This dream has been viewed 3846 times.I am flying through the darkness of space accompanied by a female who flies alongside me. We have left the earth and are flying out into the deeper parts of the solar system, the feeling as we float through the dark void is incredibly lucid and familiar but only memorable in an egoless kind of way.
At progressive stages we pass the various planets and even though we are traveling at incredible speed it still seems to take a considerable time to pass by each of the different colored and sized spheres each of which is strung out like a bead on a long necklace.
We eventually arrive at our destination the blue planet of Neptune we pause a while and look down on its deep beauty from a distant orbit.
A radical shift then takes place and I find myself in a classroom or perhaps more the lady’s personal office (although the location is completely different to being in outer space the office still felt timeless and still linked to the solar system and Neptune). The woman is a cartographer and I watch as she works on a large colorful map she has spread out on the desk.
I watch as she works on the map and see that it is a representation of the surface of Neptune with the entire planet split up into continents and then further into regions. Each of the provinces is brightly colored and bounded with an irregular black line which represents the border for each state.
I seem to instinctively know that these black borders are also deep gullies or chasms and in turn these remind me of the furrows of the human brain in fact the map does look like a psychologist’s chart of the brain. There are even words and black lettering printed in each zone or locale, although they are difficult to read I seem to know that each word represents the name and features of that particular place.
As she works the lady continues to talk to me about her work and the map she is working on, I realize that not only is the woman a maker of maps but that she must also be a geologist as it seems obvious that she has to have a working knowledge of how the tectonic plates and borders interact too in order to be able to create her maps correctly.
Additional Comments:Interpretation: I have had some dreams like this before where I am flying in space or more exactly the solar system, as real and numinous as this dream felt I think that it has a symbolic story too. Neptune was associated with the sea and the sea often represents the subconscious, the investigating of this aspect probably represents the dream work and self exploration that I’m currently doing and the mapping would seem to symbolize how I am managing to understand more of this subconscious aspect by defining and charting these previously unfamiliar areas.
Dream 1: Moto polo – I find myself in a large park where a very primitive game of soccer is about to take place, the two teams consist of many more players than are in a regular football match in fact this game is reminiscent of the mob football of the medieval ages played between neighboring villages. Another noticeable difference in this match is that all of the players will be using motorcycles to play the game this seems to mirror the game of polo in which players ride horses. I see one of the players ride onto the pitch sat astride an old black British classic AJS motorcycle, I wonder to myself why would somebody enter into such a rough and tumble competition knowing that the beautiful old bike is bound to get knocked about and damaged. For my part I am sat astride a tall green Kawasaki motocross bike it feels like the perfect motorcycle to be playing this game with. I have been given the opportunity to kick off and get the match underway, I ride my bike down to where the football has been placed and pull a large skid. My back wheel chips the ball firmly launching it high into the air where it passes over the heads of the opposition and scores a perfect goal. It seems like the perfect start to the match and I’m really happy but from here on in the game starts to become progressively harder and more of a disorganized free for all.
Dream 2: Pink turtle – I’m in a vague lounge stood in front of a large glass aquarium which sits on the floor, it is empty save for a bed of dried maize like pet litter. A male guide accompanies me and gives me something of a demonstration concerning the aquarium, life inside the glass tank would appear to be in a state of hibernation or stasis the man shows me that the desiccated grains in the tank just need a good watering in order to get life developing again. I watch as the guide pours and sprinkles water inside the aquarium after a few moments of which he places his hand down into the corn like gravel and retrieves primitive creatures like tiny prawns and little sticklebacks, he shows them to me wriggling in his hand indicating that life is beginning to stir. After a few moments a real burst of life takes place an I see a large pastel pink turtle trying to climb out of the aquarium, the pinkness suggests that it’s outer body hasn’t yet hardened and is still delicate, soft and vulnerable. In it’s efforts to leave the aquarium the turtle tips it up at an angle and clambers out, I go over and pick it up to inspect and take care of it.
Dream 3: Kitchen advice – I have driven over to the house of a childhood friend in order to pay him a visit. The car I have traveled in is quite unusual it looks like a cross between a child’s indigo blue pedal car and a Mini Moke, at another the abstract level the car is also a knight’s shield (??). I get out of the vehicle and place an accompanying indigo colored spear to one side in the car. I go over to the friends house where his parents invite me in, they tell me that my friend isn’t currently home but I’m welcome to wait. I ask them if I can bring my car and spear indoors as I don’t like the idea of leaving outside for too long, although the car is light and tiny they don’t permit me this which in turn makes me quite anxious or frustrated. I walk down to a basement area which is very tidy and looks like it serves as a recreation area or as spare bedrooms, I see my sisters here (in fact it seems like both sisters are here but are one and the same in the same body) they are here playing with a female work colleague who is dressed like a 1960’s fashion model. I chat with my sisters and the woman for a short while before offering them a lift home. Outside it would appear that my little car has transformed into a large coach everyone gets on board and I drive down to the end of the lane and wait until it is clear to turn right. I pull out but just as I’m about to head off down the hill I see an old 1970’s silver Porsche 911 parked in such a way that it completely blocks the road, the view I am afforded from way up in the cab is very good and I can see the whole road way down below me, incidentally the road here looks much narrower than I recall it with an ivy covered old red brick arched railway bridge passing over where the car is parked. After a while of waiting and realizing nothing is going to happen we all get out of the coach and head over to the house of the owner of the car in order to ask them to move it out of the way so the road will be clear. We all enter into the front door of the house (a doctors years ago if I remember correctly in waking life) and head on upstairs where we meet a middle aged woman in a rather untidy almost dirty kitchen. The lady who owns this flat appears to be straight out of the 1960’s she looks a bit detached with vacant air about her just as if she was heavily sedated on tranquilizers. My composite sisters, the work colleague and I each try to speak with the woman explaining that it really isn’t doing her any good to be living in such a grotty kitchen, its not just that it is dirty but the décor also seems to be miserable and depressing too.
Dream 5: Bedroom arrangements – It’s evening time and I find myself in the top floor bedroom of a sumptuous period apartment, I glance out of the window into the night and see a quiet street lit by old fashioned street lamps the scene is vaguely reminiscent of the tale of Peter Pan. The bedroom I am in is quaint and very small, I am joined by the comedy actor Gene Wilder who is busily hurrying about the room rearranging the furniture and generally making it more agreeable for the occupant of the room of who is yet to appear. I watch as he moves an old ornate Victorian style cast iron log burner over to the right hand side of the bed, the log fire is currently alight and I wonder why anyone would want such a hot fire that close to them whilst they slept (it’s situated literally where the bedside table would normally be placed). His intentions are good though and it seems to all be a part of making the room more comfortable to sleep in (I assume that he is making this preparations for a lady he thinks highly of).