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I find myself inside a large vaguely familiar white room I am accompanied by a manager from a
specific department at my work and a number of other unfamiliar people.
The room which has a very high ceiling appears to have just undergone a great deal of plumbing work
which has involved fitting two new boilers or immersion heaters which are large, look strangely
like the tall plasticky carapace of a beetle and are coloured in a very noticeable indigo blue. A
great deal of new plumbing has been installed in order to make the two boilers function.
Although the installation work has been done impeccably there appears to be a slight problem with
the layout out of the room in regards to the boilers, plumbing work and in particular two special
hi-tech digital water counters or meters which are yet to be installed. These two meters were
originally set very high up on the wall but it’s obvious to everyone in the room now that should
anybody ever need to read these meters in the future then they will have to use a very tall ladder
every time they want to reach them.
Another issue is that this room is possibly going to be intended to be used as a dining area as
part of a restaurant which is located elsewhere in the building, but I can see at best only two
tables will fit in this room now because of the space taken up by the new boilers.
I take a scrap of paper and go to sit down besides the manager to try and explain to him how I
would have laid out the room and designed it in such a way so as to make the most of the space. I
don’t have a pen so I reach down to the floor to pick one up just at the same time as a pretty lady
reaches across to offer me an identical yellow Bic black point pen, I smile at the lady and she
smiles at me, the moment seems to last an eternity.
I snap out of the reverie and set about sketching down on a piece of paper how I would have laid
out the plumbing for the room, I explain to the manager that I would have hidden the water counters
inside a enclosed boxed off area near to the skirting board, this way they would be hidden away and
out of sight for most of the time but easily accessible should anyone need to check the water
But I have to pause when I consider the rest of the room’s layout, moving the two boilers seems
like a huge undertaking and not only that but they would need to be disconnected and then plumbed
back in again, a huge job in itself.
I reflect deeply on whether or not it will be worth completely reorganising the room, maybe just
fitting the water meters in a more accessible area will be enough?
Thoughts: This was a very vivid dream and was very positive in the sense that the work which had been done was very tidy and done to a good standard, it was just the layout which seemed ill thought out. The plumbing I assume is symbolically linked to emotions I can imagine, the blue boilers possible to warming these emotions and the water counting meters to gauge and keep an eye on the evolution and use of such emotions? Just to come back and add another quick comment, I’ve been mulling over this dream all day and I think I may have underestimated its importance and message, the more I think about it the more it definitely seems to be a kind of message for me to try and keep an eye on my emotions.
Dream 1: Cannibalism or cremation – (A totally bizarre dream). I walk into an unfamiliar classroom which I see is full of about 30 or more women each sat at an individual desk, the class is being taken by a male teacher. The teacher congratulates me and tells me that I’ve now completed my education and passed the course, I’ve learnt the lesson of the seesaw (this seemed to concern balance as from within the dream I saw an image of a seesaw at perfect horizontal balance) and have graduated from college or university. As some kind of graduation or leaving award the teacher tells me that I can either eat all of the women in the classroom (????) or I can incinerate and cremate them turning them to ash (????). It would appear that I can’t choose not to do either and “the choice is mine” I must pick one or the other, this dilemma makes me feel very pressurised and awkward.
Dream 2: Confronting a monstrous giant – I appear to be in a very immersive computer or video game a little like one my brother-in-law showed me on his games machine once (although in the dream it was so immersive that I was hardly aware that it was a game). The dream begins with me in pitch black darkness enveloped by a buzzing ‘butterflies in the stomach’ expectation , a huge tall metal door in front of me slowly grinds open flooding the dank cell with the peachy orange light which pours in from an ancient alien landscape. A solitary road or path is revealed to me which leads off to a citadel way off in the distance up on a hill, this path looks very much like The Great Wall of China. Strange white impish sprite like beings taunt me and prod me to step out onto the path and to initiate the game, I step out reluctantly and hesitantly throwing down strange mines on the ground as if to cover to my tracks and to eliminate the strange white imps that follow after me. After a while of walking down the path I see the gargantuan figure of an immense giant approaching, this character is something like the mythical Cyclops and also the giant ‘Uber-Immortal’ man from the film ‘300’ which I saw not long back. I take out some kind of futuristic firearm to try and defend myself but I’m literally quaking in my boots and utterly petrified as the giant approaches, my gun seems to disintegrate into a matrix of tiny Pez style bricks very much like happened in another similar and recent dream. I turn to flee as the ground shakes beneath me from every step the giant takes but I find that I am in something of a dilemma, the white imps are behind me, the mines I threw to the ground are behind me, and perhaps worst of all the gargantuan portcullis that I came through to start this game has now closed behind me.
Dream 3: The oily road – Late afternoon and I find myself out on a remote road I am driving an old style American pick up truck and I note that I have an elderly passenger in the form of a white haired and bearded old man who looks like the Uncle Jesse character from the TV show called ‘The Dukes of Hazard’ I remember seeing as a kid. Just as I ‘m about to pull away and start driving along the road off into the horizon a huge dirty looking oil tanker a bit like the one from the film ‘Duel’ pulls out in front of me, the huge tanker is spilling oil out of its rear all over the road. The oil is a real hazard I feel and I tell the Uncle Jesse look-alike to hang on as I’m going to try and overtake the huge tanker so that we don’t have to follow behind in its dangerous wake of slippery sludge.
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I find myself at my Nan’s house upstairs near to where my old bedroom and toilet is situated, I am
accompanied by an uncle who is a builder and whom I rarely if ever dream of he in turn is
accompanied by his brother who is a plumber.
My uncle and his brother have completed stripped out the old bedroom so that all that is left are
the bare wooden floorboards and bare brick walls. The brothers are re-plastering my old bedroom
which seems like an extremely positive thing particularly as they are so experienced and work
quickly and also because they are helping me which in turn makes me feel very happy and not so
alone in the endeavour.
I note in particular that my uncle and his brother have applied the plaster incredibly thickly to
the walls in places it is about 6 inches thick which seems strange but I don’t argue with their
wisdom as I feel confident and certain that they know what they are doing, besides the workmanship
is very good and the thick plaster has adhered well.
Before I leave the room my uncle explains to me that plaster dries out very quickly and has to be
kept slightly damp if one is to continue working with it. I suggest going out to buy some spray
bottles the kind one might use to spray an indoor plant with to moisten the plaster but my uncle
says that he already has some in his van outside and so it won’t be necessary, he seems very well
prepared and professional.
I go to the toilet just outside the bedroom on the landing to inspect the same work that is going
on there, as I turn about in the small space I tread on a loose floorboard dislodging it slightly.
I get down on my hands and knees to inspect the cavity beneath the floor and discover a complex
network of plumbing pipes which appear to be made from flexible white snap together plastic tubing,
some of the main pipes run into a series of smaller horizontally placed ones creating something
akin to a vague harp shape.
I notice that one of the larger pipes has been connected up to the others incorrectly so I pull it
and disconnect it from its joint to the other pipe and an immediate spray of fast flowing clear
water immediately gushes out all around the toilet walls.
Without panicking (which was surprising for such a dream for me) I manage to keep my cool and
reconnect the piece of plumbing the correct way, I get a bit wet in the process but I actually feel
very positive and full of confidence that I persevered in such difficult and stressful
circumstances to correct the plumbing error.
I now have the feeling that due to my handiwork I will be able to flush the toilet with a really
good deluge of clean fresh water when the need arises.
Thoughts: I wasn’t really expecting a dream like this at all as I haven’t been feeling too emotional just lately. At a guess this dream would seem to be saying something about changing something in my past as symbolised in the first part of the dream in the bedroom and then second part in the toilet seemed to concern emotions. I’ll really have to try and figure out why I have so many dreams that revolve around my Nan’s house, I did live there for about 2 years whilst I was doing my exams at school so maybe these dreams of being at my Nan’s home and the various dramas played out there concern learning in some form or another? I’ll have to think about it some more and maybe even incubate a dream to discover this particular settings meaning.
Dream 1: Hercule investigates – It is daytime and I find myself driving a car through an unfamiliar suburbia I am accompanied by Agatha Christie’s fictional Belgian detective Hercule Poirot. We seem to be in quite a bit of a hurry to get to the house of a lady before she arrives in order to confront her with some questions as part of an investigation we are carrying out. I quickly park the car on the lady’s driveway and we head on into her house and wait for her to return, Hercule seems very cross and as if the lady he wishes to question has been leading him a merry song and dance. As we wait I peruse the ornaments and knickknacks in the lady’s ordinary living room. The woman eventually returns home and seems part surprised to find us here but also as if she were expecting a visit from us too, I sense and know that the lady is Australian and that this dream location or setting is in Australia.
Dream 2: The seventh wave – Daytime on a pebbly beach and I see many people sunbathing and relaxing when suddenly some very large barrelling waves come rolling up onto the beach as if out of nowhere. These waves aren’t particularly frightening and perhaps represent something more of a rare natural phenomena, I hear some young men talking about going out into the sea to take advantage of the waves to do some surfing.
Dream 3: Strange offspring – It is night time and I find myself on a terrace or balcony which feels as though it is very high up maybe on a skyscraper something perhaps like a penthouse suite, it’s not very easy to tell as it is dark. I go outdoors and see a wooden patio table on the veranda just in front of me, what happens next appears to occur in some kind of time-lapse motion. A white trumpet shaped flower moves to the centre of the table from my left and a small passion flower crawls to the centre of the table from my right. The flowers meet up in the centre of the table and begin to have what I guess are kind floral fornications, the passion flower gently probes the trumpet like flower with its tendril like stamen. After a short while the two flowers seem to fade into the background and are replaced with what I presume is the offspring of this strange union, where the flowers once were now gently sways backwards and forwards a pink mantis like flying stick insect. The vaguely moth like creature although an insect is actually very beautiful.
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I find myself in the sprawling dream house which I seem to be constantly renovating the many rooms
and out houses to this property always seem to surprise me with something new although I’m beginning
to feel more familiar and at home with the place.
(After having this dream I feel pretty certain that this particular dream property now represents my
whole self and how I am making inner explorations).
Its early morning and exactly 9:14am I’m going to be late for work but I can’t leave yet as my wife and
I will be traveling together and she is still far from ready. Whilst I wait for my wife I decide to have a
stroll around the property and have a look at my handiwork and progress.
I walk down a corridor which I recall wallpapering recently I see that I have pasted the paper over the
top of some exposed plumbing pipes coming from the wall. This strikes me as being very shoddy and I
wonder why on earth I took such a seemingly lazy shortcut.
I continue on through the corridor and come out into a large room that is a kitchen I feel a sudden
sensation of tingling shock and a cold chill creeps over me as I realize that I have somehow either gone
back in time or am having a vision of how the kitchen appeared when the previous owner lived here
Although I have passed through into this seemingly parallel world I can still sense my wife getting
herself ready at the other end of the corridor in the other time zone.
I feel very lucid and with it my mind seems to both be racing with thoughts and being flooded by
outside impressions too. I have three striking realizations as I entered the room. The first is that I
realize the house is circular in shape and is divided into segments for each room, in all of the past
dreams of this house I’d never noticed this before.
The second impression is that the floor has a slight springiness to it I had always thought that the floor
was concrete and solid but here I get the feeling that there is a cavity or another room beneath the
level I am on.
The third impression occurs when I see a 1970’s style cooker and grill in the kitchen to my left. I see a
plate warming under the grill, on the plate is a meal of two beef burgers and Italian plum tomatoes.
Powerful impressions come through to me and I realize that this is the kind of food a lady in the
seventies would have eaten as part of a new fad diet, this simple and very human detail makes me feel
I carry on through the kitchen into another room which looks like a lounge the walls have been painted
with a very overpowering lilac or purple color. Suddenly a very real woman appears out of nowhere
and approaches me. She is of short to medium height with a friendly moon shaped face, short black
feathered hair and large dark eyes and a pale complexion.
In order to try and make a comparison for anyone reading the woman has a pretty and familiar face a
little like Betty Boop. She is dressed in a silky purple and cream wavy lined blouse with a ruffled silk
cravat. She wears tight at the top purple nylon slacks which flare out at the bottom which have a heavy
crease down each leg where they have been ironed. Looking at her figure I notice that she has quite
wide hips even though her figure is actually quite slender.
I suddenly start to feel very nervous in front of the woman perhaps in expectation of what I deep down
realize, she comes over and start talking to me in a slightly dreamy kind of way, she asks me “Who are
you?” I almost say to her “I’m the new owner of this hou....” but I decide against it as I realize I’m
actually meeting the spirit of the previous owner.
I sense that this is a very fragile situation and maybe she doesn't even realise she is dead so instead of
upsetting her by telling her that I now own her house I shift the topic away from her question and
instead tell her that I like the color of her clothes. The lady seems very flattered by my admiring
comment and says that she dresses in theses colors to compliment the colors her house is decorated in.
Interpretation: I feel that this dream house (which is starting to become very familiar to me each time I
re-visit it) probably represents self exploration and self development at many different levels. Perhaps
this isn’t just an exploration of my current self either as I felt that this dream had a definite feel of
seeing either a past life or maybe even some kind of parallel or alternative self. This house that I often
come back to always surprises me with its many rooms in fact each time I visit I seem to discover
more although the house still has its very familiar feel for me even though on the surface it appears to
change, perhaps some of these rooms where I meet people represent opportunities where I can meet
and come face to face with these other facets or selves?
Dream 1: Chocolate plumbing – I find myself at a very large sprawling farmhouse which I apparently
own and am renovating, I am almost at the point of despair and nervous breakdown because I simply
can’t cope and manage all of the jobs that need doing. Suddenly an unfamiliar pre-World War II manly
man appears he is like a kind of very human guardian angel, he has come to assist me and get things
moving. The first thing the man does is to order a huge stockpile of logs which are to be stored and
used as firewood, I watch as these are brought onto the property by a postman (?) in two large hand
pulled trailers. Secondly the man has ordered an unusual little fiberglass house, it’s a replica of the
farmhouse I’m renovating and looks a little like a child’s play house. This little house is to be used as a
store shed for my logs the little hollow cottage also has a letter box where the postman can deliver mail
too as well (??). The scene shifts and I find myself at the rear of the property which looks like the back
of the house I lived in in my early teens. There is lots of scaffolding rigged up against the wall of the
house around which an old art college friend (incidentally the same one from this dream ‘Eating the
bait.’ - 12/09/07) climbs from pole to pole, I try to imitate him and follow after him but the scaffolding is
very wobbly and rickety, I have to stop as it feels very unsafe. Back at the front of the house which
now looks like the front of my favorite childhood friend’s house I see the man who was helping at my
renovation, he has the fiber glass dolls house for my logs in his hands. With an almighty throw he slings
the log store up at the bedroom window of my friend’s brother’s room where it smashes the glass and
ends up inside on the top floor. I wonder why on earth he did such a thing as it seems quite
unnecessary and uncalled for. A group of young women are outside with a toddler or more of a baby,
the little child is actually managing to walk and waddle about upright, I’m quite surprised but also very
nervous and anxious that he doesn’t stumble and fall. Back inside the house and sat around a table with
the children of the family a young female architect or interior designer shows us all lots of little models
and mock-ups of how she intends to renovate all of the rooms in the property. Each little diorama has a
tiny button on it which when depressed distributes liquid chocolate from the taps, pipes and other
plumbing features. This design feature is an instant hit with me and the children and we all eagerly
verify with her that we want the new house to definitely have this excellent chocolaty feature.