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I am lying naked on a bed just reflecting on nothing in particular, I’m in an apartment in a large busy
city. My wife comes into the room wearing just her underwear, we lie together and kiss, cuddle and
touch one another we make love and then she gets up to get ready for work.
I look out through the window and sense that someone has been watching me from a window just
across the other side of the street I get up off the bed in order to see who it is and if I can catch them
in the act.
I then step out through the our bedroom window onto a ledge that runs around the perimeter of the
building, it feels a little unsafe at first but as I make my way down onto the street below I start to feel
I walk along the street a short way and re-enter our apartment block, on the ground floor in the foyer I
see the owner of the building, she is a tall well dressed austere woman of between 50 and 60 years of
age, she seems to let down her guard around me and is a little more friendly.
I see that she has two small pet dogs and on closer inspection I see that they have been knitted from
wool, I find them incredible and fascinating as they are alive just like real dogs, I bend down to touch
and pet them, I feel their woollen bodies and wonder in awe at how they were created or who made
I call out to my wife to quickly come and have a look at the fascinating creatures but the owner of the
building quickly sweeps the two little dogs up in her arms and with a stern unhappy gaze she walks out
to an office like room at the rear of the lobby, it appears that she didn’t like the fact I wanted to show
the dogs to my wife.
My wife heads off to work whilst I drive over to my Nan’s house, I park the car in the street outside and
go into her house, once inside I realise that I am wearing a pair of women’s heeled shoes, the heel and
sole are made from wood with a small canvas part where the toes slip into.
I am sweeping up what looks like some broken glass at my Nan’s house, I take out a dustpan and
brush and look for a bin to tip the waste into, I seem to have difficulty deciding whether I should tip it
into a small pedal bin in the bedroom or the kitchen?
Looking out of the window I see a gang of young boys smashing car windows and vandalising the cars
body work, one of these boys barges in through my Nan’s front door, I look down and am surprised
and amused to see that he must only be 2 or 3 inches high, I bend down and plucking him up by his
collar I take him outside and place him back in the street where I give him a warning and a telling off.
Out in the street I see that it has been snowing there is a thick carpet of snow everywhere, I look about
me and realise that my car is nowhere to be seen and has been stolen I look around panicking and
wondering how I will ever leave this place, a voice tells me that I should have used a security device on
Back inside the house and from an upstairs window I peak down onto the street below, I see lots of the
neighbours all busily rushing around, most of them seem to be unloading things from delivery or
removal vans, I am very suspicious of them all and I think to myself that anyone of them could have
stolen my car. I am still very concerned how I will ever get home I think or perhaps hope that my wife
will come and pick me up?
I then find myself at the end of the avenue half way down an earthy embankment where there are
some trees and bushes, a car designer is with me and he shows me a new patent he has created.
He takes out what looks like two very large screws and twists them into the trunk of a large tree, once
the screw like objects have been fully inserted they either expand or explode, the designer then
proceeds to withdraw two long cylinders of wood from the tree (this reminds me very much of how an
apple corer works).
I then poke my head up inside one of the holes that have been left inside the tree and looking upward I
see the tree starting to fall apart into large jigsaw piece like chunks.
I remove my head and set about climbing back up the embankment when I realise that my mouth is
full of a horrible black slimy organic liquid, I cough and spit out the foul matter as passers by look at
me with strange and weird expressions.
What a confusing and depressing dream. They seem to come in cycles or phases like this, exhilarating
dreams and then miserable or depressing ones. Anyhow I guess it’s for a reason or a purpose, there
must be a message there somewhere?
I really have to try and figure out why I keep dreaming of my grandmothers house and what it means,
it’s a constant symbol that occurs very regularly so it must be symbolic of something?