Date of dream: Saturday, August 16, 2008
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(A really peculiar but special sort of dream). I have just come outdoors from an unfamiliar house
and stand on the doorstep overlooking some steps from a raised porch like area, the weather outside
is incredibly sunny, bright and warm.
I see my little sister standing down in the garden she looks a little anxious and frightened for
some reason, I look more closely and see that there are lots of very large scarab beetles in the
garden which have put my sister on edge and caused her to become panicky and rooted to the spot.
I instinctively know that the special beetles aren’t anything to be scared of and are actually a
super omen full of positivity, I tell my sister not to be frightened and with that one of the
viridian green iridescent creatures takes flight and sways heavily through the air like some
overloaded miniature helicopter to land upon my shoulder.
I’m really amazed to have such close contact with the creature and can see an incredible amount of
detail on its body such as the metallic sheen of its shell its wings occasionally on show beneath
the protection of its carapace and its black thorny spindly legs.
The creature crawls onto my hand where I feel its considerable weight swaying to and froe but then
with a surprising little push it launches itself off my hand and back into the air.
I watch as the beetle comes back to down to earth landing in the grassy garden, the beetles landing
is a little haphazard and it bumps into the rear of another scarab beetle which was sitting in the
grass.
This other beetle that was sitting there peaceful is a female that is heavily swollen with her eggs
the male bug that bumped into her has somehow induced to her give birth. I watch with a sense of
alarm as the female’s body splits open at the rear and a deluge of white sphere like eggs spill out
onto the lawn.
The small spherical eggs look just like those of a turtle, I then continue to watch as in turn the
rubbery eggs split open and hatch to reveal ancient archaeopteryx like feathery fiery phoenixes
which cry and screech to be fed.
Additional Comments:
Thoughts: I’m not really sure what to say about this dream other than that it felt very positive and very uplifting, but it was almost a forgotten dream though. On waking I memorised it fully and then as I ate breakfast I forgot about it but still had the nagging thought that there was a dream I was missing from memory. When I went out to check the post I saw a tiny beetle on the floor which brought the dream flooding back to me in full.
Dream 1: Saturn’s path – Late evening time and I find myself walking down the steps of a tall remote ancient stone tower (very Rapunzel like) in a dark cloudy moody dreamscape it is a place I have dreamt of before under vaguely similar circumstances the place is a car park near to my Mum’s although in the dream it looks quite different, I am in the company of a very beautiful lady who feels strikingly familiar to me although physically I cannot place her. We seem like great friends but regardless of my attraction to her it seems that we must always remain friends, for some reason I sense that the lady is searching for a woman to be her best friend and is actually quite lonesome to meet a female who could be her equal. We continue outside where the lady takes me to my Mum’s house, as we walk we discuss mobile homes and all of the problems that my Mum’s side of the family has. When we arrive I realise that my cousins appear to have moved in and are living with my Mum. I see my Mum walking about the house she hasn’t noticed that I’m here and I’m shocked to see that she has shaved her hair off all except for a small tuft at the front, the haircut is extreme and for some reason I find it aggressive and it reminds me of the extreme rightwing. A few moments later my Mum comes out to meet me with a full crop of hair, it looks like it should normally look but when I look more closely at my Mum’s head I see that she is actually wearing a wig. Something about this realisation makes me feel incredibly uneasy almost as if she were trying to deceive me. I decide to go and visit my cousin (the one who is usually a bit wild in my dreams) and discover that he has taken up art, in fact on closer inspection it looks like he is training to become an architect. I see that he has many commercial display boxes full of erasers, pencils and technical drawing pens. I find this a little suspicious that he has bought so much in bulk and actually suspect that he has some how stolen all of these materials. I pick up a set-square from his art supplies and note that it has some cut out polyhedral shapes which allow the triangle to be used as a template, the strange thing is that the template shapes represent chemical symbols and diagrams that seem unrelated to the job of an architect so now I’m left wondering if he isn’t training to become a chemist. Just then my female cousin and her little brother come into the room and hand an award to my Mum, it appears they are rewarding her with a kind of trophy as she has done so well with a diet she has been on. My Mum seems flattered but also seems to feel that she doesn’t deserve the gift, the strange award looks like those pictures that were popular a few years ago that were filled with liquid and sand and could be tipped upside and watched something a little like snow storm. After this little scene I go to a room which I feel is the bedroom where I will be staying, it feels a little like an old bedroom but not a current one. As I make the bed with new sheets and covers my Mum comes in to complain to me that I’m not paying her enough attention, I try to give some kind of explanation but she walks away from me in a sulk. I decide to give my Mum what she wants and go downstairs and prepare a little children’s party, once the party is prepared my cousins, sisters and I all regress back to being children again so as to please my Mum. It would appear that I did this purposefully though not to actually please my Mum but to show her the futility of what she wants, the party and our regression was nothing but an illusion and we never did really turn back into children but were our current selves all along and just pretended to be children. The pretty lady friend who accompanied me early from back near the beginning of the dream and who up until this point had remained in the background tells me that she would like to take me outside to show me something important, I follow her out onto a high grassy hill top with my Mum, sisters and cousins who all follow behind me, it is late night time and the sky is clear, black and full of stars (a very numinous and totally lucid sight). The lady friend points up to the night sky and tells me to look at a bright static twinkling star. I don’t understand its significance so the lady explains that the star is Saturn. With that the planet beings to move from left to right gathering speed very quickly before eventually disappearing over the horizon like a shooting star. The lady explains that Saturn moves along its path at 300 miles per hour.
Dream 2: Bringing the laundry in from the rain – Daytime and I find myself at my childhood home, the dreamscape is infused with a slightly bothersome tension. Outdoors it is snowing lightly or perhaps it is sleet or rain either way I have to hurry outside to collect in some laundry I had hung out on the washing line. Whilst I’m outdoors I notice that I have been left huge, huge piles of my art supplies in the road just outside of the house it seems to be a delivery that I had ordered. The huge piles of paper, canvases and sketch pads take up about as much space as a huge articulated lorry. The art supplies will also need to be brought in doors too if they aren’t to become soggy and ruined by the wet weather, but first of all I have to concentrate on bringing in the clothes so that they don’t become anymore wet than they are already are.
Date of dream: Sunday, August 10, 2008
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Daytime and I find myself in my childhood hometown outside a familiar church, I see my Mum across
the street and call out to her but she doesn’t notice me as she seems more interested in meeting an
eerie looking woman who is just up ahead of me.
Looking up the street I see the shabby looking gypsy woman dressed in a long old hippyish kaftan,
the woman has long wavy straggly hair and most bizarrely wears a pair of sunglasses which only have
one lens right in the front of her forehead, sort of like a glassy amber eye patch.
When the lady acknowledges my Mum she removes her sunglasses (or perhaps that should be sun glass
or eye glass) to reveal that she does in fact actually have two ordinary steely blue eyes and not
the one solitary Cyclops eye in the centre of her forehead that I had suspected.
The mysterious witch like woman has a strange allure something like a mystic pirate, she is quite
attractive but in a most unusual way with lean heavy chiselled features but which are sunken and
strangely androgynous. The woman is somebody who I feel I would be interested in knowing better but
the power and aura she exudes is utterly petrifying so I feel obliged to keep my distance and
follow her and my Mum from afar as they head off and turn a corner down an alleyway.
I eventually follow my Mum and the strange lady to a peculiar airport which is made from brown
marble and smoked brown glass, the architecture is made from a complex of tessellations and
intersecting polygons, the design is slightly 1970’s in style and probably looked very modern at
one time.
As the mystic lady and my Mum talk in deep conversation with one another in the departure lounge I
try to find a way out from the airport, I follow many directions which at first appear to lead out
from the building only to find that I’ve been led into the dead end of a glassy brown dodecahedral
niche, this happens once or twice before I go back to the lounge and join my Mum and the eerie lady.
My Mum and the hippyish woman are engrossed in conversation and I feel like something of a small
child as I stand by waiting for them. I look up to the tinted vaulted glass ceiling and see a small
trainer jet aircraft getting ready to take off on the runway.
I can see the trainee sat inside the aircraft readying himself at the controls, I then watch as the
trainer climbs up onto the left wing of the tiny jet and prepares to lift up the cockpit canopy to
get inside and take the rear of the two seats.
But before the trainer has a chance to get inside the plane though the aircrafts jet engines start
up and the trainee starts to fly the jet off down the runway by himself. A spine tingling fear
shoots up my back (I’m now in the throws of a nightmare) when I see the trainer clinging onto the
wing of the jet plane for dear life.
I feel utterly terrified as I watch the jet shoot off down the runway with the trainer holding on
outside as the plane lifts way off in the distance and leaves the runway to become airborne. I see
the trainer who had managed to somehow hold on tightly right to the end get sucked off the wing and
thrown violently up into the air, I watch as he plummets from a great height perhaps a couple of
hundred feet down on to the ground below.
In my terror I run outside to see what happened to the trainer (I sense my Mum and the mystic
following me perhaps) I hurry along the runway and eventually come to an area where a long queue of
bus and coach stops are situated for people using the airport, I’m horrified to see the twisted and
mangled broken body of the trainer laying on top of a seat inside one of the glass bus shelters, he
must have plummeted right through the shelter to his death.
I walk to the end of the runway feeling emotionally empty and sickened by what I’ve witnessed, at
the end of the runway I see huge queues of traffic making there way slowly in to use the airport,
it looks like things are getting very busy.
Additional Comments:
Thoughts: I’m not really sure what this means although it almost certainly has some kind of spiritual or mystical element to it as referenced by the airport and the supernatural woman, almost as if there was an attempt at rushing something which shouldn’t be rushed as evidenced in the jet airplane trainers accident.
Dream 1: Condom anxiety in the Balkans – (For not the first time recently) I find myself back in time at around the time of the Second World War in some sort of alternate reality, I feel as if I’m somewhere in the Balkans, almost certainly Yugoslavia, and that I am on the run. I feel I’m part my waking self and also somebody else but still sort of me. I find myself out in a rocky snowy peninsula I’m accompanied by a male dream friend who is also on the run with me, we have to climb a honey coloured rocky cliff face as part of our escape. My friend climbs the cliff first and I follow after him its actually very easy but at the top the friend falls down into a gaping ravine to his seeming death, his spirit ascends from the gorge and tells me with a smile not to worry as death is nothing at all. I continue on my way through the remote mountainous terrain, I feel I must find my way to Austria as it might provide me with a safe haven. After much trekking I finally arrive in Austria where I meet up with a very distinguished bearded doctor possibly a Freud like psychologist who acts a something of a friend or helper to me. Unfortunately Austria doesn’t seem like such a good place to stay due to my dream ethnicity and the current racial and political dream climate. Many times the doctor takes me to a very profound elevator made from brown marble inside something of a grand illustrious hotel (this location seemed very profound sort of heavenly or as if it were a portal to somewhere profound). The elevator is able to take me to safety but for some reason the lift is too risky to use. After many visits to the grand elevator the bearded doctor takes to me a pharmacy where he loses patience and abandons me to my fate. I feel very panicky and realise that I have to somehow get back to London. A lady approaches me and wants to help me she appears to be from Eastern Europe and wants to take me back to where she lives. We walk and walk for want seems like an age before we arrive back at the rather grey and depressed city where she lives, the lady takes me up to a room in a block of rundown flats where she lives. I sit down on the bed in the lady’s room and in a round-a-bout sort of way she suggests we have sex. I tell the lady with great anxiety that I can’t do that unless I wear a condom (I haven’t had one of these condom anxiety dreams for quite a while but it is something of a recurring theme). The woman indicates that there are some boxes of condoms in blue boxes on the bedside table but on further inspection they all seem empty. I do eventually find one lone condom so I unwrap it but I find that it is far too large so I discard it, the lady still wants sex which only heightens my anxiety so as a compromise I tell her that we can perhaps both lie down on the bed and the and just touch one another, so we end up doing that instead. As we lay on the bed caressing and touching one another intimately the door slowly swings open and I see the woman’s mother stood eerily and oppressively in the hallway some distance away, I suddenly feel a surge of shame, panic and fear and quickly stop what I’m doing.
Dream 2: The great pretender – Night time in the 1970’s and I find myself in the uppermost penthouse suite of a tall tower block in a big city, I watch as a young slight businessman comes back to his quiet dim pad. I pick up on the man’s story and learn that he isn’t what he seems, on face value he would appear to be something of an entrepreneurial billionaire who has made his fortune through his own hard work and enterprise but in fact the man is something of a confidence trickster and hasn’t worked an honest day in his life, everything he owns has been gained through deception, trickery and conning people. It looks like the game is up though as from out of the darkness his room is suddenly flooded with a surprise entrapment by investigative journalists, detectives, police, mobsters and anyone else who wants to dig the dirt on him or who has been duped by the man. The confidence trickster immediately resigns and accepts his fate and surprisingly is very willing to speak and comply with all of the people in his room. Before the questioning and interrogation takes place one of the seated female journalists asks the bogus businessman if he has some potato crisps to snack on whilst the question and answer session takes place, she seems to know that it’s going to be a long night. I watch as the man goes out back to a pantry to fetch a packet of potato chips for the lady, suddenly from a out of the darkness a rather eager mobster draws a pistol and tries to shoot the man but is soon subdued and calmed by the other people, it would appear that everyone will get there turn for justice but only after the questioning.
Date of dream: Wednesday, July 16, 2008
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(An extremely embarrassing dream, but oh well, here goes….)
Vaguely daytime and I have had a heart attack and have sneezed my heart into my open hands. I look at my still, un-beating heart for a few moments and see that it is pitifully small, pale and undeveloped. It looks embarrassingly insignificant and unimpressive as hearts go and not red, healthy and beating strong as I would like to imagine.
Looking more closely at my heart I see that it looks as though it has separated from one of the large veins like the aorta, this detachment is very noticeable and makes my little heart look as though it were a large pale cherry plucked cleanly from its stalk.
I somehow manage to stagger into a hospital and try to seek help for my condition I can feel my body slowly shutting down and becoming enveloped in an ever intensifying oscillating electrical field, it is how I imagine one would feel when one is dying. I feel partly like a zombie without my heart almost as if it were my brain that had been removed from my body rather than my heart (there was a subtle duality here between the brain and the heart almost as if they were analogous or the heart was a second brain).
I bump into my wife in the hospital she seems quite perplexed at my condition but tags along with me like a quiet child. An attractive nurse in white uniform then comes over to assist me by asking me what my problem is and how she can help. I try to tell the lady about my heart attack and hold out my little pale strawberry shaped heart to show her but when I speak it just comes out as an incoherent mumble as if my senses have been dulled by my condition.
The nurse smiles at me lovingly and tells me that the problem with my heart isn’t really an issue but she does tell me that I have a bigger problem in that I am very badly constipated. I try gesticulating in frustrated panic trying to emphasise the fact that I think being constipated can’t possibly be anywhere near as bad as my heart being outside of my body, in fact I become a bit hysterical thinking that the nurse hasn’t realised the gravity of my situation.
The nurse just continues to give me a gentle knowing smile and laughs off my heart condition and she even treats the constipation problem light-heartedly too even though this is something she wants to help me remedy straight away. It would seem that I am completely over-exaggerating the situation as my medical disorders are actually quite natural and common and something that the hospital has to deal with regularly.
The nurse walks me over to a hospital bed and pulls the curtain around all sides of me for some privacy and then asks me to lie down on the bed. I immediately note that the bed has stirrups and looks like the kind where a pregnant lady might give birth, I feel incredibly embarrassed and mortified in front of the nurse as I position myself on the bed, the nurse then proceeds to help me with my constipation problem.
Without out being too graphic and going into too much detail the unbelievably embarrassing experience has certain parallels with giving birth, the nurse remains very composed and professional throughout which I can only be thankful for because I find the experience utterly mortifying. Just before the dream ends the nurse does manage to help me overcome my problem and the feeling of shame and humiliation is replaced with immense relief and release.
Additional Comments:
Thoughts: Apologies to anyone reading who found that simply too bizarre, it is a very
weird dream but trying to look beyond the slightly grotesque imagery I think that it does
have a deeper meaning and is actually quite positive even though it was very stressful.
The first drama with the heart perhaps represented how I have difficulties with my
instinctual side, the two brain scenario made me ponder that the heart is all about
feeling and the brain about reasoning, both are used to make judgements about the world
and the dramas in ones life. The rejection or maybe that should be ejection of my heart
by sneezing it through my nose seemed to me to be partly brought about by the more
serious blockage or constipation at the other end. This obstruction perhaps represents my
negativity and pent up feelings about trusting and giving freer reign to my emotions,
intuition and instincts. The act of passing the blockage and releasing the negativity in
the form of a pregnancy seems to clearly suggest that such a cathartic experience
although often very awkward and embarrassing can often signal a kind of positive rebirth
and a fresh start which is very much like how I was left feeling after having this
dream.
Dream 2: Greek & gravelly – I find myself in a small dim bed-sit like apartment which is
apparently my dream lodgings there is a knock at the door so I go to answer it. I see
that it is my aunt’s butch ex-girlfriend who has come to visit with my three cousins who
are all young and children again, the cousins all busy themselves playing a video game
console on the old fashioned television set on the floor in the corner of the dim lounge.
My aunt’s ex-girlfriend then takes me to one side for one of her dream pep talks (this is
becoming something of a recurring theme just lately with this person in my dreams) the
chat is vague but is generally meant to boost my confidence and raise my spirits I feel.
My aunt’s ex does suggest that I be more careful with my money though and points to a
scene just behind me whilst handing me a note of very high value that I had left lying
around, it would appear that I have got lots and lots of money but I just leave it laying
around in loose piles and bundles I toss the note my aunts ex-girlfriend handed me on the
pile discarding it with the rest of the money, the apparent wealth doesn’t seem to really
interest me at all. I then notice an actor from one of my wife’s soap operas sat at the
table where the money is, he looks very shifty and is looking for an opportunity to
snatch a big handful of my money. Apparently this threat of theft is just the sort of
thing my aunt’s ex was trying to warn me about. Later on outdoors at my current home in
the garden I see my wife sat down on the dusty soil of the garden playing a video game
much like my cousins previously were, I walk up behind her to see what she is playing.
My wife’s game looks colourful and childlike and perhaps most interestingly I notice that
she is playing the game with the text in the Greek language , I wonder why she would have
chosen to do such a thing as its bound to make the experience much harder and quite
unintelligible. As if to compliment my wife’s game I see ancient Greek scribes walking
about the stony and gravelly garden talking with one another philosophically.
Dream 3: Say it with flowers – I enter the room where the computer is at home and I see
my wife sat in front of the monitor reading through some of my dreams, letters and
correspondence, I begin to feel tense and worry at what she might think of my writing.
Suddenly I see a page open up which has a huge heading which reads “LOVE” the lettering
has been rendered in a floral style with many tiny flowers. In my confused and harried
state I quickly try to articulate a response to my wife’s discovery and explain to her
what this word means to me.
