Date of dream: Thursday, October 16, 2008
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness: 
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
Yes
Lucid Technique: MILD
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I find myself in a television studio where a political discussion is taking place between a French
presidential candidate and a female interviewer. It’s interesting to note that the presidential
aspirant is being played by a stereotypical German rock climber who featured in a 1970’s Clint
Eastwood film I watched parts of the previous evening, but in my dream this character is very quiet
and reserved and almost timid whereas in the film he was clichéd as being arrogant.
(The film was called ‘The Eiger Sanction’ and is probably symbolically relevant on various levels
of my waking life. With all of the fluff removed and at a purely symbolic level at the core the
film is more simply about climbing a mountain which in the context of dreams is deeply symbolic in
itself. The rest of the drama seemed to concern power struggles between the egos of the various
principal characters, as these various people were meant to be a team it could be seen as a thin
metaphor for the discontent between the various aspects that go into making up ones greater
Self….there were lots of other elements in the film which could be turned on their head and viewed
in an alternatively symbolic way but I’m waffling off topic there so back to the dream!).
In the studio the lady interviewer and the presidential candidate seem to be getting along very
well, the politician seems like a very polite, placid and honest man just right for the job of
president.
But suddenly the interviewer drops a bombshell and surprises the audience and the politician with
some footage that was secretly taken of the politician at an outdoor market earlier that day.
The footage shows the politician skulking around the market he is up to no good but seems to be
going about his mischief as discreetly as possible. We watch as the politician is filmed going over
to a clothes stall where he selects a gentleman’s shirt and then goes to pay for it with a handful
of banknotes. He hands the money over to the vendor but at the last moment when he has the stall
owner’s confidence he snatches the cash back and hurries off into the safety and obscurity of the
crowds of market goers shirt and all.
The presidential hopeful is then filmed trying to chat up some young ladies he seems to be making a
nuisance of himself but continues his flirtations regardless of the ladies annoyance.
The scene eventually returns back to the television studio to a silenced and shocked hush, the once
presidential hopeful cringes and is speechless at the investigative journalist’s exposé.
Additional Comments:
Thoughts: I can’t really be sure what this dream is about it seems symbolic and might be linked to Dream 3 but I do also have the flu at the moment and have had a bit of a feverish night last night and the third dream did seem like one of those typical fever type dreams.
Dream 1: High above an archipelago – (A very deep and distant dream, almost forgotten). I find myself flying very high above a peaceful deep blue almost artificial or computer simulated ocean, I can see that I am approaching a lush green archipelago just up ahead. (These dreams of flying over islands recur quite often and feel very vivid and different from my regular dreams, they are always followed by sensations and feelings of having journeyed and travelled to far off unchartered places).
Dream 3: Political hell – It is night time and I find myself in what feels like a haunted house, I am accompanied by a man who might possibly be the presidential candidate from the principal Dream 2. (This dream felt like a separate dream in its own right though and its strange nightmarish drama may have come about due to the feverish flu I have at the moment. The old Victorian house has an eerie Lovecraftian almost sinister black magic air about it. From out of an arched doorway I see a male approach myself and the other man, he is dressed in a long tan coloured robe, something like a duffle coat with a hood, the man’s face is in shadow and not visible he has an ominous monastic aura about him. The robed man lifts the other man who accompanies me and who doesn’t resist up over his shoulder like a sack of coal or potatoes and then turns and carries him off to an adjoining room. I can feel the tension begin to mount and sense that the man who has been carried away is being carted off to meet his doom in the adjoining room. Although the atmosphere is heavy and menacing I can’t resist but see what fate awaits the man when he is thrown into the adjoining room. One of the arched doors is slightly ajar and offers me a peek into the room where I see a giant bodiless skull with glowing red eyes racing around the floor of the small hall in a stop motion animated sort of way chomping and chattering away to itself. (From within the dream this detail was quite scary but on waking it merely seemed preposterous and ridiculous).
Date of dream: Thursday, March 13, 2008
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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(I went to bed at 10pm last night but woke up at 2am after having a nightmare (see dream 2) as I was awake I managed to recall the below dream which preceded the nightmare and was surprised by its realism and clarity short as it was).
I find myself in a very special kind of lounge or sitting room it doesn’t have walls as such just misty vaporous ethereal curtains colored in mottled pastel colors, beyond these opaque walls the dreamscape bleeds off into a universe like void.
The lounge feels something like a meeting place, a waiting room or perhaps even a purgatory (but in a positive way).
The lounge has a firm‘U’ shaped sofa made of light brown textured woolen fabric which has very tactile fibers and is very comfortable its design is simple, clean and practical with a hint of homeliness about it. A television set sits at the opening of this U-shaped seating arrangement, currently switched off.
There are some vague people milling about in the lounge area and some beyond the void but there are two significant characters sat upon the sofa, an older male to the left and an older female to the right, I feel as if these two people are friends they are very real and it is as if I know them well but this is something of a rare dream meeting.
I feel sort of younger and maybe immature or childlike in the company of the man and woman but they don’t seem judgmental and are very friendly and serene. I note that I am wearing a pair of baggy pajamas and a pair of huge long wooly socks that are floppy at the ends but extremely comfortable and toasty.
Before I join the couple on the sofa I crawl over to the television set and switch it on, a snowy fuzzy picture appears accompanied by vague but very lucid echoing or muffled voices speaking. The fact that there are no pictures for the moment doesn’t seem important so I leave the TV switched on with the strange incoherent voices chattering.
I then go over to the sofa and sit in-between the man and woman putting my feet up on the couch, the male sits in the middle section or bottom part of the ‘U’ shape, I sit in the corner to his right and the lady sits to my immediate right on the right hand side of the U-shaped couch.
I take hold of a grey television remote controller whose buttons seem to indicate many different languages rather than television stations. I feel really happy, safe and content to be sat here like this, it’s just as if I, the man and woman are becoming familiar with one another and getting in tune with ourselves.
Additional Comments:
Interpretation: Most of last nights dreams were a real mixed bunch some positive others less so. The
nightmares might be linked to a sinus infection I have at the moment which has made me feel very
unwell although some of the symbolism and circumstances like with my sister-in-law are actually
recurring. I posted the above dream as the principle one as it was very pleasant and comforting also
surprising too considering this dream couldn’t have happened that long after I had fallen asleep....I
would no doubt have forgotten it if I hadn’t have had that horrible nightmare.
Dream 2: Nightmare attack – (A horrible nightmare that woke me up worrying and confusing me for the
rest of the early morning, possibly due to the fever I still have at the moment). It is night time and I
find myself at the rear of a vaguely familiar factory I see something happening in a dark alley way so
peer around the corner to investigate, I see a man attacking a young woman who he has pinned up on
top of a wire fence. The man is some kind of high ranking untouchable politician but beneath this guise
he is also something of a werewolf (more wolf than man it seems). I realize that the young woman
being assaulted is my sister-in-law (the same one from this dream which I called ‘My grave.’ -
03/11/08), only the relative is much younger than she is now (I never knew her at this age).
Dream 3: Trying to warn about the nightmare attack – (After awakening from the nightmare I
eventually fall back asleep and re-enter the dream pretty much where it left off). After witnessing the
assault I find myself hurrying to try and get help I rush out onto a deserted main street where I find the
same sister-in-law (?) walking with her boyfriend, she is now her current age but I don’t seem to notice
the obvious contradiction of what I’ve just witnessed and what I am now seeing. I am very anxious and
panicky and I try to warn my sister-in-law and her boyfriend of what I’ve just seen (I’m very confused
at this point and seem to think that the attack in the alleyway represents a future event that can be
averted). I tell my sister-in-law’s boyfriend that he absolutely must not take risks if confronted by
another male, or get into fights and not to intimidate anyone unnecessarily as this seems to be the
cause of the assault in the alleyway.
Dream 4: Sleeping over at my intimidating boss’s house – It is night time and I find myself in a large
villa that belongs to the big boss from my place of work (I don’t know the person that well in waking
life), I am here with another female and we feel as if we are being kept captive on his property just as
if we were kidnapped or being held hostage. Both the female and I feel much younger almost like in
our early teens, the manager is extremely overbearing almost dictatorial and scary like some kind of
gang boss. The manager demands that we both go to sleep on two make shift beds made from sleeping
bags on the floor, he seems to be sick of the sight of us and fed up with our presence both I and the
young woman feel very intimidated and frightened so we do as we are told. The big boss says out aloud
to himself as if criticizing us that the women he has cleaning his villa are more competent than we are.
I wonder why he is being so nasty and threatening, a part of me recalls he is a Scorpio (which is true in
waking life, but I am also a Scorpio as well) I know Scorpio’s can be a bit intimidating sometimes but I
also seem to recall they can be compassionate too so I wonder why he is being so hard on us.
Dream 5: Expensive stunts – Daytime and I find myself very high up on what I can only describe as a
skyscraper under construction, I am stood in an enclosed space on three sides with concrete floor and
walls with one side that is totally exposed to the elements where the sky can be seen. The area where I
am is very large and looks something like a multistory car park with two levels, suddenly as if out of
nowhere a truck or camper van comes flying over the first raised floor and goes crashing down into the
lower area destroying a plethora of parked cars. I’m really shocked by the accident and imagine that
the damage caused is going to be extremely expensive, but then a film director explains to me that the
accident was a staged stunt and was all planned, I say “Oh!” and my shock dissipates and I feel less
worried. A group of men then drive a large dumper truck into the bay like area, two of the men act
very much like the comedy duo Laurel & Hardy they are very slapstick and make me laugh lots with
their antics. A lot of attention is paid to a lynch pin on the rear of the dumpsters swinging doors, also a
kind of engine disabler is demonstrated to me. The security device is most strange and looks like an
insects proboscis, when activated it penetrates the engine block completely disabling the vehicle.
Dream 6: Telling the police about the nightmare attack – (I seem to return to the previous nightmare
still persistently trying to get the importance of my message across to someone). I go to the house of
the sister-in-law she is not there but the boyfriend is there as well as my wife, I frantically try to explain
about the assault that is going to happen but they don’t believe me and shrug me off much to my
frustration. I decide to go to see the police (American police) and they are much more understanding, I
tell them the whole story and they thank me for my information. The police sergeant explains to me
that my dream was a premonition and that my warning has given them just enough time to get to the
future crime scene and avert the attack and stop my sister-in-law from being killed.
Dream 7: The gambler – In this dream I am a black man who has just won $100,000.00 on a lottery
game, I decide to spend some of my money on playing slot machines. I play one particular machine
which strangely only has one reel, the machine seems special what with its purple color and flashing
lights there seems to a kind of snake or ladder sub-game which one works his or her way up in order to
win bigger prizes. At first I actually manage to win another $200 but as the game progresses the sub-
games turn into strange holographic versions of sports like tennis and golf which I don’t find as
appealing, I start to lose my money as I lose interest in the game. The entire drama seems to have
taken place in a pleasant park vaguely similar to one I know in my childhood hometown which is near
to a cemetery. The tennis game in particular starts to drive me nuts and I pull myself away from the
slot machine disgusted, I take stock of the situation and realize that not only have I lost the money I
won on the machines but I’ve also lost my lottery win of $100,000.00 too. I feel devastated and
annoyed with myself but I’m a regular simple sort of guy and don’t know what to do. Just then a large
group of black people who seem to know me come over and sit down on the grass to talk with me, one
street wise man in particular who has a large handlebar moustache and is dressed in 1970’s style
clothes has a real heart to heart with me. The man tries to console and comfort me but he also
becomes animated when asks me what the heck I was doing, he wants to know how I managed to
squander a hundred thousand dollars without stopping myself before I frittered and gambled it all away.
Date of dream: Friday, January 11, 2008
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My wife is involved in some kind of feud with a family (this doesn't represent any waking life drama, I
even had a feeing that my wife was more symbolical than a representation of her waking life self in this
dream) who lives in an unfamiliar suburban area she wants me to go with her around to the house of
this family as a sort of back-up or support whilst she carries out some kind of spying mission.
My wife has vengeful plans for the family that she is in conflict with. We go around to the house at an
unusual time of day possible twilight and break into the family’s property.
We settle down in one room hiding in the shadows half in secret as if performing some kind of
reconnaissance mission and half in ambush ready to make a surprise attack on the family.
After a while we both realize that we have been watched all the while we’ve been here by a very
sinister older woman dressed all in black mourning clothes, this women has an extremely petrifying
sour expression on her face.
My wife and I make a hasty retreat and rush back to our house out of fear of the woman, when we
arrive back home we are horrified to discover that the men of the sinister woman’s family are dumping
what looks like a lot of their old junk onto our driveway.
On closer inspection I can see that they what they have actually dumped is their old dismantled fake
Christmas tree. I sense that trouble is about to flare up with the men so I make a hasty text message
on my portable telephone to my sister-in-law (?) a sort of plea for help I guess.
Rather than write a personal message I use a pre-prepared template message that came free with the
telephone. A short while passes before I receive a return telephone call from my sister-in-law. She
scolds me for sending such a message as its urgent nature made her very panicky and concerned for
the safety of either myself or a family member when there was nothing really seriously amiss.
The sister-in-law is still friendly with me but she says that I must never make such a call again as it can
make her panic and very anxious.
Just as I suspected the males of the family who have just dumped their old Christmas tree on our
driveway start to become hostile with me and one blond haired male makes a fast paced aggressive
approach directly towards me.
We embrace and struggle terribly but don’t throw any blows the fight tumbles inside of the house. The
man is much smaller than me but extremely muscley I know he is going to get the upper hand so I bite
him firmly on his large breast like pectoral muscle* and he releases his grip.
Surprisingly the man doesn’t come across as being all that bad though and we seem to come to
something of a compromise or truce, he explains that his reason for coming is to install a new television
aerial for me.
As I watch him install all of the cables and antennae I suddenly recognize him as being the Mordred
character from this dream ‘The fatherly glassblower.’ - 01/07/08 and yet again his muscley physique
has gone someway to disguise his true identity.
After the man has finished installing my new aerial he turns on a television set and shows me a
recording of himself and his father at a motorcycle racing circuit, I immediately recognize the
motorcycle that the two men are using as one belonging to my childhood hero the motorcycle racing
champion Barry Sheene.
(Barry seems to pop up every once in a while in my dreams and he or his bike always come across
with a positive message of some kind).
The Suzuki performs impeccably on the circuit, as we stand watching it’s explained to me that the most
important part of the motorcycle are the tires. I see that the tires on this motorcycle are the old style
ones with a deep tread and profile very much like a car tire and not at all like a modern slicks,
apparently this style of tire offers exceptional grip and are the best as they make the rider into a man
and a winner like Barry.
As I watch the recording on the television I mention to the muscly man that somebody else gave me
the same advice about this type of tire in an earlier dream this night (this bizarre detail seemed to be a
false dream memory within the dream as I couldn’t for the life of me recall who told me and in which
dream I was told this detail, apart from in this one?).
I turn back to the television set and finish watching the rest of the recording, the father pulls into the
pits after having a ride around the circuit on the motorcycle. The son has to lift and carry him of the
motorcycle as his father seems to have suddenly become aged and crippled.
I watch as the muscly son gently and carefully lowers his father into a seat in the pit garage in order to
rest, the old man’s legs shake uncontrollably with tremors. There is an element of the father ceding
way to his son here, it would appear that the older man is going to retire and won’t be riding
motorcycles any longer.
Additional Comments:
Interpretation: I had a hunch that a dream of this sort was going to crop up sooner or later as it strikes
me as being an attempt at counterbalancing out some of the more archetypal female oriented dreams
I’ve been having just lately, it may also have been partly influenced by the sharing of comments with
the Dream Journal member HelloDali the previous evening which also revolved around this topic. The
Mordred character looks like he’s going to be popping up a bit more often as this was his
second ‘disguised’ visit, perhaps he represents the Shadow but I have a feeling he maybe just simply
represents a masculine archetype who either has some qualities that might me beneficial for me to
assimilate or he’s a previously suppressed or hidden character aspect who is gradually revealing and
making himself known.*Whilst I was showering this morning I pondered over the dream and wondered
why on earth I bit the man’s pectoral like I did? It seemed such a weird thing to do, and then it came to
me in a flash (and this is sure going to sound hellish weird) the act seemed to represent breast feeding
or a kind of suckling with a surrogate father or male figure. I’m sure that must sound totally messed up
but I only suggest it as being a purely symbolic act, as I was mulling it over the thought just popped
into my head as clear as crystal it just seemed so obvious. The Barry Sheene character most probably
represents a manly hero archetype and somebody who is willing to take risks to better himself. The tire
symbolism was also very striking and made me thing of getting a better grip on what I’d like to do with
my life, the deep tread made me thing of letting the rainwater (emotions etc) run off easily and finally
the fact that these tires seemed to perform better than any modern tire might suggest that I was doing
things in the past better and in a tried and tested way (possible related to my art and where I wanted to
take it or just in a personal development kind of way).
Dream 2: A cow in need - I’m walking around my childhood hometown when I receive a telepathic
telephone call directly from my Nan she tells me that a cow has managed to free itself from a farmers
field about a mile from her house. (Incidentally this was exactly the same location the disguised
Mordred as a policeman was directing the couple to in this dream ‘The fatherly glassblower.’ - 01/07/08,
on top of this the same Mordred character appeared in the first dream from tonight (see above) and
once again he was in disguise). I really don’t feel like walking all the way to my Nan’s house up the hill
and then out into the countryside to go take care of the cow but my Nan warns me that it is both a
public obligation enforced by law and a moral duty to go to the aid of a cow which is in need of help. My
Nan adds that at least 1 in 12 of the people in the closest vicinity to the cow are obliged to go to the
animals assistance, she has contacted me as I am one of the twelve people nearest to the stray cow. I
trudge out to the countryside and see the black and white cow walking leisurely along a country lane, I
wonder to myself how and why the cow got out of the field, it doesn’t appear to have wanted to make a
bid for freedom as its simply wandering around aimlessly and quite clueless with it. I carry on walking
further along the lane and see another cow this one looks like a highland cow with long shaggy brown
fur, it too appears to have tried to get out of its field by reversing bum first into the barbed wire fence
(slightly reminiscent of how I reversed out of the chocolate shop in another dream this week). The
brown cow has got itself caught nastily with the barbed wire cutting right into its stomach, the cow
doesn’t appear to be in pain though and I imagine that the farmer will have to come out to the field to
free the cow and repair the fence with some new barbed wire. I continue a little further along the lane
and see another cow in the field it looks very healthy (like the others) if a little bloated or full of air, all
of the cows in this dream struck me as being very stupid and lacking any intelligence or drive.
