Lucid Intent? No
This dream has been viewed 5620 times.Daytime and I find myself in a room which half looks like one of the classrooms at my old art college and also one of the office rooms at my current place of work, I find myself sat in on an informal discussion or lecture with lots of other student types sat about casually on desks, chairs and resting up against walls and being give a talk by a male teacher.
Suddenly my mobile telephone rings and I quietly and discreetly as possible answer it without disrupting the lecture. It’s my wife and she is calling to tell me that a delivery of floor tiles have been dropped off outside our (dream) home and that I need to hurry back and take them indoors as she has been informed that there is a suspicious van loitering in the street outside our house whose occupants she believes are waiting for the right opportunity to load up the tiles and then steal them away.
I feel agitated and frustrated at being pulled away from my lecture but I don’t seem to have any other choice so I leave the room get into my car and head back home.
I take the road back to my dream home which I realise is in the same location in some wooded countryside at the bottom of a hill where a restaurant called ‘La Cheminee’* (The chimney) exists in reality. At some point on my way home I consider not bothering to go back and take the delivery of tiles indoors and just leave them where they are regardless of the danger of them being pinched, almost as I get home I change my mind and turn back to go to the college to listen to the last of the lecture but I quickly change my mind and make a very hasty and slightly dangerous U-turn on the steep forested hill, annoying another male driver who was travelling close behind me.
When I eventually pull up outside the house I see the old white van in the street almost parked there staked out waiting for the opportunity to steal my tiles, this eventuality would now seem to have been averted now that I have arrived on the scene.
I head on inside to the (dream) house which is familiar and yet unfamiliar at the same time, the home looks in a real state and needs a lot of work doing to it renovation wise it also looks unkempt too, not particularly dirty just that all of the amenities and appliances and decorations have fallen into disrepair and have never been renewed. In fact it would seem that since moving to this property we have never done away with all of the previous owner’s furnishings and belongings, it is this which seems to be the problem and now it seems obvious and that it is the time and imperative to do this now.
I go into one dank and dim shuttered bedroom cluttered with brick-a-brack and hear water trickling and running, when I look to the back wall I see water seeping through cracks and crevices that have appeared in the wall. I sense that the water isn’t quite normal though and is somehow saline like tears, it is a very sad sight and seems to be the visual epitome of pure sorrow.
**It is at this point after seeing the wall that I have a moment of clarity and understanding which borders on the lucid just like I did in yesterdays dream, I have the profound realisation that this dream house is me, or symbolically represents me and thus the weeping wall is an aspect of myself which is somehow distressed and sorrowful or sad and needs healing. These new insights into my dreams may have come about from some online literature that I have been reading just recently about dream work, I’ve put the link just below if anyone is interested in reading:
I consider tearing away the wall paper and digging into the wall to see what is causing the stream of tears but decide against it, considering it somehow counterproductive and destructive, I turn half-heartedly wanting to rectify the problem with the crying wall but feeling helpless to do anything, I wander into a neighbouring bedroom where I am surprised to meet my pet cat*** I go over to greet him and give him some loving and cuddles.
As I play with my cat he becomes very frisky almost to the point becoming overly playful and starting to gently nip (something about this made me think of sexual excitement?), I note that he doesn’t like his front paws stroked and when he rolls onto his belly I see that he has his little furry balls in place near to his little willy, its something of a surprise as I realise that he was neutered when he was younger and I exclaim “Why Sampson, you’ve got your furry balls back!”
After a while the stroking and cuddling becomes too much for the cat (almost as if he were becoming too excited) and he hops down from the bed and trots off. Being able to stroke him has made me feel much happier and much to my surprise when I return to the bedroom with the weeping wall I’m surprised to see that it has stopped crying.
There still feels like there is a lot of work left to do such as getting rid of the previous owners clutter, and then there are those tiles I had delivered and where to store them so that they won’t get stolen.
Additional Comments:Thoughts: *As this location was specific and I have only ever been to this restaurant once and quite a few years ago it may represent something significant, it seems to have been chosen for a special reason and the only thing I can think of at the moment is that this restaurant had a peculiar indoor aquarium a part of which was literally like an indoor pond which had some kind of peculiar baby shark (a recurring symbol from time to time) like fish swimming in it, chimney’s and particularly hearths are something of recurring symbols for me too. **This dream shared that feeling of enlightenment from within the dream and that feeling of understanding the true nature of dream objects and what they symbolise, the profundity of this realisation has almost brought me to lucidity and this way of seeing in dreams may well be a good technique for becoming lucid regularly I think perhaps, that is if one is able to pause and question the dream objects, people and environment they are in from within the dream. From making these observations I can now see (at least for myself and on waking and from within my dreams from time to time) how everything in the dream world seems to represent the dreamers ‘Self’. ***I also think that the above dream was heavily multilayered too and the drama with my pet cat ties in at a directly personal level I feel and also literally as my pet cat passed away recently, and the reappearance of the masculine aspect (the testes) of a sensual creature such as a cat probably has something to do with my own struggles with masculine/feminine identity and the recovery of a more masculine character.