Date of dream: Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness: 
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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Daytime and I find myself in the city where I lived about 6 or 7 years ago I am stood on a street
corner where a side street on a hill meets a main road.
Significant details in the dream are, to my left in waking life a supermarket which specializes in
frozen food products (but which plays no part in the dream) and to my right a new large courthouse
which is purely a dream construct.
I have driven a car by myself to the top of the side street which meets the main road and stopped at
the traffic lights which have changed to amber indicating that I should prepare to stop as they are
about to change to red.
As I wait at the lights I see my wife struggling with some shopping bags outside on the sidewalk so
I get out to help her. I am in something of a dilemma as for some unforeseen reason I cannot combine
what my wife is doing with what I am doing.
It is complicated to explain but what I mean is that I cannot simply put my wife’s shopping bags
into the boot of my car to relieve her burden (and make things easier for the both of us) but I have
to get out and leave my car and carry the bags for her.
This I do and get out of my car leaving it at the traffic lights whilst I help my wife who seems
uncharacteristically lacking her usual strength of character. My wife seems to drift off and goes to
wait in my car whilst I wait at the junction with the heavy shopping bags, it is here that I note
that in my left hand I am holding a raw fillet of steak. Ego wise the raw meat isn’t particularly
pleasant to hold but I’m aware from within the dream that it is a good wholesome symbol full of
potential and raw energy.
It’s at this point that I notice the new courthouse across the street and to my left, I decide to
cross over the road to investigate it further. The doors to the court house are two huge heavy
caramel coloured wooden ones, the doors swing shut with ease but I am somehow made aware by the new
top judge of the courthouse that she would like them kept open at all times.
Fortunately there is an iron fixture bolted to the back of the door which hooks into a clasp on the
wall just behind, I push the heavy door struggling for a little while to fit the hook into the eye
but eventually manage to get the door held open as the judge wished. I feel very pleased to have
kept the door open like this, it’s quite an achievement and I sense that the judge is very happy
with me too.
Without actually meeting the judge I sense her and feel her presence, she is a very fair and just
lady who is psychologically, intellectually and emotionally mature. I feel strongly that she wants
the very best for my wife and I, in some regards she represents the perfect human being combining
the compassion of the archetypal mother with the authority of the model father.
I return back to my car where I see my wife waiting for me but before getting in I see a message on
the traffic lights, it explains that exceptionally I could have previously driven through the amber
lights as there is currently something of a free flow situation on the roads at this junction where
all road users have priority due to some kind of temporary problem with the traffic lights.
It now dawns on me but I hadn’t really been paying attention when I first approached the traffic
lights at the beginning of the dream, they weren’t changing from amber to red indicating for me to
come to a halt at all but were actually displaying a constantly flashing amber light warning me to
proceed with caution.
Additional Comments:
Thoughts: I’m surprised my dream recall has been as good as it has the past few days as I haven’t been getting my usual amount of sleep. This dream might have come about after a stressful experience that happened at home yesterday but which turned out okay in the end, the experience was one which made me see things in a different light and this is perhaps how the traffic lights fit into the dream drama.
Dream 2: Masks in the attic – Late evening time indoors and I find myself climbing up a small ladder into a vaguely familiar loft, from below it looks like the one at home but inside I discover this attic is extremely welcoming, cozy and warm the sort of place where one might come for peace and solitude in order to reflect on the past, but is still not a room as such merely a comfortable neatly cluttered storage space. I pull out an old trunk like chest the kind pirates used for their treasure and open the lid. I see a collection of old neatly stacked beautifully crafted masks, I compassionately and gently lift the fragile masks out to briefly look at them. I smile a gentle reminiscing sort of smile there is something quite pleasing and maturely contemplative being able to look at the masks face to face like this, they are sort of like old acquaintances whose age I can ascertain by their papery frailness. I have brought up with me into the attic another mask to place in the trunk, it’s that of a beautiful Pierrot clown that has a sad martyr like expression similar to one side of the Janus masks associated with theatres, that of the one representing tragedy. I ceremoniously place the mask gently into the trunk with the others, carefully closing the lid after which I replace a burgundy blanket over the chest tucking it back in its rightful place in a dark secluded corner.
Dream 3: The wanderer’s wound – Daytime and I find myself inside the McDonalds fast food restaurant in the town where I lived about 10 years ago, I am sat eating a delicious and satisfying beef burger. Sat slumped at a table across the way from me is a homeless tramp (the man looks like a homeless man I often saw around and about the same town in waking life all of those years ago, although I never approached the man or spoke with him I found him fascinating. He had long wavy brown hair and a full beard, he was older than me but beneath his hair and beard had the face of a young man, his long hair and beard making him appear older than his years. It was just possible to see that he had a very noble, wise, educated handsomely sculpted sort of face but somehow it also had a weariness or tiredness as if brought on by some kind of relentless questing or searching. He looked very much like the character of Percival or Parsifal from the film ‘Excalibur’ by John Boorman (which with hindsight almost certainly seems relevant to this dream) but I also often associated him with the German philosopher Nietzsche too and often referred to him by this name in my private thoughts whenever I saw him)....anyway on with the dream....as I gaze over at the man I’m suddenly shocked to see that he is bleeding, a thick dark oozing blood slowly treacles out onto the restaurant floor from what appears to be his left thigh. I look flittingly about the deserted restaurant somewhat concerned looking to see if anyone else has noticed the man’s emergency, but nobody has, all except for a vaguely familiar boyish waitress who has come to wipe my table clean. We both go over inquisitively to see if the man is okay but we are frightened to see that he appears unconscious. The waitress says that as the restaurant isn’t busy we can take him out back into the kitchens and tidy him up she explains that the manager wouldn’t mind as she is a very benevolent lady. We drag the emaciated man who is unusually heavy through the restaurant, past the service counters and into the kitchen where we lift him up onto a stainless steel kitchen work surface. We survey the man as if looking at a hospital patient who is about to be operated on by two inexperienced graduate doctors, each of us picking out areas on the man which need attention. Several things seem urgent, one is to get the man out of his filthy clothes which we begin to do, and secondly I would like to wash him and trim his hair and give him a shave but these ablutions will have to wait as his constantly bleeding wound necessitates urgent attention. We strip the unconscious Christ like man of all his garments and I begin to tend to his wound by mopping up the thick dark blood, as I gently swab the wound I look more closely and am suddenly shocked to see that the gash is actually a vagina, I recoil with a sense of panic and horror, feeling confused I quickly ask the waitress to do something to stem the flow of unceasing menstrual blood. Thankfully the waitress remains calm and collected but tells me that it is only I who can help curtail the loss of blood, although the man’s predicament is stressful at least for what I think must be for him, throughout the whole dream I personally feel very complete, whole and as if the man’s problem isn’t so much ‘my’ problem but that I felt obliged to help and do him a good turn. Regardless of these feelings I still panic though at the sight of the blood and swivel about on the spot frantically looking for something to help the man, in my confusion I grab an onion from amongst some vegetables on the work surface and clumsily stuff it into the wound plugging the hole as if using it as a cork. The boyish waitress smiles and gives me shake of the head and a wry laugh as if indicating that this will not help, I decide to remove the onion and as I do so I see a small golf ball sized pink sphere inside the man’s thigh, I wonder if it is not a bone, ball joint or the man’s knee cap but this doesn’t seem so. I put my fingers inside the gash and try to take a hold of the ball to remove it but find that it is very stubborn. I do eventually manage to remove the thing from inside the man’s thigh and am taken aback to see that it is the body of a little fetus or sleeping boy. I carefully place the little dormant boy on the kitchen work surface near to the vegetables whilst I go back to tend to the man’s wound. Much to my surprise the bleeding appears to have quelled and the wound looks surprisingly healed. I turn my attention back to the little boy but when I look for him on the work top all I find amongst the lettuce and other vegetables is a little piece of root ginger with arms, legs and a knobbly little head just like a mandrake root.
Date of dream: Sunday, March 16, 2008
Level of Lucidity:
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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It is night time and I find myself inside a stationary old style coach parked at a specific location near to a set of traffic lights on a road in the city I lived in about 6 or 7 years ago.
The coach is not public transport but is being used by myself, my wife, her sister and another sister-in-law as a communal home and form of shared transportation. The vehicle is parked up for the night and we are all settling down for the evening.
My wife’s sister stays awake sat on top of the drivers chair with her legs dangling and swinging over the edge, she is going to keep watch over the rest of us whilst we sleep. I lie down on a seat which also serves as a bed and cover myself with a thin blanket, the other sister-in-law climbs under the blanket to be with me.
My wife is positioned up in the overhead luggage rack which seems like a clever use of this particular space as somewhere to sleep, she seems a little sad but doesn’t object to the sister-in-law sharing the same bed with me, she even seems to condone it. (Just as a note, all of these dream dramas where I am sleeping with sister-in-law’s just lately doesn’t reflect any part of my waking life).
The way the sister-in-law clings onto me evokes powerful emotions and feelings a kind of mixture of physical sensations such as passion and love, in fact the entire nights worth of dreams seemed to be infused with these overpowering feelings of love.
The sister-in-law seems to be cold and huddles up to me for warmth, as she clings onto the hair of my chest I seem to have a waking life recollection that women aren’t very good at regulating their body heat, they seem to get cold easily but also find it hard to cool off when they are hot.
As the sister-in-law cuddles closely to me she touches my privates gently and intimately, I sense that she is making a tactile comparison between her past lover and me.
The sister-in-law tells me that she would like to have a copy of the number one song in the music charts at the moment in order to be able to anchor this loving moment in her memory, she seems very fragile and defenseless in her nature.
The current number one is a song by Dave Stewart of The Eurythmics (why I should dream of this detail I haven’t a clue), I some how manage to immediately procure a copy of the song to give to her.
I have bought the sister-in-law a special gift it is a small clock which is flat and square and is composed of an array of opaque brown, cream and clear crystal square tiles, it looks almost identical to the toys children used to play with where an image could be jumbled up and then the tiles had to be shifted about horizontally and vertically in order to re-create the picture.
The little crystal clock is very special and classy and has chunky hands indicating the time, these hands have a very positive slick motion which is seamless and seems indicative of an exceptional movement and interior mechanism.
I sense my wife up above feeling forlorn and left out, I’ve bought her a miniature clock too so that she won’t feel left out. The little clock I’ve bought for her is very simple and a little childish, it’s a wooden green toy figurine with moveable arms and legs that are animated by a little draw string that hangs from its bum like a tail.
The green spotted donkey or horse is also a timepiece too but it looks more like the kind of toy one would give to a child to keep them occupied or distracted.
The other sister-in-law continues to watch over us as we fall asleep after the unusual drama.
Additional Comments:
Interpretation: All of my dreams from last night seemed to be exciting, charged and full of feeling. The
sensation of closeness, passion and love in many of the dreams was very powerful, the various women
I was involved with in these dreams are surely symbolic as I don’t have these kinds of feelings for
them in waking life, the interaction with the sister-in-law characters has repeated many times this week
so is almost certainly symbolic I feel. The above dream is perhaps transitory as indicated by being
parked up for the night at the traffic lights, the love making and passions with the sister-in-law
characters and other females might perhaps represent a harmonizing of the masculine and feminine?
It’s only a guess as the sensations were also very physical and pleasant too and for perhpas the first
time ever I never felt any feelings of guilt for what I was doing. I also feel that I’ve written quite a lot of
dream material down today already so maybe I need to leave these dreams and come back to them in
a day or two with a fresh mind and eyes for a review.
Dream 1: Finding an old friend – I find myself in a beautiful mountain meadow in Austria, I have finally
managed to track down my favorite childhood friend to this place where he is now living after many
years of searching for him. He seems very surprised to see me almost shocked and asks me how on
earth I ever managed to find him, I tell him that I went to speak with his Mum and she told me where
to find him.
Dream 3: A mad passionate affair – In this dream I am having a mad passionate affair with a younger
female work colleague I work closely with in reality (in waking life this colleague is thought of as being
very beautiful, personally I think she is pretty but I don’t feel intellectually or emotionally attracted to
her in any way so it was quite shocking to find such an extreme expression of physical passion in this
dream). Judging by my other dreams from tonight I would say that there is something symbolic going
on here as I seemed to be making love with lots of different people all night?!). The young woman and
I have a small apartment in a town centre which is decorated entirely in white, the emotions between
us are just as if we had met and fallen in love at first sight, we rush into the apartments bedroom and
literally tear one another’s clothes of before embracing and rolling around the flat completely naked
and making love. After we finishing making love we both go to take a shower and then return to start
the lovemaking all over again, this cycle of passionate sex followed by showering and cleansing
continues many times over and over again. The young woman has a powerful feminine quality and
definitely has the control in our relationship leaving me with a mixture of feelings such as dependency,
loyalty, submissiveness and admiration. All the while we have been having sex in the apartment I have
been aware of the presence of another female work colleague, she is also pretty but has dark black
hair as opposed to the blond hair of the woman I have been making love with. I sense that the black
haired woman has been sat patiently watching us having sex waiting for the moment when I will make
love to her, the moment doesn’t really arrive though. Later on we split up and I go down outside into
the town where I meet up with my wife we both stroll around looking at the sights and architecture, I
suddenly see the woman I’ve spent the afternoon making love to she walks over to me with a very
feminine walk full of confidence. I really hope that this woman doesn’t acknowledge me in front of my
wife as that would cause all manner of problems, thankfully she just passes by and gives me a discreet
smile she shakes her little mobile telephone in her hand as if indicating that I can get in touch with her
anytime I want. I touch my own mobile telephone in my pocket as if to reaffirm this possibility.
Dream 4: A lover’s gift of salmon – It is night time and I feel like I’m in a very real environment,
setting and drama. I find myself walking through a familiar shop lined high street, the pavement is
glistening wet suggesting that it has been previously raining but has now stopped. I am walking to meet
a boyfriend (?) who has just finished work, it was difficult to perceive whether I was a gay male, female
or a bit of both in this dream. The boyfriend owns a jewelers store or perhaps that should be more of a
watch shop in the high street, I see him shutting up the shop for the evening and hurry over to meet
him. The man is the tall, handsome dashing type dressed impeccably and giving off an air of class and
respectability, I have to tiptoe up to reach him and give him a small greeting kiss on the lips. The man
is very proper and reserved and treats my gesture with respect but also with a little hint of either
awkwardness or reservation as if it were a little to public an expression of love. The man says he has a
gift for me, I close my eyes and hold out my upturned hands in a childish sort of way to receive my
gift. The lover lays a long filleted piece of wet salmon in my arms, the pink flesh is upturned with the
silver skin in my palms. The man tells me to go over to a little row of small quaint Italian restaurants
which run down a lower part of the street than that of the main road, he tells me he will meet me there
shortly and explain what my next course of action should be (now that he has given me the salmon).
While the man goes off to do whatever it is he needs to sort out I walk over to the little restaurant and
take a seat outdoors at a table, a group of tanned macho Mediterranean men sit just behind me talking
amongst themselves and occasional looking at me. I feel very vulnerably sat here like this holding my
salmon, I don’t feel very manly and want my boyfriend to show up quickly so I will be protected.
Dream 5: Motherly obedience – I find myself up at my Nan’s house the atmosphere is heavily charged
with a powerful feminine ambiance, the feeling of deep passionate love still lingers from the previous
dreams. My Nan is here and so is my Mum (her daughter), another large group of beautiful maiden like
women are here too who have no relation to me or the rest of my family, I feel deeply attracted to
these muse like females and want to impress them in any way possible. My Mum is acting in an utterly
submissive role to her own mother, her level of obedience is sickening particularly as her own mother
is treating her so poorly (this drama reflects a similar waking life one, a kind of extreme favoritism
between my Nan, Mum and her sister (my aunt)). I hate what my Nan is doing to my Mum but feel my
only way of resolving this awful issue is to confront my Mum and shake her out of her docile trance,
unfortunately my Mum seems quite unreachable and is totally under my Nan’s spiteful spell. I go
upstairs to use the lavatory but when I enter I’m disgusted by what I find, I see feces spread up the
walls, all over the floors and toilet seat. It’s a disgusting sight and I wonder what on earth my Nan has
been doing in there. There is no way I can use the lavatory in this state so I lock the door and go back
downstairs, my only anxiety is that one of the beautiful maidens goes upstairs to use the lavatory, god
knows what they would think if they found the toilet in such a filthy state I would be so embarrassed
and ashamed.
Dream 6: George Orwell’s lost last novel – I find myself in something like a below ground level
bookshop, library or small exhibition centre where a few people are milling around looking at a
selection of books that are being displayed on shelves. The books are all by the novelist George Orwell,
I browse the books recognizing some but also witnessing some that I never knew exited before. One
such book is entitled “10 minutes of my life” and is some kind of semi-autobiographical piece of
journalism. The main reason for this exhibition taking place though is that a new novel of George Orwell
has just been published posthumously, the novel was George’s last and was though to be lost. I pick up
a copy of the book and see that its title reads simply “Lucy” the binding and manufacture of the book is
fine and well made in a contemporary style. The book jacket has some vague meaningful symbolic
images with a prominent viridian green hue, opening up the book I see that it is written almost like a
stage play with little stylized 1950’s style faces appearing where each character has their dialogue. The
concept of the book is a totally radical departure from the usual work that George Orwell was known
for, this book deals with the deep sexual psychological concepts of the Oedipus and Electra complex in
the form of fiction rather than non-fiction. I discover that as soon as the hotly anticipated book was
published the critics panned it terribly which breaks my heart as I feel certain that the novel has a lot to
offer. I decide to stay here a while and read the book, it is not long before I get drawn into the drama
and start to experience the story first hand. I find myself outside a rocky cave in the middle of rugged
terrain, I feel like I’m in a 1950’s American science fiction B-movie. I see two little aliens wearing glass
egg shaped helmets with antennae on top, they are both sat inside a typically styled small saucer
shaped craft. A man in a beige military jumpsuit tries to swat and squash the two cute aliens with a
shovel. The aliens are far too clever to come to harm though, I watch as they giggle and chuckle in an
electronic kind of way and then “ping” out of existence and disappear. The man holding the shovel
seems utterly perplexed until he turn around to see a mass of household appliances jumbled up behind
him, I see food mixers, washing machines etc all stacked up. I realize that the aliens haven’t been
disappearing as such but have been transforming themselves into the household items to dupe the
man. The military man seems enraged at the trickery and starts kicking, swatting and trying to smash
up the objects, but this seems pointless after the fact the aliens have already teleported. I decide to
flick to the end of the novel to see how it ends. The last chapter describes a scene at the end of time
and end of the universes life where an unimaginably super galactic sized black hole is eating up the
contents of the universe. The concept or theory is readily accepted as fact but there are some minor
issues which seem to be the cause of the critics panning the novel. There is some kind of addendum to
the novel in which Albert Einstein joins in the argument about how the universe will end. Orwell’s black
hole is a roaming one but Einstein says that black holes cannot roam and are stationary or static. The
science is way beyond me but I’m left wondering what Orwell would have thought of the critical
response to his novel.
