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It is night time and I find myself inside an unfamiliar house it vaguely looks like one a childhood friend lived in although it is quite different in its own right. The lights are out but I can see quite easily by the moonlight shines through a window, I walk across a landing at the top of the stairs and turn right into a bathroom.
I am immediately confronted by a short man with blond hair he gives me a scowl with squinted piercing angry eyes. I’m given the impression that I have slighted and wronged this man somehow although personally I am completely unaware as to what my crime is. For some reason (and I haven’t a clue why I should dream this?) the man would appear to be the drummer from the pop group U2 (I’m familiar with the bands music but I don’t know anything about this particular person?).
I watch as the man holds up a cigarette lighter* in his left hand and ignites it then with his right hand he lifts up an aerosol of shaving gel. I can see what he is about to do so I lift up my hands to protect myself, the man quickly sprays the shaving gel through the flame of the lighter where it combusts violently spraying and coating my hands in molten scolding shaving gel.
I shake my hands in pain trying to cool them as the man escapes via the bathroom window, I’m in agony and my hands and fingers are completely restricted by the now cooled thick coating of rubbery shaving gel.
I try to shake the rubbery gel off and pick at it but it is no use as it has set fast and both hands are enclosed, I feel as if I’m wearing a pair of very clumsy mittens. Thankfully an unidentifiable woman comes to my aid and carefully and delicately peels off the thick blue opaque rubber to reveal my red scolded hands.
I feel very angry with the man and for what he did and want to chase after him but when I get to the bathroom window I catch the tail end of him running across the large garden and getting into a waiting car that is parked out on the street, I continue watching as the car speeds off into the night.
Thoughts: *I had a dream about a lighter yesterday although I’m not quite sure I see the link between
this dream and that one (that is if they are linked) at least not off the top of my head so I’ll have to
give it a bit more thought, a couple of months ago I went through a long phase of having dreams about
drums and drummers so there may be a link here too. Needless to say I don’t think spraying shaving
gel through a small flame like in my dream would have such a dramatic effect in waking life....it would
almost certainly just create gooey mess! But I guess that’s dream logic and it must be symbolic
somehow. The feeling of being scolded in the dream was surprisingly real as was the feeling of having
my hands incapacitated by the cooled rubbery gel. It seems quite possible to me that the dream might
be trying to use the word scolded in two ways, one as in literally being burnt which in regards to the
hands might suggest getting my fingers burnt which is a metaphorical phrase all in itself implying I’ve
touched something I shouldn’t have, but also in being scolded as in being told off too.
Dream 2: The joy of conversation – It is night time and I am sat on a park bench beneath the stars, a
person who I can’t identify sits to my left. We are both chatting and talking with one another, the
friendly conversation is a wonderful and a real joy. (I can’t be certain that this dream really was the
second dream of the night, it probably sounds odd but it felt as if it were running in the background all
the while behind the other dreams. An analogy of this might be of watching a particular television
station but at the same time also being aware that there are other channels being broadcast
simultaneously with other shows running at the same time that one can hop between).
Dream 3: Paying for that which is free – I am at my Nan’s house, my aunt, younger sister, Mum and
some cousins are all here, there is a very thick and unusual atmosphere that I can’t quite pin down a
kind of tension or awkwardness. I’m walking about the house completely naked and feel very
comfortable with it and as if I have nothing to be ashamed of. My Mum comes over to me whilst we are
alone and I immediately notice that she is much younger and I also have that very strong feeling that
she and I are boyfriend and girlfriend (this recurring scenario is so strange and evokes such powerful
emotions within the dream which always surprise me on waking, I guess it must come across that I
have some kind of Oedipus complex!....although I don’t think that is the case). My Mum looks up to me
with forlorn puppy dog eyes and asks me for a fiver, I give her the £5 note without any questions but
when she tells me that she needs it to buy something which is free I become completely perplexed and
question myself, why would she need to pay for something which is free?
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I find myself in an unfamiliar house in a bathroom my Mum and youngest sister are also here living in
the house too, we all seem very friendly in fact more like best friends and equals. It is early morning
and we are all getting ourselves ready to go to work, we plan on sharing and traveling in the same car
Whilst my mother and sister get themselves dressed in some adjoining rooms I set about having a
shave. As soon I step in front of the sink and look at my reflection in the mirror I’m startled to see that
the face looking back at me is that of a beautiful woman with a short blond fluffy bobbed haircut.
The woman has a beautiful shaped face and such a friendly cheerful expression, she has thick dark
black mascara around her eyes which reminds me very much of the look of the 1960’s. I think that the
woman’s eye make-up is so attractive that I plan on asking my youngest sister to make my eyes up
just like the woman in the mirror (?).
(Obviously a weird thought to have had as the reflection of the woman most probably represented me
in some way....very confusing with the different perspectives but something also positive and exciting
about it too).
I continue to shave my face occasionally rinsing my razor in the sink full of water, the reflection of the
woman remains and every time I look up at the mirror I see her pretty face. After a while of shaving I
notice that I have cut myself quite a lot I continue to shave but the drops of blood on my face have
turned into small rivulets of blood pouring down my face.
It’s not long before the lower part of my face is awash with blood streaming down it, it’s a little sore but
not at all painful sort of like shaving for real except of course without so much blood, the blood actually
looks a lot worse than it is. Looking into the mirror I see that the lower part of the face of my female
reflection is also covered in blood just like my face, she isn’t upset but still has a happy expression on
She then does something unusual and brings both of her small hands up to her face and rubs and
smears the blood all over the rest of her face, she seems to be in throws of some kind of ecstasy. It’s
slightly disturbing but also positive somehow to see but actually more puzzling than anything, it’s almost
as if she is smearing on war paint or ceremonial tribal face paint.
I carry on shaving and want to change the water in the sink for fresh water before I finish off. I go to
press the button to switch the small strip light on which appears to have fallen from above the mirror. It
seems a bit risky to touch the light with it being so close to the water what with the danger of an
electrical shock but I push (unharmed) it on anyway.
I also note that the opaque cover for the strip light has fallen off into the water in the sink, exposing the
fluorescent tube this annoys me slightly and it feels a little like one of those moments where everything
seems to become clumsy and awkward.
I go to pull the plug out from the sink by the chain but it seems to be stuck I actually feel very weak
and feeble and can’t pull the plug out, looking at the water it appears just as if it were pea soup with
bits of stubble in it.
I give a final yank on the chain and the plug comes whizzing out and the soupy water drains away
leaving a soapy tide mark around the sink which I try to scrub away with an abrasive sponge. Cleaning
the sink is hard going and it takes time to remove the soap scum properly. I suddenly notice a second
plug resting on top of the sink, I feel puzzled and wonder why there is a second plug (sort of as if it
wasn’t enough that the first one were stubborn).
I’m suddenly joined in the bathroom by a man a year or two older than myself who I worked with n a
factory about 15 years ago (not sure why this guy was chosen as a dream character but must be
relevant I guess?). In the dream the old colleague is a kind of plumber, fixer or repairman, he is here
to service the bathroom sink and its a good job he’s turned up as it appears that there is no water
coming from the taps now either.
I tried to do a bit of the work myself but the plumber colleague saw how weedy, weak and inept I was
when it came to removing the plug from the sink. Sensing my anxiety about when the work will be
finished on my sink the colleague hands me a telephone number and tells me that there is a public
telephone box just outside, he adds that the number is for the local hospital and I should call them and
they will keep me updated and let me know when all of the work is finished on my bathroom sink.
He seemed to be a kind of subcontractor working for the hospital or local council, I also get the
impression that this work cannot be rushed or hurried.
Much later the same day in fact in the evening I had a sudden flash of a dream that I had the same
night as the above one but had totally forgotten, it was as if the dream suddenly popped straight back
into my consciousness it was a surprisingly vivid dream so I’m glad it came back to me although I’m
surprised I didn’t recall it in the first place. In the dream it is twilight or almost dawn and I am in a
suburban area that looks very much like the place where an aunt lived a couple of years back, the
dreamscape is infused with a powerful supernatural almost spiritual ambiance. In the dream incredibly I
find my waking life consciousness inside a grey wolf I feel exactly what it feels like to be inside a wolfs
body, I trot about in the very early misty morning through the suburban streets mooching about I even
seem to enter some properties perhaps looking for food. The whole memory of this experience was