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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
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
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.
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.
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Daytime and a short dream where I find myself out at sea watching an Aesop’s like tale about a sea salmon and a crab. The lowly crab helps the noble salmon by picking small parasites from its body, the drama seems metaphorical somehow like a fable.
Thoughts: I can’t really say what this dream means perhaps something to do with the unconscious
although I was left with the impression that it definitely carries a meaning of some sort a bit like a
parable. All of last night’s dreams were quite vivid and I was surprised by my recall as I haven’t been
feeling very well the past day or two, the final dream I had last night also contained animals too.
Dream 1: Raising the roof – It is late evening time and I find myself inside an old stone barn that was a
part of my childhood home, this barn appears to be a new home for my wife and I. The barn needs a
great deal of work doing to it as it currently just a large littered open space, the walls look quite good
and are a rustic white with medieval style wrought iron lit candelabras. My wife asks me if we will be
able to have a second floor created upstairs, it doesn’t look possible to me though but I still take out a
tape measure to check the height from the floor up to the current ceiling. After checking the
measurements I explain it won’t be possible as both floors would end up having impractically low
ceilings so it will be better to keep just one large room with a high ceiling. I also add as if to back up
my story that the task involved in fitting new joists for an upstairs floor would entail a huge amount of
work and would necessitate taking the barn to pieces stone by stone which seems pointless to me. I
continue to go about my work and with a broom I sweep out a lot of organic matter such as leaves and
dump it on the other side of the road near the hedge, after I’ve done this I wonder if somebody will
come and complain to me for leaving the old vegetation lying there.
Dream 2: Covering a cupboard door – Daytime and I find myself at an unfamiliar version of the place
where I work in waking life I’m walking around looking for a small piece of particle board in order to
cover a cupboard door with. I note that I’m dressed quite casually in an indigo coloured t-shirt it would
appear that I’m too casually dressed as a top manager walks past me and gives me a very sharp and
mean glare as if he disapproves immensely of my clothing. The casual clothing seemed okay at first but
now arrangements at work appear to have been made much stricter in all regards. I wander out into a
corridor where I see some men in white overalls renovating the hallway, I watch as one man puts
together a scaffolding framework I watch lucidly as he uses a gravely cement to put the frame together
which strikes me as most unusual. Amongst their many sheets of particle board I find a small trapezoid
shaped scrap which seems perfect for the cupboard door I want to cover. I go back into the office area
and crouch down and somehow manage to glue it onto the cupboard door (the task in itself seems
pointless to me in waking but that’s what I was doing in the dream so I guess it has some sort of a
meaning). When I get up from the work I look out of the windows and see that it is raining, in fact it is
really hammering down creating a watery blur of the scenery outdoors.
Dream 3: Mario the bear – Evening time and I find myself find myself in the slightly creepy house of an
unfamiliar kooky family of a mother, father, daughter and son. I’m made aware that the daughter and
son are involved in some kind of strange incestuous relationship I watch as they perform oral sex on
one another the purpose of which seems to be to do with cleansing, in fact I watch as they take a bath
together and continue their ritual. Much later I’m taken to the swimming pool in my childhood
hometown by the eerie family, we all enter the pool and go under the water, we stand at the bottom of
the pool watching the bathers above us through an unpleasant cloudy yellow water which can only be
described as looking like urine. I drift away from the strange family when I notice that there are
animals floating in the pool up above, I float up to the surface where I see two lifeless camels floating
on their sides in the pool. I then paddle down to the shallows where I’m met by the startling sight of a
huge bear walking upright back and forth in the shallow end, a swimming pool attendant explains that
these creatures represent some kind of cruel entertainment for the people who come to swim at the
pool (some sort of vague parallel between the animals and inflatable amusements). I see that the bear
has been dressed in human clothing something like a lumberjack might wear and I also notice that all
of the huge beasts fur has been removed leaving it with an uncanny human appearance. It is also
impressed upon me that the bear’s claws have been pulled out so as to prevent it from harming
anybody swimming at the pool, something which must have caused the bear extreme pain I imagine.
Suddenly the bear speaks to me which causes me a great deal of shock and surprise, the bear
introduces himself as Mario and asks me in a deep despondent melancholy voice if I could wipe the
steam and condensation from the swimming pool windows as that is the only little pleasure he has now
to watch the world pass by outside the window. I want to help this sad creature so I go over to the
window and wipe the condensation away. I look outside and see that it is night time and snowing. (The
last part of this dream affected me a lot emotionally for some reason and as it was the last dream I had
before waking up I really felt very emotional almost tearful for some strange reason at the bears
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It’s night time and my wife has decided that she wants a large crèche built in a room at the rear of our
large and unusual (dream) house (its something like a departure and pick up point for a large chilled
food distributor??). My wife goes out shopping and leaves the builders alone and unsupervised with this
huge renovation and creation task.
In the meantime I’m already away from the house and out shopping for watches* in the town (but I’m
aware of my wife’s plans and what she wants doing). I’m in one shop, which is like a kind of catalogue
shop where items are ordered downstairs and then brought to the customers from a warehouse at the
I realise that I have an incredible amount of money on me, I draw my hands from my pockets and see
two or three rolled up wads of paper notes, the rolls of money must have the diameter of a coffee mug.
Not only am I fortunate to have the money but I also seem to have an almost limitless supply of
vouchers to spend in the shop too.
I can’t really seem to decide what to spend the money and vouchers on though. Up to this point I’ve
been viewing wristwatches in a cabinet they are quite nice but nothing really catches my eye. I consider
buying a games console too but this doesn’t really attract my attention either. Its almost as if I have all
of this money but nothing to really spend it on.
Suddenly I realise that there is something wrong back at our house concerning the builders my wife has
employed. I rush back home and suddenly find myself in what appears to be a large hospital. I rush
down a very wide long corridor pushing the heavy plastic hospital doors inward as I rush through the
building to get home.
I arrive back home to find a huge group of people consisting of both men and women. They are all
stealing our belongings, mainly the chilled goods and in particular long filleted pieces of fresh fish like
cod and salmon. I watch in disbelief as they carry the very long pieces of fish out before me right under
I realise that the people who my wife thought she had hired were builders are in fact gypsies. I see that
their leader is a kind of gypsy queen (who also happens to be a female colleague from my place of
work). The huge group of people (perhaps 50, 60 or more) are quite friendly and don’t think they are
doing anything wrong.
The head female gypsy queen is very bossy though and orders all of her friends around, everyone
respects and looks up to her though. I don’t dislike the people but I definitely want them to stop what
they are doing and to return all of our belongings back from the huge trucks and lorries that they are
loading them into.
The situation seems to be a bit out of control and nobody pays any attention to me, nobody is abusive
or aggressive but the just carry on with their pilfering. I try to call my wife thinking that she could have
a word with them and sort this problem out but my mobile phone doesn’t work properly and seems to
be locked with a password.
I’ve had enough and decide to be a bit assertive and firm with them all. I raise my voice and tell them
all that they have to stop what they are doing, they protest a little but listen to me, I begin to kick them
all out of the house. Two of the gypsies pass me with a very long silver platter with a cooked salmon on
As they pass me I put my hand down and take a piece of cooked salmon and pop it into my mouth and
eat it. The salmon is delicious and has been cooked to perfection. I feel a slight twinge of guilt about
being so strict and stern and call out them all “Look, you’re all really excellent cooks and your salmon is
baked to perfection but you’re also a bunch of thieves”.
Just as they are packing up to leave my wife turns up, I tell her about what has been going on and
show her the mess, muddles, theft and general havoc that’s happened whilst she was out.
Later on in a street which looks like one in my old childhood hometown I see a woman that resembles a
mixture of an aunt that I rarely dream of and a sister-in-law that I also don’t dream of so often. This
composite person appears to be pushing and trying to bump start their car in the street and then hop
inside it whilst it rolls along the road.
A short while later I find myself sat at a table with a nephew (he is the son of the sister-in-law part of
the composite person I saw pushing the car). My nephew is stuck with some kind of school homework, I
sit down to help him with his schoolbooks. I see that he has to write up a short essay about galaxies.
I give my nephew an overview about galaxies, I explain to him (quite convinced of the truth of what I
am saying) that galaxies are basically a vast group of stars with a sun at their core or centre (on
waking I thought that this was a bit odd as I had seemed to describe something more like a solar
system rather than a galaxy?).
Much later and at night time again I find myself walking through sinister and violent feeling streets with
my wife who is also slightly part my Mum too. As we walk along the street together I look down and see
an old axe lying on the sidewalk, unusually the axe head has been broken away from the handle
leaving just the collar or sleeve that originally held it.
We walk and walk and night gradually turns to day. I look at my wife/mum and realise that she has the
air or composure of a sweet innocent child even though she is an adult. She has a small cardboard toy
in her hands. It’s a cheap kind of jigsaw or puzzle that she bought from a shop. The cardboard pieces
came with a small tube of glue.
I see that my wife/mum is stuck and confused about how to piece together and glue the card puzzle. I
gently take the pieces of card from her and help her with the puzzle, it’s relatively easy to construct
and I manage to glue all of the parts together very easily. The object doesn’t seem to be anything in
particular perhaps a small box or a simple animal shape.
We head back to our small apartment, we both decide that we would like to tidy our house, get it all
sorted out and give it a good clean. But unfortunately we won’t have the time as by the time we arrive
back at the flat it is early morning and we will have to get ready and prepared to go back to work.
*I read a good definition of what watches might represent and symbolise in dreams, this interpretation
clicked with me and made a lot of sense about how my life is at the moment: “Seeing or wearing a
watch in your dream, suggests that you need to be more carefree and spontaneous. You are feeling
limited and constrained. Seeing a broken watch in your dream indicates that you are unsure of your
own feelings or how to express yourself. You are experiencing an emotional standstill”. From