Lucid Intent? No
This dream has been viewed 4077 times.(A very simple, short and yet immensely powerful dream).
Daytime and I find myself stood outside Buckingham Palace in London, looking at the entrance to the palace I see the huge front wrought iron gates open inwards and a team of 16 horses in the formation of 4 wide by 4 deep come thundering out pulling something of a huge chariot behind it.
Stood wild, high and majestic with one bare foot on the backs of the inner most two rear horses is a fearsome and powerful looking queen brandishing the reigns of her horses in her left hand whilst holding a golden sceptre aloft on high in her right.
The sight is utterly awe inspiring and terrifyingly spine tingling at the same time. The queen looks like the legendary ancient Briton Queen Boudica and wears a strange long turquoise dress which looks somehow encrusted with turquoise sea shells.
The sight is magnificent and heart pounding, as the horses thunder out into the streets of London commandingly all of the traffic comes to an immediate halt stopping in its tracks out of obedience and respect at such an amazing spectacle.
Additional Comments:Thoughts: I’m not really sure what to make of this dream all I know is that it really was powerful and made a big impact of me. I often associate London with the centre of my being somehow, as I’m English and it is perhaps symbolically the capital or centre of my greater Self. Past dreams of London have seemed in confusion, muddled and in disarray but not like this one, this one seemed like the unleashing of some kind of immensely powerful and yet controlled force. The grid of sixteen horses make up a square which can sometimes represent wholeness and this may be in regard to the animal side as represented by the horse, the controlling of this animal or instinctual side was being performed by the commanding and powerful queen, possible a projection of my anima or feminine side. I’m not quite sure what that is all meant to mean but looking at it in its most simple terms it seems to be saying that it is this psychological feminine (or in the case or a woman, masculine) counterpart which controls ones animal behaviours, impulses, primal drives and perhaps even the libido (in its many definitions).
Dream 1: Being Bond – It is night time and I’m playing the part of the action hero James Bond, I have just swum across a large body of dark water over to an island where the arch villains have their lair. As I climb up a rocky outcrop I see the previous James Bond actor Pierce Brosnan sat upon the rocks looking out over the black night time body of water in a contemplative, pondering reflective mood, he seems resigned that I am the new Bond and that I will be the one taking over from hereon in. I climb up to the sprawling futuristic mansion on top of the craggy island and search for a way to get into the building, as I climb up the rock face I think to myself that as I am now an action hero I need something of a personal catchphrase, the thought of “James Bond, gun for hire” springs to mind but I decide to change this slightly for something more crude and vulgar “James Bond, cock for hire” (?). At the top of the cliff face I silently approach the dark glass walled property of the vast mansion, I’m wearing a rather tight pair of figure hugging black boxer shorts or swimming trunks, I take my Walther PPK pistol and tuck it down into the back of my underwear and then get on with sneaking myself into the building, for some reason I feel like a door-to-door male strip-o-gram. Once inside I go about carrying out my mission which is to rescue the damsel in distress who has been locked away down in a hi-tech prison vault. As I sneak about the maze of corridors of the property the central villain’s henchmen (and women) see me and chase me, I spot the way down to the vault where the damsel is being kept prisoner so perform some surprisingly agile acrobatic somersaults and tumbles down a huge flight of stairs, I half fall and half fly or float in an ‘on the edge’ yet controlled kind of way before landing at the bottom of the stairs and tucking myself in behind an alcove. The henchmen and women chase down after me and I whip out from my hiding place and use kung-fu powers and other abilities on them to dispatch away with them easily much to my pleasant surprise. Able to take a breath I pause to look at the control panel and keypad which I will need to be overcome if I am to free the maiden, a psychedelic computerised image of the damsel in distress is displayed on a computer screen, the left hand picture shows her physical face whereas a right hand side picture shows a strange multicoloured x-ray (familiar from similar dreams of the past) revealing the maidens skull and deeper internal details such as her brain, eyes and teeth.
Dream 2: High security – Daytime and I find myself in the city where I went to art college and which also happens to feel and be London at the same time, many shops and places appear to be off-limits and to me in particular I feel, but I try exploring nonetheless. I first visit a ladies hair salon where I see a group of young beautiful women all sat down having their hair styled, I sit down beside them and immediately seem unwelcome. I take a huge dollop of hair gel from a pot on one of the small shelves in front of the mirrors and smear it into my hair, the gel is so thick and stiff it slicks my hair back and down in a very, very controlled way. Seeing as I’m not welcome I get up to leave but not before I have tried to go to an upstairs room in the salon, but as I approach the stairs two huge bouncer types bar my path and tell me “Sorry pal, you ain’t goin’ up there”. Feeling peevish I saunter off and go back outside, many of the shops seem to have extremely high security with security guards stationed outdoors with plain clothes store detectives inside. I have a modest budget to do a little shopping with so first go into a book shop for a browse before moving on to a music store, I pick out a few music CD’s one in particular is some sort of electronic bassy chill out dance floor music with a light blue jewel case sleeve of an Ibiza like beach scene with a setting sun. I continue on my way back outside not realising I have paid for any of the goods I’ve dropped into my basket. Surprisingly some men chase after me outside and confront me over the stolen music and I’m amazed to discover that it is the two artists who actually made the music on the CD, at first they seem cross with me but we soon start chatting and eventually have a bit of a laugh together, they actually seem reservedly flattered that I chose their music but don’t say as much. Afterwards I walk across to a fascinating looking building which looks like a medieval Houses of Parliament with wooden gargoyles and ornamentation decorating the façade of the building (there is a bank in this location in waking life), there are even wooden embellishments set into the ground of the sidewalk and pedestrianised area sort of like giant wooden discs with sun like motifs on them which have worn away with the passage of time and all of the feet that have walked upon them over the centuries. The old wooden parliament is another building I am very fascinated in visiting but it too is off limits and heavily guarded, I walk away feeling frustrated at not being able to have access to the vast majority of buildings in the town. As I walk down past the parliament I see some steps leading down to a small entrance of a church like building linked to the parliament (something like a wedding or births and deaths registry office), I pause and see Prince Charles waiting down there, I sense that he is waiting for Princess Diana to come out to meet him after having carried out some kind of formal paper signing ceremony. I’m suddenly snapped out of my staring at Charles by some more burly body guards who tell me to move along and stop loitering.