This dream has been viewed 4054 times.I’m at home and its early morning I’ve woken up and gotten dressed into my old work clothes with the intention of continuing the renovation work on the house.
There is a knock at the door, it’s the friendly builder who has been helping with one or two of the bigger jobs in waking life, I let him in and he sets about starting his work.
Whilst near the entrance I see a feature I’ve never noticed before, close to the front door is an unusual recessed room it is open at the front with a low ceiling and two levels.
The strange space looks a bit like a cloak room, the upper floor with space below also reminds me of a theatre stage. I realize that the strange recessed area is actually a pulpit.
The pulpit area is white and relatively tidy but it is also disused and in a state of disrepair, a balustrade that runs around the perimeter of the stage is broken in many places.
I feel that the old pulpit has no function or use for me, I don’t intend to keep the religious aspect of the space but I do consider keeping the area and using it for some other purpose.
I have the idea that the area would make a great place for my nephews to play hide & seek in (?), the area under the stage and below the pulpit seems quite suited to this game.
Additional Comments:Interpretation: Although it perhaps doesn’t seem like it I have a slight inkling that this dream might be linked to yesterday’s dream about the mistletoe. In that the dream the mistletoe probably represented pagan beliefs which predated the modern religions, I’m not religious at all myself although I would say that I do kind of identify with some of those older (what I would like to think of as more natural) beliefs than with the modern church (particularly catholic in my case) that did away with all of those old pagan concepts. In the article I was reading yesterday over at Wikipedia about ‘The Golden Bough’ which led me to an epic story written by Virgil called the ‘Aeneid’. In the story there is meant to possibly be a (debatable) kind of hidden allegory, I’ve copy and pasted the paragraph in question below with the link to the actual page: “There are two gates of Sleep, one said to be of horn, whereby the true shades pass with ease, the other all white ivory agleam without a flaw, and yet false dreams are sent through this one by the ghost to the upper world. Anchises now, his last instructions given, took son and Sibyl and let them go by the Ivory Gate.” (Book VI, Lines 893-899, Fitzgerald Trans.). The following explanation is also from Wikipedia: “Aeneas's exiting of the underworld through the gate of false dreams has been variously interpreted: One suggestion is that the passage simply refers to the time of day at which Aeneas returned to the world of the living; another is that it implies that all of Aeneas's actions in the remainder of the poem are somehow "false." In an extension of the latter interpretation, it has been suggested that Virgil is conveying that the history of the world since the foundation of Rome is but a lie. Other scholars claim that Virgil is establishing that the theological implications of the preceding scene (i.e. an apparent system of reincarnation) are not to be taken as literal.” http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aeneid. The part which interested me in this explanation was the bit about “The history of the world since the foundation of Rome is but a lie” this caught my attention as I recall speaking with an Italian friend once about how the Roman’s were very selective about the stories which were chosen to be entered into the bible with the more dangerous Gnostic (or maybe pagan?) texts being omitted, I have read that even many of the current bible stories even those of Jesus have parallels with much older pagan figures. I find this business like doctoring of the past for the benefit of the future very distasteful but in the time that has passed since then it seems to be taken on face value and believed for what it is, I don’t think that I have been totally under that kind of spell (and I’m not even concerned in the bible at a personally religious level but more at one on a anthropological level) but I would guess in some way by going to catholic schools and having the dogma drummed in it has left a mark. Maybe the converting of the pulpit in this dream and even more so the reaching out for and eating of the mistletoe in yesterdays dream represents a return back to those more instinctual and natural kind of ways?
Dream 1: The Rolls Royce of Rolls Royce’s – Its late night time and I’m at home I’m looking out of the kitchen window overlooking the driveway. I’m watching the deserted road when I see a large expensive luxury Rolls Royce car, the car slows down and reverse into our drive it does this so that it can turn around and go back the way that it came I assume the driver is perhaps lost and think nothing more of it. I continue to watch out of the window and after what seems like an hour or two passes I see the same Rolls Royce car and once again it reverses into our drive way in order to turn around. This time though the driver hits the pillar that supports the gate, it comes crashing down with a mighty thud gate and all. Now I’m really angered and rush outside to confront the driver, they pull away and speed off up the road. I chase after the car on foot and eventually catch up with it, the car slows and allows me to approach. The window is wound down where I see a middle aged black couple, they are both dressed impeccably and I can instantly tell that they are very upper class with noble origins. The man apologizes for damaging my gate he speaks with a very distinguished English accent, he goes on to add that he and his wife were out looking for somewhere to buy some take away food for them and their young son who is sat in the rear of the car. I don’t feel upset for the damage that was caused and leave it at that we say our goodbyes and I walk away. As I make my way back to the house I turn to look at the number plate on their car and see that it reads “LE DA 13”, this detail seems very significant and as if I really should remember it. The next day I decide to go to London I feel as if I need to go for some kind of artistic reasons possibly for supplies. I get into my car which just happens to be a luxurious two tone silver Rolls Royce although the car is the same as the previous strangers there’s was a dark purple color. As I drive the car down to London I take great pleasure in the vehicles comfort and good nature, it does everything exceedingly well but at a relaxed pace. Once in London I park the car momentarily and enter into the rear where I’m totally surprised to find a small office, there is a little swivel chair, a lap top computer on a desk and a microphone on a long bendy armature. Its an absolute great area and very important to, I’m made aware of lots of information pertaining to this area the voice explaining all of this to me adds that this space is called “The Hub”. I get back into the front of the car and carrying on driving, I eventually enter a large building (still in the car) the construction is something like an enormous multi-story car park crossed with a doctors waiting room. I drive around looking for a way out but at every exit I see some kind of large garbage or trash chute which is currently in use, an attendant warns me that I can’t take this exit as there is a garbage collection lorry waiting just below and I will have to wait. As I wait I bump into a young black woman sat waiting in the huge doctors waiting room, she seems to know me and tries to get me to remember who she is. I almost remember her but can’t quite place her face, this lady has a very small nose, we chat a little while longer before I head off looking for another exit. I eventually find away out through one of the chute like tunnels, the tube expels me out into a large field without the car. I land on uncomfortably on my knees narrowly missing some rocks in the field, it was a close shave as if I had landed on the rocks I would have been badly injured. I walk back into the city of London from the field, I briefly considering going into a café for a coffee and something to eat before finally going to the intended destination of an art supplies shop. Once inside the shop I see a selection of pen & ink sketches laid out for customers to look at and learn from, whoever made these sketches paid particular attention to the shadows in fact it is as if the emphasis on these details was of the utmost importance. I get the impression that I should definitely take note of this lesson about the shadows as it is something that I could benefit from.
Dream 2: Tea & cakes with Nan – I find myself at my Nan’s house in her kitchen she is accompanied by some of her relatives (some of whom are brothers and sisters who have passed away). We are all sat drinking tea and eating cakes the atmosphere is very pleasant and positive, there is an optimistic undercurrent to the proceedings which makes me feel that this gathering is happening for a special reason. Suddenly there is a knock at the front door and my Nan springs up from her seat to go and answer it. I’m really surprised by her sprightliness and energy and perhaps even more stunned by her appearance, she appears to have become a great deal more youthful and to have lost a lot of weight as well.