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Daytime and I find myself in a large office room vaguely similar to my current place of work I am busying myself with sorting out huge piles of red papers on a large table.
An Italian colleague I quite look up to and a familiar younger Scottish lady are having a heated discussion which soon turns into a full blown argument. The row is explosive and I’ve never seen the Italian man lose his temper in such a way before, I watch sheepishly as I continue to arrange the papers but also eavesdrop in on the argument.
The Scottish lady antagonises the man and he then responds with the threat he has had enough and will leave the company and never come back.
Thoughts: In part this drama would seem to relate to my waking life but is also perhaps in part more
directly related to myself personally as perhaps an internal drama too. The two countries are recurring
symbols particularly Italy and I feel they represent archetypes much like people, with Italy
representing the masculine and Scotland symbolising the feminine in case.
Dream 1: Clumsy father & son – Daytime and I find myself inside a general store which is located on a
triangle shaped island where a single road forks in two. My father is tagging along behind me in a
dawdling lost kind of way. I have a very lucid and fulfilling conversation with the owner of the general
store (the conversation itself was not memorable only its ambiance or influence). After the chat I go
outside with my Dad and we try to get into a small car to drive off on our way, this turns into something
of a slapstick farce though and would be vaguely amusing if it wasn’t so serious and frustrating. Even
when we do manage to get into the vehicle the problems don’t end there and we end up faffing around
and acting clumsily over the controls of the vehicle in a Laurel & Hardyesque kind of way.
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It is daytime and I find myself in the living room of a vaguely familiar house one that belongs to an
aunt, I am aware that the weather outside is very fine and sunny. The house is currently empty and my
aunt and her family are not about (In this dream I seem to be aware that it is only my male cousin who
lives in this property). I am here with a female work colleague and we both appear to be performing
The young woman has been rummaging through a small bureau or some boxes and has found a sheet
of paper that my male cousin has been working on she calls me over to take a look at it. The paper is
quite thick and grainy and of very fine quality, it is off white and has a distinct texture to it. Upon the
paper is written some beautiful handwriting, I realise that my cousin has taken up typography or
calligraphy as a hobby.
I note that the pen he must of used was something like a chisel tipped ink pen or more probably a
bamboo ink pen with a wide nib. The letters have a beautiful shape to them, thick where the nib was
used at its fullest and thinner where it was twisted on its side halfway through the pen stroke.
I only see one or two lines of script running along the page, the writing may not even represent
anything in particular but merely a practice at writing letters out. I’m really quite impressed by his
apparent skill and never thought he was capable of such craftsmanship.
We both note that before starting the writing my cousin must have made some pencil guidelines on the
paper to ensure that the lettering runs in a straight line and maintains the same height. I realise that he
inked these guide lines in with a ruler and the ink pen. It disappoints me a little, not for me in particular
but more for him as it was quite an unnecessary thing to do.
Usually the pencil guide lines would have been erased after the text was finished and the ink dry but
here the thick black ink lines simply obscure the beautiful letters making them difficult to see, it seems
like a bit of a clumsy thing to do, like he carried on inking in the rest of the page without thinking.
The female colleague suggests finding a ruler, in part for me to examine his work more closely and
secondly for my cousin to keep so that any future work he does will be correct. The young woman
hands me an ordinary ruler which measures in centimetres, I tell her to be careful using such a ruler as
the measurements won’t make any sense in the context of lettering and text. I tell her what he needs is
a metal typesetter’s ruler for taking and verifying specific typographic measurements.
I had two other dreams that I could recall from this evening one was most peculiar, I was travelling
back to my childhood hometown on a bus the atmosphere was quite unusual in that it was an old
negative feeling that was being overcome by a positive feeling kind of like something was being put to
rest. I get off the bus and two small elderly ladies get off too, we chat and I discover that they are both
German, they speak very little English but do manage to communicate with me. They tell me that they
have come back to this town as a kind of pilgrimage and to pay their respects, as it is the anniversary
of the Nuremburg trials. (Where this detail came from I haven’t the foggiest, in most of my dreams I
can see roughly where the details fit in but this one has got me completely stumped). Although the
dreamscape is slightly ravaged I feel that it is after a great war and there is much hope.
In the second dream it is daytime and I am with a young oriental man in his house, which is located not
far from a busy motorway. We are both up in a room that is a bit like a bedroom and living room
combined. The man’s room is full of all the latest hi-tech gadgetry including television, computer, hi-fi
systems and other electronic appliances. The man stands triumphantly in front of all of them in a
Superman like pose extremely proud and happy with his possessions. At some later point the young
man finds out that he has been burgled, he needs the help of a woman in order to solve the theft. He
rushes outside to the busy motorway that is gridlocked with a long line of cars for as far as the eye can
see. He tells me that he can attract the attention of one of the female drivers to come and help him. I
tell him that his idea is completely harebrained and impossible as no woman would just leave their car
and come over to talk to a complete stranger. With that he whips out a sketchpad and what looks like
some marker pens and begins to create a sketch. He holds the finished drawing high up above his head
with both hands and facing toward the long queue of traffic. The power of this drawing is such that it
really does manage to attract a woman over to us, I’m really quite amazed and puzzled.