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I find myself at work the building seems much smaller with only one compact tiny cramped room where
all of the work takes place. I am informed that I am being fired from my job with immediate effect. I’m
not particularly surprised or concerned but when I hear that an Irish colleague is also being sacked I
become really shocked as he was such a good worker.
Both I and the Irish friend feel puzzled at first not knowing what to do we are both given a formal letter
explaining we’ve been fired and are no longer needed, the company seems to be down sizing the staff
and taking the opportunity of getting rid of other people who made mistakes as well.
Our mistakes are explained to us and I discover that I am apparently responsible for a huge series of
errors that have brought the company to its knees financially. I have unusual mixed feelings of
disappointment that I’m losing the job but also relief that I won’t have to work here doing this dull
miserable routine any longer.
I decide to go back to England to try and find work as I feel that trying to find another job aboard is
fraught with difficulties, this new venture also instills me with feelings of freedom and joy on one hand
but mixed with apprehension and anxiety on the other.
In my childhood home town I bump into a manager from the place of work I have just been fired from
and ask him if he was fired too, he says “No” in such a way as to imply he is perfect. He takes a
moment to explain my error and how it cost the company over a billion dollars. The number 12 is also
involved in this monetary equation too, possibly as a percentage or multiplication factor.
I feel strangely impressed by the magnitude of the error as it seems so big as to be almost unreal and
not even worth worrying about.
I leave the manager and get into a specific car parked in the street it’s the Ford Escort Mexico I dreamt
of in this dream ‘Ford Escort Mexico.’ - 12/23/07. I drive down the high street of my childhood home
town and turn left into the busy street where the bus station is and see a parking space delineated on
the ground about 100 meters away.
The parking space is just outside a large dusty wasteland which my Mum told me once used to be her
playground when she was a child, it is now used as a car park (this place was actually used as a
gravelly dusty car park until a library was built on it about 20 years ago) to my right is the stone
masons yard where my Dad apprenticed as a young man.
A woman in another car just in front of me drives just in front of the parking space marked out with
white lines as if making an attempt to reverse into it, I pull up right behind her and steal the parking
space. I can see in the rear view mirror that she is a bit annoyed with me but strangely I don’t feel so
bad about what I did, I watch as she pulls her car into the dusty car park to leave her car there instead.
I suddenly hear my Mum calling to me from the bottom end of the car park and hurry down to see her.
from where I am up on a high wall I can see her beckoning me down to where she is on the street
below, the very high wall is too intimidating to climb or jump down from but to my right I see a derelict
brick carcass of a house with no floors or roof, from within this room I sense that there is a stairwell
which will lead me down to my Mum.
I carefully lower myself down into this strange foul squat of a place my feet don’t even touch the floor
as it is so full to the brim with rubbish, litter and junk. I start trying to sort through all of the trash
digging through it in order to find the stairwell that will lead out to my Mum, there is all manner of
garbage here from old disgusting blankets, female underwear which I pause to look at and which
seems to have some optical illusion associated with it, broken glass, syringes and general rubbish and
I try to clear a path through all of this junk so that I can get to the stairwell, from behind me I hear a
group of young women approaching looking over my shoulder I can see they look like homeless punks
or delinquents I can tell that they are coming over to the place where I am in order to use it as a to
place to inject their drugs.
I don’t want the women to come here whilst I’m trying to find the stairwell, this is part out of my pity for
them but also because they will distract me from what I’m trying to do, I sense that they have come
here for the comfort of the old trashy blankets whilst they get high on the drugs.
The garbage in this pit must be about 20 feet deep but I eventually manage to pull enough of the trash
away from the area to find another old brick wall. I’m aware that the stairwell I’m trying to reach has
been bricked up behind the wall, I start scaling my hands up the wall like a mime artist in attempt to try
and fathom out a way to get to the staircase beyond.
As I do this the wall literally starts to crumble and fall away in huge chunks, in fact great slabs of heavy
wall and bricks start falling inward into the hovel. I panic and cry out to my Mum as the wall starts
caving in on top of me, this fills me with terrible anxiety and fear.
After the horror of the wall collapsing inwards and breaking into pieces literally on top of me I scrabble
over the bricks and debris and discover the craggy old stone stairwell that leads down onto the street
where my Mum is, I carefully take the uneven steps down outside.
But rather than end up on the street where my Mum previously was I find myself in a peculiar and
unfamiliar bedroom which seems to be floating in outer space, the room is mine I feel. Two females
from my current place of work enter the bedroom, in waking life these two females are unrelated but
both share certain similarities for example both have a similar height, weight and shape and although
they are friendly I don’t find them particularly attractive in a physical way.
But they are both very intelligent and intellectual which are qualities in them which I admire in a certain
way, one of the women in waking life is very articulate verbally and is extremely academic and sweet
in nature whereas the other has a very strong character with biting acerbic wit.
On the rear door of my bedroom is a calendar upon which is a date which has been circled with a black
marker, one of the women points out to me that the circled date indicates the current day or the ‘today’
of the dream (and also the dream day that I was fired from my job) she indirectly implies that I had
something to do with bringing about my own firing from my place of work, the circled date being an
indication of my planning for this event.
The two women seem to be seeing me off as if I’m going on towards another journey now, kind of a
farewell I suppose. One of them hands me a passport with some stamp marks in it, she hands it to me
with a kind of semi-stern “well here you go, I suppose you’ve earned it” kind of expression.
We then all shake hands in a very peculiar kind of way almost like some kind of alien handshake that
Mork from the TV show “Mork & Mindy” might have done, we twiddle the ends of our finger tips together
and then give a strange kind of salute.
At first I do this partly as an excuse not to fully shake their hands because the women have used some
kind of oily hand cream on their hands and I don’t want to get the grease or cream on my hands
(something I don’t like in waking life lol!).
Eventually though the situation becomes more compassionate knowing that I am moving on and may
never see them again, I decide to embrace their hands and give them a full bodied gentleman’s
handshake, there seems to a mutual respect here more so than with the previous jovial and humorous
but also alien handshake and salute.
Interpretation: The drama surrounding work near the beginning is probably a manifestation of how I
am currently feeling very low about my job. For me the rest of the dream seemed to revolve around
different kinds of female archetypes and how they impress upon me in one or another I guess, such as
the frustrated driver whose place I stole, the susceptible young drug addicts, my mother and finally the
two intellectual female colleagues. Although the dream was an awkward one and difficult the final scene
where I seemed to be moving on and leaving all of the rubbish behind me did feel quite positive.
Dream 1: Intimate shock – I am sat on the couch at my Mum’s house my wife comes into the room and
sits beside me she unzips my jeans and goes to place her hand inside to touch me intimately. When she
looks down she sees that I am wearing female underwear she recoils in shock, I feel her shock and I’m
really shocked too.
Dream 3: The pulsating chrysanthemum – A giant flower bud fills my field of vision I watch as it splays
open slowly in a multitude of thin white and peach colored tentacle like petals, the flower appears to be
in a hazy meadow which is beyond my field of vision due to the flower filling my optical dream screen.
The flower seems to be gently blown for a short while on a soft breeze, before the tentacle petals start
to pulsate back and forth and in and out like some kind of pretty underwater sea anemone. After a
while the vegetal pulsing seems to become more organically flesh like and rhythmic fluctuations
actually become more spasmodic and frequent causing me to feel nauseous just looking at it even
though it is also still beautiful at the same time. (The scale of the flower seemed to be immense almost
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It is night time and I find myself in the large car park of an immense and familiar waking life hardware
store, the atmosphere is troubled and uneasy.
In my right hand I am holding a very long handled sledgehammer when I look down at the end of the
hammer I see that the end of the shaft has splintered badly and the actual iron hammer lump has
broken in two, it looks a little crumbly and rusty. The symbol of the broken sledgehammer leaves me
feeling impotent and depressed.
I want to enter the hardware store to buy a very long ladder but as I play the scenario out in my mind I
realize that I will have no way to fit it into my car. It looks comical and slapstick as I try to position the
ladder a number of different ways on and in the vehicle but in my dreaming reality this awkward ladder
symbol feels just as frustrating as the sledgehammer was.
As I dejectedly walk out from the car park I see a long steady stream of very exotic tuned cars also
leaving the warehouses parking. I instantly recognize one of these cars as a 1970’s bright orange Ford
Escort Mexico I hurry over to catch up with it so I can have a closer look.
As I get up alongside the car I see that it is full of lots of little people and that the interior looks like a
chic kind of lounge, one of the men of small stature invites me inside the car for a chat and a look
around. The interior is amazing and feels sort of like a disco or night club, as we chat I tell the little
man what a great and successful car the Mexico was.
Later on I find myself near an old stone bridge on the shore of a peaceful and idyllic river there are lots
of children here who I recognize as also being little people except these tiny children were all born with
primordial dwarfism (why I dreamt of this I haven’t a clue, I just recall watching a documentary about
this subject on the television some months ago).
The children all belong to special school situated a short distance from the river they have come down
to the shallow stream with a female care teacher for the day. I watch as the little kids try and make a
tiny boat out of a coconut husk, I watch as they lower the little raft into the water where it sinks almost
The female teacher comes over and says what the children are doing is a waste of time she strikes me
as being extremely negative, unhelpful and not a good teacher. I feel totally determined to help the
little people create a toy boat out of the coconut fibers that will float. The kids seem to really like me
because I’m a trier they seem to know that I will eventually manage to do it for them.
I pick up their effort from the stream and begin to try and reinforce and make their little boat stronger.
Interpretation: I think that these strange dreams particularly the second one were simply the result of
the awful feverish flu I have at the moment. The first dream did seem to make more sense to me in a
symbolic kind of way although at the moment I’m still feeling too under the weather to really dig any
deeper into its meaning.
Dream 2: Ignored & voiceless – It is night time and I find myself floating or flying down through a dim
void guided by some colorful moving fairy light into the realm of a dreamy snowy winter wonder land. I
see lots of quaint old little cottages and houses and head over to one building which appears to be a
combination of my secondary school, some hotels I’ve worked at in the past and my current place of
work. Inside the main hall I see a strange end of year play taking place on the stage. It appears I am
given a new waiters uniform to wear which is made from some kind of fine opaque black stripy mesh,
the costume has an accompanying bowtie like cravat. I don’t feel very comfortable in these clothes as
they are a bit too revealing for my liking and slightly feminine too, I look around for a regular t-shirt I
can put on in its place. In the main dinner hall a very distasteful New Age style conference is taking
place, lots of evangelical business men in suits are giving lectures up at the front of the large room.
Around the perimeter of the room are tables with lots of crystals and incense displayed on them,
something about the whole affair strikes me as being extremely corrupt, commercial and repugnant.
Many of my work managers are here too and most are extremely unpleasant with me, one manager in
particular comes over to me in the kitchens and accuses me of eating some of the chocolates and party
food intended for the guests. This isn’t true at all but frustratingly before I can defend my position he
walks away with his back to me. I look for my manager in order to have a word with him I feel that I
need to sort something important out with him. I eventually find him but end up losing my temper and
shouting at the top of my voice because he doesn’t listen to me. I end up banging my fist on a table out
of anger, a tiler has just finished laying some tiles on the work surface though over the top of some
electrical cables. The tile I hit with my fist squidges down in the wet cement making a mess of his work.
When I look at what I’ve done I see the end of a chunky square fiber optic cable which is emitting a
soft glowing red light. I take note of the dim pulsing light and then follow after my ignorant manager
continuing to still shout at him. Later I find myself sat at a table with an old childhood friend and two
older unfamiliar women, my old friend starts to help himself to the food on my plate, I can’t believe his
bare faced cheek and rudeness, feeling completely insulted I decide to leave. I get up from my seat
saying goodbye to the women also wishing them a merry Christmas whilst ignoring my old friend,
frustratingly nobody pays me any attention and they completely ignore me. The situation in this
confusing and horrible place starts to make me feel very anxious so I hurry around searching for my
wife because I know that she will be the only one that can help me. I see my wife driving her car into
the building but she doesn’t seem to see me, in my distressed state I bump into a female work
colleague (the only reason I can think why I would have dreamt of this person is that she has the same
given name as my Mum). The colleague has a very aggressive and vindictive tone with me she also has
a menacing looking Doberman Pincher sat at her side. Sensing her aggressive intentions I swear at her
saying “F**k you sister” and give her the middle finger insult (this is most bizarre as I would never do
or say anything like this in my waking life, even the grammar or structure of the sentence is not the
way I would normally speak either? Perhaps the “sister” part has some kind of deeper meaning (maybe
Big Sister like in Big Brother? or it was due to my feverish flu symptoms). I tell her that I’ll have her
dog destroyed if she doesn’t control it but she unleashes it regardless and it leaps up and savages me
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(Just as a warning this dream contains some sexual details, I’ve described it just as it appeared in the
dream without being too vulgar I hope).
It’s daytime and I find myself down in Mexico (I’ve never been there before) in an arid dry outback
kind of area, I’m not really playing an active role in this dream but more of an observer. I’m watching
the escapades of two actors Gregory Peck and Jeff Bridges. They both play the roles of two loveable
rogues a bit like Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid or like Thunderbolt & Lightfoot.
They seem to always be on the run moving from one trick or scam onto the next but I’m aware that a
posse of Mexican bandits is after them, the bandits are sort of like rogue law enforcers and actually
seem to be a law unto themselves, I get the impression that they are in the employ of a wealthy self
styled baron like Mexican man.
They eventually catch up with Jeff and Gregory and take them roughly into their custody, they are
going to put them both on trial in an outdoor kangaroo court of their own making. The trial is a strange
affair and all of the Mexicans put on strange square masks made out of white cloth with only holes for
the eyes to see through. (This scene reminded me very much of some scenes from the cowboy film
with Franco Nero called “Django” I seem to recall that there was such a scene with similar masks
The trial seems like a foregone conclusion and that the drifters will eventually be severely punished
probably by being tortured and then killed. I watch as the farcical trial takes its course with the wealthy
bandit baron acting very judicially but in a completely over the top and theatrical kind of way, there is
something slightly sarcastic and insincere about him. His jury of masked henchman is all seated
watching the proceedings silently from a tier of wooden seating.
I go over to watch the scene with the two desperados Peck and Bridges (these surnames might be
relevant perhaps?). They are chatting and reminiscing about old times together and their exploits. Jeff
is very young and youthful almost boyish in his late teens early twenties, he is sort of the wild fun one
always ready for adventure. Gregory on the other hand is older and more fatherly and caring sort of
the brains and director of the two.
Jeff starts to reminisce about a señorita that he used to know and met on his travels in a small village
or town not so long back. As he starts to dream or fantasize about her I sort of enter his mind and see
his reverie just as he is seeing it. I see a scene in an old tavern or honky tonk style of bar, there is an
extremely raw sexual scene taking place between Jeff and his lady friend near the bar’s counter top.
The woman who is dressed in a large colorful puffy dress (she actually looked a little like a prostitute
the sort one might see in an old spaghetti western) is raised up in the air with her knees resting on one
bar stool and her elbows resting on another just in front of her, the position is very provocative with her
rear raised high in the air and her face resting on the cushion of the bar stool.
The Jeff Bridges character is stood behind her with his trousers around his waist, he pushes the
woman’s skirts up over her back exposing her haunches and lower legs. He then proceeds to have sex
with the woman in a very raw and animalistic kind of way. I find the scene very arousing and both the
woman and man having the sex in the dream seem to be enjoying themselves a lot too.
It’s only when I start to pay more attention that I realize that they aren’t actually having penetrative
intercourse and that it actually looks like they are just pretending to have sex even though the man
does have an erection (and a large one at that). It’s a strange realization and I feel slightly puzzled as
to why they would be doing this even though they both seem to be enjoying themselves. I watch as the
Jeff character thrusts back and forth but his penis just passes underneath the woman near to her belly
but never entering her body.
The daydream evaporates and I find myself back at the farcical outdoor courtroom drama, Gregory
and Jeff both seem resigned to their fate although they don’t seem to be too worried or stressed, they
just seem to accept whatever will come as if this absurd trial is the culmination of all of all of their
adventuring (seems kind of sad and despondent to me).