Date of dream: Saturday, February 24, 2007
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It is late afternoon and I find myself up on the second floor of a very pleasant contemporary (dream)
house. The property would appear to be a very large barn conversion. It is both cosy and warm
retaining the original sandy coloured wooden beams but also has a modern clean and fresh Zen feel to
it, a good mix of new and old I feel.
I am here with my wife and another woman who is a work colleague (I have never dreamt of this
person before, in reality she is quite small with a dark complexion and a very friendly disposition). My
wife and this woman would possible appear to be friends within the dream. My wife tells me that she
has to go out to town for a short while.
My wife leaves and I am left alone in the house with my colleague. The atmosphere as we are both left
alone becomes charged with a strong sexual tension, there is an immediate attraction between the two
of us. The woman beckons me over to a bed in the corner of the large open plan wooden beamed
almost loft like space.
I lie down on the bed with the woman and she asks me to make love to her. Something makes me hold
back from having penetrative sex with her even though I would like to. It would seem to be a mixture
of perhaps fear and some other strange emotions that are holding me back. I tell the woman that I
would prefer to perform oral sex on her instead.
The woman seems to be accepting of the offer and she parts her legs and I go down below (although I
don’t want to make it sound vulgar or crude, this part of the dream was extremely lucid particularly the
sense of taste and sight). The act of licking carries certain parallels with other dreams I’ve had recently
particularly this one ‘Sexual cleaning.’ - 02/17/07.
Suddenly I can hear my wife coming back into the house and upstairs, I immediately stop what I am
doing and leap up off the bed and guilty try to brush myself down and act normally as if nothing had
happened, I am flustered and don’t really manage to do this convincingly. My wife immediately realises
that something is up and starts demanding answers.
Deep down she would seem to know what I was doing but wants to hear it from my lips, she keeps
pushing me and asks her questions more insistently. I try to hold back for as long as I can but my
resolve starts to break, I suddenly blurt out “Yes, yes we were both being intimate with one another but
there was no penetration and I only gave her oral sex”.
My wife immediately calms and seems happy and satisfied with my truthful response. The charged,
heavy and argumentative atmosphere in the room passes just like big grey clouds dissipating.
Suddenly all three of us are very friendly with one another again. I decide to make a cup of tea for us
to share so we can all relax a bit.
The evening is starting to draw in and become dark, my wife lights lots of little ball like stubby candles
about the room creating a very peaceful tranquil environment. I make the cup of tea and it looks like it
really will be shared (literally) one cup between the three of us, we each take small sips from the very
peaceful oriental like brew.
I walk over to a very rustic wooden sideboard and see what looks like some kind of new age incense
burner. It would appear to be a small cream saucer with a selection of natural looking soft beige soap
stone like rocks arranged on it. I see that my wife has lit the mysterious stones and they burn very
slowly releasing their pungent aromatic scent.
The burning rocks worry me slightly and I become concerned that the little stones might explode if they
become too hot but my mind is instantly put at ease and it is impressed upon me that I have nothing to
worry about. I walk about the rest of the open plan floor taking in the architecture and the methods of
construction used in the wonderful property.
The large warm beige wooden beams are magnificent and very touchable, I note that there is
something very special and symbolic about them. The beams have all been fixed together with wooden
pegs or nails rather than metal ones, it strikes me as being a more elegant and natural solution. I also
see that at the end of some of the beams there are long curly kinds of shavings.
The large curly shavings look like the kind that a carpenter might create after planing a very long
piece of wood in one direction except that these haven’t been completely removed. I can’t be certain
why this was done, is the work unfinished or is it a decorative feature? I also note that some of the
beams have a slightly primitive phallic shape to them.
Date of dream: Saturday, February 17, 2007
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It is daytime in the summer and I have come to a large pleasant picturesque forest with a female
cousin, we are both naked and would seem to be intimately attached to one another (this is obviously
not the case in reality and neither is it a fantasy or wish fulfilment, this symbolism would certainly
appear to be symbolic).
We both lie down on the soft forest floor amongst the forest flowers and grass and start become
sexually involved with one another. There is a lot of petting and touching but no intercourse. We end up
in a strange kind of embrace where we are giving one another oral sex, although this act is obviously
sexual there seems to be more to it than that.
(I couldn’t quite put my finger on what this other feeling was that I had felt until something happened in
real life the morning after waking from the dream. I was driving back from a hardware store when I
saw a large ginger cat sat on the bonnet of a car, he was sat upright in a kind of human like way
cleaning his privates, a bit like the cat from the Shrek movie!).
(As soon as I saw this cat it immediately clicked and made me think back to that mornings dream. It
struck me that what my cousin and I were doing in the dream was a kind of licking or cleaning just like
the cat, there was a definite parallel I think. I guess that this scene sounds really disgusting and
extremely weird or perverted but in the dream it wasn’t like that at all).
(Anyway back to the dream....) Later that day I find myself inside a very peculiar church, it appears to
be quite old possibly dating from the 17th century it is made from lots of dark wooden beams and
floorboards which are slightly crooked, creaky and bowing with age. I make my way up a well worn and
aged staircase and up onto a large open landing area.
As I get up onto the landing I see that the area is kind of like a very large pulpit, balcony or viewing
galley, which overlooks the church pews and alter place below. This area is very reminiscent of a
theatre, it looks vaguely familiar both from past dreams and also slightly resembles a very old market
place and library from my childhood hometown.
The open landing area is full of a lot of people who appear to be the congregation and church goers,
they sit and stand about all chatting with one another as if the service had just ended. I sense that the
people here are all extremely snobby and stuck-up. I really don’t like these people at all and sense that
they are not genuine or pretending to be something that they are not.
The people glance around at me and look me up and down as if I was dirt and then turn their noses up
at me before turning their backs on me to continue with their conversation. I even sense that the priest
or holy man of the church has just the same self-important ‘Holier than thou’ attitude. There is a
definite social class thing going on here.
I can’t stand the atmosphere created by the people here and want to leave immediately, I can also tell
that I’m not being made to feel welcome either. The difference in social class seems to be very
apparent and I’m the odd one out, the atmosphere of snobbish class in conjunction with religion makes
me feel really repulsed and just adds to my feeling of wanting to leave.
Just as I am about to leave I see a young woman walking around with a large pad of thin almost tissue
like layout paper under her arm. The young woman is a portrait artist, I watch as she seems to be
rushing around looking a little flustered just as if she is looking for someone. We bump into one another
and I get the impression that it was I she was perhaps looking for.
We chat briefly and she shows me a large portrait of a man’s face rendered in simple lines with a
charcoal stick. I get the impression that the portrait is meant to be of me perhaps. The young artist
explains to me with a serious and important tone that when one is creating a portrait of a man it should
never be a front on portrait and not a profile either.
She goes on to add that the portrait should catch the male sitter at a slight angle half way in between
the two positions. I see her sketch of me and I see that this is what she has done with my portrait. She
has a very interesting character about her, sort of knowledgeable but also free spirited she doesn’t
strike me as being an academic but that she learned from the school of life.
I leave the old wooden church by going out the same way that I came in. Speaking with the young
artist has taken the edge off the unpleasant snobby atmosphere and I leave feeling slightly better in
myself. Later that day I find myself over at an aunt’s house, this is the mother of the cousin that I was
involved with at the beginning of the dream.
I am sat on a sofa with lots of other family members (including the female cousin) we are waiting
quietly for my aunt to return from somewhere, the atmosphere is slightly uneasy and nobody speaks
but just twiddles their thumbs.
Eventually the aunt returns, she comes over to each family member and unusually gives everyone a
very meaningful kiss on the right cheek whilst embracing them with both her arms outstretched in a
masculine almost ceremonial stance.
I am the last person that she comes to kiss, as she leans forward and kisses my cheek she whispers
into my ear and tells me that she knows about the incident and what I was getting up to with my cousin
earlier. I begin to feel very uncomfortable and wonder if the rest of my family heard what she said.
Although I am made to feel very uneasy I don’t think that she was trying to be intentionally malicious
or spiteful with me. The aunt has an unusual powerful aura surrounding her at this moment and she
gives me a strange smile full of hidden meaning with a similarly indistinct glint in her eye.
Additional Comments:
I just thought that I should add that nothing like this has ever happened in my life with this person and
as I mentioned earlier it certainly isn’t wish fulfilment or fantasy. I think that the drama is definitely
more symbolic and perhaps represents on one hand a coming together of masculine and feminine
aspects (even if it has been shown in a slightly weird and bizarre way) and it also perhaps has
something to do with my own personal ideas and thoughts about sex in general. I found the following
about the cousin symbol over at a dream dictionary that I often visit
(http://www.hyperdictionary.com) “Cousin: Seeing your cousin in your dream, represents something or
some aspect of your character that is somewhat familiar. Perhaps you need to spend more time in
cultivating and developing some emerging ability or character. In particular, if you dream that your
cousin is ignoring you indicates that you are not acknowledging some aspect of yourself that is
represented by your cousin. Dreaming that you or your sibling is in love with a cousin, represents your
acceptance of each other and that you have acknowledge and embraced key qualities in one another”.
