Date of dream: Thursday, June 26, 2008
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Daytime and I find myself taking a vacation alone at a small but pleasant holiday resort in Western Asia. It is morning time and I have come downstairs to the compact traditionally decorated lobby with the intention of going out for a stroll and a bit of an exploration of the country where I am staying. As I pass through the reception area I see a man dressed in a traditional set of red robes and matching hat which are decorated with gold trim, the man is preparing a buffet of cold slices of ham and meats for the evening meal later.
As I leave the resort I’m aware that there is a special boundary separating the holiday resort from a ghetto like area where the countries populace lives, I’m aware that to stray into the shanty town is extremely dangerous and to do so is done at ones own risk.
On my stroll about the resort I visit a penny arcade where I see some pinball tables and arcade games. There are also slot machines here too like the ones at a funfair with shelves loaded with coins that move back and forth inside an enclosed glass cabinet, the idea being that one puts a coin in the slot in the hope of winning more coins by push others off the ledge and into the collection trough. I have one single 2 pence coin with me which I would like to gamble, as I will only have one attempt at this I study each slot machine cabinet scrupulously to see which has the greatest potential for a win.
After visiting the arcade I wander back outside and continue my stroll, I walk for quite some time when it suddenly dawns on me that I have strayed beyond the safety zone into the ghetto. I turn in panic and try to get my bearings but it soon becomes apparent that I’m lost. I suddenly feel extremely exposed and continue walking very cautiously and with anxious apprehension.
As I walk along the strangely familiar lane (I could have sworn that this was a real waking life place but I can’t remember where from for the moment) that runs behind some houses I see a young man inside a tatty garage he is making a very crude home made bomb. When the man sees me watching him he puts down what he is doing and follows after me.
I run off and quickly dart in behind some dustbins on somebody’s driveway, as I lay hiding in the grass I watch him pass by. I think that I’ve eluded him but he sees me so I get up from the ground and try to act normally and pretend to befriend him in order to try and avoid conflict. I manage to make friends with him and we walk and talk along the lane, after a while I make a quick dash for it and run off to escape the potentially hostile man who I believe to be a terrorist.
I eventually lose the man by running into another driveway and garage which turns out to be a property owned by my younger sister and her husband. My sister comes out to meet me and we go inside her large garage (similar to the terrorists), I’m aware that there is a bomb ensconced somewhere in her garage and it is ticking away and going to explode very soon. My sister seems unaware of this bomb but I intuitively know its here so I quickly hurry about the garage searching for it.
I eventually find the small, black tube like cylinder with a cheap clock attached to it tucked in behind some plumbing pipes against a wall. I hold the bomb very tightly in my hand in order to squeeze and contain the explosion before the bomb goes off. I go outside and throw it safely away in the garden where it explodes in midair creating a puffball like shower of black ball bearing like pellets which spray outward in a cloud and pepper the outhouse harmlessly.
Later after the drama I find myself outdoors presumably at my sisters on a terrace paved with flagstones near to a barn, a long table is situated outdoors on the paved area around which are seated many family members some of whom I recognise like my Mum, stepfather and a great aunt whom I rarely dream of, but there are also other people here who are unidentifiable but who also feel like family members too.
I am asked by the family members to make a pot of tea for everyone, the tea leaves I am to use are a brand called ‘PG Tips’*, it seems like something of a duty I have to perform.
Additional Comments:
Thoughts: I’m not really sure what this dream refers to the only thing I can think of is maybe that my
younger sister and I haven’t spoken for a while so maybe this is some kind of a dream hint to get in
touch, there are already some problems in the family and although I get along with everyone maybe
this dream is trying to point out a situation where there is potential for a misunderstanding and upset?
Parts of this dream were strikingly lucid such as the lobby in the hotel, the penny arcade (which was
shockingly lucid) and then the scene where the bomb exploded. PG Tips really is the name of a tea in
the U.K. I did some word association with this earlier whilst I was taking a shower (always seems like a
good place to mull dreams over and do the word association!) and came up with the idea of the film
classification or rating for movies called ‘Parent Guided’ or ‘PG’ for short. The ‘Tips’ may represent
advice, and therefore the tea might symbolise some kind of tonic or elixir based on recommendations
and direction from an adult perspective and this might also be linked to the diffusing of the bomb which
in turn may represent a potentially explosive situation whatever that may be.
Date of dream: Saturday, July 28, 2007
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It is daytime and I find myself on the site of a dream property renovation, the property I am in is in a
poor way but it’s got real potential and promise so it seems worth the effort. Much of the property is
exposed to the elements which is unfortunate at the moment as there has been a miserable down pour
of rain which has infiltrated the property and made everything wet, a man who is laying tiles has had to
stop work due to the bad weather.
(Although I didn’t witness the rain falling in my dream I knew that it was the heavy vertical kind of rain
that just pours down in an unhurried way, sort of the kind one watches on a dull boring rainy day).
I decide to take the opportunity and lull in the work to pop out to buy some tea and snacks for the
workers (I seem to be doing this quite a bit in the past few dreams I’ve had?). I get into the car and
head off on my way. The car immediately seems different and seems to coast along without even the
engine running, I come to a junction and come to the sudden and startling discover that the brakes
don’t work. Somehow I manage to steer the car around to the right in a sweeping arc narrowly missing
other cars and scraping a road barrier to my left.
I carry on down the road wondering what is up with my car, it’s very twitchy and the steering is sort of
floaty, sluggish and imprecise just as it would be without any engine transmission. I suddenly discover
what the problem is and see that I haven’t turned the key in the ignition (doh!?). I turn the key as the
car rolls along and the engine fires up and the cars steering and braking returns to normal.
I drive through some extremely familiar countryside it’s possibly from sometime in my past but it also
feels very much like familiar dream territory, it’s very pleasant and homely but ironically I only seem to
passing through such landscapes in my dreams.
I see a quite amazing and lucid sight up ahead so decide to slow the car down and take a closer look.
To my left on the other side of the road I see a large stone structure which looks remarkably like the
Brandenberg gate, it is covered in mossy green stains and lichens and looks neglected and in need of
repair, saying that it still looks remarkable and a stunning sight.
I’m made aware that the gargantuan stone portal leads through to a fine stately home but I’m also
aware that this stately home has been neglected too, it used to belong to a noble family who have long
since gone. The property and gate are now in the care of the local authorities and I sense that they
might be going to turn it into a sight of public interest and heritage. They don’t seem to have got
underway with any work as of yet though and the property is off limits to the general public, the
authorities have parked a big 4x4 off-road vehicle closely behind the entrance in order to stop people
passing through the gate and trespassing.
After a while of looking at the magnificent stone gateway I get back into the car and head off on my
way. I carry on driving through a great deal more of familiar yet unfamiliar countryside before
eventually arriving at a little old seaside town, just as the preceding landscape was familiar so is the
seaside town if not more so.
I drive slowly into the village which holds a high up vantage point looking out over a cliff reinforced with
ancient bricks overlooking the beach and sea. I approach a ledge on some steep battlements made
from very familiar sand stones (the kind that were used on an old stone barn at my childhood home).
The grey mauve stones are incredibly weathered and are very rounded and virtually worn away in
places.
I drive the car along the narrow thin ledge trying to get over to the other side but I soon realise that
the little path isn’t very practical for cars to traverse, it looks as if cars can be used but only one at a
time with people coming from the opposite direction having to give way. I get about half way across
when I start to become very anxious of the height, the car also seems to get a little stuck in the narrow
space and the very low weathered wall to my left offers very little if any protection from tumbling down
the cliff.
Having had enough of the stressful situation I decide to back up and get off the ledge but not before
something interesting catches my eye way down below on the beach. Looking out of the car window I
see a man made swimming or paddling pool down on the beach, it’s the kind that fills up with sea water
when the tide comes in and leaves a full swimming pool of sea water when the tide goes out. I see
some children with adults playing in the pool and I realise that I am witnessing a (real) scene from my
childhood but from a different perspective, I’m pretty sure that the child ‘Me’ is down in that pool of
water.
I reluctantly draw myself away from the scene and reverse the car out the way I came in, I hope that
nobody pulls up behind me wanting to pass along the ledge otherwise I’ll be stuck in a tricky situation.
Fortunately nobody does pull up behind me and I’m free to reverse back the way I came.
With head turned I back the car near to a large old sandstone archway leading into the village (which I
passed on my way in) in order to take a different route down into the village. When I turn my head
back again and take one last look at the daunting ledge over the cliff I see a woman stood a few yards
in front of me, the sight gives me a bit of tingle as she seemed to appear from out of nowhere.
The woman has her back to me but I can see that she is very short and has a curvaceous hourglass
figure, her hair is light mousy brown and comes down to her shoulders. She is dressed in a sort of
1960’s kind of beatnik or Mod style clothing with a tight light coloured jacket cut high at the waist and a
short tight skirt that comes up to about half way up her thighs. I can’t help myself looking at her bare
legs which are very beautiful and have a very sensual shape that I find extremely attractive and
difficult to avert my eyes from, the shape of her legs are accentuated by the high stilettos that she is
wearing.
I watch as the woman walks out over the narrow ledge that I wasn’t willing to cross, I feel a twinge of
jealousy at her lack of fear feeling that she is overcoming an obstacle that I couldn’t. But I still can’t
help finding her deeply attractive in a physical way the shape of her body and particular her naked legs
and the way she walks causes my heart to flutter and makes me feel very excited.
Much later I arrive back home with the tea and snacks I originally left for in order to offer the workers
but when I arrive back I’m unhappy to find that the house is full of people squatting and loafing about.
Some of these people I recognise from my place of work others seem like strangers. They all seem to
have turned up and are waiting for me to feed them with the tea and cakes I’d been out to get. The
situation leaves me feeling annoyed and having no privacy.
Additional Comments:
This was an extremely vivid dream I felt completely immersed in a real world.
Date of dream: Friday, July 27, 2007
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It is evening time and I am over at my Mum’s house where there is a very large gathering of people
some family and some dream friends and others are strangers. It is quite odd in the dream as my Mum
doesn’t seem to be about and I appear to be the owner of her mobile home and am meant to be taking
care of the guests and making all of the preparations.
It appears that some more guests are going to be coming back from holiday and are going to be
dropped of at my Mum’s/my house and we are all gathered to welcome them back.
My Mum’s sister is in the little washroom with the fridge door open looking inside, we have a vague but
intimate conversation which ends with my aunt telling me that I should prepare some tea and cakes for
when the visitors come back off holiday.
(I was quite surprised to see this aunt as there are family troubles between her and my Mum, her
sister. It’s nothing really affecting me but I get dragged into some of the troubles nonetheless).
I go over to the kitchen cupboards to see what snacks and drinks I have to offer all of the visitors and
the people that are going to be arriving later. It soon becomes clear that I don’t have anything to offer
so I will need to pop out buy some tea, coffee and cakes quickly and then hurry back.
I head off out to a supermarket which is uncanny because when I get there it is the exact same
supermarket that I visited in an earlier dream from tonight in the dream called ‘Shiny washers for rusty
bolts.’ (This really was such a strange feeling and difficult to explain, a bit as if there was some sort of
time trickery going on although they felt like two different dream episodes).
I hurry about the supermarket picking up some packets of coffee and tea and some cakes, my arms
are full but I still stop to pick up some mugs as there won’t be enough at home to go around all of the
guests.
(This was another curious moment as the three mugs I picked up are a style of mug that is already at
home, a mustardy yellow color with a cartoon face of a tabby cat on the front....I was quite amazed to
see that show up in the dream although at the time it was quite normal it was only on waking that I
found it quirky and funny).
At the checkout there is a short stocky looking man who looks vaguely like an uncle (the father of the
crazy cousin I dream of often). He looks extremely muscly and also a little tense and aggressive too,
I’m not really afraid of him but just keep out of his way, he appears to be a bit agitated over
something, that something may not have anything to do with me as I watch him look about the
superstore in various directions in a twitchy sort of way.
After paying I head back home and start preparing lots of cups of tea and coffee and setting out the
cakes on plates. The ambiance is very nice and busy with the chatter of so many people, it makes me
quite happy to be surrounded like this.
