Date of dream: Thursday, December 25, 2008
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness: 
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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It is daytime, the weather is fine with clouds moving quickly in strong offshore breeze, I
instinctively know that I am in Italy (just like in my other dreams from this night).
I find myself at the seaside walking down onto a peaceful beach accompanied by the top manager from
my place of work. As we pass down through two large grass tufted sand dunes in the direction of a
large white wooden beach cabin I see that the sand on the beach is beautiful, fine and very soft.
Although we don’t speak there is something of a shared ‘knowing’ between the manager and myself
concerning the relevance of the sand and the meaning of the dream.
I crouch down and pick up a handful of sand and see that it isn’t quite as fine as I had first
thought I find one or two shards of light caramel colored flint like crystals amongst the grains.
Regardless of the crystal like shards the positivity of the sand overall is incredibly uplifting and
encouraging and I know deep down inside that it will only be a matter of time now before the sea
wears down these last few shards of crystal turning them into soft sand and creating a perfect beach.
Additional Comments:
Thoughts: This felt like a really positive and great dream and might represent a shift (the sand) in my way of thinking or of seeing things, particularly in regards to my rational side (the sand) and the emotional side (the sea). I have read that the beach represents a place of transition between the physical and the spiritual. The sea I guess is already complete (or sort of is what it is) and may represent god or the all that is, but the not quite yet refined sand may represent me or the physical portion of god a little like how some religions symbolically refer to the sea as god with all streams and rivers flowing into it, in this view maybe the grains of sand on the beach represent aspects or facets of the self that are being polished and refined by through the action of the sea.
Dream 1: Italian earth, water, air & fire – I am visiting Italy with my wife on some kind of vacation, my wife waits at the hotel and tells me to take what turns out to be something of a magical mystery tour on a double decker bus by myself. I sit on the top open deck of the bus and am driven down the street, the journey in the unusual vehicle feels a little queasy and unnerving but also quite fun and different to anything I’ve tried before. As we travel down the street the ‘ride’ transforms into something of an invisible rollercoaster or tram ride where I find myself suspended high in the air travelling forwards as if sat in an invisible chair. I enter a large grand museum and am maneuvered about the various rooms high up in the air almost at ceiling level, I see many artifacts and relics and just before the ride comes to an end my invisible moving chair brings me very close to a large painted wooden ships female figurehead, in fact I feel I almost bump into it such is my closeness. The ride comes to an end and I am delivered into the museums gift shop, I look at a rack of gift cards with the intention of choosing one for my wife. The cards all have an astrology theme and I look for a card with my wife’s sun sign on it but I soon discover that that all of the various water signs have been grouped together onto one card, the card I look at is blue and has all three water signs on it Cancer, Scorpio and Pisces with simple paper cutouts of the various creatures on a watery background (as have the other elements all been grouped together on a corresponding color fire/orange and red etc.). I pick the blue water card and the make my way back to the hotel where we are staying, I crawl up the narrow, tight and claustrophobic pine wooden stairs (the walls and ceiling of this narrow passageway are also clad in pine too) and then eventually manage to squeeze into my room where wife is waiting for me.
Dream 2: Italian requisition – It is night time and I find myself living at the nun’s convent where I went to primary school, it would appear to be my home. The interior is very rundown, drab and neglected. I am accompanied by another person, a female I feel but who I cannot identify who shares the property with me. The actor Al Pacino visits the convent in the guise of a gangster, he explains that he wants to (or is going to) requisition my ‘house’ for the next few days at the bequest of some kind of mob in order to carry out some kind of big ‘job’. I seem to be willing or have no real choice in the matter so agree to what he wants, as we talk I go over to a grotty sink under a windowsill something like where a photographer might develop film but which has been abandoned for years and tinker with a small hand held angle grinder. The tool disintegrates into pieces in my hands and falls into some water on the draining board, I panic as there is a danger of an electrical shock as the live cables fall into some water. Later on I am invited to the remote island retreat of the top gang boss, he cannot leave the island nor do much from his captivity without the help of his gangster friends, he lives in luxury but is also ironically a prisoner of his own celebrity or notoriety. There is a big meeting to arrange money and taxes with all of his gangster cohorts, as all of the gangsters are invited into the bosses mansion in order to discuss there affairs, and as I watch remotely from a distance I see the tall muscly actor Pat Roach (he played the part of a rival in the first three of the Indiana Jones films and one of the Conan the Barbarian films too I think) approach the door in order to go inside with the rest of the other gangsters but he is suddenly stopped at the door and stabbed multiple times and killed by Al Pacino, I am made aware that he has been knocked off because of his close connections with his mother which are seen as being un-gang member like. A further purging of the gang subsequently takes place where other unworthy gangsters are separated out from the rest of the clique.
Date of dream: Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Level of Lucidity:
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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(A really wonderful dream). Daytime and I find myself on a pebbly beach in Italy somewhere, the
weather is windy and a little grey but very pleasant nonetheless.
I am accompanied on the beach by my wife and there are also some other peoples a short distance away
to my right, these small groups of two or three are being instructed in the techniques of paragliding.
I myself have a paragliding parachute with me too and am teaching myself how to use it or perhaps
that should be more that I have taught myself how to use it as I already appear to be quite adept
and accomplished in using it to take flight.
The fact that I have taught myself how to fly fills me with a wonderful sense of pride and
achievement, a special kind of becoming.
With the help of the wind I lift the canopy way up over my head filling the vent like cells with
air, I maneuver my controls and get swept up off the beach way high up into the sky, the sensation
is unimaginably pleasurably, utterly thrilling and completely liberating.
I hear my wife calling up to me in a panicky worried voice, she hollers up to me in a wavering and
wobbly distant way “You are 500 feet off the ground, you are 500 feet off the ground!” I reply “I
know and it’s wonderful!” adding so as to put my wife’s mind at ease “Don’t worry I’m fine!”
I then proceed to steer my parachute out to sea, the feelings, sights and sensations make me feel
very tingly and excited inside, the sea is beautifully calm and I have the sudden and profound
realization and understanding that the sea no longer contains any monsters, dangers or threatening
creatures for me anymore and I can therefore land my parachute softly in the sea and then swim back
to shore and practice my flying all over again and to my hearts content.
Additional Comments:
Thoughts: I really enjoyed this dream so much and really felt in control, I think the dream has come about through some intense psychological sort of soul searching and attempts at personal development particularly in regards to changing old unhelpful patterns of thought and ways of thinking. The dreams message is probably simple in that the dream represents a kind of freedom where I had previously felt constrained (subconsciously, psychologically and emotionally perhaps as indicated by the symbolism of being above the now calm and unthreatening sea).
Dream 1: God – (An early in the night space/void dream, very abstract but deeply profound). I find myself in velvety blackness a kind of space but with no stars more of a void, there are various contradictions about my situation. I feel like I am travelling at light speed and yet I am also not moving but am motionless and fixed to one point, distance is difficult to ascertain the space I occupy is both infinite and yet enveloped. As I ‘travel’ without travelling I see a white point of light way off in the distance, a star I assume. The star is approaching me (it didn’t feel as if I were approaching it, so I assume I was not actually moving). As the star or sun gets closer it begins to take shape and the form begins to look something like a leaf, the shape is approaching at a rapid speed like a train approaching silently on invisible perfectly straight train tracks. Suddenly the image is upon me and broaches right up to my....I was going to face but I was bodiless so more my point of vision really. The image is familiar to me it’s a paper cut out from a book on medieval alchemy I have and depicts a hermaphrodite figure half King and Queen divided symmetrically on the vertical axis. The image doesn’t speak to me at least not literally as it is somewhat two-dimensional just as if it had been a picture cut out from a book but its meaning is profoundly apparent, I simply but numinously realize that god (or at least my version of god) means mutual respect and a perfect balance between man and woman.
Dream 3: Last of the feminine fuel – Late afternoon and I find myself at an unfamiliar petrol station, I wait outdoors on the forecourt as I have a previously arranged rendezvous with a dream male who is meant to meet me here (this person is vaguely familiar to me in the dream but not in waking). I ponder the purpose of our meeting which is to discuss how we both wear women’s clothing (in waking life I have no such pastime, the clothing probably refers to its symbolic function, i.e. clothing as persona I feel). I expect the man to arrive dressed as a woman but when he does eventually turn up I see that he is dressed just like a regular guy in jeans, t-shirt and jacket. We briefly chat and I realize that we have both come to the end of a cycle or period in our lives that has been exhausted. We both walk away from the petrol station, moving on, going our separate ways and feeling reborn.
Dream 4: A gentlemanly Italian toilet – Daytime and I would appear to be in Italy again, I find myself having just entered a public toilet. The white tiled convenience has an old fashioned and what I can only describe as possessing a mature gentlemanly air about it, it is the type of toilet I can imagine having an attendant who provides clientele with simple services such a brushing down of ones clothes, offering cologne and general small talk. I enter a toilet cubicle more as if to inspect it and see if it is to my liking (?), the toilet is very clean and well kept but quite unfussy in a male sort of way and has once again what I can only describe as a rather gentlemanly antique wooden toilet paper dispenser, I put my hand inside the wooden box and feel about and am satisfied to find toilet paper waiting for anyone who should happen to need the toilet. It’s definitely a toilet I feel comfortable in and happy to use (?).
Dream 5: Dialogue with a dying devil – I have been summoned to a mausoleum (a recurring feature of my dreams at the moment) by the devil himself. On entry I see a smart looking man with blond locks dressed in a smart white suit, he looks like a previous incarnation of the devil archetype who appeared in past dreams but who also looks like an actor called Matthew McConaughey (I know next to nothing about this actor and only saw him very briefly on the TV the other evening in one of my wife’s television soap operas, my subconscious appears to have picked him out for reasons which are probably obvious, I don’t know what the show was called but he played a kind of sex crazed business executive trying to seduce a lady). The devil calls me over to a marble tomb which doubles as a desk, he appears to be gravely ill and lies atop the dusty desktop. The devil appears to be at deaths door, he beckons me over and weakly holds and draws me close to him. He thanks me in a dramatic sort of way for helping to fulfill some sort of strange quest he set me a long time ago which seemed to involve discovering and learning more about women or perhaps more specifically the feminine nature (?). The devil begins to calcify, solidifying and transforms into a marble statue lying atop of the tomb, the mausoleum suddenly begins to tremble and shudder with cracks appearing up the walls and dust and plaster falling inwards from the miniature vaulted ceiling. I make a quick run for the portal which leads out before the entire structure collapses in on itself.
Date of dream: Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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It is daytime and I find myself living as a native on an extremely remote conical shaped lush
mountainous Polynesian island way out in the vast infinite ocean.
The island has been thrown into chaos in the form of many natural disasters, up until now none of
the islanders including myself realized it but our island is in fact a giant volcano poking up
from the depths of the sea.
The volcano has awoken and is the cause of the recent calamities the volcano is in the process of
spewing out a hailstorm of huge volcanic rocks which rain down for miles around, the volcano’s
wrath is tremendous and its energy is literally blowing the entire island to smithereens.
I sense that it is only a short matter of time perhaps only days before the volcano explodes and
when it does I feel certain that its force will be so great that it will literally destroy itself
and everything living upon it and disappear out of existence.
As frightening as conditions are on the volcanic island I realize that the islands self-
destruction is actually a good thing and I look forward with a strange kind of relish to the day
when the volcano finally erupts and obliterates itself out of existence.
Additional Comments:
Thoughts: Although this dream probably seems ominous it was actually quite positive regardless of the chaos, I think that the symbolism represents something personal, internal and psychology as opposed to any kind of outward frustrations or anger in my external waking life. I’ve read that to dream of a volcano erupting can represent a breaking into consciousness of repressed urges, fears, terrors, or even insights and healing, the healing aspect of which can be disturbing as well as cathartic. Both the Polynesian theme and the symbol of an island are both concepts that have been recurring in my dreams many times over the past few weeks and months.
Dream 2: The Bold and the Beautiful....and the breasts – (Just as a warning this dream contains some bizarre imagery). I find myself immersed in one of my wife’s television soap operas I am with a small group of male and female antagonists who belong to the same family, we are rushing to a hospital where we have heard that one of the female characters from the rival family has just given birth to a baby. The group of people I am with (myself included) don’t think that the woman was in a fit state to have a child as we thought she was mentally troubled, we are all very angry about this and rush to the hospital to confront her and tell her off (?). When we arrive into the small maternity ward we see the lady who has recently given birth leaning over the cot which holds her baby, she has her back to us and appears to perhaps be sobbing or weeping over her newborn, her long brown straggly hair seems to convince us of her insanity and we go over to confront her and launch into our verbal tirade. But just before we do this the doctor who delivered her baby enters the room, he has a wild otherworldly glassy eyed expression on his face, he tells us that we have it all wrong and that the mother of the new born isn’t mad at all and is quite sane and with that the lady stands up from the baby’s bed and turns to her left where we all see that her louse is unbuttoned and her large breasts are exposed. (Without trying to sound vulgar and just trying to explain the feelings from within the dream....) the woman’s breasts and particularly her nipples (on which a lot of emphasis was put on in the dream) appear extremely inviting and not just to me but to the other men and women who are with me and the doctor too. The group I am with including the doctor wish to suckle on the woman’s breasts and she seems to know this too, so as if inviting us and somehow demonstrating some kind of feminine power to nourish and nurture the woman squeezes one of her breasts and a trickle of milk squirts out.
