Sickly sweet sadness.
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Lucid Intent? No
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Daytime and I find myself at a familiar location in my childhood hometown which is situated on a junction or crossroads (this location is meaningful in many ways*).Situated on one corner of the road in an overlaid sort of way is a dream restaurant which has no place there in waking life (the restaurant is almost certainly an Italian one I feel). I am sat outdoors at a veranda with a brother-in-law I admire and many other people who I feel I should know but cannot identify.
We have not long finished eating a main course when the waiters bring each of us out a glass bowl of vanilla ice-cream full of amarena cherries and syrup.
I immediately tuck in only to be immediately repulsed by the unreal and intense sickly sweet sugariness of the dessert. The pudding is so sickly in fact that it makes everyone gag and I feel sure that something went wrong with the recipe and too much sugar was added. I feel that this is an absolute outrage so I head on into the restaurant to have words with the manager.
Once inside I see all of the waiters just lounging around on couches and bamboo summer house sofas with their feet up dozing and lazing, I feel even more angered by this slovenliness but the manager is nowhere to be seen and the staff are completely oblivious to my presence such is their languor.
I go back out to the terrace where my angry emotions are suddenly tipped upside when I see my normally rational and logical brother-in-law sobbing and weeping uncontrollably into his hands, it would appear that whilst I was inside the restaurant my brother-in-law was given the sad news that his grandmother has passed away.
The unfamiliar group of almost faceless dream characters that accompanies us seems confused as to what to do to console my brother-in-law. I suddenly feel very assertive and take control of the situation saying that my brother-in-law needs to be taken to his grandmother’s funeral and so I begin to arrange for this.
But when I turn again to look at my weeping brother-in-law I’m dumbfounded by yet another jarring inconsistency, the brother-in-law has transformed into a work colleague who is absolutely fanatical about cars and who incidentally is Italian, I’m surprised because he is not at all tearful but is very controlled, serious and totally unflustered.
We prepare to set off to the funeral only now with the colleague perhaps more in control than I and totally prepared for the sad occasion. We are taking along with us a terracotta wall plaque in the form of an Argentinean Sun of May sun god symbol which will somehow be important in the funerary and burial ceremony.
Additional Comments:
Thoughts: *This location is at a junction where (as I was sat with my dream view at the restaurant) to my left is a road leading to old my primary school and the convent where the nuns lived and beyond this my childhood home, to my right leads to the town centre, directly opposite to me is a tennis club, behind me leads to a park and just in front to my right is an island in a fork in the road where a pub is (which I used to dream of a great deal in the past but not since many years now) and where I sometimes went to play pool and darts with some childhood friends, the pubs name is probably meaningful at some level too I feel. I can only think that this dream is somehow about how I felt that eating lots of sugary chocolates and cakes just recently made me feel sickly and was the cause of me being quite ill for a couple of days, the crossroads may represent a decision point, the grandmother figure may relate to how my own grandmother has diabetes and is no longer allowed to eat chocolates and cakes, the brother-in-law represents a side of me that I am perhaps letting down and the car crazy colleague symbolizes the drive needed to overcome such cravings. I’m not really sure if that is the reason for this dream but it’s all I can think of for the moment.Dream 2: Clutching at Straws – I’m sat leaning to my left side on the floor of the bedroom in the house I grew up in as a young teen, I have my music cassettes on the floor about me and am sorting through them. I pick one cassette box up which contains music by my favorite teenage band, when I open the case I see that the last time I listened to it I must have played this cassette only halfway through and then stopped it, ejected it and then placed it back into the case as both spools contain exactly the same amount of wound tape. I decide to put the cassette into my music player to see where it will start off from. The music starts with a song I’ve never heard before and I wonder if it might be a sort of mystery or secret track I’d never noticed before, as I continue to listen to the music the video for the enigmatic song fades in over my field of vision. I’m now stood in a black and white outdoor scene on a grassy green with tall palm trees in the background I seem to instinctively know that I am in a Polynesian country. The lead singer of the band stands in the middle of the park singing his song with touching lyrics (in the dream the lyrics evoked strong emotions in me but on waking they seemed trite, clichéd and self-immersive or wallowing in self pity). The singer who unusually is the vocalist who replaced the later departed lead singer of this band but not before this album was made is singing about “Standing in the rain” and “Standing all alone”. I watch as the singer sings in a sun shower of heavy raindrops and as the song reaches something of a halfway crescendo the video goes into slow-motion and I see lots of Polynesian teenage schoolboys dressed in very smart school uniforms and blazers playing rough and tumble with one another and make boyish rugby tackles on one another for fun all about the morose lead singer as he sings.
