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It is night time and I have gone back to visit England and have already been staying there a while, I go to catch a ferry back home but find that I have missed my boat so I go back to the Bed & Breakfast where I have been staying.
I find myself walking along a dimly lit street back towards the B&B, parked outdoors I see a very big 1970’s style American muscle car it has an unusual mixed paint scheme which looks something like a tequila sunrise cocktail.
I head on inside the B&B where I meet a very old lady who is very similar to my great grandmother in fact it does seem to be her, (my great gran passed away a number of years ago now and lived to be 98 years old) in my dream I realise that the car parked outside belongs to my great gran, I find this detail very jarring it causes me a great deal of consternation as the mismatch is most bizarre in the extreme.
Regardless I go on inside and suddenly find somebody trying to coerce me into going down some steps into a secret basement that my great gran has, the thought of this basement and what my great gran gets up to down there terrifies me and I struggle and resist going down there and run up to the room where I have been staying.
A gran (not my great gran but another younger grandmother) comes into the bedroom and tucks me into bed just as if I were a child, I don’t feel particularly pleased about this but put up with it as I feel helpless to say or do anything in way of a protest.
It appears my wife has a separate room at the Bed & Breakfast she passes the open door of my room whilst I’m being tucked into bed she gives me a self-satisfied smile and asks me if I’m comfortable. My wife’s question annoys me and makes me feel small. At first I feel awkward in this situation but then I see that I have a book case in my bedroom full of books on philosophy, I reach over and take one down to read in bed the title of the book is ‘Pluralism’*. In response to my wife’s question I say to myself silently in my head that I’m fine as if the books were a comfort.
The following morning I once again struggle to get to the ferry which this time appears to be situated at an airport, I struggle with many things associated with my trying to catch the boat such as with the tickets, the times, my luggage, wasting money on numerous bookings which turn out to be no good so I end up having to buy more and most of all simply getting to the ferry/airport on time.
My Mum and stepfather want to help me get to the ferry port but they make things confusing and awkward for me as they decide to stop and do some shopping on the way. I wait for my Mum to catch up as she pushes a large shopping trolley loaded with all manner of vague looking items.
As I wait in the street for my Mum items begin to slide out of her overloaded trolley onto the floor, I put down my own luggage to help her put things back into her trolley I feel annoyed by the delays but don’t say anything and keep the feelings in. As I help out the shopping trolley rolls and almost crunches into a brown and black speckled granite wall plaque on a building in the street.
I just manage to stop the trolley hitting the plaque but see that it probably wouldn’t have damaged it anyway as there was a protective brass frame surrounding it. The plaque is the kind used by professional woman and men such as lawyers, doctors etc and where their name and qualifications are displayed.
I get the impression that once again I will miss the ferry.
Thoughts: I can’t say that I have ever heard of the word *Pluralism before, I assumed it had
something to do with plural and singular in the context of language and grammar but it appears to be
linked more to politics from what I’ve found, politics is a topic which I have no interest in at all. This
was a frustrating dream, the kind where one seems to be running around in circles trying catch an
important connection such as a bus, plane, train or boat but always being deterred at every corner.
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It is daytime and I find myself stood in the rear garden of an unfamiliar house, the property actually
belongs to a man who I seem to be linked to somehow as does the garden. The owner isn’t about
outside but I sense he is nearby perhaps indoors, a female work colleague is vaguely nearby in the
The owner of the house has a two or three very large trees at the bottom of his garden which act as a
kind of hedge or barrier to the street and other houses on the other side, the trees bear lots of small
orangey red berries they are the kind that are inedible for humans but the kind that birds like to eat.
The man no longer wants the trees at the bottom of the garden and asks his local council to have them
removed. Apparently these trees are deeply religious they used to be quite positive but they have
grown to be negative this seems to be echoed in their gnarled and twisted shapes, they seem to be
infused with a kind of religious dogma that has expired.
The council comes to visit and explains to the man he has two options they can remove the trees and
replant some new ones which will be similar to the previous ones only younger and he’ll have to wait
for them to grow to maturity or they can remove the trees and have a fence put up in their place
The man chooses to have the trees removed and a fence erected instead of having new trees as he
doesn’t want to have another religion growing like the old one.
The council removes the old trees and erects a fabulous new fence (I guess a fence could be seen as
negative sort of like a barrier but in my dream it seemed to be very positive). The fence is very high
and made from beautiful wood it’s been fitted extremely well and to a very high standard, the council
has even placed a plaque on the fence as a kind of commemoration marking the details of the event.
After everyone leaves and the owner goes indoors I head down to the bottom of the garden and take a
look at the large holes where the old trees were pulled up out of the ground, the council have left the
old trees lying down in the garden. I decide (not sure why, possibly to test something out) to pick up
one of the trees and try to insert it back into the large hole that it was removed from earlier, it was sort
of as if I were trying to see if it were possible to replant the tree.
It soon becomes quite clear that the tree isn’t going to stay upright unsupported as its root system has
been destroyed and the tree is already dead, the tall tree trunk falls backwards down onto the ground.
The female work colleague has been quietly observing what I was up to vaguely in the background, I
don’t feel any real emotion at my experiment with the replanting of the tree in fact I didn’t want to
replant the tree because I wanted it to re-grow I think I just wanted to see if it was possible.
I walk away from the scene feeling satisfied about my tree experiment and very happy about the
magnificent fence that the council has erected for the man.