Date of dream: Saturday, December 06, 2008
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness: 
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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In a vaguely ‘dream imitating waking life’ sort of way my holiday to visit my family (which is
something I am currently doing in waking life as well as in this dream) has made me feel depressed
and anxious.
My wife prescribes a large poached salmon cutlet which once eaten she says will ease my worries
and help to heal my depression. I take the plate from my wife and see that the square piece of
cooked pink salmon has a long ginger neatly combed beard attached to it (??). I’m not sure how my
wife expects me to eat the salmon as the hairy beard would be most unpalatable and stick in my
throat.
A small elderly cheery old seadog type with a weathered and lined face joins us and tells me
wisely that the salmon as medicine is the salmon of knowledge.
Additional Comments:
Thoughts: I feel that this dream is most probably linked to some supplements I was taking not so long back but which I fell out of the habit of taking, the capsules contained an Omega 3 fatty acid called EPA (Eicosapentaenoic acid) which are meant to be very good for ones mood, mental wellbeing, cognitive ability and also against depression too. Salmon in particular is a very rich source of this oil so my dream may be trying to give me hint to start taking it again, I did find that the capsules worked wonders when I first started taking them so I think I shall try and get back into the routine of taking them again.
Dream 1: How to handle hot coals – Daytime and I find myself back at the factory where I worked about 10 years ago, the inside of the factory looks quite different though something like a cross between a very large old stone barn and a coal yard with a very lumpy sloping uneven floor. As I set about doing the very laborious work I realise that I am not qualified to carry out many of the various jobs that working in the factory entails. The barn is divided into different sections and each area has a sign or panel displayed on the wall indicating the qualifications needed to perform the task associated with that zone. I see that I am unqualified to work in the area where I currently am (a sloping area of coal dust and lumps of coal) so I stand by a moment to watch a fellow worker to see what his particular role involves. I observe as the colleague picks up a huge armful of glowing orange scorchingly hot coals, the fact that the work colleague does this without coming to harm doesn’t cross my mind for a moment but I do reflect and wonder if in this factory it is possible to melt iron into a liquid like is possible at a foundry.
Dream 2: Blues kisses – Daytime and my wife are driving through France on a long journey we are travelling to America which in my dream on the map is somewhere east near to the border with Germany. As we enter into America the ‘feel’ changes and everything feels very American (or what I imagine as feeling like America and American), we drive deeper and deeper in an inward sort of way to America there was something very inward about this travelling as if journeying to what felt like the heart of America but in deep inner core sort of way (very hard to put this sensation into words, like travelling as far inward as possible before travelling on through to the other side, a bit like the centre of the earth only not inside by outside). The deeper and farther we go the darker it becomes and we begin to see frightening gangs hanging about on street corners, my fear is allayed slightly because deep down I feel that all humans are good (these strange feelings were almost certainly brought about by a very upsetting documentary I saw on television the previous evening). We keep on driving through the night and find ourselves even deeper into America, as morning breaks we find ourselves in what I would describe as ‘Blues’ country (in my dream this equated to somewhere in the south of America) in a wild countryside setting we stop at a road side shack where some unfamiliar people give us a grey plastic cassette tape (the kind which used to be used for music and recording onto) the cassette is a big feature of the dream and very vivid (a lot of attention was focused on this item and I recall looking at it for what seemed like some considerable time), the cassette looks cheaply manufactured because I note that when the plastic was formed in the injection mould the plasticky swarf was never removed and the tape now has a certain roughness or un-finishedness about it, I don’t play the tape but I am aware that the cassette contains some form of spoken word religious gospel. We get back into the car after stopping to see the (white) people and continue driving, we drive deeper and deeper still until eventually we cannot go any deeper its as if we have reached the absolute centre of my dream version of America. We or perhaps now I as I am now alone get out of the car and walk over to a remote wooden building which looks partly like a church and partly like somebody’s house. I walk on inside and see a gathering of black people all standing about expectantly as if waiting for somebody to turn up, just then a black man enters who is roughly my age I immediately feel a dualism with this character and although I watch detachedly I am also he. The young man is something of a biblical prodigal son who has returned to his family and particularly his father after being in something of a wilderness for many lost years. The outer family is joyful and singing praises for his return but the father is terribly emotional and weeps and sobs uncontrollably, it would appear the son is somehow stronger for his exile and now recognizes he has surpassed his father, but the man still has humility and is still respectful and honors his father and embraces him lovingly. The father and son kiss one another on the lips without tilting their heads to the side, it is a very brief unusual sort of kiss and nothing sexual at all about it (almost a symbolic peck), they do this twice more and it seems spine tinglingly meaningful and full of strange power.
Dream 3: Wild uncle rebuilds a van for my wife – In a dim almost subterranean cloistered brick pit stop like row of garages I meet an uncle (he is a mechanic and is the father of the wild cousin I dream of very often, he himself was very wild too). There is a lot of busyness and activity in the rows of adjoining garages and I see that my uncle is incredibly hard working he is currently working on a van which looks very much like the Mystery Machine from the Scooby Doo cartoons. The van belongs to my wife and was in need of repair, I asked my uncle if when he had spare moments between the rest of his jobs if he could get it up and running again my uncle obliged but I sense a tiny hint of annoyance on his part as if I were bothering him. My uncle explains that there was quite a lot of work and he had to rebuild the engine and take the head off the block by removing rivets that had gone rusty I’m impressed with the work as it looks like brand new. I add the finishing touch to my wife’s van by sticking a furry pink decal inside the vehicle near the front on the dash board, the stickers message is quite explicit and boasts something about the power of female sexuality (the sticker vaguely read something like ‘Pussy Power’ in a dynamic leaning futuristic type font) the decal’s furry flock like texture seems to emphasis the sexual nature of its message. My uncle has finished his work for the day and picks up his jacket and heads off outdoors to leave, on his way out he teases me by name in a macho sort of way before getting into a sporty little red hatchback car. Before tearing off into the distance in a cloud of smoke my uncle proudly boasts to me that he tuned up his car and now it pumps out 210 horse power, the car is now a real little sportster but I wonder why my uncle who is quite well off didn’t buy a real super car, I sense that it has something to do with some kind of monetary restrictions or obligations imposed on him due to the divorce he went through with my aunt. After my uncle tears off and drives through an arched tunnel and bridge in the distance I prepare myself to leave by getting into my wife’s van and driving it back to her, as I head off I see my aunt (the mechanic uncle’s ex-wife) she looks quite terse with pursed lips and squinting eyes at me, there is definitely tension here. As I go to drive off I realize that the van is so tightly parked in the pit stop cubicle that it’s almost impossible to drive out of without causing damage by scraping against the walls, I realize that if I do manage to get the van out of the tight space (as a last resort I feel I may even have to knock down one of the garages walls to leave) then I won’t ever be able to come back here to park (In fact I’m not even sure how the van managed to get into such a tight space in the first place....but maybe that’s a part of the dreams message) so from now on the van will have to be parked outside.
Date of dream: Friday, May 16, 2008
Level of Lucidity:
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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(This startling dream was preceded by a vision like scene of a man or more exactly a poacher wading in a large lake with a peculiar fishing rod. The rod was regular except at the end where it was joined with another fishing rod which was attached horizontally at its end. The rod essentially looked like the letter “T” and from this horizontal bar were attached many lines and lures, it would appear that by using this peculiar rod the poacher wanted to multiply his chances of catching something).
Anyway on with the dream proper….
It is night time and I find myself floating out at sea beneath a stormy black sky I would estimate that I am roughly a kilometer from the shoreline. I am treading water whilst I hold a large garden rake. The unwieldy garden implement has a very wide combed head and in an abstract way almost immediately reminds me of the peculiar fishing rod from the previous prologue.
I am using the large garden rake to try and catch fish out of the water just as if it were an odd sort of net, fishing like this is very tricky but I do eventually manage to catch something.
I drag the rake up from the dark water and see that I have caught a baby basking shark, I hold the large fish in my forearms and watch as it flaps about very languidly. I can immediately tell that the poor creature is extremely unwell and sickly, it’s skin is black and slimy and it seems to be diseased in someway. I feel terribly sad and helpless as I tread water holding the docile baby fish.
Suddenly I feel my self hoisted up out of the water in one powerful swoop, I look up and see a small sinewy man who is older than me he looks like a Scottish version of Popeye the sailor man, he has a wiry ginger beard and similar hair poking out from beneath his sou'wester he even has an corn cob pipe jutting out from his closed chiseled mouth.
The old sea dog must have incredible strength to have plucked me out of the water as he did with one arm. He dumps me into his small row boat and I soon gather that the old sailor is a kind of warden or game keeper for these waters. He is incredibly angry with me for what I was doing and really gives me what for, he isn’t abusive but shouts at me and really tells me off I feel quite frightened in a childish sort of way and also a little guilty too.
The man takes me ashore and continues to give me a real telling off the sailor or fisherman has an unusual little cottage on the beach which is also a strange kind of lighthouse. The angry man goes inside his cottage and comes back out with a thick length of wet rope, I realize that he is going to give me the lash so I cower down to protect myself.
I can hear the man’s shouting and anger become softer and less agitated and it soon tapers off into a incoherent mutter, I turn to look at him and see that he has come over all compassionate and isn’t going to give me a thrashing after all, this is a very surprising show of emotions especially for such a manly man as he.
He apologizes awkwardly to me under his breath and goes to hang the rope back up in the entranceway to his cottage, I realize that deep down he is actually good and kind. I follow after the man and enter his little cottage but see that he has disappeared into thin air.
I push open a wooden door which leads into what I can imagine would be the old sea dog’s simple cozy sitting room, I stand on the threshold of the doorway and see a manager from my place of work approach me from inside the room. Just as the manager approaches me from the front the actress Nicole Kidman walks up to me from behind effectively sandwiching me on the threshold of the door.
Just then another lady walks down a spiral staircase the lady is unfamiliar but I seem to instinctively know that she is the secretary or receptionist of the old sea dog’s, the winding stairs lead up to the top of the lighthouse where she has her office.
The very quiet, prim and proper lady walks over to me and hands me a very old and worn cube shaped antique wooden carriage clock and then proceeds to walk back up the winding stairs the way she came.
I take the unusual wooden relic in both hands and study it curiously analyzing all of its sides, I have the strong urge to open the small rear door of the clock and I sense that Nicole and my manager feel just as compelled to see the antiques inner workings.
Unfortunately there is no key provided with the clock to open the little door, I continue to persist with the object as if I were manipulating some kind of medieval Rubik cube. Slowly but surely the back part of the clock start to disintegrate and I am able to slowly and careful remove the three small slats that hid the internal workings.
It’s at this point that Nicole peers over my shoulder for a closer look to see if she can manage a peek inside the clock yet, as the little pieces of wood fall away from the puzzle Nicole calls out excitedly saying that she thinks she can just glimpse a little girl inside the clock. I wonder what she means as I can’t really see anything yet but I can imagine what she means is that she has seen a miniature porcelain doll hidden away or trapped inside the clock.
As I manipulate the now fragile clock further in my hands more pieces of wood crumble and break away revealing more and more of the internal workings and mechanism.
Suddenly there is a terrifying screechy wailing coming from inside the timepiece, I hear the sound of what I can only imagine is the spirit of a witch living inside the clock, the voice cries out snappily “Who is there? Who is it? What do you want? What are you doing?”
Upon hearing this I let out a petrified cry a kind of childlike “Aieeee!” and eject the terrifying possessed timepiece to the floor as if it were a hot coal.
I just have time to see the wooden clock clatter to the floor before I wake up in a bit of a state.
Additional Comments:
Thoughts: Yet still more clock symbolism, maybe this dream has something to do with the way I’m
perhaps overworking my subconscious at the moment? Perhaps I’m fishing for something that isn’t
there? The sickly basking shark may be a play on words for me to rest, relax and literally bask. The
sailor was curious on one hand he might represent a part of me which is trying to help me by bring me
back to shore and dry land, maybe his show of anger is suggestive of how strongly he feels about how
I am over immersing myself within my subconscious sea? It is interesting that the sailor was a male, I
thought that in this instance this particular role may have only been given to a male dream character as
I can’t imagine a feminine dream character arguing with me when the sea is such a feminine realm and
symbol, this may also be alluded to in the exploration of the old carriage clock too. At first I was
puzzled by why I should have dreamt of the actress Nicole Kidman, I’ve only ever seen one or two of
her movies and those were quite a while ago, after thinking about it for a while the only thing I can
think of and knowing a little of how my subconscious loves word games I would make a wild guess and
say that her relevance is down to her surname. The play on words Kid Man could easily be related to
my own psychological character in certain ways in that I feel am neither one nor the other but a bit of
both I can often be immature in my outlook like a kid but try to be more manly too, the order in which
the words comes Kid then Man also shows something of a progression too and perhaps this is where the
manager comes in who was facing me head on, he perhaps represents a hint to confront this matter
face on and learn to manage things better. The lighthouse receptionist for me represents a higher
anima figure, she is a higher feminine aspect who is in control and can perhaps help shed some light on
an important matter for me, her elevated position in the lighthouse suggests that she represents the
higher logical and reasoning side of the feminine as opposed to the instinctual and emotional inner
womb like subterranean side. The clock is still a bit of a mystery but here is what I think, the drama
had a number of various feminine archetypes all at varying stages of development and all with their
own very specific characters. The feminine side of a man is something I find very intriguing and quite
fascinating but perhaps the mysteries of the feminine aren’t so easily given up. Breaking open the clock
perhaps represents my over eagerness and impatience for knowledge and understanding, perhaps like
in the dream I am on the threshold of some kind of breakthrough in my dream work but the message
seems to be not to rush things. I’m sure the drama has many other meanings I can almost feel that the
clock is something of a multilayered symbol with many facets of meaning, along with the watches it is
fast becoming something one of my most recurring symbols....I’ll have to think lots more about this
dream and what the clocks might possibly mean.
Dream 1: Churchill’s secret – (This dream reflects a part of my working waking life where something
has slightly affected me in a little way at work). I am at work where I see a new work colleague at his
desk looking very flustered and stressed, he has been immediately thrown in at the deep end is
completely lost and on top of this he is being treated very unfairly and harshly by the managers and
people he works with who are all expecting results when he hasn’t even been shown the ropes
properly, he appears very downtrodden and helpless. I decide that I’m going to help him but I have to
do this secretly. I pop out to the shops at lunchtime and buy a very small pocket sized book all about
Winston Churchill, when I return to the office I leave the gift on his unattended desk hoping that he will
pick it up and read it. It’s absolutely imperative that nobody else knows that it was I who bought the
book so I have to hide the receipt. (This situation at work has upset me a little bit as I feel empathy for
him, I try to help him out in anyway I can as he is having such a hard time. The dream may reflect this
waking life drama directly or I guess it may even be about me and not the colleague at all).
Dream 2: Lots of boxer shorts – I find myself in a vaguely familiar large multi-storey department store
I find myself up on one of the top floors where the men’s and ladies clothes are sold. I’ve been brought
here and taken out shopping by a very large group of very animated ladies the shopping excites them
greatly but even more than this, what really seems to make them so happy is the fact they are helping
me to buy boxer shorts, this fussing seems to make them extremely thrilled. In a confused sort of way
I quite enjoy watching the ladies rushing between the shelves and tables of clothes, there is something
extremely feminine about it which is quite innocent. For my part I am completely naked from head to
toe but I don’t feel at all embarrassed by my nudity and feel quite at ease and comfortable, the ladies
fussing and excited haste makes me feel a little disoriented though. The ladies tell me to hold my hands
out and begin to pile lots of pairs of neatly folded boxer shorts onto my forearms, the pile soon
becomes quite high but the ladies continue to excitedly find different pairs of the underwear to add to
the pile. The ladies are kind and good natured and I feel very cared for even though I feel disoriented
and a little confused.
