Date of dream: Tuesday, June 19, 2007
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I have a dream friend who is a holy man perhaps a monk in a monastery he is very devout but doesn’t
hold a high position at his abbey and is merely the lowest kind of monk. I am aware that this man
wants to build a door and frame in a wall back at his room but it is against his teachings and is
forbidden.
I have another dream friend with me (both of these dream characters were strangers to me) and we
both decide to help our monk friend by smuggling him in the materials which he needs to build the
door. We do this piece by piece starting with the wooden lintel or beam that crosses the door frame.
Additional Comments:
Another quick note on a dream from last night: I’m near a specific location near to a town square
watching a two women (one familiar) reversing their car into position alongside the pavement. I am sat
astride a moped or scooter and they give me a wry smile (as if the scooter wasn’t a macho thing to be
sat on). The scooter is actually in very good condition and does have a certain kind of style, very
Italian like a Vespa or Lambretta. Somebody (a male) throws me down a challenge to ride to Scotland
in a day by bicycle, the challenge is immediately impossible no matter how much I would want to
accept that challenge.
Date of dream: Tuesday, May 08, 2007
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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It is daytime and I find myself in what appears to be a tiny cramped stone walled cell of an abbey or
monastery. I am sat down on a wooden bench facing a small gothic arch with a stained glass window.
To my right is seated a boy I went to secondary school with, this boy was the most intelligent boy in the
school (I rarely dream of this person, the last dream I saw him in was ‘Last day as a waiter & my
sophisticated female friend.’ - 01/25/07).
I shift out of my body and begin to watch the scene and the younger ‘me’ from a third person
perspective.
To our left is a nun who was a teacher also at my old secondary school too, she is stood over us
making us recite prayers and other religious mantra’s, its all very repetitive and monotonous. I don’t
like what I see as it seems very strict as if we were being indoctrinated or having something drummed
into us a bit like with brain washing.
The instilling of the dogma appears to be part of a process in preparation for some kind of ceremony
like a confirmation, it also a test for which we are going to be marked on too.
After the religious session has finished we get to see the results, curiously the cleverest boy in the
school and I both have the same mark of 43% it’s a low mark and not a good reflection of how we
performed, I’m surprised that the clever boy was awarded such a low score.
I have a look at a few other names on the list and see that one or two other vague students managed
to score up into the 90’s. I’m left with a peculiar feeling of not being too bothered by the results but also
surprised at the overall differences in scores between the various students.
Additional Comments:
I had one other dream this night where I was visiting my parents house, I was handing out wrapped gift
boxes to everyone but when it comes to serve my stepfather at the end all I had left at the bottom of
my bag was a broken box of Ferrero Roche chocolates. I hand them to him knowing it’s all I have left,
he seems grateful that I give up my last possession to him even though it is damaged.
Date of dream: Friday, December 15, 2006
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It is daytime and I am sat in the back of a family car with my younger sister sat just to my left, my
stepfather is driving the car and my mother is sat in the front passenger seat. It appears that we are all
going on some kind of family outing. I really don’t want be here though, I feel bored and wish I was
somewhere else.
I feel as though I am much younger perhaps in my early teens, I don’t feel as if I have the right to say
I don’t want to go with them or to object to the whole family outing so I just sit there quietly feeling
miserable and fed up.
We appear to be driving through a small picturesque village somewhere in Wales, I look out of the car
window as we pass along the small road. Lining the road on either side are unusual shop fronts and
buildings.
Looking out through the car window just to my left where my sister is sat I see a very strange looking
building by the side of the road. It looks a little like a small church or monastery but has been designed
or constructed in a very unorthodox kind of way. The sides of the building are very smooth and
rounded and remind me very much of the architecture of Antoni Gaudi.
I see a sign in a small garden area at the front of the interesting building, the sign seems to be
advertising the purpose of the building, a bit like how a hotel sign displays its name and other details.
Written on the front of the sign in kind of 1960’s friendly typefont are the words “All monks house”. I
was right with my assumption that it appears to be a small monastery of some kind. I suddenly have a
kind of déjà vu and realise that I have been in that building before and possibly as a monk.
I desperately want to stop and learn more but before I have a chance the car has passed the pleasingly
curvaceous building and the opportunity has gone. I realise afterward that my parents wouldn’t have
stopped the car for me to go and have a look inside the building anyway.
I turn to my right and looking sullenly out of the window to my right I see another strange building this
one is a bit more austere and slightly imposing. The tall solid square building makes me feel very
uneasy, it looks like some kind of municipal building with occult associations.
I can see large plaster or stone matt coloured symbols running around the perimeter of the building
roughly in between the first and second floor of the large building. The symbols give me the creeps and
add to the occult atmosphere of the building.
The symbols seem to represent things like stars, planetary signs, and Masonic style glyphs. I can also
see gargoyles leaning out from the building too. There is also what looks like sea shells sculpted or
moulded onto the front of building as part of the symbol bordure too.
The building makes me a feel very uneasy, the symbols strike me as interesting and the building does
have an intriguing ambiance but I am more than happy once the car has passed by the building.
Later in the day I find myself sat at a small square table at an outdoor restaurant or cafeteria, the
atmosphere is very cold and nobody speaks very much. I still really wish I were elsewhere as the
atmosphere is not only oppressive but dull and boring too.
We have just finished eating the main meal and its time for desert. Just when I am looking forward to
ordering a nice desert my stepfather leans down and from underneath the table he brings up a packet
of yoghurts and hands them out to me, my sister and my mum.
It looks like this is his idea of desert. I don’t know whether he thinks that he is saving money by
bringing the yoghurts with him in order to replace the proper deserts that he would have had to buy or
if he is just trying to be difficult. I feel really cheated and am not amused by his annoying suggestion or
offer.
