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A blind date has been arranged for me with the character Miranda Hobbes from the television series
‘Sex and the City’.
As we walk to a bar I see my reflection and notice that I have large womanly hips and thighs.
We sit at a table in a bar there is an awkward silence between us.
I see that Miranda is wearing a watch much like my own she tells me that her brother gave it to her.
I look to my wrist to compare my watch to hers and see that I am wearing two similar watches.
I break the ice by asking her “what are you doing this weekend?” Miranda thinks I’m jumping the gun
and assumes I am enquiring if she is available, but my question was genuine and I was just curious
to know what she would be doing.
When she realises my question was honest she tells me that a female friend has invited her to pick
and taste cloves of garlic at a vineyard where the bulbs are exclusively grown.
Thoughts: The character of Miranda Hobbes almost certainly represents a meeting with what might be the current incarnation of my archetypal Anima or previously denied Anima as suggested by the blind date. Whilst reflecting on the dream on waking it came to me that each of the females in the television show for me represents a direction or orientation such as North being Miranda Hobbes the voice of reason, slightly masculine herself but also verging on being a misandrist which in a peculiar way mirrors my own feelings about men particularly childhood feelings. The South represented by Samantha Jones symbolizes the physically uninhibited, independent, instinctual this aspect of the anima is the one I tend to deny, the East being Carrie Bradshaw who is the narrator, a philosopher with the drama being structured around her centre of thought I guess this could be seen as being the Ego self and finally the West in the form of Charlotte York who is conservative, emotional and romantic. The perfect anima in this context would lie at the center of the cardinal points I guess or at the center of the cross ‘+’. I’ve been thinking a great deal about a the connection between the Anima and ones Shadow, seeing as the Shadow is often the same gender as the dreamer the drama near the end of my dream would suggest resistance or fearfulness, the archetypal vampire would be Dracula and the garlic from the strange vineyard would be used to keep him at bay, this symbolism may refer to previous dreams of vampires and shadows. Compare this drama to Dream 3 where another positive manifestation of my Shadow made him Self present.
Dream 1: Green card – In an American waiting room I watch as a vertically challenged Mexican man is chased about the room by officials, the little man who has an elongated head is an illegal alien and is forcibly taken away. I ask an American lady sat to my right “What if a highly qualified Mexican scientist wanted to work in America, surely he would be offered employment?” The lady explains “Mexico needs scientists so its unlikely one would seek employment in the United States” I ponder what she says and realise that her logic makes sense.
Dream 2: Wheelbarrow – My aunt and her ex-girlfriend are gardening at the rear of my teenage home. I take charge of the situation and use a wheelbarrow as I work.
Dream 3: Italian dragon – Way off in the distance on the motorway I take to work I see a stationary brown car whose front end has been crumpled in an accident. Fortunately the authorities tow the car away before I reach that point in the highway resulting in a clear road ahead for me. I drive behind a classic yellow and white Lamborghini Miura which has an Italian flag fluttering from the front right passenger window. In the rear window at the bottom right I see a flag of Wales. I see that the driver sat in the front left seat is a black man.
Dream 4: The resonant frequency of water – In the canteen at work I boil water in a whistling kettle with the intention of finding the resonant frequency of water. When this doesn’t work I look for an egg to place inside the kettle. Realising that it wouldn’t be right of me to take the eggs which don’t belong to me from the worktop I decide to make myself a cup of coffee instead.
Dream 5: “Merry Xmas Everybody” – The music group Marillion have reformed with their old lead singer Fish. I watch as they perform with great gusto a cover of Slade’s “Merry Xmas Everybody” just for me.
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(A really wonderful dream). Daytime and I find myself on a pebbly beach in Italy somewhere, the
weather is windy and a little grey but very pleasant nonetheless.
I am accompanied on the beach by my wife and there are also some other peoples a short distance away
to my right, these small groups of two or three are being instructed in the techniques of paragliding.
I myself have a paragliding parachute with me too and am teaching myself how to use it or perhaps
that should be more that I have taught myself how to use it as I already appear to be quite adept
and accomplished in using it to take flight.
The fact that I have taught myself how to fly fills me with a wonderful sense of pride and
achievement, a special kind of becoming.
With the help of the wind I lift the canopy way up over my head filling the vent like cells with
air, I maneuver my controls and get swept up off the beach way high up into the sky, the sensation
is unimaginably pleasurably, utterly thrilling and completely liberating.
I hear my wife calling up to me in a panicky worried voice, she hollers up to me in a wavering and
wobbly distant way “You are 500 feet off the ground, you are 500 feet off the ground!” I reply “I
know and it’s wonderful!” adding so as to put my wife’s mind at ease “Don’t worry I’m fine!”
I then proceed to steer my parachute out to sea, the feelings, sights and sensations make me feel
very tingly and excited inside, the sea is beautifully calm and I have the sudden and profound
realization and understanding that the sea no longer contains any monsters, dangers or threatening
creatures for me anymore and I can therefore land my parachute softly in the sea and then swim back
to shore and practice my flying all over again and to my hearts content.
Thoughts: I really enjoyed this dream so much and really felt in control, I think the dream has come about through some intense psychological sort of soul searching and attempts at personal development particularly in regards to changing old unhelpful patterns of thought and ways of thinking. The dreams message is probably simple in that the dream represents a kind of freedom where I had previously felt constrained (subconsciously, psychologically and emotionally perhaps as indicated by the symbolism of being above the now calm and unthreatening sea).
Dream 1: God – (An early in the night space/void dream, very abstract but deeply profound). I find myself in velvety blackness a kind of space but with no stars more of a void, there are various contradictions about my situation. I feel like I am travelling at light speed and yet I am also not moving but am motionless and fixed to one point, distance is difficult to ascertain the space I occupy is both infinite and yet enveloped. As I ‘travel’ without travelling I see a white point of light way off in the distance, a star I assume. The star is approaching me (it didn’t feel as if I were approaching it, so I assume I was not actually moving). As the star or sun gets closer it begins to take shape and the form begins to look something like a leaf, the shape is approaching at a rapid speed like a train approaching silently on invisible perfectly straight train tracks. Suddenly the image is upon me and broaches right up to my....I was going to face but I was bodiless so more my point of vision really. The image is familiar to me it’s a paper cut out from a book on medieval alchemy I have and depicts a hermaphrodite figure half King and Queen divided symmetrically on the vertical axis. The image doesn’t speak to me at least not literally as it is somewhat two-dimensional just as if it had been a picture cut out from a book but its meaning is profoundly apparent, I simply but numinously realize that god (or at least my version of god) means mutual respect and a perfect balance between man and woman.
Dream 3: Last of the feminine fuel – Late afternoon and I find myself at an unfamiliar petrol station, I wait outdoors on the forecourt as I have a previously arranged rendezvous with a dream male who is meant to meet me here (this person is vaguely familiar to me in the dream but not in waking). I ponder the purpose of our meeting which is to discuss how we both wear women’s clothing (in waking life I have no such pastime, the clothing probably refers to its symbolic function, i.e. clothing as persona I feel). I expect the man to arrive dressed as a woman but when he does eventually turn up I see that he is dressed just like a regular guy in jeans, t-shirt and jacket. We briefly chat and I realize that we have both come to the end of a cycle or period in our lives that has been exhausted. We both walk away from the petrol station, moving on, going our separate ways and feeling reborn.
Dream 4: A gentlemanly Italian toilet – Daytime and I would appear to be in Italy again, I find myself having just entered a public toilet. The white tiled convenience has an old fashioned and what I can only describe as possessing a mature gentlemanly air about it, it is the type of toilet I can imagine having an attendant who provides clientele with simple services such a brushing down of ones clothes, offering cologne and general small talk. I enter a toilet cubicle more as if to inspect it and see if it is to my liking (?), the toilet is very clean and well kept but quite unfussy in a male sort of way and has once again what I can only describe as a rather gentlemanly antique wooden toilet paper dispenser, I put my hand inside the wooden box and feel about and am satisfied to find toilet paper waiting for anyone who should happen to need the toilet. It’s definitely a toilet I feel comfortable in and happy to use (?).
Dream 5: Dialogue with a dying devil – I have been summoned to a mausoleum (a recurring feature of my dreams at the moment) by the devil himself. On entry I see a smart looking man with blond locks dressed in a smart white suit, he looks like a previous incarnation of the devil archetype who appeared in past dreams but who also looks like an actor called Matthew McConaughey (I know next to nothing about this actor and only saw him very briefly on the TV the other evening in one of my wife’s television soap operas, my subconscious appears to have picked him out for reasons which are probably obvious, I don’t know what the show was called but he played a kind of sex crazed business executive trying to seduce a lady). The devil calls me over to a marble tomb which doubles as a desk, he appears to be gravely ill and lies atop the dusty desktop. The devil appears to be at deaths door, he beckons me over and weakly holds and draws me close to him. He thanks me in a dramatic sort of way for helping to fulfill some sort of strange quest he set me a long time ago which seemed to involve discovering and learning more about women or perhaps more specifically the feminine nature (?). The devil begins to calcify, solidifying and transforms into a marble statue lying atop of the tomb, the mausoleum suddenly begins to tremble and shudder with cracks appearing up the walls and dust and plaster falling inwards from the miniature vaulted ceiling. I make a quick run for the portal which leads out before the entire structure collapses in on itself.