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(This is what I would call a recurring dream, I seemed to re-enter a past dream which I called ‘The purgative power of fire.’ - 02/19/08. I enter into virtually the same scene as I left it the last time, only now a few details have since changed).
It is daytime and I find myself going out through my Nan’s backdoor into her garden, at the top end near to the back gate I see the bonfire just like the one I managed to re-light in the above mentioned dream. Here the bonfire has grown much larger though and its interior is glowing bright orange, its flames are small, steady and under control but I sense a furnace like heat coming from it.
To the left and right I see the garden fences separating the neighboring gardens from my Nan’s and just behind these I see the neighbors washing lines both still loaded with fresh white laundry, out drying just as in the previous dream. As before I feel quite concerned that the neighbors washing is going to get smoky or at worst catch light and burn, there is no apparent danger of this happening at the moment though.
I’m quite taken aback to see lots of huge logs laying about the garden in fact some of the wood actually looks like the massive thick long trunks of chopped down trees some of which have an incredibly thick girth.
My uncle is here and seems to be acting extremely hard and stern towards me, he hands me an orange ‘D’ shaped saw and demands that I get to work and start sawing up all of these logs and tree trunks in order to make them smaller to throw onto the fire.
I don’t like his tone and feel very afraid of him, I panic and feel terrible daunted by the task as the wood is incredibly thick and hard, it will take me forever to saw the wood up into more manageable pieces and it will also be exhausting work that will finish me off physically for sure.
Even my Nan comes out through the back door to try and do something, I can tell she feels pity for me and would like to try reasoning with my uncle but she doesn’t speak as this seems to be “men’s” business. My uncle is acting in an extreme manner and is being very forceful and hard, I’m left feeling completely overwhelmed.
Interpretation: I woke at 5am because the garbage men outside woke me up with the sound of their
truck, I took the opportunity to record all dreams up to that point and then slept for another 2 hours
where I had Dream 4 and the above one. The other dreams from this night all seemed to revolve
around supermarkets for some strange reason, these were all very dense dreams and I’m sure they
have got a lot of symbolic meaning in them, for the sake of time though I’ll just try and work with the
above one as it seemed special as it felt like I was stepping right back into a past dream just where I’d
left it previously. The fact the bonfire is now larger than since the last dream could imply I’ve changed
something in my waking life which has brought about that effect. Logs and bonfires I’ve read are often
associated with transformation, the logs in particular can sometimes be associated with unconscious
thoughts and processes often ones which are no longer of any use. My concerns about getting the
laundry dirty may be linked to this process of transformation or changing to a new way of thinking,
currently it seems like I have a reasonably good balance as the bonfire is under control and the laundry
is safe. If I started adding the quantity of wood my uncle wanted sawing up though I’m sure the fire
would be an absolutely raging inferno. My uncle could represent a kind of shadow aspect who is pushing
me to try and speed up the transformation with potentially disastrous effects. My Nan on the other hand
might represent a kind of wise old woman archetype that would like to intervene but cannot because it
isn’t her territory. If I had to make a wild guess I’d say the dream is about becoming more masculine,
the laundry possibly represents my ‘neighboring’ feminine side which I don’t want to sully. The bonfire
acts as a kind of a gauge indicating the stage or level at which I am at with this transformation, once all
of the logs have been burned I imagine that the process will be complete. The message of the dream
seems to be saying not to rush this process otherwise things will be thrown out of balance.
Dream 1: Tire testing & erect at the checkout – Daytime, at a racing circuit I see a little motorcycle and
a car racing against one another head to head, each is being tested with a revolutionary new tire which
is self inflating and doesn’t seem to degrade over time like normal tires do. The competition is close but
the little moped just manages to win and beat the car, the rider of the motorbike makes his motorcycle
do a roly-poly over the finishing line as a celebration, as he coasts down to the pits I gather that this
test has ended the argument once and for all that small motorcycles are better than cars particularly in
terms of economy and efficiency. A subtle shift in time and location takes place and I find myself
viewing a kind of interactive touch sensitive message board in a supermarket, the semi-opaque panel
belongs to the rider of the motorcycle who beat the car, the display is something like his interactive
Web page. Still in the supermarket I find myself as an employee sat in the canteen taking a coffee with
some other colleagues. The other employees ask me how long I’ve been working at the supermarket
and I tell them 3 years, they are all new as are the rest of the staff which makes me feel like
something of a veteran but in a less than flattering negative kind of way like I’ve been stuck in a rut for
years. I eventually go back out to the checkout I’ve been working at and start passing items through
the till for the customers, suddenly I see that there is a muscular hairy Mediterranean man stood in the
queue with a huge erection, I’m really shocked but nobody else seems bothered or to take to notice.
Dream 2: An airplane built and designed by a woman for women – I’m going to be going on an
important flight somewhere later on so I’d like to make myself look respectable and smart for the
people I plan to meet, before the departure I go and do some shopping for clothes at a supermarket. I
place a black and white wrapped and folded shirt into my basket as well as a pair of mostly lime green
with a bit of white striping and chequering cotton boxer shorts. Whilst in the store I pass by a
refrigerated section where some items are held up to me as if being shown as part of a promotion, I
see a plate with two unshelled prawns with many legs which look colorful and normal but don’t look
appealing at all, the prawns are proffered for a second time and I have the same squeamish reaction. A
third plate is held out to me with two tiny red snapper fish on them, the miniature fish look as they are
actually reconstituted fish molded into the shape of fish, these look quite tasty but I don’t try one. Later
on I go to the airport where I will be taking the flight from. In a kind of casual waiting room I meet a
female manager from my place of work, she takes a white pair of women’s knickers with a large pink
heart emblazoned on the front where the pubic area is and stretches them over the corner of my
suitcase. I look at her as if think I know why she did that saying that it’s a kind of gender joke the sort
drunken macho rugby players might play by dressing up in drag when they have been out drinking
heavily (?). The woman just looks at me with a mysterious smile as if not giving away anything as to
why she put the knickers on my luggage, but her smile does also seem to be telling the whole story of
why she did this too. Its night time and I go out onto the runway where I see an absolutely gargantuan
passenger jet towering up into the sky, this craft is absolutely immense and totally oversized compared
to its waking life counterparts at least a thousand fold. The airplane has been commissioned and built to
the specification of a mysterious woman on board. The jet is purple in color and the huge cabin area
has a very bulbous phallic look about it. Most bizarre of all though is the mid-section which has a most
un-aerodynamic kink or zigzag in it. I climb aboard the massive craft and discover that there is a
discothèque where the kink in the plane is. I see lots of blond haired people aboard the craft all of
whom seem to be the flight crew, they all seem ultra feminine or extremely effeminate in the case of
the men. Their overt happy and joyful natures aggravate me slightly and I feel put off by this sickly
display and consider them all to be a bit airy (only dream feelings, I’m not at all judgmental like this in
waking life). The flight crew isn’t put off by my moodiness though and still remain buoyant with
permanent smiles etched onto their faces, they even go to great efforts to make me more bubbly too.
As I walk down to the rear of the aircraft where I know the mysterious woman has her personal booth
or area I regret having to of rushed to get here, in my hurry I realize I never got a chance to shower
or shave and never even put on my special lime green boxer shorts and new shirt, I feel quite annoyed
about this now as I wanted to make a good impression to this woman. (Note....I don’t have any lime
green boxer shorts in waking life).
Dream 3: Funeral cortege for a rockabilly – I find myself in another supermarket where my wife and I
have just finished doing the shopping, at the till and whilst our items are passed through the checkout
my wife asks me to go back into the aisles and find her a packet of her favorite little cakes. Its one of
those mad dash moments where I run around hurriedly looking for the item, I go to the cake section
where I see lots of fresh waffles some of which have been dipped in chocolate. The heart shaped
waffles come in a selection of four, each heart fits together to make a flower or four leaf clover shape
in the plastic tray. The flower shaped heart waffles appeal to me greatly and I would love to buy them
but I think my wife would shout at me for picking such a thing up especially as I meant to be finding her
cakes. After much looking I run back to the checkout and tell my wife that I couldn’t find her cakes. I
have brought some other items back with me though, in my left hand I have a small bottle of green
washing up liquid and in the other hand I have some floor detergent. My wife is extremely unhappy that
I didn’t find her cakes and she is even more angry that I came back with these other items instead, she
start to shout at me and give me what for. I become very stressed and upset, I eventually get pushed
to the point where I shout back at her very loudly telling her I’ve had enough and that I’m going to
leave her, she just gives me a wicked smile as if to know that she thinks I don’t mean what say and I’m
bluffing. (The way I shouted was very much unlike me in waking life, it was a very lucid moment within
the dream where all of the dream characters in the store seem to freeze and stop what they were
doing. It was one of the moments that kind of brings on lucidity almost to the point of waking ones self
up). We walk outside with our hands laden with full shopping bags sort of in the same direction as each
other but separately and in a moody kind of way due to the argument. I go to cross the road but as I
do so a long funeral cortege of cars cuts across in front of me stopping me in my tracks. I have to wait
until the cars have passed until I can cross. As I wait I see the funeral procession is for a kind of
rockabilly or Teddy Boy who has passed away and who was well known locally, the vibe coming from
the cars and the feel of this deceased person is very male and masculine. I carry on over the road with
my wife who is beckoning me on irritably in the distance, on the way I bump into a rather villainous
male character who looks like one of the bad wizards from a TV series that my wife watches. The
threatening man tags along with me which I’m not to keen on. When we reach the front door of our
dream house the man much to my shock barges past me inside, I turn and look at the chain latch on
the door and wish that I had secured the door to stop him from coming in. The man wants to use the
toilet and goes off upstairs without even asking, I follow after him quickly wanting to keep this unruly
character in check. At the top of the stairs I see that there has been a terrible flood and when the door
onto the landing opens water starts gushing out everywhere even coming through the ceiling. It
appears the toilets ball-cock had a problem and caused the toilet to overrun all day long. Later on that
night I find myself commuting back home by train, I’m stood reading a magazine something like ‘TIME’
or ‘Life’. The front page has an exposé telling me that my wife has been having an affair with a man
she has been meeting at a local swimming pool, I feel really crushed by the revelation.
Dream 4: The Easter receipt – I find myself in a small corner store its Easter time and I have filled up a
shopping basket with lots of bars of chewy toffee, I go over to the till to pay where the checkout
assistance tells me that my items come to £56. I pay the money and go to leave the shop but I realize
that I was never given a receipt so go back for it. The woman tells me that they don’t give receipts and
points to the front of her cash register as if to indicate that there is no slot for the usual receipt paper to
coil out of. I really have to have a receipt otherwise my wife will go crazy at me, I ask the woman
behind the counter again for a receipt but she just offers me a 2 Euro coin as if compensating me for
the inconvenience, I reject the coin as it is no good to me. I walk away from the shop chewing on my
very sticky toffee and also mulling over how I’m going to explain the spending of the money and a lack
of a receipt to my wife.
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I find myself in the garden back at my childhood home I have laid out a series of cut logs on the
ground in the form of an unassembled ladder. I walk around the creation thinking of how I’m going to
assemble all of the wood pieces to form my ladder.
I’m accompanied by a slightly aggravating and unfamiliar fair haired man who has a grating self-
righteous attitude. He circles my array of logs on the floor too and speaks out repeatedly saying “It
won’t work you know, it won’t work!” with a somewhat smug smiling expression on his face.
He speaks as if addressing me but not speaking directly to me which I find quite rude and
Looking at my logs I know making a ladder is going to be hard but I don’t want to give in and would still
like to give it a go. I start to think about how I’m going to fix the chunky log rungs to the two longer
I consider using nails but even I start to have my doubts as to whether this is such a good idea, the
finished ladder would be very crude, heavy and cumbersome I imagine. I see that one of the upright
logs looks as though somebody has made a half hearted attempt at trying to either reduce the girth of
the wood or fashion it somehow by cutting a sliver of wood away.
Interpretation: The logs in this dream possibly represent old habits, opinions and thoughts something
that was alive and growing at one time but is now dead. A ladder might suggest that I am trying to
reach a new level of awareness or a goal that is currently out of my reach. Turning what these old logs
represents into a ladder might be a way of trying to build on the past, effectively learning from old
experiences and then putting them behind me (or below me)in order to advance myself....not so sure
why the blond haired guy was trying to put such a downer on my efforts though.
Dream 1: The useless stretcher – It is night time and I find myself in a hospital, my younger sister has
been brought here and is lying on a stretcher on the floor of an operating room, she seems to have
been hurt or is unwell. My male cousin is also here (the one who used to be a bit crazy in my dreams)
we both take one end of the stretcher to lift my sister up onto the operating table but much to my shock
the wood the stretcher is made from starts to crack and break in half. We quickly lower my sister back
to the floor before she falls. We luckily averted an accident but the sharp spikes and splinters left
behind are just as dangerous in themselves. A rather gaunt pale wraith like nurse enters the room I’m
fuming mad about the useless stretcher and complain to her about the quality of the conveniences and
services that the hospital provides. (This dream is most probably a rehash of what my sister was telling
me over the phone last night in that she hurt her back a few weeks ago, then had to take her daughter
to hospital as well and she also mentioned that she had been in contact with the cousin that appeared in
this dream. I guess the symbolism is quite striking though and probably does have meaning at some
level as no stretcher was mentioned).
Dream 2: HelloDali’s musical hairstyle help – The Dream Journal member HelloDali has come to visit
and has asked to use my computer, he’s had to install some computer programs in order to do the
work he needs to do. After he finishes he says that I can either remove or delete the programs or if I
wish I can try them out for free myself. I sit down at the computer after he has gone to see what the
programs are all about and discover that the application is a special search engine that one can use to
find special musical haircuts it seems very interesting too so I decide to spend some time searching
through the various hair styles.
Dream 4: Pneumatic tires Vs. Solid tires – A short brief dream where I plan on building a small car or
kart like vehicle. A guiding narrator is explaining the advantages of using solid tires as opposed to
pneumatic tires. Much to my surprise the solid tires seem to be much harder wearing and last longer, a
brief demonstration is given of this as I see somebody else’s small hand built vehicle traveling over
some rough dusty and gravelly terrain.
Dream 5: The Age of Reason – It feels as if it is the 17th century and I find myself observing a scene
taking place in a large grand room in a either a stately home or probably some kind of municipal
building. I see a large group of men sat about talking they are all dressed in fine period clothes and
seem to all be academic intellectuals from the upper echelons of society. One man in particular is giving
a speech to the other men concerning the link between the social group one comes from and ones
intelligence. Although I find the general atmosphere exciting in an ‘Age of Discovery’ kind of way I find
the speech that this man in particular is giving is very disagreeable and prejudice, the man finishes his
stately speech by arguing the case for classical music to remain analogue and to not go digital (?).
Hanging on the wall behind this man is a large tapestry with a mottled landscape rendered in the style
of the English painter Thomas Gainsborough.
Dream 6: Kitty litter and treats galore – I am at home sat on the floor next to the cat litter tray. I am
combing the litter around with a little shovel trying to make it as smooth as possible with the blind
intention of also trying to cover up the poop and wee beneath. It’s sort of relaxing in a strange kind of
way and the sandy gravel looks a little like a tropical beach. Regardless of this though I can see the
litter will need changing very soon as there is quite a lot of cat poop and wee underneath the gravel. A
short while later I am on the stairwell with my wife and our cat we both have the cat biscuits and treats
with us and we are sprinkling them all over the stairs and banister, our cat really loves us for this and
we both have lots of fun too, it actually become quite funny as we start to throw the cat treats into the
air like confetti!