Making progress

I am trying to make my way forward but my companion keeps either grabbing and pulling my arm or leaning against me so that we stumble along like a couple of drunks. I am finding it increasingly irritating to be pushed and pulled this way.

Cold

I am with B at some kind of educational event. I complain to him that I am not getting as much as I expected out of it. Later we are together outside the building, it is very cold and we are both bundled up in multiple clothing layers. We are standing close together to share warmth. I ask if he is ok and he comments that he is still able to feel aroused.    

Slow motion

I'm having a memory replayed for me in slow motion. It is a memory of an earlier one of my series of plane dreams. The one in which another plane is passing far too close to the one I am in. As I watch I can see how it happened. Two other planes are on a collision course, as they make contact one is sent hurtling towards the one I am in. It passes very close by and my plane has to make sudden manoeuvres to avoid it just as we are coming in to land. Once on the ground we overshoot the runway and stop, remarkably, with the nose just at the borderline of the runway and a road. I reflect that all this must have happened so fast in the original experience that I was unable to register the details. 

Unrest

A house dream. The house is large and has many open areas and some smaller rooms. I have some kind of ownership in the place but its not quite clear what form that takes and which areas I have a right to inhabit. There are many other people in the house, mostly sleeping. In the bedroom area that feels most familiar, and that I believe is most likely to be mine, someone is already asleep in the bed. I don't want to disturb them, so I go to sleep on the stairs. This is uncomfortable and I don't sleep well. I get up and walk around and look into some of the smaller rooms and see unmade beds, heaps of discarded clothing and other disarray. I feel that the arrangements are unsatisfactory, I feel like I can't find rest in this sleeping house.

A disappointing experience

There are a group of us who have been taking part in some kind of experiment or experience, it's unclear to me if it was voluntary or not. I am inclined to tell the person in charge of it that the experience was not useful to me, that it was disappointing. The others are fearful about giving negative feedback, as if this might be a dangerous thing to do, and I hesitate, but then confront him. I say that there were times when I thought it had potential and might be becoming interesting but it ultimately failed to live up to my hopes. He did not say anything and appeared to reluctantly accept what I was saying. His posture was slightly stooped and he turned away. I had a feeling of relief that I had found the courage to make my opinion clear and had not been intimidated by him.

The dream I didn't record - end of the road

I try to record every dream I have that I have a clear memory of. I do this as soon as I can after waking. Occasionally I have a dream that I don't record because it is so unpleasant I really want to forget it. A few weeks ago I had one of those dreams. It included a similar sensation to the one at the end of the 'Crash' dream but much more intense. A sense of struggling to hold on to consciousness in a situation of being overwhelmed. As often happens with this kind of dream I was not successful in trying to forget it.

I was in a car travelling at speed along a  road. I was a passenger in the car. The road was gently winding and there was no other traffic. As we rounded a curve the road ended abruptly and the car continued, plunging into water. I had time to take a deep breath before it hit the water and sank. There followed a sensation of struggling to remain conscious long enough to escape.

While it clearly wasn't a premonition of the exact circumstances we find ourselves in with the pandemic that recently overwhelmed us the sensations and emotions involved are strikingly similar.

Crash

Another plane dream. This time the plane was going down. It was a slow and unpleasant sensation. I looked up at the panel above my head and saw that there was a button, where the call button would usually be, that would cause it to crash immediately. I pressed it. After this I had a feeling of struggling to remain conscious.

Gorilla

There was a huge gorilla in the house. I couldn't work out how it could have got in. I avoided it but then someone said that it had taken the baby. I looked and saw a very tiny smear of blood and knew it must be true.

Play

I was waiting in the wings to go on stage. I told the lead actor I was with that I couldn't do it. He said I'd be fine. I explained that I didn't mean I was nervous, I meant that I hadn't learned the part, hadn't even read it. We did go on, although I had no idea what I was going to do. After we'd taken our places there was a pause and I realised that the lead actor was listening to the prompter.

Communication frustration

I'm travelling, mostly on foot, with a doctor who is trying to explain the condition and treatment that I've had. He gave a cursory explanation but I asked for more detail because, as I said, it was happening to me so it was important to me. He struggled to put it into terms I could understand and I found it hard to work out which parts of what he was saying were the most important. We were both getting frustrated, him trying to explain and me trying to understand. At one point we encountered another doctor and the two had a conversation, the one I was with was clearly relieved to be able to communicate without difficulty.

Under the skin

The doctor doesn't offer any comment and I have an uneasy feeling, but after he's gone I look at my body and find a well developed, healthy looking baby moving just beneath the skin. It doesn't seem unusual to me that it's so clearly visible and the main feeling is one of relief that what I had almost given up on is actually going to happen.

The devil in the library

There was a pursuit going on through a large library, although in the beginning it was confused and unclear who or what was being pursued. We couldn't get a clear look at it as it hid in shadows and scurried from one bolthole to another. As we moved up through the building some of us attempted to name or describe it, speculating on how it might disguise itself in order to ambush or evade us. It was finally cornered on the top floor and we moved in and surrounded it. I was unsure at this point what we would do next, there didn't seem to be any inclination to harm it, only to examine it and keep it under control. At this point I became aware that it was a devil type thing, something with a strong negative energy to it. As it was recognised and observed by us all it appeared to lose strength and power and to be more afraid than threatening. Some of us joined hands to keep it enclosed but it soon became clear that it was not strong enough to pose a danger to us.

A white world

White buildings with tall elegant pillars and large pools of clear water. I swim across one of the pools which is a perfect temperature. In every direction all is light, airy and open, every surface is unblemished. I encounter some older women and remark that the last time I was here everything was much more basic. They smile and I realise that must have been a very long time ago.

Spike's house

I was visiting the home of Spike Milligan. It was a marvellous place, with many spacious rooms full of books and comfortable, if rather worn, furniture. He was there in one of the rooms, but he was old and tired and did not move from the chair he was tucked up in, with a blanket over his legs. It made me sad to see him that way. I went upstairs and found there was a more modern looking room with a gift-shop. It was selling not books but paper and pens and small decorative items. There were very tiny notebooks and sets of tiny writing paper and envelopes, the kind I remember reading about him writing in for his children as messages from the fairies. 

New job

I was at a gathering with people who were new to me. I had just accepted a job in some kind of religious role. It involved reading and writing, helping people know how to behave and I remember reflecting at one point that this would also help them to 'pay their taxes'. There was a woman who kept trying to explain to me that the man in charge, a vicar or priest figure, was not to be trusted. At one point I was talking with him about the job and I had just about come to the point of admitting to him that I did not belong to any church community at all when our conversation was interrupted.

Untidy bedroom

I was in a room, a bedroom, which was very untidy and I felt irritated by that and wanted to clean it up, but it wasn't mine. When I thought no one was looking I cleaned up an area but I was afraid I might throw away something useful, so I stopped. Someone was sitting up in the bed and I had an impression of someone behind him I couldn't see clearly. All around the bed were stacks of dusty items. The room was decorated in a kind of boho or hippy style with bright coloured rugs and throws. I was in a wheelchair, although that didn't seem to be of any importance, except that parts of it got detached and I was afraid they might get lost among all the untidy piles of stuff. At one point I embraced the person sitting in the bed and when I did that my irritation about the untidiness eased, it didn't seem to matter so much. At another point I left the bedroom and found that the rest of the house was decorated in the same style but was much cleaner and tidier. Finally I left the house and got lost trying to navigate the roads in my chair. I wanted to get back to the house.

Landing

I was in a plane, coming in to land. I was expecting a hard landing, anticipating the impact but there was none. I realised we were on the ground while I was still braced. We then transferred to a bus for the onward journey.

A new flat

I was in the process of moving in to a new flat, and had to clear out some tools and pieces of machinery that had been left there. After I'd done that I slept for a while and when I woke up I went to the other end of the flat and found two women were there on camp beds. They also had a red, plush sofa which was not at all to my taste. I hoped they would clear it out so I could bring my things in. One of them opened a door onto a kind of walk in closet that was a huge unexpected interior space. I knew I'd have to think carefully about how to make use of it. 

On the couch

I'm in a house that I seem to know my way around. There are other people, it appears to be a family group, sitting on chairs and couches, but I can see only one of them - an older man - clearly. I am standing in an area off to one side, tidying things up in an unhurried way. I have a sense of not quite belonging or being unsure of my status in the group. Eventually there is nothing left to do and I go to sit down. There is only one place left, on a couch next to the man I can see clearly, so I sit there. The couch is small and when I sit my leg is resting against his. I'm unsure how this will be regarded but the only alternative would be to get up again, so I stay where I am. He turns towards me and in a kind of slow motion draws me in to an embrace. As he does this the other people in the room become even less clear to me.   

Grenade games

I'm out in a field wearing military uniform and a hard hat. I'm handed a long gun of some kind. I realise from watching others that I have to use it to swing at a grenade that's thrown my way to try to get it away from myself. I know that at some point when it's hit it will explode. During the dream it does not.

In the station

I'm at a major train terminal, in a large hallway full of people. One of them walks from the platform to a doorway and then appears back on the platform, he does this over and over again. All the people have half-blank, half-horrified expressions as they go through a short sequence of actions repeatedly, never getting out of the station. I get the feeling that these are people whose options have narrowed down to such an extent that they have hardly any left at all, and that they are becoming aware of it. I have an awful sense that such a narrowing of options is inescapable but then I realise that there is nothing stopping the people leaving the station, if they chose they could just walk out.

The game 2

We are travelling through a long tunnel or tube like place which reminds me of a spaceship or possibly a high-tech underground structure of some kind. There are a series of rooms or caverns and the walls are lined with screens. The people are strangely dressed and seem to be engaged mainly in trying to impress each other with their style. My male companion is in a rather irritable mood. At one point we eat a meal and he tells me how annoying it is when the servers try to clear up before he's finished, which a male server then does, trying, jokingly, to take a plate from the table. At certain points I use the screens to play a kind of game. This seems to have something to do with my companion, but I'm not sure what the rules are and I have to intuitively work out what each step towards success will be. Eventually we arrive at the last room and I comment that it's getting uncomfortably hot and maybe it's time to go. I get the feeling it will be very cold outside. Someone responds that we don't have to go and also offers a thin blanket which I am unimpressed by. I use one of the screens and it brings up a simple map of the final stage that I can follow. At this point I notice that I'm not wearing a top but I am unconcerned by that and work through the stages with a kind of intuitive confidence even though I am still not aware of the final goal.     

A white garment

I'm listening to a woman who is speaking quietly and at the same time I'm touching a white garment which I think belongs to her. It's extremely soft and I'm thinking about how comfortable it would be to wear. I notice that there are other people waiting to speak to me and I nod to the woman who is speaking to let her know it is time to reach a conclusion and she acknowledges this.

Concrete protest

A series of images of Japanese people, speaking Japanese (which I did not understand) loudly as if protesting something they felt strongly about, then immersing themselves, face down, in wet concrete.

An accident

There'd been an accident, a car had crashed into a house. I think I'd been a passenger in the car. Maybe I'd been thrown clear somehow. The car was embedded in a wall that had collapsed onto it and there was no sign of the driver. The house was large with many comfortably furnished rooms and with a calm atmosphere. It seemed to be some kind of educational establishment, although quite informal. People gathered in small groups and talked quietly. The crash didn't seem to have attracted any attention and I got the feeling there was nothing to be done about it.

Later I found I was wearing a garment that was a silvery colour and somehow knew that it was made out of the same material as the stars.

Letting people in

I was in an apartment, much like the place where I live now, with an older woman. I was getting annoyed with her because she kept letting people in. Anyone who wanted to come in she let in  At one point she opened the balcony doors and there were people climbing over the rail and coming in. They were talking and laughing and I was finding it hard to concentrate. Later when I was trying to sleep she allowed two people dressed in elaborate costumes to occupy one side of the bed.

A hotel and a new cozy house

I'm not sure if these were two separate dreams or two parts of one. Arriving at a hotel with a male friend we went to his room first which was a standard pleasant hotel room. I expected mine to be the same but when I went to find it I discovered it was not just a room but a suite with enormous wooden double doors and luxurious furnishings including a huge bed. None of the staff spoke to me but they acknowledged me and accepted my right to be there.

The house was of an unusual design, round and sunken slightly into the ground with windows facing inward overlooking a central courtyard that was designed to receive the maximum amount of natural light. I was in one of the furthest rooms from the entrance with my male friend and we were watching the progress of a group of visitors from a window with some amusement. They were commenting that you could use the room that was set out as a lounge as an extra bedroom if you wanted to. They also noted that the kitchen was well stocked with preserved fruits and other foods in glass jars. As the visiting group came closer I was measuring a cupboard and joking with my friend about how much space we would need to hide in. He commented on the fact that one of the visiting group was his wife.

The old house again

In the old house again, with an old man, packing things up. For once it was easy, most things were already packed neatly away. I was putting several pillows into a large bag. There was a sense of completion.

Bleak and hopeless fragments

I've had a few dreams I've avoided describing. Some I can still remember parts of, one I made deliberate efforts to not remember. In one dream two young princes were killed, the mood was bleak. In another one person was attacking another by stabbing him with tiny pieces of wood pulled off the door-frame of the small room they were in. The wounds were superficial but painful. The one who was being attacked had a look of shock and horror. All I have left of the one I made an effort to forget is a mood of flat hopelessness.

Struggling to wake up

I was at a conference in a hotel. I'd over-slept and was struggling to wake up. I kept slipping back into a dream. I knew I was late for the day's events but I couldn't get myself up and ready. After I eventually got out of bed I couldn't find my toiletries bag and then in the bathroom I wasn't able to close the door. I kept trying to prepare for the day but wasn't able to, it was all too much effort, I couldn't get things to work and I just wanted to go back to sleep.

The old house

I went back to the old house. I hope for the last time. It was a mess. I spent some time picking things up, looking at them, dropping them again. Outside I remarked to someone that I wished it could all just be got rid of, there was nothing there of any use to me any more.  

The bar

I heard a rumour that David Bowie was going to play at a local bar so I went down there, thinking that, even though it was unlikely, at least it would be easy to get home again. I had a couple of drinks and then he did indeed appear but performed just two songs, which was disappointing. I decided to rest before going home and found a quilt behind the bar to curl up under. On waking I found that there was a rather sleepily affectionate androgynous stranger also there. I picked up my keys and bag from the bar intending to go home.

A journey

I'm in a car being driven by an older man. When we arrive at our destination it becomes clear that he is confused, sometimes wandering aimlessly and sometimes stopping and staring off into space. Someone shows us photographs and in them I recognise myself but I'm much younger, in my twenties, sitting in an up-market looking restaurant, with a hairstyle I hardly recall. I look confident and a little detached. I look through the photographs with the man, but neither of us make any comment on them. We go out walking and he wants to go onto the beach for the cool breeze but I want to go home, it's starting to get dark. I try to persuade him that it's time to go but I can't make him understand. Later, on the journey home, he stops the car, no longer sure how to continue. I find myself walking home and I think that it will give me the chance to post a parcel, a gift I've been meaning to send, but then I realise I don't have it with me, I must have left it somewhere. The overall feel of the dream is of confusion, loss, disjointedness.

Unpredictable

There are a group of us, in some kind of vehicle. A man joins us who seems rather disturbed and unpredictable. We don't do anything to antagonise him but I whisper to one of the others that I will not allow the man to come home with us. There is a sense of having drawn a line, set a boundary.

Cozy room

A strange mood to this, very difficult to describe. I'm in a warm, cozy room with someone in whose company I feel completely relaxed. There are no expectations. He reminds me of J. We are living like animals or children, in the moment, doing whatever feels right. We are also in various states of dress or undress without any self-consciousness at all. Sometimes we snuggle together comfortably, sometimes we leave the room and return. The comfortable mood is always there in the room to come back to. At the end there is a strange but pleasant sensation as he explores my face with his mouth as a very small child or animal might do.

Child ignored

There was a man and a woman on the balcony outside and they were wearing bath towels wrapped around them. I was inside and all I had was a small hand-towel, but I remember thinking it was enough because I was only a small child.

Then they moved further down - it was a long balcony across several rooms - and I went out and walked towards them. The woman would not look at me and as I came closer she got up and moved inside. The man didn't say anything but he made eye contact and acknowledged me.

Respect

In the doctor's office with a doctor who is trying to make a diagnosis. He is doing this without requiring me to remove any of my clothing. I get the impression he believes it would not be respectful to do that. Instead he opens my shirt collar a little and examines the small area revealed. When he has finished he very respectfully kisses my cheek and I realise it is B. (B is a very considerate and helpful friend.)

Green lion

At the edge of sleep I deliberately called up the image of the borderland between sleeping/waking, conscious/unconscious. I followed the fence between them for a while, noticing how similar both sides appeared, although there was the occasional mirage-like structure in the distance on the far side.

Then I saw a green lion appear on the other side, it was watching me and began keeping pace with me. I stopped to look closer and felt very attracted to it, it's power and strength were thrilling and captivating. I had an urge to cross the fence and embrace it. At the same time I was aware that it was a lion, a predator, and it could easily do me harm.

Criticism

I'm called aside by a woman who seems to be my boss. She tells me she's very disappointed with my attitude, that she never saw such an unacceptable performance. As she is talking to me I realise that my mind is not on what I'm supposed to be doing. I'm distracted and not interested in what she's saying. I'm surprised at how little I care about the criticism which would once have been crushing.

No-win

A sense of being trapped in a no-win situation. I know the person I'm waiting for is unstable, possibly dangerous, and I will never feel comfortable around him. I also know that he would not be willing to let me leave the relationship and that anyone who helped me leave would be in danger. I consider trying to disappear, but know I would be pursued and never be able to feel at ease. I keep thinking through all the options and can't find any solution.  

Down and up again

Walking down a broad staircase into water and on the other side of the water is a similar staircase that goes up.

Falling facade

Most of the building had been demolished but the front wall was still standing. I saw a woman drive a large yellow digger towards it, colliding with it with some force. The upper part of the facade swayed and appeared about to fall. I called out to the woman to get away from it before it fell.

Another bus

I get on a bus and take a seat next to someone I know. I'm unsure where the bus is going so I ask him. He avoids giving a direct answer

A drowned woman

There was a bathtub beside me. As I dipped my hand in and stirred the surface I saw an older woman, eyes closed, beneath the water.

A strange mix of disjointed communication and journeys

A woman transforms herself into a kitten-like white animal. I try to talk to her but in that form she reacts as an animal would, backing away when I move towards her. I'm relaxing beside a group talking at a table and at a certain point I comment that the conversation is interesting. It breaks the flow and I wish I hadn't commented. I'm boarding a train but my female companion is not with me. I'm unsure if I'm on the right train or where I'm going but it's filling up with people and I take a seat. I make a kind of nest with clothes and bags so I can hide away and rest. Then I'm getting a bus and I notice the route will take us past an exciting place and I'm looking forward to seeing it, although I don't know the ultimate destination. I've had a little to drink, just enough to feel warm and happy and I know that will make the experience more fun.

New Year's Dream

Embrace

"We can keep this disengaged and detached if you want, but you know I don't." he said, and I felt irresistibly drawn to turn and reach for him. As we embraced I felt his warmth and strength. Even so, I was still holding something back.

Broken glass vase

I had broken a large glass vase and considered not mentioning it. The vase was dusty and I doubted if it would be missed. Then I noticed pieces of glass scattered around and knew I had to mention it to avoid anyone injuring themselves .

Square or round

I seem to be attempting to summon up a power but in fact I am trying to hold it back and control it. It's like an energy or heat in my hands and the strength of it is alarming. Someone is asking me to use it to make the square pattern on a large wall hanging round. I decide to stop holding back the energy and try. It seems to work, although I sense that I have simply made clear that the shape is an illusion and it can appear square or round depending on your perception.

Cuts

Only fragments lately. One image that lingers is of small cuts on my fingers. They're very small but I can't see how they're ever going to heal as whenever I move my hand they open.

A net of blood

A fragmentary image. I feel a discomfort in my right ear and am surprised to see a network of strands of dried blood fall from it.