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Daytime and I find myself in America I’ve been walking alone along a dusty road through what feels like the Wild West plains or a prairie, I can see that I am approaching the outskirts of a modern town or small city.
Just as I get to the threshold of the county line I see a tall sign similar to a circular traffic sign which has a symbolic black pinball machine icon displayed on it with a thick red line struck diagonally through it. Apparently the game of pinball is prohibited in this town and any thoughts of playing this game have to be relinquished and left behind before crossing the frontier.
Although I like the game of pinball having to give it up seems like a small sacrifice to make in order to be able to enter the town so I clear my mind of all thoughts to do with pinball and cross the city border and head on into the town feeling very positive.
Thoughts: Pinball tables are something of a recurring symbol for me from time to time, this little dream
made me feel quite positive particularly the feeling of leaving something behind in order to make
Dream 1: Hot spiritual oil – I find myself in an unfamiliar bathroom where my little sister has filled the
sink with a mysterious looking golden coloured oil, the liquid has a very mystical spiritual aura and is
infused with herbs and other exotic ingredients, the potion looks like the kind of hot oil that a lady might
use as a special treatment on her hair. My sister explains to me that this is a special all over body oil
that she is going to use to anoint our Mum, she goes on to say that once the oil has been massaged in it
is set alight to complete the ceremony, it would appear that my Mum has been prepared as if she were
a giant incense cone. I panic and feel terrified at this thought as it sounds very dangerous and injurious
but my sister just smiles and tells me not to worry as no harm will come to Mum. I gaze back over to
the bathroom washbasin and see that it is literally full to overflowing with the magical glistening glittery
gold oil, the droplets that run over the side and underneath the basin start to drip to the floor, seeing
the droplets about to drip to the floor strikes me as profoundly symbolic and important I stand there
gazing at the basin for some dream moments.
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It is very late at night and I find myself driving alone along an unlit country road up on top of a wooded hill. As I pass the crest of the hill and start to descend the motor suddenly cuts out and so does the battery, I’m plunged into darkness with no headlights, no brakes and only very loose steering.
I frantically grab for the ignition key and start to fumble with it trying to turn it to get the engine started again. I begin to accumulate speed rapidly as I coast down the hill but I do eventually manage to get the engine running again after much frantic trying.
Morning seems to be breaking and the countryside landscape become more visible as twilight approaches. I turn a corner and pass another crest on a hill and see a sudden flash behind me, I turn over my shoulder and see a group of policemen dressed in black clothing they are knelt down with a speed camera and other similar equipment.
I slow down but it’s too late I realised I passed a sign which showed that the speed limit in this area was “30” and I’m fully aware that I passed the speed trap at “36”.
Thoughts: I think I know what this dream is alluding to but I don’t know why, later this year I will be 36
years old so that seemed to certainly tie in with speed I was doing and cars often represent the
travelling ones life path so maybe this dream is about my age although the speed limit set at 30
suggests something which I can’t quite get my head around at the moment. It’s a curious dream though
as this is not a topic I have been thinking about at all and age is something I never dwell on either.
Dream 1: The secret in the laundry chute – I find myself inside an unfamiliar sprawling house of many
rooms the property has been undergoing a huge renovation and is close to the stage where decorating
can begin. My wife comes into the room where I am working with an unfamiliar electrician and plumber
and informs all three of us that she wants to completely change the entire layout of the house and the
way things are arranged. The plumber, electrician and myself each look at one another with a quick
glance of the eyes and very telling expressions as if to say this is really bad news and will mean we will
have to strip down all of the work we have done up to this point and start all over again. As my wife
has been explaining her new plans she has been leaning against a waist high partition wall, the plaster
that was used to fix the plaster bricks in place hasn’t set so the wall has ended up leaning right over.
My wife adds that she also wants some kind of special laundry chute put in place that will allow dirty
clothes from upstairs to be sent to a laundry room in the basement without having to carry them
downstairs a bit like one might see in a hotel I can imagine. Apparently I’m made aware that the
previous owners of the house already had such a laundry chute and I might be able to renovate it
somehow or make use of it. I head off to look for the elusive chute and I come to an area which looks
a little like a large garage where I find a door that I’d never noticed before, I open it and find a small
storage cupboard something like a gentleman’s dresser where I see lots of old suits, shoes and brick-a-
brack I realise that these items belong to the previous owner and have never been removed when they
moved out. I find the room very curious and would like to stay and rummage but I know that I have to
find the laundry chute. I do eventually find the exit door of the chute in the concrete ceiling of the
garage, the door that covers the hatch is extremely stiff I tug and tug on it but it doesn’t seem to
budge. With one big effort I eventually manage to tug the trap door open and am immediately
showered in a deluge of tiny worn out blown light bulbs, they are the type one might find in a torch or in
a cars lights. As I stand literally buried up to the neck in fused mini-light bulbs and as the last of the
bulbs tumbles out onto me a VHS video cassette slides out of the hatch into my hands. As soon as I
take a hold of the cassette in both hands its contents are played out in my minds eye. I see that it is
the (very unorthodox) wedding video of the couple who used to own the house previously, the video is
very upsetting to watch though as the previous owners appear to have been transformed into male and
female goats but who have still retained their humanness (this was a most upsetting and disturbing
scene). The male goat comes right up to the camera or my minds eye screen and starts bleating at me
in a very distressed and haunting hysterical sort of way that really frightens me, I can somehow
vaguely understand what he is trying to say to me, he wants me to relay some kind of extremely
important message to a very close friend of his, it seems absolutely critical almost as if his life
depended upon it that I get this message passed on. My problem is that the goat man’s frantic bleating
was very incomprehensible I had a feeling of what he wanted me to do but no real details of who and
where to deliver his message, or indeed of what that message was only that it was a warning of some
kind. Secondly it strikes me that this video has probably been stuck in the laundry chute for years and
years and the previous owners who I imagine were very elderly even back then have probably long
since passed away, a thought which leaves me with a very peculiar helpless sort of feeling.
Dream 2: Vicious spider Vs. Rainbow bug – I find myself in a dim unfamiliar room late in the evening,
all of my attention is drawn to a very strange scene where I see a peculiar large docile looking bug
which has a large soft body covered in a downy coating of delicate multicoloured fur. I watch as the
docile creature make sits way slowly across the room in a very methodical slow plod. Suddenly from
out of the shadows I see a large black widow spider pounce out onto the colourful bug and start
attacking the defenceless creature. The attack is extremely spiteful and seems to be pure malice, the
spider sticks its two front legs into the bug’s body trying to pierce it and it also tries to bite the bugs soft
rainbow coloured body too. I find the scene very upsetting and only get some respite when I see that
the multicoloured bug has managed to make something of a getaway, it doesn’t last for long though as
the spider just seemed to be toying with the bug and its only a matter of time before the spider
pounces back onto the bug and starts biting and stabbing it again.