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I find myself back in this dream ‘Summoning a Shire horse.’ from the 4th April 2008, only it is
night time in this version of the drama.
I watch at a distance as a warrior knight clad in knurled Dark Ages nobbly armor slashes and hacks
his way through the petrified brambles and thorny vines of the forest, he is heading towards the
direction of the ancient chateau situated on top of the mountain.
Although I watch the knight detachedly I feel a common, shared duality with him.
The knight cuts his swathe through the tangled undergrowth and eventually arrives at the foot of
the mountain, just as the knight is about to make his way up to the summit an immense dragon
slithers out from a slimy grotto like hole at the base of the mountain.
The knight is taken by surprise, embraced suffocatingly by arrow tipped octopus like tentacles
before being picked up like a titchy Tom Thumb in the claw of the very anthropomorphically human
feminine dragon, the little knight tries to chip and chisel at the huge brightly colored armored
platelets of the dragon with his tiny silver sword but all to no avail, the dragoness tosses the
knight into her mouth and then gobbles him down whole like a little snack.
I join the Jonahesque knight inside the dark fleshy coils of the dragons belly there is candle
light coming from somewhere (?) offering soft illumination. The knight takes out his sword which
looks a little like a silver darning needle and starts to slice his way through the dragon from
the inside out.
I return back to my vantage point outside somewhere in the forest to see the distressed dragon
wailing and flailing in its death throws, there is a lurching, gurgling and a grim gargling death
rattle and the titanic beast collapses to forest floor with a ground shaking thud.
A few fidgety muscle twitching moments pass before a thin gaping slice briefly appears across the
ancient beasts belly immediately followed by the grotesque sight of the beasts steaming bloated
innards spilling out onto the forest floor followed not long after by a very bloody and messy
knight sliding and untangling himself from the gross entrails.
Now unhindered I watch more closely as if one with the knight as he makes his way up to the ruined
castle, the warrior enters a roofed amphitheatre with moonlit shining down through a high up
grilled manhole cover onto what vaguely looks like the deserted bullfighting ring from this
dream ‘The bullfight.’ from the 25th July 2008.
A buxom voluptuous naked maiden is tied to a large wooden ‘X’ shaped cross on a pedestal or alter
at the centre rear of the amphitheatre. I as both the knight and my watching self walk down to
where the maiden is, I notice that there is a black oil oozing from the pores of my armor exactly
like the transformed Victorian woman had happen to her in this recent dream ‘Black magic down
under.’ from Monday the 8th of December.
I see on the woman’s face that she thinks I have come to save and rescue her, I make my way down
some steps to the wriggling maiden but feeling somehow different, perhaps less soft, either way
instead of untying her I take advantage of her plight and remove the armor covering my groin and
profiting from her bondage I have her sexually for my own pleasures.
As the woman squirms I clasp her head and long golden locks in my huge gauntlets and give her a
suffocating endless kiss as if to silence her, the maiden soon seems to yield willingly under my
tight embrace, regardless of the tense situation its as if we are entwined in a psychological game
of our own making, both knowing that we are acting out separate roles for some higher end.
After I have finished having my way with the maiden I turn and walk away feeling very satisfied
and selfishly fulfilled, I walk up the steps out from the dungeon like sanctum I turn for one last
look at the fair woman as if surveying a conquest.
But much to my surprise the ‘X’ shaped cross and chains are now unoccupied and the maiden has
disappeared, in the shaft of moonlight pouring down through the manhole I see a beautiful African
turquoise butterfly flitting and fluttering up out through the cell, on through the grill of the
manhole cover and on up towards the moon.
Thoughts: This feels like something of a culmination dream of many past ones and contains many firsts for me as far as how some of the dream dramas panned out. Of all of the symbolism in the dream the most significant and important detail almost certainly felt to me to be the grilled manhole cover set in the domed ceiling of the amphitheatre (a symbolic representation of the psychological centre and/or head), in both its literal or grammatical sense of ‘Man’ hole and also its location and the part it played in the dream.
Dream 2: Sexual shopping – It is daytime and I find myself in my childhood hometown I have been invited here by my sister-in-law and husband, my wife is also present and appears to have had a hand in arranging this day out. My sister-in-law and her husband are walking through the streets which are lined with outdoor shops selling sex toys, bizarrely my in-laws have a shopping trolley with them and are picking and choosing the erotic gadgets and placing them into the shopping trolley as casually as if they were doing their grocery shopping, the brother-in-law places an unusual red rubber gadget into the basket and says as if happy to of found it “Ah! A ‘Gain’” I pick it up after he’s placed the strange to look at it more closely and see that it looks like two strange conjoined rubbery bangles with large spherical balls running around it, the strange thing is squishy and captures my attention for a short while. Later back at their house we all of have something of an intimate orgy or a foursome after which an older tall lean lady with a terse demeanor and tightly swept back pony tail enters the room, she is dressed in a long white laboratory coat and holds a clip board tucked under her arm. The women has a very serious analytical air and interviews me asking many questions such as which of the sex toys was my favorite, how I would rate them and what improvements would I make to them if I had the possibility.
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Late evening time and I watch myself at a distance entering a large billowing Arabian tent. I as an
Arabic man am dressed in lots of flowing colourful robes, the entire dreamscape has the ambiance of
a romantic tale from the Orient.
Inside the tent I see a beautiful maiden sleeping on a bed of pillows near to one side of the tent,
the maiden is deep in sleep and is dreaming heavily, I watch as she rolls gently in bed back and
forth and rocks her head from side to side as if in the throws of some kind of intense dream.
I have entered the tent clutching a very small egg in my palm, when I kneel down besides the
dreaming maiden I will the egg to grow in my palm. As I do this I sense that the maiden’s restless
sleep is somehow linked to the eggs growth and that she too is willing the egg to grow from within
her dream just as my own lucid dream will power is.
With our joint efforts the little egg begins to expand, it pulsates and grows in rapid jerks and
spurts something like a stop motion animation until quite large when the egg seems to transport
itself in an instant from my hands and sits upon a kind of pedestal like perch in the centre of the
The egg which is now enormous like an ostrich or even a dinosaur’s egg suddenly begins to crack
open to reveal a huge fully grown golden eagle. The magnificent bird gives an ear piercing shriek
as if to announce its arrival.
Thoughts: The above dream happened very early in the morning and to a certain degree I was quite conscious and fully aware that I was the one willing the egg to grow and develop. Saying that, the dream also seemed to be self regulating or autonomous too, details such as the sleeping maiden and the eagle that hatched out of the giant egg all seemed to have an inner life and direction of their own. This was quite a short dream but very rich in detail and ambiance and very positive too I felt.
Dream 1: The last Triumph – The dream starts off in black & white as if to emphasise the fact I am watching a scene from the past, I’m looking at an old worldly street in the industrial north of England. I witness the story of the first and original person to own a Triumph motorcycle dealership, the shop has been running for many decades but now that we are in the modern times the shop owner has decided to close for his retirement. The shop won’t be sold on or handed down for another person to run so this act represents something of an end of an era. The owner of the shop decides that the last of the original Triumph motorcycles that is left in the shop is to be given to his assistant mechanic for all of the hard work he has done over the decades. As the dream bleeds into full colour I think about the future and wonder if somebody will open up a new franchise and start to sell the newer and more modern Triumph motorcycles from the shop.
Dream 2: The German drowning detector – It is evening time and I find myself inside a large German supermarket that sells cheap but interesting helpful gadgets, I am accompanied by a few family members who are all wandering about browsing at the knick-knacks and doing their shopping. I see a man sat down who looks like a very elderly neighbour he has a tea cosy style hat on his head and three huge warts on his wrinkled face, I take out a gadget that I picked up in the store from one of the large display bins which appears to be a miniature swimming cap (far too small for a human) the miniature bathing hat seems either analogous to his own hat or somehow to his warts perhaps as a healing remedy of some kind. Later whilst browsing the store alone I find a metal gadget with gauge on it which is to be placed near to an outdoor swimming pool the strange device is an alarm which makes a high pitched whistling sound when somebody is drowning in the pool. The gadget seems like a great invention particularly for parents who want to leave their children outdoors playing in the pool whilst they are indoors, it’s so reasonably priced too so I decide to add it to my shopping basket (?).
Dream 3: Springboard to freedom – It is late night time and I find myself walking through a dark dense thick fir forest with a lady, we are being chased by two gangsters or sinister government like officials through the forest, perhaps not so much chased but forced to walk on ahead of them at a distance. We both decide to make a run for it and manage to momentarily give them the slip but they soon catch us up. I whip out a pistol from my back pocket and try to shoot them with a gun but I can’t get it to work, one of the men snatches the gun from me and mocks me for my stupidity at not being able to use the gun properly, it would appear there was some kind of button or catch I needed to press before being able to fire it. I tell the lady to quickly run for it and I quickly make a dash down through the forest to where a huge lake or reservoir of very calm moonlit water is. I tell the lady to jump as drowning and freezing to death in the water is far better than being shot, and with that I take a running jump and spring unusually high up into the air performing something of an Olympic twist very high in mid-air before splashing down in the lake. The water is so bitterly cold that I sense that I will be frozen to death and dead within a matter of seconds, a thought or realization which brings me great comfort.
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It is early morning and I find myself waking up in a bedroom in which I lived about 3 years ago, the sunlight is pouring through the blinds in glorious fashion. I feel on top of the world and alive it feels wonderful to have so much space to stretch out and move around in the big bed.
I hadn’t noticed straight away due to my hazy sleepy eyes but as I rub them I see that there are lots of beautiful maidens sat resting on the bed looking at me. They all greet me with a cheery “Good morning sleepy head!” with happy smiles on their beautiful faces just as if I had been asleep for years.
I sit up in bed and prop a pillow up behind so that I’m more comfortable. It soon becomes apparent to me that I am a lot younger and perhaps only a young boy again. The maidens who are all older than me make feel very excited to be with, they all ask me with a joyful curiosity “So, what did you just dream!”
I tell them that it was a silly sort of dream that didn’t really mean anything, I then recount the dream I had before I woke up (this dream within a dream never really happened, at least not in the traditional sense). I tell the fair ladies that I had a dream about a big horse that went to the hairdresser for a hair cut (?).
The maidens tell me that the dream isn’t a jumble or silly at all but has a meaning, they tell me to look more closely at the dreams symbolism and to try and think what it might mean.
Just then my Mum comes into the bedroom and brings me some cooked eggs for breakfast, I feel immediately embarrassed and annoyed by this intrusion in a very immature childish sort of way, I was trying the impress the maidens with my conversation and now my Mum is here fussing and cramping my style.
Thoughts: My dreams in the past day or two have been extremely vivid and real and this dream was no
exception, the sensation of reciting an imaginary (if that is what it is?) dream within a dream really is
most peculiar, I can imagine that the little tale of the horse having his haircut (or perhaps that should
be mane!) really does actually has some kind of a meaning at some level?
Dream 1: Free the tortoise – In a large unfamiliar house I have a pet tortoise which I decide to not
keep in a terrarium any longer, I let him out so that he can have the freedom of the building to go
where he pleases. I make a pile out of dandelion leaves for him to tuck into and watch as he climbs up
onto the little mound of foliage. I sense some vague grey people in the background who don’t agree
with my freeing the little creature but I don’t agree with them and ignore their negative outlook.
Dream 2: Sensitive radio equipment – A work colleague and I are watching a news story with moving
pictures, a huge low loader lorry with many wheels is transporting what looks like an enormous
antennae or satellite dish receiver and radio equipment, the news report explains that the delicate
electronics inside the many cabinets were damaged in transit by somebody who cast a mysterious
influence over the sensitive equipment. I comment on the news story saying that the person who
damaged the equipment must have been a fool to do such a thing. The colleague immediately tells me
that it was in fact he who was responsible for damaging the sensitive kit. I feel immediately
embarrassed for calling him a fool indirectly, the colleague looks at me not so much annoyed but taken
aback by my direct and honest comment.