Date of dream: Saturday, July 21, 2007
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It is daytime and I stood up in the top floor of an unfamiliar building, the property is very large and
made from wood and has a sort of old regency feel about it and also a kind of old colonial New Orleans
feel about it (I’m not sure what that is meant to mean exactly but its just some words that I used to try
and describe the peculiar building and its ambiance!).
I’m looking out through the open sash window down onto a river which passes through the garden
outside. There is a rather unsettling sight floating down the river. I can see a strange spherical craft
which looks like a giant wooden skull bobbing its way down stream. The skull appears to be hollow and
through the eye orbits I can see somebody sat inside, it also look quite old as it is a bit mossy and
stained too.
There is something about the boat that gives me the shivers and makes me think of black magic.
Whoever is in the boat seems to be on the run from something or someone and is using the strange
craft and river as a means of escape. Eventually the river turns into a stream and the stream into a
trickle and a dead end where the skull boat comes to a rest.
Not wanting to be caught I watch as the cloaked person inside the skull turns the craft into an ancient
coffin something like a simple wooden casket made from a large log cut in two and hollowed out. The
wood of this coffin is ancient, dark brown and worn through and I get the impression that once the
person inside has sealed it then it will remain closed for good. The sight is rather eerie and unsettling.
Back in the room where I am standing which happens to look a little like an old bedroom or bathroom
or maybe a combination of the two I am made aware by some invisible presence that there are many
voodoo like charms hidden in the bedroom each of which is linked to a sign of the zodiac, it is my task
to locate them and throw them away.
I search about for the unpleasant trinkets eventually finding some rather unpleasant squares of
sheepskin and fur. I gather up the unpleasant furry charms noting that they seem to be infused with a
most unpleasant negative feeling almost as if they bore a curse. I take them over to the open window
and throw them outside and down into the stream just below.
Additional Comments:
I also had two other dreams this night that involved unpleasant experiences in elevators. The first
dream was infused with a strong sinister espionage atmosphere, there were some violent scenes of
spies fighting, me trying to recover some incriminating evidence (a yellow rosette) and then making my
way to an airport where a baggage handler who was helping me board the plane was crushed violently
inside a nightmare elevator with moving parts and sliding cube shapes (this elevator scene was
absolutely terrifying).
In the second of these elevator dreams I rode to a small convenience store by motorcycle and was
walking naked around the shop. I didn’t feel too uncomfortable but I also didn’t want to hang around for
ages with everyone looking at me, there were some fancy chocolates for sale wrapped up in paper
cones (kind of like a cornet). I went in through an elevator with my Mum down into a place that was
meant to be something of a refuge for me, at the bottom the elevator opened out onto a sheer drop
down into my cave like room. My Mum slipped and fell out over the door. I telephone the architect who
created this building to complain about the elevator, it’s the middle of the morning and I wake up the
architect from his sleep. The architect is a German man and I can’t understand what he says, he seems
annoyed that his sleep has been disturbed so I hang up.
Date of dream: Friday, April 06, 2007
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It is afternoon and I find myself in a vaguely familiar factory I see men working in various parts of the
building all about me. Just to my left is an ordinary looking white toilet set up on a pedestal it is
presented almost as if it were a piece of the factories machinery.
Out of curiosity I walk over to the toilet and lift up the plain white lid, a man with long wild hair and a
similarly long wiry beard comes over and watches me but says nothing.
I can see two symbols within the toilet one is for the star sign Scorpio and the other is for Sagittarius*.
Accompanying the symbols written inside the toilet bowl is the detailed life story of a man and his wife.
The symbols and story would appear to be very interesting and revealing.
Much later I find myself driving a car in a familiar stretch of road out in the countryside a few miles
away from my childhood town. I am being quite hard on the accelerator and for some reason I won’t or
can’t change from fourth gear into fifth. This actually becomes a problem and as the engine strains
clouds of white smoke begin to belch and billow out from beneath the wheel arches and from
underneath the bonnet. I continue to push the car harder regardless of the smoke pouring out from the
engine.
Some time later closer to the town a man in a huge dumper style truck blocks my path and stops me
from continuing any further, I sense that the driver of the huge lorry is quite nasty.
Additional Comments:
*The only Sagittarius I can think of is my Mum.
Date of dream: Sunday, January 21, 2007
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It is daytime and I am waiting at a bus stop out in the middle of the countryside with a large group of
other people. The bus arrives and pulls into the siding, I’m just about to climb aboard when a large
group of elderly men push in front of me.
I can see that they are all quite aged and out of politeness I step aside to let them board the bus first.
The way they barged in front of me wasn’t particularly respectful but I let it go. The last man boards
and just before he gets on he passes me a large basket of his dirty laundry and asks me to take care
of it!
I think to myself the cheek of it! Talk about giving an inch and taking a mile. I’m the last one to get on
the bus, I walk to the end and dump the man’s laundry basket down in the space reserved for baggage.
I think to myself how will he know where to find me when he wants to pick up his clean clothes, I leave
it at that and then take a seat.
I take a seat next to three people one woman and two gay men. The woman stays in the background
and doesn’t say much. The two gay men are house makeover specialists and they both get really
excited when they tell me their ideas about interiors and design. The two men look almost identical and
are both dressed in very dandified fancy black velvet jackets.
I also note that they sport unusual tufts of hairs on their cheeks, they look kind of like false eyelashes
apparently it’s the latest fashion, the look is meant to add a feminine air to the wearer and it certainly
seems to achieve this effect (in the dream these tufts of fur were very feminine but on waking they
seemed more like strange sideburns?!).
I get off the bus at a stop in a suburban street just outside a huge mansion, I am aware that my wife
and I have just bought this mansion with the prospect of renovating it and doing it up. As I walk toward
the massive building I am surprised to see a huge larger than life fibreglass polar bear fitted on the
roof way up on high.
It looks like the previous owners used the polar bear as some kind of advertising mascot or sign used
to attract potential customers to their business. Looking up it would seem to be a bit of an eyesore I
decide that it will be the first thing to go when work starts on the property. I decide that instead of
selling it I’ll give it away for free to the first person that wants it.
I enter the vast house and discover room after room after room, it’s almost endless just when I think
I’ve finished looking about the house I find another corridor leading into more and more rooms. Each
set of rooms seems to be linked, kind of a subset branching of from the previous rooms. The endless
possibilities and potential that these rooms provide thrills me greatly.
I make my way down to the basement which is also absolutely vast and incredibly well lit for being
underground, in fact somehow there are windows down here letting the daylight pour in although some
of the windows appear to be blacked out. It looks like the previous owners used their basement as a
huge shop where they sold tropical fish.
The room is full from top to bottom with aquariums of varying sizes, some of the walls are actually
stacked from top to bottom with aquariums. I take my time to look at the beautiful fish. I realise that
the previous owners sold up and left in a hurry leaving all of the aquariums behind, it’s a bit sad really
as the fish look like they haven’t been tended to for a couple of weeks.
I look down at one open top aquarium and see that some of the water has evaporated and the poor fish
are half exposed and gasping for breath. The fish all seem very hungry too and haven’t been fed since
the previous owners moved out. I consider adding water to the aquariums that need it and then giving
the fish some food from the huge bags of grain that have been left behind.
In the end I realise that trying to keep all of these fish by myself would prove an immense amount of
work and nigh on impossible. Eventually I decide that just like the polar bear I will give the fish away
for free to the first person that wants them.
I walk to the rear of the shop where one wall is taken up entirely by a brickwork of large aquariums. In
one aquarium in the middle of the wall I see a selection of the most beautiful dazzling lapis blue and
coral white fishes, they look as though they might be Japanese. They resemble small egg shaped
spheres covered in large wispy raggedy fins. The fish are mesmerising and I can’t take my off them.
After sometime of being hypnotised by the fish I turn to leave the basement, on the way out of the
large room behind a deserted paying counter I see a small placard high on the wall. The plaque is the
kind that has one of those “The customer is always right” gags on them, I see a caricature of a man
fishing, some writing and also see sum or figure of $3,000.
I leave the area and go back up a level or floor, I’m still amazed by the quantity of rooms here and
how a selection of rooms are linked via lobbies and corridors. I really like this idea of space and room.
As I walk about I see an elderly old lady, she flits about here and there, I consider going over to speak
with her but as soon as I approach or turn my head she has disappeared.
I am amazed to see that in the large foyer like area where I am at the moment I see a small cubicle
sized room. The walls of this room stop short of the ceiling and as if on extended legs or on tip toes I
peer over the walls to look inside. I see that the room is a first aid station, I think that this is an
amazing feature and I want to call out to tell somebody about my discovery.
At another room at the rear I find a spare downstairs toilet, no toilet is fitted but the soil pipe already
exists and has been plumbed in. The entire property appears to have more than one toilet, which
seems like a great idea and this extra waste pipe seems to be in the perfect location should we need to
have a new toilet fitted.
I carry on through to yet another large room where I meet up with three men that we have working on
the property. One is a mason (an actor from a comedy show I watched some months ago), and
electrician (an old manly work colleague from a previous job) and the third is a carpenter who I cannot
identify.
The labourers are all working away on my wife’s future bedroom (separate room??) we chat briefly but
I’m slightly distracted by the fact that my wife’s room is absolutely jam packed from top to bottom with
cuddly stuffed toys. Looking about at all of the Disney style toys I feel a little embarrassed in front of
the builders as I wouldn’t want them to think that my wife has got such a childish mentality.
I see that the carpenter has been asked at the request of my wife to create a special sloping spiral
staircase out of the reclaimed wood from the old stairwell. My wife’s sloping stairs without the steps is
an intriguing idea and I kind of like it although at first I had my doubts, the carpenter thought the same
as me too. It looks like it will make going up and down from floor to floor much easier.
I think that the labourers have done a great job and there work has really come along in leaps and
bounds. I decide that I’m going to treat them by bringing the three a tray of coffee and biscuits as a
reward.
I carry on about the house and find a very peaceful room, this room is very Zen and its a room I would
almost like to think is mine or that I could at least take advantage of personally. It has a pleasant
colour scheme of chocolate browns and light creams. It has a window with a view onto some small
spiky palms in a window box.
I look down at a coffee table and see a very classy and expensive box of chocolates left half open on
the table, I realise that the previous owners must have left them here when they moved out. I start to
pick up on some information about the previous owners, they were both in there late 70’s early 80’s
and were both very independent and cultivated people.
I investigate the box of chocolates more closely and see that they are extremely special. The
chocolates are spiritual fortune cookie chocolates. I see that there is one cookie in the box for each
sign of the zodiac. I cannot resist and I dip my hand in and take one of the exquisite little biscuits, I
note that it has been wrapped in a delicate and ornate origami style package. I unwrap and eat the
biscuit, it is delicious but I don’t return for a second.
Later on I go out into the garden, again the garden is huge and just when I think that I finished
discovering one part I turn a corner and find yet more potential garden space, I find it incredible that I
could possibly ever own all of this land and property.
The garden is in a complete state though and completely overgrown with weeds and wild plants. In fact
it looks like the garden was probably a farm when the previous owners lived here as I am stood on a
muddy dirt track looking over to a large open sided corrugated roofed barn just to my left which is a
third full of straw bales.
As messy and disorganised as the gardens are and knowing how much of an incredible amount of work
that will have to be put into them to turn them around I realise that there is great promise and potential
here and that it could be made to look like a little Eden.
Suddenly something catches my eye glinting on the floor, I bend down to pick it up and see that it is a
bullet. It is extremely large and rounded at the end it looks a little like a champagne cork. I think to
myself that this looks to be a awful piece of ammunition that could do terrible damage and quite
overkill. I imagine that it is so large it could bring down an elephant let alone any other creature or man.
I don’t like the bullet and want to discard it. Just ahead of me I see a deep trough full of horrible black
water. It looks like a sheep dip the kind of thing where farm animals are led through and dipped under
to treat them against parasites and other diseases. I decide to throw the bullet into the swampy water
trough.
Just as the bullet is about to leave my hand I (lucidly) realise that the bullet actually has no casing full
of gunpowder attached to it and that it has already been used or fired. I’m only holding the tip or heavy
bit. I realise its harmless but decide to still throw it into the dirty water trough anyway.
After throwing the bullet I see the old lady I saw in the house early, she seems just as illusive now as
she was then. I have the urge to go over and have a word with her but before I know it she has slipped
away again and disappeared.
