Date of dream: Wednesday, January 09, 2008
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I find myself at the foot of a sloping garden stood directly in front of one end of a fence which splits the
garden in two with one half to my left, the other to my right and with me in the middle. The scene is
slightly reminiscent of a part of my great grandmother’s garden.
The scenery is hyperreal and glows with an inner light the right hand side of the garden is owned by a
man who I sense is roughly in his late 50’s or 60’s. He is a beekeeper and his garden is given over to
lots of bee hives, I watch him dressed in his white clothes as he cares for the bees.
The left hand side of the garden is full of lots of beautiful flowers I watch as a woman who also appears
to be in her late 50’s or 60’s kneels down and tends to her flowers and plants. The woman is dressed
for gardening in Wellington boots, trousers, gloves and a summer hat.
As I watch the scene detachedly I notice that the lady’s flowers are pushing through the gaps in the
fence as if trying to seek out some attention in the man’s garden, likewise the bee’s from the man’s
garden occasionally drift over into the lady’s garden to visit the flowers.
I realize that both the neighbors actually represent god. In my dream this realization is contrary to the
old stereotypical version of god as being an old man with a huge white beard dressed in white robes
and sitting on a cloud, here god is a male and female couple a bit like a husband and wife.
There seems to be a little coldness between the man and woman its nothing serious its just that they
don’t seem to talk with one another and keep to each others side of the garden. I watch as one of the
man’s bee’s drifts over into the lady’s garden and stings her on the forearm and then drops to the
ground dead.
The lady looks a little annoyed and seems to blame the man for the bee sting, the bee wasn’t being
intentional malicious and at one level the sting even seemed to represent a sexual encounter.
Both the tiny wound in the woman’s arm and the bee’s little stinger appear to symbolize male and
female genitalia. I watch as the tiny thorn like stinger drops from the woman’s puncture wound to the
ground.
Additional Comments:
Interpretation: This dream seems to be following on from some other recent dreams with a spiritual
theme, the drama seems to be emphasizing attempts at harmonizing the masculine and feminine
elements. The dream also seemed quite positive to me and its meaning appears quite clear so I can’t
think of any more to add, save for that I found some very interesting information about bees and
beekeeping over at Wikipedia one snippet of which explained that the majority of bees in the hive are
actually all female.
Dream 2: Somber rays – I find myself viewing another scene detachedly this time I’m inside an
arabesque ladies boudoir or harem, the scene is laid out as if it were an oil painting by Ingres, the
room has curtained drapes hanging from the walls with a large square open window at the rear
overlooking a moonlit sea. Where I would have normally expected to see a female nude reclining on
the bed of pillows I instead see a naked woman sat at the left end of the bed hunched over clutching
her arms around her knees, the woman appears to be melancholy and in discomfort. On the floor in the
foreground is a simple angular crystal wine glass full of red wine, the moonlight pouring in through the
window and passing through the glass is very unusual. The light is very somber, diffused and soft but
still bright and full of ambiance. As it shines and passes through the glass of wine it refracts along the
floor creating a long burgundy colored shadow. I am then offered a view out of the rear window up into
the night sky which is an unusually pale subdued blue (but still night time, most unusual and
atmospheric) I see the big white half moon with its obscured left side nestled deeply into the baby blue
night sky, I immediately associate the moon with a spherical ovum nestled into the arcing wall of the
womb like night sky. (The light in this dream was absolutely stunning and remarkably just as I was
leaving work the sky actually looked very much like in my dream with dramatic mauve, dark purple
and pink clouds interlacing with the sun’s ray’s breaking through and along the horizon).
Date of dream: Wednesday, January 02, 2008
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I am watching a scene of a man lying on top of a woman in side profile they are naked and are having
intercourse in the missionary position. The man’s head and shoulders are those of what appears to be a
human sized hummingbird, his lower body is human.
The man explores the woman’s open mouth with his long proboscis like snout or beak both characters
are silent, impassive and appear to be at ease with one another.
After a while of probing the hybrid male slowly eases his entire elongated head into the woman’s mouth
and throat. The male’s body dramatically transforms into a serpent like shape in order to be able to
flow into the woman’s mouth and body more easily.
Additional Comments:
Interpretation: This was a very strange dream not at all sexual it reminded me of the dream a short
while ago where a woman and cougar were copulating. The male figure reminded me very much of
Egyptian symbolism indeed the profile of the two figures lying on top of one another was even
reminiscent of hieroglyphs. The males head looked a little the Egyptian god Set (particularly the snout)
only more bird like and feathery perhaps like Horus. Again like in the cougar dream neither the male or
female appeared to be in distress. I can only think that this dream has something to do with the
assimilation of qualities perhaps associated with the hummingbird which I have read can sometimes
represent small ideas or concepts that may possess great potential and power. The symbol of the
flower like female swallowing the male might also be a symbol of the merging of male and female
aspects, or she may even represent a source of nourishment. This unusual dream left me with a feeling
of curiosity and intrigue erring on the positive, although the dream could be seen as disturbing I wasn’t
left with a negative feeling upon waking.
Dream 1: Horror face – I enter into a classroom at an art college where a lesson is already underway, I
have come back to college as a mature student to get the piece of paper qualification I want at the end
of the year. My attendance has been awful and I’ve barely been turning up to the lessons, I go over
and take a seat at the desk around which all of the other students are sat with the teacher. Everyone is
talking about their portfolio a young male quietly shows me a portrait he has done of ghoul or monster,
I take out a sanguine Conté crayon and make a quick sketch of a similarly ghoulish character with a
yawing mouth and wide circular eyes. The sketch is actually very realist and looks like a portrait of a
rather suave male with slicked back hair something of a military aristocrat with disfiguring war wounds
scarring his face. The teacher takes my sketch and seems very impressed by the standard of the
drawing but adds explaining to the rest of students that Conté crayons aren’t very good if one wants to
create graduated shaded areas (this was an odd thing to say I thought on waking as these particular
crayons are actually very good for shading I’d say).
Dream 2: Soccer & spaceships – Its night time and I find myself out on a soccer pitch where I see a
member of the comedy crew from a children’s Saturday morning show I used to watch as a kid. The
wild eyed zany character is kicking footballs into a variety of open goal mouths all of which are of
varying widths. Some of the goals are easy to score in being so wide whereas as the narrower ones are
more tricky. The zany character seems to do pretty well and manages to net a number of goals into
both the wide and narrow goals. Just then up in the sky I see what looks like a spaceship falling through
the night sky the craft looks like the shuttle with one of the giant fuel rockets or pods still attached. The
rear of the craft is glowing orange and I sense that the shuttle is trying to eject the fuel pod so that it
can continue off into space (or possible make a landing). I watch for a considerable amount of time as
the space shuttle flies through the sky, it’s an amazing sight and fills me with a very numinous feeling.
Dream 3: Sheepish lab experiment – I feel a bit like I am at my secondary school I burst into a science
room with an unfamiliar dream friend we are both wearing white lab coats. A class is taking place with
the students all sat facing a male teacher who is giving a lesson. My friend and I rush around the class
like two crazy goons we stare at the students analyzing them and then looking down at there notepads
as if to get some kind of reaction, we do this to pretty much every student in the classroom being
mostly ignored before heading on up to the teachers desk. At the teacher’s desk we see a slide show of
a sheep in pen made from hay bales, the sheep is trying to get out of the pen by wriggling its bum into
the bales trying to squeeze a way out in reverse. The teacher looks at us both and asks if the sheep is
sick or diseased because of it peculiar behavior, my friend and I simply reply “No”.
Dream 4: Triumph talk & L-mails – I find myself in a motorcycle showroom in this dream I have a
Triumph motorcycle and have come to buy a small bikini fairing, I feel really at home and am sat in a
very comfy easy chair chatting with the salesman. The vendor tries to interest me in a new exhaust
system whilst I’m here and I give his offer some consideration, the man also mentions my old Honda
and I begin to reminisce and mention to him how well built and solid it was, a real tank I add. I’m sat
using a lap top computer which seems to be an online version of the actual showroom I’m sat in, the
salesman reminds me to check my “L-mails” (this was definitely L-mails and not E-mails).
Dream 6: Notepaper needed for dreams – I am at my Nan’s house rummaging around the house for
notepaper to jot my dreams down on (this detail probably represented an actual conscious feeling that I
was already holding a lot of previous dreams in memory and needed to jot some notes down soon or
else I would forget them). My uncle is here acting suspiciously as are my cousins who all appear to be
playing games with lots of different food stuffs
Dream 7: Airport returns – I find myself in an airport with a man who appears to be my guardian and
who incidentally is the villain from an episode of Colombo I watched yesterday. I see my little sister
near the arrivals and go over to chat with her. She seems surprised to see me and explains that she
has just returned from America where she visited a friend and had a wonderful time she looks
reinvigorated, full of life and very bubbly. I’m not sure if I need to catch a return flight somewhere and
actually feel a little confused, my guardian who is quite friendly says that there is no need for me to
take a return flight as he’s going to give me a lift home he strikes me as being a bit like a father figure
who is used to being used as a taxi service. As I head off with him I note that I am carrying an
extremely strange piece of luggage, it looks all long and crooked as if it contained a snake caught in a
particular pose or position something like the luggage used to transport musical instruments (the shape
was also reminiscent of the hummingbird creatures shape from the primary dream mentioned above).
Date of dream: Sunday, December 16, 2007
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I have just been brought to a very large secluded house for runaways, troubled adolescents and young
people who have either been brought here or come here to escape from unpleasant life situations. I
feel as if I’ve been brought here by some kind of authority not so much against my will but more to be
cared for and looked after, I feel very disoriented and confused by the new setting and lots of new
faces.
A motherly grey haired middle aged lady of the house takes my bags and ushers me in to the
unoccupied communal lounge, she runs this halfway home with her husband they both have children or
a child too I sense. She heads off with my bags leaving me by myself. The television is switched on and
is showing shocking images of a surreal sexual nature, the scenes are absolutely disgusting and
repulsive.
Suddenly I hear somebody coming in to the room behind me so I rush over to the DVD player and
eject the disc and hide it inside my jacket out of embarrassment and shame. I turn around and see a
handsome young Mediterranean man possibly a carer with short black hair and a tanned complexion,
he is extremely friendly and greets me with a large tray laden with breakfast.
It’s a complete feast and I’m very surprised that he is so welcoming, friendly and helpful. I have the
feeling that my experiences before coming to the place were most unpleasant which resulted in me
being completely on edge, frightened and distrustful of everyone.
I’m briefly introduced to a few of the other residents here who all seem to have come from difficult
backgrounds like my dream one. Everyone seems friendly although I can sense everybody else’s
problems beneath the thin veneer of camaraderie and happiness. The home is a pleasant place though
and everyone has to chip in and help with the chores and upkeep of the house, the house has a very
communal atmosphere.
After a while I start to feel like a bit of a captive here but its strange in that I’m allowed to walk all over
the house and have free reign although I’m not allowed to leave until I have been cared for.
I go outside to see what the boundaries of the house are and am a little disconcerted to see that the
house is situated on a tiny island out at sea, even if I wanted to leave I couldn’t. I decide to explore the
surroundings further and jump from a stone jetty near the house across a large pool of water kind of
like a little harbor to where a sandy beach is. I don’t quite manage to leap the pool and end up getting
my legs wet. The surrogate mother figure comments to me asking me if I’m okay and saying
something typically motherly.
I walk across a small stretch of sand sort of a sand bar before the sea proper where I see a bushy
hedgerow beneath which I find a large postal sack. I realize that writing letters and mailing them is the
only way to communicate with the outside world from this island. My curiosity gets the better of me and
I open up the sack to nose inside, I ‘m perplexed to discover lots and lots of empty banana skins (?).
Realizing I’m stuck here for the time being I head back to the care home, as I cross the beach back up
to the house I see the little daughter of the guardians who own the care home she is out on the sand
too. I see that she has been searching and digging in the sand for something and I’m horrified to see
that she has pulled up a huge sand eel which I sense she thinks could be used for food back at the
house.
From a distance the vile creature actually looks like a giant rag worm but on closer inspection I’m even
more horrified to see that it’s actually giant meter long centipede with long spindly legs and a body
almost as long as the girls.
She carries the horror in her right hand by its head completely unafraid and fearless perhaps even
oblivious to the terror she is holding. I follow her into the house where I witness the mother of the girl
flushing the vile creature down the toilet. At first I panic thinking that it’ll escape and crawl off around
the house but as I pay closer attention I see that the creature looks like feces which break up into
pieces in the swirling water of the lavatory bowl before being washed away.
Additional Comments:
Interpretation: This dream was really upsetting but I sort of felt protected within it and on waking I
actually felt quite at peace. Saying that I don’t understand how any of these details relate to my life,
taking it on face value would imply that I have been through some kind of traumatic experience which I
have needed to overcome somehow and heal. Perhaps there is a trauma I’ve pushed far away and that
even I can’t remember anymore, I doubt this although some of the symbols and themes from this
dream have appeared in past dreams. The feel of the surrogate parents was very pleasant and warm
and something that I suppose I could aspire to. The mail bag and writing of letters might actually relate
to my current dream work and perhaps even my dream journal, the banana skins are puzzling and the
only thing I can think of related to them would be either in the literal sense a slip up somehow perhaps
related to the internal dream dialogues which seems negative to me or that in a more positive sense
the fruit is literally like an envelope with the fruits representing discovery and reward. In a more
symbolic sense the care home and island might represent a transitional period between two states a
place to heal before moving on. Whatever the vile centipede represented was thankful flushed down the
toilet, perhaps the act represented the getting rid of a pent up emotion or problem.
Dream 2: Double love life – I am traveling in a car as a passenger my wife is driving and we seem to
be going out for the day somewhere. We arrive at what looks like a medieval castle or more the stable
area or outer buildings of a medieval village. The entire complex is made entirely from very old wood
and has been painted with surprisingly bright colors just like the kind often seen in medieval
manuscripts and images. As we walk around the setting I slink off to meet up with a female work
colleague who I’m having an affair with (only in the dream). The woman takes me off to meet some of
her Hispanic family and friends who seem to be living on a motorway flyover (??). One of the woman’s
friends is slightly older than the rest of us and is quite butch with a short black boyish hairstyle. This
woman takes out a bundle of paper and unwraps it, I see that she has a selection of hot spicy sausages
and offers me one. The sausages are quite pleasant a bit spicy and with a lucid peppery flavor. The
woman I’m having an affair with is wearing a short tight white dress she comes over to me and sits
heavily on my lap. It’s a very pleasant feeling and although the woman doesn’t say so I sense that she
wants for us to go somewhere more discreet to have sex. I’m just about to get up to go and make love
with her when I realize that I don’t have any condoms with me, this causes me a great deal of anxiety
and in the end I frustratedly decide that I won’t be able to have sex. Some time passes and I find
myself wandering around some streets of a large city perhaps London I realize that it is 4 O’clock in the
afternoon and that I should have been at work hours ago (a common dream theme at the moment
even down to the detail of 4 O’clock).Even though the day is virtually over I decide to go to work
anyhow the inconvenience doesn’t seem to bother me that I need to turn up just for an hour or two.
When I get to work I note that I’m wearing a rather smart mossy green suit I feel quite tidy and smart,
nobody really pays any attention to me and the atmosphere is typically muted and drab.
