This dream has been viewed 4425 times.It is daytime and I find myself back in my dream version of London (much, much better atmosphere this time). I am with a very large group of women who are all related to me, some of the family members I recognise whereas others are strangers and dream characters or are very distant relatives.
There is only one other male in this very large group (30 or more women) this person is a little (dream) boy of between 7 and 9 years of age. I am this boy’s guardian and take care of him as we walk about the streets exploring, shopping and taking in the sights.
The atmosphere is really very nice and everyone gets along very well and is having a great time, I even see women from my Mum’s side of the family mingling and having fun with the women on my Dad’s side of the family. Being out with the women and little boy like this makes me very happy and fills me with a wonderful feeling.
As we stroll around the streets on our day out we bump into yet another large group of thirty or so women who are all from America. A bright faced woman (vaguely reminiscent of an ex-girlfriend) with long brown curly hair comes over to speak to me. She explains that she and her female friends are also my relatives too, this is really astonishing and very nice as I never realised I had so many relatives that I never knew about.
The American lady goes on to tell me that our large family group all originated from a single ancient relative who was a Scotsman living hundreds and hundreds of years ago. Her story is very interesting and gets me thinking and wondering what that distant relative was like. (There is a definite feeling that the genealogy of this family consists mainly of all females except the Scotsman, myself and the little boy....pretty weird and quite impossible?).
After our chat a familiar great aunt on my Mum’s side of the family announces that it is time to go to a nice café for a cup of coffee and something to eat, most unusually she is speaking in German to the rest of the other ladies (in reality none of my family are from Germany or speak German) I try to understand what it was she was saying but it was too fast and very fluently spoken.
We all carry on our way (the whole outing has a wonderful family atmosphere about it, very special). We come to a very fancy coffee shop something like a Starbucks where they do special coffee and cakes. We all head inside where one of the women (a female who seemed to be a composite of my wife and Mum) orders cakes and coffee for us all.
Whilst at the self service area I ask my wife/Mum character to purchase me two books that I see on the counter that are on display and for sale. The composite woman adds the books to the tray and goes to pay for them at the till with the rest of the cakes and drinks. Both books looked similar much taller than they are wide (kind of like a restaurant menu), chunky and thick and bound in a rubbery matt black material.
The first book is about boots and the right kind of boot to wear around London (fashion wise but also for comfort too), its something like a guide book to shoe shops in London too, on the front cover is a pair of very tall Dr. Marten style boots.
The second book is almost identical to the other but is about creating ones own Website. This book also doubles as a map, something along the lines of a London Underground map, in fact there seems to be a strong link between the World Wide Web book (or webs in general) and maps or routes.
I’m handed a kind of flapjack or cereal bar and take my drink over to a large set of tables that have all been pushed together to accommodate the very large family (there is a very jovial and chatty female atmosphere at the table).
I see that the little boy that I am taking care of has gone over to a special display near the shop front window. This display is very intriguing, it consists of a tall square table (not very wide though) which has a giant hunk of pink translucent hard candy which has lots of flaked almonds embedded inside it.
This special display is intended for children who visit the café to go and take a piece of candy by using a small toffee hammer situated near to the display (this candy display feature reminded me or seemed to have some parallels with the ice cream factory at Pizza Hut (although in my dream the candy jewel mountain was free).
I watch as the little boy I’m with struggles to chip off a piece of the brittle candy with a small tea spoon. Just then a large aggressive and very obese man stomps over to the candy crystal mountain with his son and barges my little boy out of the way. I can’t believe what I see and launch myself up out of my seat and get ready to really lay into the bully, I rage at the man and he instantly backs down. I have thoughts of beating the living daylights out of the man but decide to take the small boy in my hand and head back to the table with the rest of the relatives.
We spend a considerable time in the café drinking, chatting and having a good time before we all decide to leave. We all get into a very large vehicle something like a cross between a London cab and a limousine, it may even be being driven by one of my female relatives either way it is very nice to be sat at the back and not have to do any of the driving.
I gather that we are driving to a record shop something like a Virgin Megastore, I ask my wife/mother character (this composite makes me quite confused at this point as I try to differentiate who she is) to hand me my shopping satchel as I’d like to have a quick browse at my books and organise my bag. I look inside my bag and see that it is full of lots of things that I have bought on our outing.
I also see what looks like a large packet of blank compact discs (which also happen to resemble a large packet of pocket handkerchiefs). I realise that if I enter into the record store with the blank CD’s they might think I’ve shoplifted them so I organise them in my bag in advance so that this won’t happen.