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How the French picnic.

Date of dream: Sunday, August 26, 2007

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I find myself walking around an upmarket department store in the town I lived in about ten years ago. I have a shopping trolley and appear to be looking for items in order to prepare a meal or rather contribute some items towards a picnic I’ll be attending a little later on.

The main item on my shopping list is a cook book and it’s very important I find one I feel adamant that I won’t be leaving the shop until I’ve located one.

Fortunately I find a big chunky country cook book that is just what I was looking for I add it to my basket and then head over to the chilled section to pick up some snacks for the picnic. I start to select and pick up pre-prepared snacks like potato crisps, mini sausages on sticks etc, this seems to go against the grain of buying a cookery book but it also seems like a quick solution and besides it’s a picnic I’m going to and not as if I were going to be cooking a fancy meal.

As I walk around the supermarket I start to look at the legs of some of the female shoppers who are wearing skirts, I seem to do this simply because I find their legs so attractive although I think there is also a symbolic element here too as I seem to be dreaming of women’s legs a lot just lately?

Later on I find myself at a very beautiful green park in fact it is more like a playing field or meadow, I am here with all of the people who invited me along all of whom are French. Everyone is having a wonderful time playing games and relaxing the atmosphere is one of carefree childishness.

As I open up the packets of snack I bought and lay them about on the picnic blanket I take a moment to watch the French play their games. One couple play a game with some blue and white toy guns that look sort of like ice cream cones and which fire ping pong balls, the idea being that you fire the ball into the air and your friend catches the ball in the cone of his gun ready to fire again a bit like tennis (this was actually a real toy I remember from the 1970’s, I was very surprised that my subconscious dredged this one up from this far back! I guess it is probably relevant otherwise why would I recall such an obscure old symbol?).

I see that quite a few of the females have brought huge drum kits with them along on the picnic these aren’t little drums but are full kits that a proper band would use. The women are having great fun playing the drums and appear to be loving it in fact they actually play extremely well all at the same time making a kind of music together smiling at one another cheerily.

I reflect and think that their drums must be extremely important to them as they must have gone to a great deal of trouble to bring the bulky instruments all the way to the picnic area although their efforts seem to have paid off as playing outdoors in the open air like this seems to be ideal and perfect for them.
  • Themes
  • Romance
  • Music
  • Settings
  • Present
  • Characters
  • Friend
  • Emotions
  • Peaceful
  • Activities
  • Searching
  • Keywords
    Cooking
    Leg
    Picnic
    France
    Drum
    Add'l Emotions
    Searching
    Effortless
    Admiring
    Carefree
    Worth the effort

    Family ties.

    Date of dream: Friday, November 17, 2006

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    It is daytime and I am near to the sea in what I feel is Ireland between 1840 and 1920, as I have these thoughts it is impressed on me that I am somewhere in the north west of England or possibly Wales and the period is closer to the 1920’s.

    I am at a ‘V’ like opening between two large sand banks or dunes, my body feels much more lean and toned, I am wearing a pair of quite tight fitting long bathing trunks. I run down to the beach through the dunes to where I find a beautiful clean white sandy coastline, it is peaceful and there isn’t anyone else about.

    My wife follows me closely from behind and runs down to the beach with me too, she wears a one piece swimming costume and her body or physical appearance is slightly different too, but I know and feel that it is her.

    We both walk together to our left down the sandy beach, I reflect that the sand is so nice and almost white I think to myself I don’t ever remember the sand being so clean in the British Isles. The weather is a little overcast with a white sky but it is pleasant enough.

    As we walk down the beach looking to our left we see up on the not so high cliff top (perhaps 3 to 4meters high) a family all sat around a long banqueting table, they all appear to be having an outdoor picnic. I sense that I know the family some how or that my wife and I are linked to them somehow.

    Their scene seems separate to us almost as if were are observers although we share the same space and time.

    I watch as the man of the family gets up from the table and stands at the edge of the cliff and stares out to sea. He has a stern and strict air about him, he wears a brown waistcoat and matching trousers. He has a brown hair and a particular moustache like a handlebar one.

    The man seems to be unhappy about something but doesn’t let it known. I sense that he resents being here with the family when he could be elsewhere doing other things.

    At some point later my wife and I find ourselves in a small white plain bedroom, the bedroom window is open and the net curtain is being blown inward slightly. This room seems to be quite close to the sea and belongs to the family who were having the picnic.

    The room is almost bare save for a child’s or baby’s high chair, my wife and I see that there is a child of about 2 or 3years old sat in the chair. We sense that the child is suffering from some kind of contagious illness and it has to be kept in isolation.

    Some doctors have decided to give the little child some medication that we both find bizarre and can’t understand why they think it would have any effect. They seem to think that making the baby take in very hot water will flush the disease out. Some kind of contraption is attached to the baby in order to fulfil this task at regular intervals.

    Every now and then the baby vomits or releases a lot of the water from its body, it gets ejected with such force that it splashes up against the wall. This splashing of water up against the wall is very significant for my wife and I and seems to be linked to other memories. I sense that my wife and the baby are linked in more ways than one, I sense that she may even be the baby in some strange kind of way?

    I pick my wife up off the ground and carry her over to a bed and lay her down, at this moment I feel very strong feelings of love and caring toward her. Above the bed and on the wall I see lots of sepia tone photographs of family members, I assume they are the people who were having the picnic from earlier and are also related to the baby.

    Some of the photographs appear to move whilst some are stationary. Two faces in particular catch my eye. One is of a man and the other a woman, the woman appears to be 3 or 4 years older than the man, both are dressed in Victorian dress and I feel that they are related somehow, maybe lovers or through marriage.

    I see that the woman has dark rings under her eyes and she looks exhausted I sense that she suffers from some kind of mental illness she seems to be neurotic or a manic-depressive. The man has a hyperactive look about him with wild eyes, he bares his teeth and I see that they are a little crooked and resemble rabbit’s teeth, this seems to be something of a family trait.

    I feel that the man suffers from some mental illness too but in contrast to the woman’s lethargy and fatigued appearance his is one of frenetic energy and twitchiness.

    Additional Comments:

    Earlier on in the day before going to bed and having these dreams I had been reading a few articles about reincarnation and past lives.

    I thought it might be interesting to see what I would dream if I made the conscious intention of discovering something about a past life in this evenings dreams.

    Whether or not these dreams reflect any such thing is difficult to say? For example with so many different characters in the dream and with myself as what feels like a passive observer it is difficult to tell which person I may or may not have actually been in any case.
  • Themes
  • Romance
  • Settings
  • Past
  • Characters
  • Other Relative(s)
  • Emotions
  • Happiness
  • Peaceful
  • Keywords
    Sea
    Sand
    Picnic
    Family
    Baby
    Add'l Emotions
    Happiness
    Freedom
    Concern
    Love
    Intrigue