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It would appear to be evening time and I find myself up on the stage in the large hall at the primary
school I went to as a young child although in the dream I am my current age.
I am accompanied by the 1980’s British progressive rock band Marillion I have assumed the role of
lead singer and am giving a rendition of one of their longer songs.
The theme of the song concerns how the world is a very messed up place, the lyrics are gloomy and
depressing but the song has an interesting structure and a driving flow.
(I listened to this band’s music in my teens but haven’t listened to it for years now).
After finishing writing something on some sheets of paper I get up from a small desk tucked away
behind the right theatre curtain, the writing table is very much like the one I sit at in waking life when
using the computer, the desk feels almost like a theatrical prop.
As I go about getting ready to perform the song I light a very long cigarette (I don’t smoke in waking
life) I inhale very deeply on the cigarette, the smoke and fumes are harsh and burn my throat and
lungs making me wince in discomfort.
As the intro to the song starts I go back to the desk and place the lit cigarette on it, I have a vague
concern that the cigarette will set light to the papers, the desk and perhaps even burn the stage down
but this doesn’t seem to be my main worry at the moment.
A mysterious dry ice mist or fog is weaving its way about the stage and hall making visibility poor. I
can barely see the rest of the band for the vapors let alone the audience that is if there is an audience,
if so then they are extremely quite and still almost vacant.
I’m wearing a theatrical cape which I sweep and wrap around my body as I start to sing I look a bit like
an early Genesis era Peter Gabriel I imagine. I notice that as I prance about like some kind of
theatrical bard my erratic movement affects the way my voice sounds in a negative way making it echo
about the hall in a muffled and unclear kind of way.
I experiment with the microphone by holding it close to my mouth and then far away, I do this just to
see the various effects I can create with the sound of my voice.
I even forget my lines at some point to the song and end up mumbling them only to remember the
words and recover and sing the rest of the lyrics clearly and properly.
I soon realize that I need to stop leaping all over the stage and relax if I am to sing the song properly.
What seems like a negative and depressing song strangely feels sort of positive in an unusual kind of
way, almost as if the performance or act of singing is more important than (or possibly distracts me)
from the reality of the songs harsh meaning.
Interpretation: I’ve been feeling very tired and exhausted just lately and the feel of this dream was
almost feverish, in part the mood of the dream was probably influenced by my reading the news online
yesterday, I rarely pay much attention to the news and found the headlines very depressing.
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I’m at home and its early morning I’ve woken up and gotten dressed into my old work clothes with the
intention of continuing the renovation work on the house.
There is a knock at the door, it’s the friendly builder who has been helping with one or two of the bigger
jobs in waking life, I let him in and he sets about starting his work.
Whilst near the entrance I see a feature I’ve never noticed before, close to the front door is an unusual
recessed room it is open at the front with a low ceiling and two levels.
The strange space looks a bit like a cloak room, the upper floor with space below also reminds me of a
theatre stage. I realize that the strange recessed area is actually a pulpit.
The pulpit area is white and relatively tidy but it is also disused and in a state of disrepair, a balustrade
that runs around the perimeter of the stage is broken in many places.
I feel that the old pulpit has no function or use for me, I don’t intend to keep the religious aspect of the
space but I do consider keeping the area and using it for some other purpose.
I have the idea that the area would make a great place for my nephews to play hide & seek in (?), the
area under the stage and below the pulpit seems quite suited to this game.
Interpretation: Although it perhaps doesn’t seem like it I have a slight inkling that this dream might be
linked to yesterday’s dream about the mistletoe. In that the dream the mistletoe probably represented
pagan beliefs which predated the modern religions, I’m not religious at all myself although I would say
that I do kind of identify with some of those older (what I would like to think of as more natural) beliefs
than with the modern church (particularly catholic in my case) that did away with all of those old pagan
concepts. In the article I was reading yesterday over at Wikipedia about ‘The Golden Bough’ which led
me to an epic story written by Virgil called the ‘Aeneid’. In the story there is meant to possibly be a
(debatable) kind of hidden allegory, I’ve copy and pasted the paragraph in question below with the link
to the actual page: “There are two gates of Sleep, one said to be of horn, whereby the true shades
pass with ease, the other all white ivory agleam without a flaw, and yet false dreams are sent through
this one by the ghost to the upper world. Anchises now, his last instructions given, took son and Sibyl
and let them go by the Ivory Gate.” (Book VI, Lines 893-899, Fitzgerald Trans.). The following
explanation is also from Wikipedia: “Aeneas's exiting of the underworld through the gate of false
dreams has been variously interpreted: One suggestion is that the passage simply refers to the time of
day at which Aeneas returned to the world of the living; another is that it implies that all of Aeneas's
actions in the remainder of the poem are somehow "false." In an extension of the latter interpretation,
it has been suggested that Virgil is conveying that the history of the world since the foundation of Rome
is but a lie. Other scholars claim that Virgil is establishing that the theological implications of the
preceding scene (i.e. an apparent system of reincarnation) are not to be taken as literal.”
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aeneid. The part which interested me in this explanation was the bit
about “The history of the world since the foundation of Rome is but a lie” this caught my attention as I
recall speaking with an Italian friend once about how the Roman’s were very selective about the stories
which were chosen to be entered into the bible with the more dangerous Gnostic (or maybe pagan?)
texts being omitted, I have read that even many of the current bible stories even those of Jesus have
parallels with much older pagan figures. I find this business like doctoring of the past for the benefit of
the future very distasteful but in the time that has passed since then it seems to be taken on face value
and believed for what it is, I don’t think that I have been totally under that kind of spell (and I’m not
even concerned in the bible at a personally religious level but more at one on a anthropological level)
but I would guess in some way by going to catholic schools and having the dogma drummed in it has
left a mark. Maybe the converting of the pulpit in this dream and even more so the reaching out for and
eating of the mistletoe in yesterdays dream represents a return back to those more instinctual and
natural kind of ways?
Dream 1: The Rolls Royce of Rolls Royce’s – Its late night time and I’m at home I’m looking out of the
kitchen window overlooking the driveway. I’m watching the deserted road when I see a large expensive
luxury Rolls Royce car, the car slows down and reverse into our drive it does this so that it can turn
around and go back the way that it came I assume the driver is perhaps lost and think nothing more of
it. I continue to watch out of the window and after what seems like an hour or two passes I see the
same Rolls Royce car and once again it reverses into our drive way in order to turn around. This time
though the driver hits the pillar that supports the gate, it comes crashing down with a mighty thud gate
and all. Now I’m really angered and rush outside to confront the driver, they pull away and speed off up
the road. I chase after the car on foot and eventually catch up with it, the car slows and allows me to
approach. The window is wound down where I see a middle aged black couple, they are both dressed
impeccably and I can instantly tell that they are very upper class with noble origins. The man
apologizes for damaging my gate he speaks with a very distinguished English accent, he goes on to add
that he and his wife were out looking for somewhere to buy some take away food for them and their
young son who is sat in the rear of the car. I don’t feel upset for the damage that was caused and leave
it at that we say our goodbyes and I walk away. As I make my way back to the house I turn to look at
the number plate on their car and see that it reads “LE DA 13”, this detail seems very significant and as
if I really should remember it. The next day I decide to go to London I feel as if I need to go for some
kind of artistic reasons possibly for supplies. I get into my car which just happens to be a luxurious two
tone silver Rolls Royce although the car is the same as the previous strangers there’s was a dark
purple color. As I drive the car down to London I take great pleasure in the vehicles comfort and good
nature, it does everything exceedingly well but at a relaxed pace. Once in London I park the car
momentarily and enter into the rear where I’m totally surprised to find a small office, there is a little
swivel chair, a lap top computer on a desk and a microphone on a long bendy armature. Its an absolute
great area and very important to, I’m made aware of lots of information pertaining to this area the
voice explaining all of this to me adds that this space is called “The Hub”. I get back into the front of the
car and carrying on driving, I eventually enter a large building (still in the car) the construction is
something like an enormous multi-story car park crossed with a doctors waiting room. I drive around
looking for a way out but at every exit I see some kind of large garbage or trash chute which is
currently in use, an attendant warns me that I can’t take this exit as there is a garbage collection lorry
waiting just below and I will have to wait. As I wait I bump into a young black woman sat waiting in the
huge doctors waiting room, she seems to know me and tries to get me to remember who she is. I
almost remember her but can’t quite place her face, this lady has a very small nose, we chat a little
while longer before I head off looking for another exit. I eventually find away out through one of the
chute like tunnels, the tube expels me out into a large field without the car. I land on uncomfortably on
my knees narrowly missing some rocks in the field, it was a close shave as if I had landed on the rocks
I would have been badly injured. I walk back into the city of London from the field, I briefly considering
going into a café for a coffee and something to eat before finally going to the intended destination of an
art supplies shop. Once inside the shop I see a selection of pen & ink sketches laid out for customers to
look at and learn from, whoever made these sketches paid particular attention to the shadows in fact it
is as if the emphasis on these details was of the utmost importance. I get the impression that I should
definitely take note of this lesson about the shadows as it is something that I could benefit from.
Dream 2: Tea & cakes with Nan – I find myself at my Nan’s house in her kitchen she is accompanied by
some of her relatives (some of whom are brothers and sisters who have passed away). We are all sat
drinking tea and eating cakes the atmosphere is very pleasant and positive, there is an optimistic
undercurrent to the proceedings which makes me feel that this gathering is happening for a special
reason. Suddenly there is a knock at the front door and my Nan springs up from her seat to go and
answer it. I’m really surprised by her sprightliness and energy and perhaps even more stunned by her
appearance, she appears to have become a great deal more youthful and to have lost a lot of weight as
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Its night time and I find myself at a stadium where a large rock concert is taking place, the heavy
metal band Metallica are playing up on stage (very strange as I’ve never listened to this bands music,
its not the kind of music I listen to in waking life).
I start to pick up on some kind of drama that has taken place within the band, apparently the lead
singer guitarist (the one with the moustache and the only one I recall from this band) has left the band
quite some time ago.
I see him down in the audience close to the stage watching his old band perform it looks like his old
band mates have invited him to watch them perform. I see that he has put on lots of weight and looks
very much out of shape, from the expression on his face I can see that he is seething inside with rage
at the situation.
One of the other band members has come to the fore to take the old guitarists role he looks very
young and has a very feint fluffy moustache the kind a teen age boy might try and grow. This young
man also has a very un-heavy metal haircut of a cropped bowl haircut style.
A fact which seems to add insult to injury for the old lead singer is that this new front man is using his
old guitar, the young man is something of a prodigy with the instrument and manages to play
unbelievable fast and beautiful music, this isn’t heavy metal but is classical guitar.
The man plays chords and notes incredibly fast the music sounds like a mix of flamenco and
harpsichord. As the music becomes quicker and more technical a black screen fades into my point of
view and shows some music bars with notes.
The black screen with white text is very reminiscent of an educational television programme that used
to be aired in the U.K. called the Open University. As the man plays white writing appears on the screen
indicating the notes the man is playing and other technical information, words such as ‘Hammering’
and ‘Staccato’ are shown with lots of other Latin text (the Latin element seemed very important).
After playing for a while the band invite their old front man up onto the stage which brings a huge cheer
from the audience, the old lead singer is still furious but accepting of their offer. The previous front man
carries a large box of cigarettes up onto the stage tucked under his arm, they are the kind that are
available at the Duty Free at airports.
The man throws the large pack of cigarettes at the new lead guitarist in exchange for the return of his
old guitar, he is still raging but seems to be bursting with motivation to show his stuff. He slings his
guitar strap over his shoulder and gets himself ready to lead the band once more.
After the concert I see the new young lead singer stood alone, I pick up on the fact that this genius has
both a good and a bad side to his character.
Interpretation: As I know very little about this band I’d say that it must be symbolic possibly saying
something about doing things in a less a heavy handed way and to perhaps try and adopt a more
classical, lighter or youthful approach to my way of doing things. The Latin symbolism seemed to be
very important and upon waking reflection so did the two front men’s moustaches.
Dream 1: Try my black Ferrari – It’s daytime and I find myself on a very large paved driveway lined
with tall palm trees in front of a very grand white mansion the type with large pillars either side of the
front door apparently this incredible home is mine. I’m casually preoccupied carrying something I’ve
bought from inside a vehicle into the house, I feel very new inside and on top of the world. My brother-
in-law turns up with my sister and his children he looks a little worn and downtrodden I decide to take
him out for a drive in one of my many cars parked out on the huge semicircular driveway, I choose a
black Ferrari which I saw he had his eye on when he turned up knowing that he’d really appreciate
going out for a spin in it.
Dream 2: Expensive hair products are fine by me – I am driving a car towards some parking spaces
sheltered by what looks like a flyover supported by concrete pillars. Trying to park is very fiddly the
spaces are all arranged in diagonal but many of the people parked here have ignored this layout and
have parked vertically instead. Just as I’m about to pull into a space somebody swings their car into the
opening and takes my spot I have to circle around the car park to look for another space which I
eventually find. After I’ve parked I get out and remove a female shop mannequin from the boot which I
have all wrapped up in a blanket, I discard this item in a fenced off hedge at the rear of the parking
where it becomes tangled up in some barbed wire. Just then I see my Nan with another woman who is
unfamiliar to me they both seem happy and look at me with smiles as if to send me positive thoughts
possibly in relation to my discarding of the female dummy, my Nan looks cold though and wraps her
arms around herself shivering she looks as though she could do with a coat. On the second tier of a
shopping mall linked to the parking I meet a female work colleague who is accompanied by another
female (this couple seemed to echo the partnership of my Nan and her friend too), in this dream the
colleague doesn’t look anything like she does in reality but I know it is her, she also happens to be my
dream wife too. My demeanor around these two women is extremely mellow and laid back, my dream
wife says she is going over to a hairdresser where she is going to spend £160 on some very expensive
hair products, she says this in such a way as if asking my permission or approval. I tell her “Sure, no
problem”. I know that my artistic aunt has an art shop in this mall somewhere that I would like to take
the two ladies too but I have my doubts as to whether they would be interested in going to have a visit.
The floor of this upper level of the mall is flooded with about an inch or two of water. It’s not really a
problem more of a nuisance the water is flowing towards an elevator where I see it gushing down
through the gaps in the lift door down to the ground floor below.
Dream 4: More toilet relief – I find myself in a very large house with many rooms the interior décor is
all white and is very classical and feminine in style. I am bursting to go to the toilet but I can’t find the
lady who owns this house in order to ask her where and if I can use her lavatory. All of the doors to the
rooms in the house are pulled to and shut but the keys to the doors have all been conveniently left in
their locks, I rush from door to door entering the rooms in my search for the bathroom. I eventually
find the rest room which looks a little untidy with make-ups strewn all over the place, its not really a
mess just that the lady who owns this house never seems to put anything away. I dash over to the
toilet and have a wee, the relief is immense but as I’m using the toilet a face powder make-up drops off
a shelf or the cistern down into the toilet bowl. There’s not much I can do now but to just flush it down
the toilet after I’ve finished.