Morning of December 25, 2011. Sunday. Zsuzsanna and I have a large vineyard that starts from about the middle of our backyard at our present address on W Street. The rows are oriented north to south and there are at least seven of them. In the distance, to the east, I see the tower Big Ben. However, I erroneously associate it with being in Manhattan (even though it is in the UK in reality and I otherwise correctly perceive myself as being in Australia). There is also some sort of ambiguity where I also associate it with the Empire State Building. More to the south, beyond where the apartments would be in real life (as our backyard is otherwise much longer to the south), are ancient ruins. I casually (without incident) explore them for a short time prior to slowly waking. I associate Big Ben with puzzles, as my older sister Marilyn collected Big Ben jigsaw puzzles. (This reflects the dream self as being puzzled about the level of unconsciousness in being between dreaming and waking, though subliminally). However, a clock tower is also an emergent consciousness factor linked to a subliminal focus on what time it is getting to be while still sleeping (loosely associated with a real alarm clock that wakes a dreamer up in the morning). Big Ben appeared in a dream of December 20, 2010, so there is a loose marker here, though in that dream, I related the possibility of mortality, as it occurred on my 50th birthday.
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I'm walking through streets in poor conditions. I'm in London in Victorian times. I have a light behind me, maybe the moon? I only see my outline, surrounded by white fog, semi-thick. I see the tiles (large stones of the sidewalk) it reflects the light of the moon because of moisture from the night. In the background I can hear Big Ben the clock, but I do not know what time it is. I keep walking. In the street the only thing thatīs heard are my steps, the rest is silent and deserted. I find a home. The only details that catches my eye is the window of the house and the wall of the same. The window is one that "leaves" from the wall. It's big (itīs like those windows that on the inside of the house you can sit and put pillows on). The frames are dark brown. I look at the front door, the wood of the door is rough and yellow-brown. I knock at the door. D opens the door . Behind the door (I dont get in, but I can see the wall behind the door) is a storage with hanging bags of spices. D looks at me and says in a neutral tone of voice: "- Jack the Ripper" I raise my hands to the level of my eyes and I see them completely covered in blood.
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