Highland Hogmanay.
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My stepfather has taken me to Scotland right up north to the farthest highlands where he takes me into a remote pub way out in the rugged countryside. The pub has a very masculine atmosphere but in a positive kind of way. My stepfather buys me a malt scotch the whisky is Glenfiddich I note the bottles distinctive triangular shape we also share a pipe and some tobacco.(I have never smoked and I rarely drink alcohol in waking life and never whisky so these details are almost certainly symbolic).
As we drink in the small cozy bar we look over to a Scotsman who is dressed in an array of traditional mossy green colored clothing including many layers consisting of animal furs, a shawl or cape, a large beret hat with a long pheasant feather adorning it, buckles and clasps, a kilt and traditional socks and moccasins.
The bearded man looks very bulky and muscular I sense that his age is somewhere between 55 and 65 he is very well built and gives off the air of a god such as Zeus or Poseidon in fact his stance as he stands near the bar looks very reminiscent to a huge craggy Roman or Greek statue.
The Scotsman is a very interesting character he looks very fatherly with his long wiry red beard and despite his age he also looks incredibly powerful. One detail that strikes me as being very symbolic and important is the man’s kilt in my dream this seems to represent an important feminine aspect of the man’s character. Obviously the man is extremely masculine and manly but the tartan green skirt seems to be a necessary part of who he is.
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Interpretation: This dream had something of a masculine coming of age and camaraderie about it, the ambiance in the dream felt like a kind of casual induction, inauguration or initiation into something special. The Zeus like Scot was a very impressive larger than life character he was quite clearly a very masculine character and although the kilt is obviously a symbol associated with Scottish men in my dream it seemed to be multilayered and represented a latent feminine symbol too. That’s not to say the character was feminine in any way but this symbol seemed to be giving a nod in that direction as if to say “Don’t forget that I (the kilt) am a dual symbol” or “I (the kilt) represent a little reminder of the female side” or at an even more abstract level the upper half was masculine and lower half feminine. I’m not sure if any of those ponderings are correct or make any sense, this dream in itself might even represent a halfway point of sorts in which I will perhaps see in future dreams a further progression away from the themes of female identification. Another note and one reason why I changed the title of this dream is that I realized that today is Hogmanay, not being Scottish I’ve never celebrated this occasion (and hadn’t even thought about it until I saw it mentioned earlier on the Web but it could serve to reinforce the symbolism of the dream such as in the end of the year representing the end of a life cycle and the starting of a new one.Dream 2: Aunt 250 Dad 500 – I find myself at the old market house in my childhood hometown, an aunt rides over towards me on a small motorcycle we appear to have a pre-arranged rendezvous. I realize that my aunt has ridden all the way from her house which is over 10 miles away so I realize that our meeting is quite important (as a note this small dream was very detailed and real). My aunt tells me that her motorcycles engine capacity is only 250cc adding that it’s okay and does the job but when she has to make longer journeys like from her house to where we are now it’s not so practical. She tells me that my father (her brother) has just upgraded his motorbike to one with an engine capacity of 500cc apparently he can now get around on his new motorcycle effortlessly. I gather that my aunt would like to eventually upgrade to a larger motorcycle like the one my Dad has just received. Looking out from underneath the market building we can both see that it is drizzling with the kind of vertical rain that makes one feel hindered in going out and getting things done, my aunt and I both seem to be thinking the same thought in that when the weather is like this perhaps motorbikes aren’t the most practical of vehicles (the strange thing was that motorbikes seemed to be my aunt’s and Dad’s profession sort of like they were couriers).
Dream 3: Search for a sandwich at the super school – I find myself walking around a vast complex which seems to be a mélange between a huge hypermarket, a super sized school and my current place of work. I’m walking around the super market section looking for something to eat for my lunch and I’m looking for one sandwich in particular. I glide over the ice rink like floor of the supermarket just as if I were sliding on ice it’s a very pleasant feeling that reminds me of when I was a kid skidding on a polished floor in just my socks. A male manager from work who seems quite jovial and friendly (who incidentally accused me of eating party food in another recent dream) urges to me have a good look around and pick out something nice to eat. I see lots of sandwiches on display many of which look like giant canapés sort of giant slices of toast with various toppings. I see lots of bacon sandwiches but something or someone urges me to stay clear of those as tempting as they look. I decide on taking a salmon sandwich and head over to a area where I see such snacks being served, I have my eye on one piece of salmon on toast in particular which consists of an enormous hunk of fish that has been baked in the oven imparting a golden orangey color its been slightly burnt at the edges giving it a roasted appearance which I find very delicious. Another male manager comes out to serve me and I indicate to him the piece of toast with salmon that I want, he tells me to come back in a short while after he has warmed it and wrapped it up for me. I go off for a few minutes to have a look around the vast college complex where the rest of the sprawling school is, I can see that the students here range from children right up to adults with everyone being taught under the same roof it would appear to be the responsibility of the older students to help and assist the younger ones. After some time has passed I head back to the delicatessen to pick up my sandwich the manager sees me and I ask him for my food, he looks vacant and distracted and with little concern tells me that he forgot to do it. The shop is now being cleaned just before closing I end up walking off in a huff, that sandwich was so mouthwatering and I really wanted it. As I walk into the school foyer I bump into a lean older woman who I don’t recognize but feel that I should know. The lady asks me what the matter is as she can see that I’m a bit upset I say to her deflated and as if we’ve known one another for ages “This is turning out to be one of those days” I say it implying that I’m sure something else similar to the sandwich incident is bound to occur today.
