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I find myself at an air base inside a Royal Air Force barracks I see lots of activity with people milling about and others sat at desks busying themselves with administration and filling many envelopes which are going to be mailed out.
I watch as a female officer comes into the barracks and announces that everyone is to start using a new type of envelope, the current ones have a vertical format whereas the new ones have a horizontal orientation. This new layout seems a lot more positive and the envelopes actually appear to be made much better too, the only real drawback is that I will have to tear open all of the previously sealed envelopes and place the contents into the new ones and rewrite the addresses.
At the rear of the room I see a very high ranking air force official somebody like an air marshal dressed in a very smart pale grey blue costume, he is sat on an unusual seat which is both a chair and a romantic swing. As the officer swings backwards and forwards I get the impression that he is sad and melancholy or at the very least lonely.
Suddenly two men enter the barracks they are both from London and immediately come across as being very simple minded but also kindhearted with it. I see that one of the Londoners immediately assumes that the high ranking official is sad because his son (who I somehow already know is also in the same air force) has recently died.
The Londoner speaks to the officer on the swing in a very compassionate yet naïve childlike sort of way and tells him consolingly “Don’t worry your son is in heaven now”.
The air marshal immediately responds by saying that no such thing has happened at all and that his is son is simply away on a mission flying. He further adds as if proving his son’s existence that he often receives gifts from his son through the post such as a pair of boxer shorts and a bottle of whisky that he received recently.
The high ranking man has a most unusual appearance his complexion is a very pale blue as are his eyes, it’s almost as if his skin is slightly opaque and has a feint indigo pallor which glows gently from beneath.
Thoughts: This dream in part reflects certain trivial aspects of my waking working life, the symbolism
with the envelopes is something very familiar which may have been picked up by my subconscious to
use as symbolism. The envelope is perhaps a literal message in itself, the horizontal profile of the new
envelopes made me think of lateral thinking for some reason. The air force marshal might represent a
kind of high ranking masculine archetype his absent son may represent me in a quirky sort of way, I’m
not quite sure why I had that thought but it just popped into my head (although all of the characters
perhaps represent certain aspects of me as well I suppose). The below dream is very weird I wasn’t
going to post it at first out of embarrassment and because of its strangeness. On reflection the dream
does seem to have a message so I thought it might be helpful to get it out....oh well here goes....
Dream 2: Goaded - I find myself in an unfamiliar bedroom which has a window which gives a view out
onto a farmyard. I’m sat naked on a bed as is my wife there is an atmosphere of tension and a feeling
of impending provocation coming my way. I see that my wife has a penis instead of a vagina, the
phallus is translucent except for at the top where it is blue, for some reason the strange appendage
reminds me of a surreal neon toadstool. My wife goads me into a competition to see who has the larger
erection, I don’t want any of this at all but I feel I have to try to make my own penis grow longer but
every time I do my wife manages to make hers bigger. This provocation goes on until I can’t compete
with her any longer and I give up leaving her to gloat over her win. A part of me feels annoyed by the
apparent glee my wife takes in this stupid and pointless game but another part of me really couldn’t
care a less.
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It is evening time and I am sat in a large audience on what appears to be the set of a television variety
show, the area where I am is unlit with the majority of light being directed onto the stage area.
I sit near the front of the audience, the show appears to consist of a selection of comedy acts,
discussions and demonstrations.
As I watch the show I see a man come walking up along the isle to my far left, he comes over and sits
on my knee, its at this point I realise that he is dressed in drag, it all appears to be a part of the show
and is done for the comedy effect and laughter.
Later in the show I feel my dream self shout out “shut up!” to one of the acts or somebody on the stage
(this really didn’t feel like me doing the shouting but the dream me).
The host of the performance angrily calls out “who said that?”, I recoil in my chair slightly an keep
sheepishly quiet, he asks once again and the entire audience call out “we did!” and put there hands up
to point this out.
The fact the audience owned up when in reality it was I who originally told him to shut up really makes
me smile and laugh, I feel that the whole situation between the audience and the host has become a
Later on in the show I take part in demonstration, there are some professionals in the show teaching
people how to swing a golf club properly and how to cast with a fishing rod accurately.
The lessons seem to be important and I feel that I should take note.