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Very early morning and I find myself at my childhood home. I have gotten into a small white
hatchback car which is very familiar to me from past dreams and one that I often find myself
travelling around in.
I pull away from the driveway and turn right and almost immediately find myself on a road not far
from my work just near to the approach of a large round-a-bout. My car seems to suffer a mechanical
problem or I seem to realise that I have forgotten something back at the house, either way I have
to pull over onto the grass verge just before the traffic circle and stop.
I get out and walk back towards my house and return to where I parked the car almost immediately,
when I see my car I’m shocked to find that it has been absolutely ransacked. The wheels are
missing, the bonnet has been pulled off and most of the machinery in the engine bay appears to have
been pilfered and pinched.
The car is useless and I’m really quite outraged and angry but also completely puzzled how somebody
could have done this act of vandalism so quickly. I ponder over who could have done such a thing
but it seems pointless getting myself worked up about it as the culprits are probably long gone by
I trudge back to my childhood home where I see a farmer ploughing his field, I stop the man and ask
him if he wouldn’t mind giving me a lift to work. The farmer is very obliging and hoists me up into
the back of his cab. Once again we pull out onto the lane past my childhood home and in the
direction of my work only this time more slowly and methodically as dictated by the pace of the
Thoughts: Possibly some kind of reference to my life path and how I might need to slow down and cultivate certain aspects of it. Its strange to have such a dream really as only a couple of days ago I was sat in a very fancy posh car in a dream which felt very good and here I am a day or two later with a complete wreck of a vehicle. I’m pretty sure and have started to notice that my dream dramas are very sensitive to my waking life mood and the controlling of ones mood may be key to becoming more lucid in my dreams perhaps.
Dream 1: A fish out of water – I find myself in a small dark music hall where a band I listened to in my early teens are performing, the lead singer (whose name is Fish incidentally) has some kind of harness attached to his chest and is suspended from the stages ceiling by some kind of theatrical wires. The idea being that the singer is lifted from the stage in an effort to make it look like he is flying, the performance doesn’t quite go as expected though as the lead singer isn’t at all familiar with how the theatrical harness and cables work. He gets lifted off the ground and with a startled and surprised look on his face he lurches clumsily forwards, the audience giggles a bit at this but the front man takes it all in good spirits and laughs along with the audience as he learns to fly. (What with the lead singers nickname being Fish and the quirky attempt to fly it made me think of the expression “A fish out of water”).
Dream 2: Surviving with mini cars – Night time and I find myself on a wide forest path at night time I am accompanied by the television celebrity survival expert Bear Grylls (his unusual first name may be significant), we make our way along the path hurriedly as if performing some kind of survival trek or orienteering stage. We eventually arrive at a large outdoor one story pre-fabricated hall which would appear to be some kind of club house, there are many people here all involved with many small cars which look a bit like small go-kart concept sports cars with room only for one person inside, I gather that the engines in these vehicles only have the small capacity of a 50cc moped but are surprisingly adept regardless of this fact. As I look at the cars as they are being prepped a group of young women starts to giggle and laugh at me from a distance, I wonder why and looking down at myself I see that I am wearing a pair of bizarre short trousers made from denim which look very quirky and a matching denim shirt. The clothes are really bizarre and I feel a bit silly in them sort of like a clown.
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It is daytime and I find myself back at my childhood home in the in the garden at the rear of the house,
the garden is a mess and is full of dead matted grass and weeds.
The soil needs turning and re-turfing to bring it back to life again but the job fills me with despair and I
feel that I will be unable to fulfill this task by myself and will need help.
Thankfully a farmer turns up and drives a blue and white tractor into the back garden. It’s a surprising
sight and seems like the perfect tool which will get the job done quickly.
I’m very surprised to see that when the farmer climbs out of the cab it’s a strong looking woman and
not a man, the lady wears clothes just like a male farmer might though.
The soil in the garden is very hard and is full of weeds and long dead grass, the tractors plough is not
strong enough to cut through the matted top layer of weeds.
The farmer and I need to cut a layer of the top soil an inch or two deep away in order to be able to get
at and turn the softer soil below, I pick up a spade and start helping her.
The work is slow, tiring and cumbersome we peal back an area of the stubborn weed ridden top soil
about a metre square before moving onto the next patch of turf.
I tell the farmer I’m just going to get changed into some more suitable outdoor clothing. I carry the
square sheet of turf with me to discard at the other end of the garden.
Unusually I go to discard the piece of dead turf underneath a washing line on the driveway which is
completely loaded with fresh clean white clothes that are out drying.
My wife suddenly appears on the driveway near the front of the house and asks me what on earth I
think I’m doing dumping the dirty patch of soil so close to the clean laundry.
I see what she means although I seemed to be oblivious to the fact beforehand, now that she points it
out I can see that the dirt could easily get onto the fresh clean washing.
In a change of mind I place the turf to one side of the garden where I plan to dispose of it later in
turning it over I see a huge vile larva attached to the underneath of the soil.
The repulsive maggot must have been growing underneath the garden undergoing its metamorphosis
before the farmer and I removed the square piece of turf.
My wife becomes almost hysterical thinking that the piece of soil will be dropping eggs or other larva
everywhere where we are stood and near to the clean laundry.
The creature is absolutely repulsive but I tell her that there is only one and it is in a dormant
undeveloped state and that she has no reason to worry.
The horrible creature is revolting I take a closer look and see that the main part of its body is a pearly
bright white color and looks like the raw skinned flesh of a white fish.
Its head in contrast is almost a perfect matt black sphere and seems to be much more developed and
harder or tough than the rest of its soft white gelatinous body.
The spherical head of the vile insect and in particular the large dull glazed compound eyes look exactly
like the modern helmet and visor a jet fighter pilot would wear.
Interpretation: I have read that to see a garden in such a state in ones dreams can symbolize that the
dreamer has neglected their spiritual needs and personal growth. I can see how that fits in with my
waking life as I feel really stuck in a rut at the moment particularly as regards my work and just like in
the dream I feel really helpless and unable to motivate myself. I’ve read in one of my dream
dictionaries that I need to clear away the weeds and start nurturing my talents. Maybe the
resourcefulness and ingenuity symbolized by the tractor is the way to tackle this problem, and maybe
help or guidance can be found in the form of female qualities a bit like with the helpful farmer in my
dream, I have read that the farmer symbol can represent ones productivity and can often appear to
question if the dreamer is using his or her fullest potential. I’m pretty sure at some level the farmer
represents my need to work harder if I am to ultimately reap any benefits and rewards (incidentally the
blue and white of the female farmer’s tractor reminded me of the colors associated with the Virgin Mary
from the bible).
Dream 1: Endless epitaph – I find myself in a deserted graveyard looking at a gravestone which has a
long almost endless string of letters, numbers and unfamiliar symbols or characters cut and engraved
into it. The long epitaph runs the length of two long sentences or lines, it doesn’t seem to carry any
meaning at least not for me. What does seem to be of importance is that mason who cut the letters into
the stone didn’t use any kind of finishing effect on his lettering to make them stand out such as gold
leaf or enamel, I and somebody else who is unfamiliar but seems to be a (dream) friend want to rectify
this. The other man and I decide to create some kind of unusual black tar like substance which we will
use to paint and fill in the deeply engraved lettering. One of the main ingredients of the concoction we
plan to make to do this job is leather and in particular the leather from the saddle used to ride a horse.
This other person and I mix up this strange tar like mixture in a large cauldron in the graveyard in
order to finish off the masons lettering.
Dream 2: Screaming uncle – A very brief almost instantaneous dream/nightmare where I see a man
who looks very much like an uncle with his face pressed up close to mine, he is literally screaming a
barrage of insults and abuse at me. Its terrifying and upsetting but is over no sooner than it has started.
Dream 3: Irreproducible map of the ancients – I find myself in an arid rocky desert valley which seems
to have once been the bastion of kings or ancient gods. The setting looks Middle Eastern and is dry with
no vegetation about. I look up to a huge vast sandy colored cliff face where a fantastic ancient frieze
has been carved into the rock face consisting of stunning gargantuan bas-relief figures. Some of the
carvings aren’t so low and penetrate quite deeply into the rock, in fact at one point they seem to
penetrate into a deep hole in the cliff almost like a tunnel. The figurines which look like ancient Greek
gods are immense in stature at least 10 or 15 times the height of a real man, these figures seem to be
in the process of acting out some kind of drama. Looking more closely at the area where the carvings
are much deeper I see an ancient map carved into the stone, it is almost as if it has been obscured or
hidden intentionally. The map seems very important to me and perhaps signifies the way that I may
return back to this valley of kings at a future date. I take out a piece of paper and hurry to sketch down
the details of the map but no sooner have I finished the drawing than it spontaneously combusts in my
hands. In frustration I take out another piece of paper and endeavor to sketch out the details of the
map once more but just as before no sooner have I created a copy of the map than it ignites and turns
to ash in my hands. It appears that it is not permitted to duplicate or copy the stone map carved into
the cliff face as it is protected by some kind of higher power, the only way to record the map is by
memorizing it visually and mentally.
Dream 5: The time bubble – I find myself in the very grand hall of a large institute from the olden times
the interior has wooden paneled walls. Some kind of informal conference is taking place here between
young men dressed in Edwardian fine clothes, the men seem like aristocratic scholars or graduates.
Nobody seems to notice except me but a giant strange ethereal watery bubble appears as if by magic
in the middle of the room, the strange bubble is some kind of time capsule or time travel device. A man
who looks very familiar pushes his way out through the rubbery transparent bubble into the room, he
looks just like the actor Tom Baker who played one of the Dr. Who characters in the 1970’s in fact he
seems to be playing the role of the time traveling Doctor in my dream. He looks similar to how he did in
the television series only slightly more dapper and smartly dressed even his trademark scarf is neater
and tidier. I also note that his hair is smarter to and his permed hair is much tighter giving him a head
full of very thick curls. Tom comes over to chat with me as if there is some important time traveling
business we need to attend to, nobody else in the room seems to see what I can and they all continue
chatting amongst themselves as if nothing had happened.
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I find myself at a property not far from where I currently live in waking life except that in my dream
this nearby location really feels like my home. Even my family feels a little different it’s like I’m
surrounded by lots of people I feel I should know (and do know at a certain level) but who also feel
very new to me.
I am very aware of the passage of time in this dream and that today (the dream day) I have a very
good opportunity to buy a tractor at a reasonable price. I stress, have terrible changes of mind and I
feel completely indecisive about going through with the deal. In a very strange kind of way it feels as if
I’m going to a wedding that I’m not certain I want to consummate.
The day drags on and on and I still feel very confused about buying the tractor its now dusk time and I
know that it is time to go and meet the man who is selling the agricultural vehicle. I pick up a large slab
of orange colored and very buttery cheese which has been wrapped up in paper, this is my currency
and what I will be using to make my purchase.
(Incidentally the man who is selling the tractor seems to be aware and happy with the exchange of his
tractor for my slab of cheese).
I head off out by myself underneath a maroon sky full of dark purple clouds I have to meet the man
who is selling the tractor on a railway line in fact I gather that he has parked the vehicle on the actual
tracks as this is where he wants to carry out the deal.
In the end I lose heart or interest in the exchange and decide to head back home. I feel strangely
apathetic and unmotivated although somewhere deep down I do realize that I have let a great
opportunity pass me by in not exchanging the cheese for the tractor.
Interpretation: I think vehicles can often represent the direction one is moving forward in in ones life
and I’ve read that to dream of a tractor can represent resourcefulness, ingenuity and its more
obviously often associated with harvesting. I’ve also read that cheese symbolizes gains and profits and
symbolically it is also nourishment too. The particular handmade cheese I had in my dream made me
think of churning and that in turn got me thinking about churning ideas over in ones head, things start
out loose and undeveloped but eventually solidify into something more meaningful. If the above is the
case then the dream might be pointing out that in my aspirations to work for myself (if that is what this
dream is about) I need to focus on the work in itself rather than continuously churning over the ideas in
my head (a “Just do it!” attitude) or focusing on the possible or potential rewards that it could bring. In
the dream I felt a bit awkward about meeting the guy selling the tractor sort of a mixture of
embarrassment and slight intimidation. It certainly seemed like a great deal though and a missed
opportunity, the position of the vehicle on the train tracks made me think of being on track in a focused
directional kind of way.
Dream 2: An hour becomes an afternoon – I find myself walking along a peaceful sea front by myself I
feel as if I am on a little holiday enjoying myself and simply relaxing. As I stroll along the promenade I
see a familiar female work colleague she looks as if she is out for a stroll too but unlike me she
appears to be out on a working lunch, I wave over to her and call out “Hi!” she waves back to me with
a smile that I sense disguises some stress and anxiety on her part. I understand that as I’m on holiday
and not working she has twice the work to do, I decide to try and help her with the burden by popping
into work with her and helping out for the hour I would have taken from my lunch. I return to the office
and really get stuck into the work, but before I know it the entire afternoon has passed by and I’ve
ended up staying much longer than I initially intended. I don’t feel too annoyed and besides it’s more
my fault as I wasn’t keeping an eye on the time.
Dream 3: Low flying short winged airplanes – I find myself stood in a large field not too far from my
Mum’s house. I’m watching a very vivid scene where long futuristic shaped aircraft are flying up over a
gradual grassy hill before dipping down very low virtually right overhead of me before rising up again
and jetting silently off into the distance. The scene is quite spectacular and almost numinous
(incidentally this is exactly the same location where I dreamt of UFO’s flying about in this dream ‘The
UFO’s are coming.’ - 10/23/07 not so long back. As I lucidly watch the craft I note that they have
extremely short stubby wings.
Dream 4: Army rations – Again I find myself in the same field behind my Mum’s house as in the
previous dream (although this felt like quite a different dream story or episode). I’m dressed as an
army rookie soldier and am accompanied by a group of similarly dressed recruits. From over the hill we
see a strange little armored carrier approaching sort of like a tank but without the cannon or gun turret.
A very butch chunky female who resembles the waking life girlfriend of an aunt clambers out and
comes over to address us. The tough solid looking woman is dressed in combat gear and is something
of a military teacher specializing in nutrition. She has a friendly educational air about her and starts to
unload lots of different dishes from the rear of the armored vehicle to teach and talk to us about. The
first few dishes are like Mediterranean salads and look quite healthy but the last meal she shows us is
sealed in some kind of clear plastic bag and looks like large prawns in a creamy peachy seafood sauce.
The officer explains that this meal is extremely healthy and nutritious with many benefits but I’m left
feeling a bit perplexed as it doesn’t look particularly healthy to me.
Dream 5: Caduceus the god of empire building – I find myself in a particular location in a city I visit
from time to time (in reality there is a modern bronze statue of a centaur situated not far from where I
am stood in the dream). A lecturer from my old art college is stood with me, he was a man I admired,
looked up to very much and always enjoyed talking with. He is giving me a talk about how when
cultures finally reach their zenith and become great empires they undergo something called the
Caduceus effect. In fact this god seems to be something of a patron for nations with aspirations of
becoming a great empire. He goes on to add that most cultures with such aspirations show their respect
and reverence for Caduceus by creating artistic artifacts to venerate him with such as statues, icons
and emblems. My lecturer holds up a huge canvas sized piece of black cast iron which has the deeply
embossed bust of Caduceus portrait, the character wears a medieval style skull cap which has been
finished in fine mellow gold leaf which is very striking against the matt black of the background. The
face of Caduceus is quite authoritarian and that of a shaven older man with short hair who looks like a
cross between Julius Caesar and Voltaire. My old lecturer beckons me over to a nearby art gallery
where he explains that he is going to install the giant cast iron piece of artwork I follow him over to the
small modern gallery into a rear room. In the centre of this room is what looks like a fireplace with a
chimney that comes down from the ceiling about midway in the room, the purpose of this feature
doesn’t appear to be used for lighting fires though. The old art teacher still holding the iron icon stoops
down and steps underneath the chimney, I follow him and see that the interior of the chimney is well lit
and clean. He hangs the icon on the rear wall of the chimney. I note that the previous cast iron gilt
portrait of Caduceus has now transformed into a brightly multicolored tapestry.
Dream 6: The three in one woman – I am walking around a familiar hypermarket minding my own
business when every now and then I spot a very lean woman roughly my age or a little older with long
straight black hair, she gives me a very feminine smile and a tilt of the head. No sooner has she done
this than she has disappeared behind another aisle out of view. I then see two young children a boy
and girl who look identical to the mysterious woman I saw earlier only in miniature form, in fact I
gather that they are in fact a part of the woman (difficult to explain but it was as if these two children
were aspects of her self manifested in physical reality). I go over to chat with the two children who are
both friendly I decide to buy them a gift each. For the little boy I buy a Meccano set (a kind of building
kit with nuts, bolts and little metal beams). For the little girl I choose a tiny miniature blue Frisbee which
I throw from a distance over to where the little girl is stood behind the shopping trolley. The little flying
disk hits the lip of the trolley and flips up into the air and lands inside much to the little girl’s delight the
older woman glides past with a loving smile and gentle shake of the head at the light hearted game we