Lucid Intent? No
This dream has been viewed 4854 times.Daytime and I find myself outdoors in a vague suburban area something like on the outskirts of a large park. I see a group of youths sat on a large old honey coloured sandstone wall near to an arched subway entrance the group are sanding the stone back as if removing and cleaning away some of the old graffiti that had made the wall unsightly.
At first this scene strikes me as quite positive but I soon realise that the troublesome adolescents are cleaning the wall so that they can graffiti all over the top of it again from fresh. It soon becomes quite clear that the group is actually very hostile and aggressive. One of the males leaps down from the antique wall and saunters over to me before quickly lashing out with a high reaching kung-fu roundhouse kick to my head.
I was fully expecting such an action and counter the kick by grabbing the youths foot in mid air and twist it very firmly from the socket creating a very unpleasant “Schlock” sound, the youth falls to the ground rolling about in agonising pain.
The scene shifts and I’m taken to some kind of oriental martial arts dojo where I’m given a demonstration of how to break ankles (??). I watch as a willing volunteer in a karate costume lies down on a cushioned mat whilst another kung-fu master uses a ridiculously oversized circus like mallet to break the man’s ankles which have been spread apart with a block of wood in-between them (very reminiscent to the scene from a movie called “Misery” I remember seeing a few years ago).
Additional Comments:Thoughts: This dream wasn’t very nice at all and something of a mild nightmare, I was quite surprised by my defensive action in the first part of the dream as I’m not at all like this in waking life and don’t like conflict and try to avoid it at all costs, although saying that sticking up and defending myself like I did made me feel quite good. I’m not sure what the dream means though really, whether it is perhaps a personal weakness as in an ‘Achilles heel’ like a habit I need to ‘break’ but I did have another idea which is not so much symbolic. I often like to sleep or at least fall asleep whilst lying on my right hand side I do this all of the time and I’ve noticed that it has started putting quite a lot of pressure on my shoulder and arm socket, so much so that in the daytime I’ll often have discomfort and clicking there very much like how that youths ankle made that horrible “Schlocking” dislocating sound. I guess the parallel between the various sockets and joints makes a bit of sense at least in a physical way as I twisted my ankle badly about 2 years ago which was very painful at the time.
Dream 1: Helping Benny home – Daytime and in an environment which looks vaguely like my Mum’s house I stand in a vague group of males besides an old and aged version of the English comedian Benny Hill, he appears to be in an advanced state of senility and doesn’t know where he is or how to take care of himself. Somehow Benny needs to be taken to London to his retirement home where he will be taken care of but none of the vague males in the group know how to do this. Suddenly one of the female dancers from Benny’s TV shows steps forward and volunteers to take him on the long journey to London so that he can be cared for. All of the men in my group ogle the dancer in her tight fitting blue leotard I get to receive the viewpoint of both males and the lady. The men see the dancer in a purely sexual way but I also get to see things from her point of the lady and she doesn’t seem to understand the power or hold that her body has over the men. The act of taking the senile Benny back to London seems to be one of extreme compassion which seems to transcend the physical and goes beyond corporeal desires, it’s a purely altruistic act.
Dream 3: Home from home – Daytime and I find myself back at my childhood home as a child again, I am aware that my stepfather is laying in bed in one of the upstairs rooms he is gravely ill and on his deathbed. I’m not allowed to go into the room to see him but I am given word to summon certain people to his room to see him before he passes over to the other side. I call on an uncle that I can’t ever recall dreaming of before and also the actor Pat Roach (not so sure why I should dream of him although from within the dream he felt like a family member). The visitors go on into the bedroom to visit my step Dad one last time. A jolting juxtaposition then takes place where I see the ghost of my stepfather stood on the stairs in my current home, he looks about at the all of the work to do and tells me that the house I live in has a direct link to that of my childhood home. I can’t help feeling left with a sensation of something karmic going on with my current home and childhood home, something that I have to put right or correct.
Dream 4: Mum’s monotony – Daytime and I feel like a child again at my childhood home, my Mum has given me a small clear plastic bag of grey crumbly stone (it sort of look like pieces of cement), she tells me to go and sit on the steps outside the front door where I am told to grind the grey aggregate into a find powder with a large rusty piece of iron (this item looked like an old fashioned medieval nail). The task is mundane and very monotonous and doesn’t seem to serve any purpose whatsoever.
Dream 5: Avoiding the right by taking the left – Daytime and I am driving in an unfamiliar city, I see that some kind of huge extremist ultra right wing protest is taking place. It’s a scary affair and with lots of frightening neo-Nazi types heckling and hurling abuse. I decide that I want to pass through this place as quickly as I possibly can so when I come to a set of traffic lights I find that I am able to make a subtle change of lane by manoeuvring into the left lane before driving off out of the city into some pleasant countryside. (Just as a side note I don’t know why I should have such a dream as this as I have no affiliations or interests whatsoever with the things made reference to in this dream, I’m not even politically minded at all and have no interests in this sort of thing, now I think back on this dream it seems quite upsetting).
Dream 6: Ruining things on a rollercoaster – Daytime and I find myself sat in the little car of a roller coaster with a very dear friend sat to my right. The little carriage pulls away and starts to ascend a very high steep gradient. The ride is very exciting and thrilling and we both have fun as we chat and talk excitedly as our car rides further and further up the steep climb. About half way up the steep slope I have the urge to put my hand on my friend’s leg it’s not meant in a impolite way but just as a sort of comforting friendly gesture. I suddenly realise how rude and improper it was of me to have touched my friend in such a personal way, I sense that my friend is very upset and disappointed with me. I desperately want to be able to go back to the beginning of the ride and with a kind of precognitive hindsight stop myself from making such a physical gesture but it’s too late for that. I’m left with the feeling that the friendship will have been ruined by my foolishness and that things will be all downhill from hereon in, literally in the case of the rollercoaster as its about to drop suddenly over the crest of the first hill. (This dream really made me wake with a panic and a start as for a few moments I really had thought the dream was real and believable and that I’d done something very damaging and regretful).