Lucid Intent? No
This dream has been viewed 3175 times.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.