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Morning time and I find myself visiting a familiar and yet unfamiliar cosy library, I have planned
to meet a friend here but it is early and she hasn’t arrived yet.
I stroll about the library enjoying the lovely homely and friendly ambiance I feel spoiled for
choice with so many wonderful books to take down form the shelves and explore. I momentarily
reflect on how many books my library ticket will allow me to borrow, 12 would seem to be the limit,
I feel eager to take as many choice books as possible.
But strangely rather than make a thorough exploration of the rows of book shelves I decide to go
over to the recently returned book trolley and inspect the books here instead, it’s almost as if I
am just casually browsing and not looking for anything in particular.
I see two books amongst the pile that catch my eye and look vaguely familiar the two books are
small hardbacks with glossy covers. The books are thin and tall and don’t really look like fiction
books at all, one looks like a fine wine guide or a hotel guide whereas the other looks like a
telephone and address notebook with indented pages with tabs that bear each letter of the alphabet.
In actuality the books are novels by the crime writer Agatha Christie and look very much like two
novels I recognise with the first being ‘At Bertram's Hotel’ (the book which incidentally looks
like the fine wine and hotel guide) and the other which shows an island seaside scene with
seagulls ‘Evil Under the Sun’ (which has the semblance of a personal telephone directory).
The books aren’t quite the novels I recall though and seem to be new stories in their own right but
in the vein of the ones mentioned above, I pick the books up and add them to a pile of ten other
scrolls, manuscripts and wallet folders I have tucked under my left arm in order to complete my
selection of twelve choices.
I continue to stroll around the library waiting for my friend to arrive, morning turns to midday
and midday eventually turns to the afternoon. As evening time draws on I see a female manager from
my place of work walk into the library, I watch her from a distance and feel an instant profound
attraction to her.
As the night draws on I find myself lying on a bench in the arms of the manageress she has her
right arm wrapped around me and her left arm folded around my direct male manager from work. The
manageress has her blouse unbuttoned and the male manager and I are both suckling from her breasts
in a quasi-childlike/adult fashion there is something slightly maternal in all of this but much
deeper than that are profound sexual feelings, there is a lot of touching too with my hand
venturing down to the manageress crotch.
I start to feel very jealous of my manager and want to push or kick him out of the manageress other
arm like some kind of vindictive evil twin, then I know I could have her all to myself and we could
make love together alone. I feel very aroused and don’t have any of the condom anxiety I experience
in past dreams but unfortunately my plans of seduction appear thwarted in part because I feel too
immature and small compared to the manageress and lack the courage and also because the situation
isn’t panning out as I would have hoped.
I was hoping that the longer the night time drew on the better chance I would have of finding
myself alone with the manageress, but unfortunately the librarians aren’t going to leave and lock
up until everyone else has left.
As the librarians beckon everyone out before closing time I look back to the manageress still
holding my manager and feel very frustrated.
I decide to walk to a grandparent’s house that I very rarely dream of and then take a shower to
wash and cool off, my father is stood outside of the shower and is talking to me whilst I scrub
myself. My fathers presence aggravates me slightly and I feel that he doesn’t have anything of
interest or of worth to help guide me with, I feel more self confident than he and don’t feel that
I need his help or interference.
Thoughts: The two books I picked up may be significant somehow I feel as they seemed to double up as other kinds of books, incidentally my Mum had a copy of the book ‘Evil Under the Sun’ when I was very, very small the book jacket had a painting of a little feminine polystyrene doll on it wearing a bathing costume, it will be probably sound very strange to say but at the time I must have been only 5 or 6 years old perhaps but I had a crush on the doll in the picture and I can recall with clear memory that I hid the book away so that doll in the picture would be somehow mine and I could always keep her, but of course my Mum found me hiding the book but its one of those peculiar childhood memories which still seems to hold a lot power (and probably some deep symbolism) to this day. The manageress who appeared in my dream isn’t a person who I really speak with in waking life all that much her character in this dream was quite unlike how she is in waking life. The symbolism where I was taking the shower with my father standing waiting is probably very meaningful too as I have a lot of issues with my father which I am trying to overcome and leave behind me.
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I find myself outdoors on a building site that resembles a mixture of a factory I used to work at and the
library in my childhood hometown. I’m walking through the site dressed in a smart suit but am aware
that I once worked here as a builder in the past but things have moved on for me now and I am using
the construction site as a thoroughfare in order to take a shortcut to get to somewhere on the other
I get the impression that construction site is going to perhaps be a library when it is finished (very
much like the one that actually exists here in reality) although this is unclear. I can see the many open
roofed shells of interconnecting rooms with tall walls below me, I am walking across an area which
would normally be at ground level but I can see from where I am that there will be both upper and
lower floors too.
Some builders in dusty jeans, t-shirts and hard hats follow behind me as I cut through the building site
it looks like they are taking a pause for a break or lunch. In order to traverse the various raised areas
on the site long planks of wood have been lain down across the walls in order to walk across the voids
beneath. The planks of wood don’t have any hand rails or any means of support.
I feel very uneasy at the prospect of having to teeter across these planks but I know that I will have to
pluck up the courage if I want to traverse the work site. My concern is irrelevant as the builders behind
me tell me to get a move and stop dawdling I can see that they are much more habituated with
crossing the planks with wheelbarrows etc and that it is second nature to them. Feeling slightly coerced
I walk out across the network of elevated planks of wood and cross to where I wanted to get to on the
Once at the other side I leap down of a high wall with the other builders jumping down after me. As
stressful as it was for me to take the first steps of faith balancing myself across the plank of wood like
trapeze artist on the high wire I actually feel very glad that the builders pushed me into carrying on and
striving forwards toward my goal (if somewhat indirectly).
Interpretation: This dream seem to fit in very well with the past few dreams I’ve been having just lately
concerning growth and personal development, the symbolism in this dream is probably pointing out how
one needs to have courage, a little faith in oneself and also to be pushed too if one wants to grow and
achieve their goals. I felt very good and as if I had overcome a great obstacle on waking after having
Dream 2: B&B base camp – I find myself in a vaguely familiar large dream city one that I feel I only
visit occasionally. I’m traveling to meet up with my wife and other vague family members at a hotel
where we are all going to be staying at as part of a shared holiday. I’m sat reading a newspaper
traveling on a bus in the city with the intention of rendezvousing with the family members, when I leave
to get off at my stop I give the paper to two elderly women offering it to them as if they might be
interested in reading it after me. The two elderly women block the door exiting the bus I sense that
they are Irish but they both speak French, they seem to be blocking the exit unintentionally but I can’t
help feeling that they are also doing it to be awkward. After giving them my newspaper they both move
as if they hadn’t seen me there we share a few pleasantries before I get off. I walk around the shops of
the city looking but not buying I’m basically just whiling away the time waiting to meet up with my wife
and cousins. Later after we meet up we all go to a bed & breakfast this isn’t the hotel I gather we are
all to be staying at but is something of a stop gap (there was a great deal of dreamy backwards and
forwarding in this dream). In the bedroom I share the last of three chocolate Father Christmas’s I have
with my wife and two cousins, they are the kind with a little bit of string which would normally be hung
on a Christmas tree. I feel a bit stingy in giving them all away and would like to keep one back for
myself but I give in and give them all away regardless. Afterwards I go out back around the town
whiling away the time and then come back to the same bed & breakfast, I see that my aunt’s ex-
girlfriend has sent me a text with a business proposition she wants to develop property in Malta and
then rent them out to people and she would like me to come in on her business venture as a partner.
The suggestion surprises me and sounds quite promising (there was a lot of mobile phone
communication in my dream but I never seemed to be able to get hold of my wife when I needed
to).Again I go back outside onto streets for a stroll where I see lots of Russian spies, this appears to be
occurring because of the ‘Eastern problem’ (some kind of political world wide drama). Yet again I go
back to the B&B where I see a clothing catalogue when I flick through the pages I see that a sister-in-
law is modeling lingerie in the underwear section. Once more I go back outside to a familiar park and
square where I see a huge congregation of male and female prostitutes all gathered plying their trade.
Again I go back to the B&B room where I see two female prostitutes and a male prostitute playing sex
games, I seemed to be involved in their drama at some level. I go back out for the final time and
eventually find the real hotel where I am meant to be staying with the family members, it’s much better
than the bed & breakfast I visited numerous times before. I go up to the room but find that my wife
must have the key to the room and she must still be out around the town. I go down to the reception
past a hairdressers which is a part of the hotel, I chat with the hotels owner about the key and if he’s
seen my wife but there is something of a language barrier and we find it difficult to communicate. I then
turn and see my wife coming out of the hairdressers behind me she was there all along having her hair
done, she looks completely different her hair styled in a dark bluish purple beehive full of bright
shimmering glitter, she asks me what I think of her new style.