall dull grey pine tree in the centre of the garden which sets me on edge. I feel that
all of my previous dream and oobe anxiety has been brought about and culminated in this tree.
Suddenly I realize why, there is somebody hiding in the tree. I zoom or am dragged against my will
towards it and see framed in a small opening in the foliage a menacing all seeing evil eye staring out at
me.
Date of dream: Tuesday, November 20, 2007
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(A very striking dream which brought about powerful feelings).
I seem to back in time at about the time of the English civil war judging by the dress I can see, I am
out in the countryside not far from a castle. In this dream I am a king I walk out onto what looks like a
large field where some kind of dispute or battle is about to take place, indeed it even has the air of a
civil war about it.
I am aware that there are two men who are close to me that are caught up in some kind of
disagreement which has turned hostile I want to try and help them both by splitting them up and
resolving their dispute. I walk out onto the hilly rolling field in order to try and bring order, I am
carrying a bowl of soup with me cupped in both hands that I must keep and guard from becoming
tainted or spoiled.
(I had the feeling that the special broth could become poisonous just by being near to unjust people,
almost as if it could absorb venomous thoughts and emotions).
As the king I am unarmed and have walked onto the battlefield equipped just with a bowl of soup in the
dream I felt kind of innocent and unaware of the danger but a very close friend comes riding past me
on his horse, I feel great emotions for this man who appears to be a kind of cavalier who has come to
my aid.
The cavalier rides off into the distance on his fabulous muscular light caramel coloured horse to
confront the two men who are in dispute and who have drawn me onto the battlefield. I worry for the
cavalier’s safety and ask my aides if he is alright I start to feel real panic wondering if he has been
killed.
Much to my relief the man gallops back towards me dressed in his fine clothes I feel overjoyed that he
has returned (the emotions I feel for the man are very strong and memorable). As he rides past me I
go over to welcome him back from the confrontation I feel that I have to make certain that he is safe
and okay, he looks so proud and fine sat up on his horse.
As I go over to him he reaches down to me from up on his horse and hands me a small leather purse
of monies, it’s a very pleasant surprise I open the drawstring and tip the contents out into the palm of
my hand. There are lots of coins amongst which are mixed in lots of tiny spanners, it’s a curious sight
but very pleasant.
Additional Comments:
Another dream had me out at sea on an old wooden war ship a sea battle is taking place between the
English and the French. Both ships involved in the battle fire their cannons from a distance with great
ferocity but don’t manage to hit one another, a higher intelligence explains that shooting from a
distance isn’t going to work and that to win at sea warfare what one of the ships needs to do is sail right
up alongside the enemy ship grab onto it with a giant wooden pincer like clamp and then storm aboard
taking it by force (to me it seems like this method would have worked but it would have needed
extreme bravery in order to pull it off).
In another dream I am in the high street in my childhood hometown just outside a bank, a terrible
argument is taking place between a man who is or was a customer at the bank and the banks manager
and staff. The row is a real hoo-hah and the customer who seems like a vaguely familiar film celebrity
from the 1970’s but who is much more overweight is incredibly angry and is shouting a lot telling the
bank to shove their account and that service is awful with the bank staff doing likewise. Thankfully I’m
just a spectator with all of the other people in the street who have been attracted by all of the
commotion.
