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Daytime and I find myself in the kitchen of the mother of my childhood best friend the woman is the same lady who appeared in this dream ‘The constellation of the heart.’ - 06/23/08 (this is quite peculiar as I’ve never dreamt of this lady before and now I have dreamt of her twice within a short period of time).
The friends mother is making a cake and is stirring the mixture in the bowl she asks me if I’d like to scrape last of the sweet paste dough scraps that remain in the bowl, I jump at the chance and take the bowl and run my finger around the inside scooping up the mixture onto my fingers before licking it off.
(I actually felt partly younger in this dream almost childlike again and the drama with the bowl did actually reflect an exact same incident that took place at this friends house, it must have been over 25 years ago and I haven’t been thinking of this at all so I guess my subconscious has pulled this up for a special reason).
The friends mother chats to me in a friendly, loving and motherly sort of way which makes me feel very happy, as we chat I tinker with a plug in a sink which appears to have become stuck and doesn’t work properly.
I try to retrieve the plug from the drainage pipe and repair it whilst the friend’s mother continues to chat with me affectionately as she prepares her cake.
Thoughts: My cold makes it difficult to analyse this dream too much but it certainly
seems important as previously I had never dreamed of the friend’s mother and now I dream
of her twice within a period of about two weeks. At a guess I’d say that the sink and
plug drama perhaps represents blocked emotions and how to release them, the cake is
something of a recurring symbol and a positive one too I feel. Something makes me think
that maybe by the time the plug problem is fixed the cake will have been baked.
Dream 1: My stepfather’s story – Early evening on an unfamiliar street where there is an
array of market stalls lining the pavements I meet my stepfather, he seems rather anxious
and a little upset he explains to me that he wants to enter a competition for charity but
the entry fee is £500, money which he simply doesn’t have. I want to help but I don’t
have that kind of money either, I sense that there is some urgency here as the cut-off
period for entering the competition is this (dream) tomorrow. I consider suggesting that
he asks people to sponsor him to do the charity event as this would help him raise the
money to pay the fee for the charity competition where he will then have an opportunity
to increase the money he raises for his cause. I later learn that my step Dad manages to
loan the money from elsewhere perhaps a bank, I see him hurrying and rushing about
preparing for the event, he looks very emotional, sad and tearful and this is something
which makes me feel love for him and causes me great concern for his wellbeing.
Dream 2: My Dad’s story – Daytime and I find myself working on a barn like in this dream
from the 8th July 2008 ‘Dream 1: Raising the roof’, my Dad has turned up and has taken it
upon himself to inspect the roof I have been working on. I haven’t done that much work
since the last time and wonder if I will be seen as being lazy. Saying that I do feel
happy and proud with the work I have already done although when I go over to the barn to
inspect it with my Dad I see that my work is actually very poor and shoddy and my Dad
doesn’t seem impressed at all. I am given a walkthrough by an invisible guide like figure
of the area where all of my tools and supplies are stored and given the impression that I
need to start budgeting properly if I am to make headway and in particular I need to
return any unused leftover supplies such as wooden planks back to the hardware store for
a refund in order to reclaim money that would have been otherwise lost.
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I find myself in an unfamiliar house in a bathroom my Mum and youngest sister are also here living in
the house too, we all seem very friendly in fact more like best friends and equals. It is early morning
and we are all getting ourselves ready to go to work, we plan on sharing and traveling in the same car
Whilst my mother and sister get themselves dressed in some adjoining rooms I set about having a
shave. As soon I step in front of the sink and look at my reflection in the mirror I’m startled to see that
the face looking back at me is that of a beautiful woman with a short blond fluffy bobbed haircut.
The woman has a beautiful shaped face and such a friendly cheerful expression, she has thick dark
black mascara around her eyes which reminds me very much of the look of the 1960’s. I think that the
woman’s eye make-up is so attractive that I plan on asking my youngest sister to make my eyes up
just like the woman in the mirror (?).
(Obviously a weird thought to have had as the reflection of the woman most probably represented me
in some way....very confusing with the different perspectives but something also positive and exciting
about it too).
I continue to shave my face occasionally rinsing my razor in the sink full of water, the reflection of the
woman remains and every time I look up at the mirror I see her pretty face. After a while of shaving I
notice that I have cut myself quite a lot I continue to shave but the drops of blood on my face have
turned into small rivulets of blood pouring down my face.
It’s not long before the lower part of my face is awash with blood streaming down it, it’s a little sore but
not at all painful sort of like shaving for real except of course without so much blood, the blood actually
looks a lot worse than it is. Looking into the mirror I see that the lower part of the face of my female
reflection is also covered in blood just like my face, she isn’t upset but still has a happy expression on
She then does something unusual and brings both of her small hands up to her face and rubs and
smears the blood all over the rest of her face, she seems to be in throws of some kind of ecstasy. It’s
slightly disturbing but also positive somehow to see but actually more puzzling than anything, it’s almost
as if she is smearing on war paint or ceremonial tribal face paint.
I carry on shaving and want to change the water in the sink for fresh water before I finish off. I go to
press the button to switch the small strip light on which appears to have fallen from above the mirror. It
seems a bit risky to touch the light with it being so close to the water what with the danger of an
electrical shock but I push (unharmed) it on anyway.
I also note that the opaque cover for the strip light has fallen off into the water in the sink, exposing the
fluorescent tube this annoys me slightly and it feels a little like one of those moments where everything
seems to become clumsy and awkward.
I go to pull the plug out from the sink by the chain but it seems to be stuck I actually feel very weak
and feeble and can’t pull the plug out, looking at the water it appears just as if it were pea soup with
bits of stubble in it.
I give a final yank on the chain and the plug comes whizzing out and the soupy water drains away
leaving a soapy tide mark around the sink which I try to scrub away with an abrasive sponge. Cleaning
the sink is hard going and it takes time to remove the soap scum properly. I suddenly notice a second
plug resting on top of the sink, I feel puzzled and wonder why there is a second plug (sort of as if it
wasn’t enough that the first one were stubborn).
I’m suddenly joined in the bathroom by a man a year or two older than myself who I worked with n a
factory about 15 years ago (not sure why this guy was chosen as a dream character but must be
relevant I guess?). In the dream the old colleague is a kind of plumber, fixer or repairman, he is here
to service the bathroom sink and its a good job he’s turned up as it appears that there is no water
coming from the taps now either.
I tried to do a bit of the work myself but the plumber colleague saw how weedy, weak and inept I was
when it came to removing the plug from the sink. Sensing my anxiety about when the work will be
finished on my sink the colleague hands me a telephone number and tells me that there is a public
telephone box just outside, he adds that the number is for the local hospital and I should call them and
they will keep me updated and let me know when all of the work is finished on my bathroom sink.
He seemed to be a kind of subcontractor working for the hospital or local council, I also get the
impression that this work cannot be rushed or hurried.
Much later the same day in fact in the evening I had a sudden flash of a dream that I had the same
night as the above one but had totally forgotten, it was as if the dream suddenly popped straight back
into my consciousness it was a surprisingly vivid dream so I’m glad it came back to me although I’m
surprised I didn’t recall it in the first place. In the dream it is twilight or almost dawn and I am in a
suburban area that looks very much like the place where an aunt lived a couple of years back, the
dreamscape is infused with a powerful supernatural almost spiritual ambiance. In the dream incredibly I
find my waking life consciousness inside a grey wolf I feel exactly what it feels like to be inside a wolfs
body, I trot about in the very early misty morning through the suburban streets mooching about I even
seem to enter some properties perhaps looking for food. The whole memory of this experience was