1st June Dream: I was on a country road with H. We were walking along it when the road curved towards a big estate. There were tall and trimmed hedged along either side of the road. On the right side were some bushes partially under the shade of an oak. The bushes had bright cobalt-blue fruits. On closer inspection they looked like strawberries, in shape. I took one and ate it and it was sweet. I then told H I wanted to make jam with these cobalt berries and H said we couldn't take many but I started to pick the large berries into my pockets until I couldn't take any more. Some bit of the dream is missing, or there is a transition. Then we're inside the big estate place, but it was just like our home with a bigger scale for the rooms. I remember being in the kitchen and it looked regal or something. Dream Fragment: In some kind of museum or gallery, there were many objects on display, everything was lit from underneath. I remember there was this wide trunk or stump and I smashed it's side somehow. Its core was crystalline and I pulled out one piece. It was shaped like an amorphous animal. I suddenly had a long knife, and started carving it to look like a dog. It felt more like wood than crystal. Notes: - The second dream may have just been a run-on sequence from the first. - In the first dream, I remember it was sunny and it felt like it was a quiet road. I remember that the cobalt colour of the berries was particularly vivid. - At the time I think I had started making jam more often, a habit I have kept a bit by now. I like to make jam or jelly out of fruits other people might not consider, so maybe the exotic character of the berries and my desire to turn them into a jam might be interconnected. - I still have some visual memory of the second dream which allows me to make note that it looked a bit like that place in space odyssey, with the white floors and rooms at the end. It was darker than that because the light was focused on the displays though. - Looking back on this dream, I quite like the idea of the crystal and of carving it. To me, quite a while now since I had this dream, it feels analogous to some of my inner concepts around transformation and undefined forms, shapeshifting and so on. The carving is significant as a whole because carving and sculpting as a whole are of major interest to me but they aren't activities I've had much chance to work in. On top of that it deals with the subject of controlling matter and changing it.
24th May Dream: Was in some kind of gallery or museum. The room was large and square. It had a lower tier/level kind of, also square and I walked down to it with some stairs. H was there I think and I was supposed to connect some displays of paintings with power, but I only had a single extension lead. (Some section I don't remember.) Then, as I was talking to someone a delegation appeared or something and a few others including H got close to the group. There was a mayor of some kind and the museum's curator. My dad was also part of this delegation. He had a dark brown suit and seemed taller and younger. Then he started moving ahead of the group into some hall and the group followed him. I didn't really want to join this event but H said something to me from behind and said I should go because of dad, giving me a push and then I just continued with the momentum. Then in some other room, dad and this other guy start climbing some nonsensical spiral staircase. It was made with beautifully stained wood and a carved/turned centre pillar, but for some reason only had a bannister/railing on the inner side of the steps. It went very high up, four or five stories. I was feeling my fear of heights so I didn't look down or backwards and wondered how the hell I was going to get back down. Because of the missing bannister bit, we were all climbing the staircase by pulling ourselves up on the centre pillar or something. I remembering seeing dad reach the top and jumping to a flat area just under ceiling level and over a wall. The whole place looked highly decorated and detailed in a neo-classic style, mostly comprising wood or painted wood. Eventually I got to the top too and I wasn't sure about the jump but the point of view changed from my eye sight to an overview of the area and then I jumped. Then the rest of the dream was in this sort of top down view. I walked around this secluded area and eventually found some portal or something? And then I became like Scorpion from Mortal Kombat. I have no more recall of the dream. Notes: - Not too long after this dream I started work on a virtual gallery project in which I pretty much wanted to embody this general neo-classic styling and museum feel. Some of this idea of powered displays must have bled through into my subconscious because I did indeed later on create something similar for my project. - The suit my dad was wearing was in the style of a suit I remember him actually wearing when he was more given to wearing suits anyway because of work. - In retrospect, H's presence in this dream was a bit "guide-like" I suppose, as H's role was fairly limited in the dream but somewhat essential for the action to unfold as it did.
Hypnagogia, non-lucid - All of the sudden I'm folding a huge piece of paper, which is constructed with lot of smaller segments may be the size of an A2 sheet. There are some watercolors paintings here and there. I´m just trying to fold the whole thing which has become a bit complicated to do. - I realize I'm clearly hearing a lot of female laughing on the background. - I'm standing next to a pile of things, when an electric guitar toy fall to my side. I reflectively react with a fast move and catch it on the fall./... * I wake up with a jolt (shake?) on the bed. .../ I'm sitting on a chair and a black cat jumps on my legs. I don't know its intentions, but I'm afraid it will slap me in the face. The cat does nothing but seems nervous. I find it logic that it will end up slapping me in the face because of confusion. The scene turns stressing. I'm waiting for its next move but I let it stay on my legs/... * If I wouldn't have taken notes, these segments were lost forever. .../I'm in some art galleries. There's a lot of young people walking here and there. I've made a collage using some pictures from a girl friend apparently I know well and posted on the wall. She sees one of her paintings hanging on the board. She gets upset, because she thinks her work sucks. I hold her from the hip when she wants to walk away. I tell her it's OK, that she must not worry about her works because she's a great artist. I see her talking to her 'Grand Master', who is sort of presence on a huge screen hanging from the roof. She asks him if the tattooed man is the man with the little tattoo that she has already dreamed with. I think she may be referring me, but I'm not sure. There's certain DV thing in all of this, but I cannot clearly distinguish what is it exactly. I get into her room, and looking around I tell her it's a great atelier and that I miss the two I got to build. I get into another room in a side, when another girl gets in. I saw her and ask her for what happened because of we were going to have sex and I'm still waiting. She turns her back on me, and gets closer, lifting her tight golden dress. I help her and we start having some fun/... .../I'm in my grandparents' house. My foster mother (my aunt mom) finally got to see my little daughter again. She tries to carry her, but I see she's to heavy now and I ask her to put her down. But she goes out to greet some relative who gets into the scene in a car with her son. They talk about something, I want to take my daughter back home. The older one sleeps on the table in the kitchen, and my aunt-mom tells me she looks like my little half brother. I agree/... .../I'm seeing a dance on a field, actually there are two folkloric dances mixed together. The dancers are forming couples which change from one to another along the song. In certain part of the choreography they kiss. I see some girls making a gesture with the mouth, like trying to avoid a real contact. We are in the lake, the water covers my legs, but my upper side is still dry. I friend of mine wants to submerge us all. He dives in. I see his hair floating. The water level is rising. I don't want to get deeper because of the cold. He's lying on the bottom. I dive in to see if everything is OK. He plays to snore, and tells something and dives out. But I made a false move and get into a deep zone. Now I'm floating and tell people that the water levels are rising. I look for somewhere to put my feet on. I see my shadow moving on the bottom. The water is clear. At the end, I got all my clothing wet, but it feels nice to be here/... * Recall is improving again and there's still a whole week to play some more.
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First I'm at a large house in the countryside, a camping center. The others are mostly males between 20 and 30 years. For some reason I get locked in a barn with small group. The rest have something against us. I tell everyone I have a plan and light a candle. I escape trough a loose board in the wall. The candle is useless, it's daytime, and I blow it out. Then I go around the back, hiding behind things. I think someone sees me but they don't care. All the others have gather around a hill and are discussing some arrangements at the camp. They're talking about hiring a new handyman. Second There are some ethereal creatures and they are leaving this world trough a portal. I'm not one of them, I'm just watching. One stays behind for some reason. She has and emotional connection to this world. Another one comes, a male, and he finds her. He talks her into coming with him, but apparently this take years and in the meantime they fall in love. She still doesn't want to leave completely, but he tells her that they can come back ones in a while, but they can only live here for a thousand years at a time. I wonder how they could hide their identity if they live a thousand years. Third I'm returning home, walking by the road in a residential area. The houses don't look familiar, even though this should be my road. I notice the backside of my building on the other side of the block, I've taken the wrong road. I walk trough a yard to a back door. I briefly wonder if my keys will fit, since my apartment is actually on the other side, but I do get in. Something wrong on the first floor, there are people talking about it. I go up to my apartment. I'm interested in what the trouble was but decide to change my shoes before going back, I'm wearing hiking shoes and they are pretty heavy. There are things lying around in the apartment, I've left in a hurry, and I start cleaning them up. Fourth I'm in a gallery with small boutiques all around. There is a coffee place and a couple of clothing stores. I woman decides to buy something from a small bakery. I try to decide if I want to get something. There is a third person there, a man, who might know me, but not very well.
M&M and I are going to a gallery. As we get there, we can see many people painting on the canvass. those are not any concrete paintings, ore of a modern, geometrical shapes. Its a large, complex building. Those people seem to be from the street, random people just being creative. It seems like a class. Then, some lady comes in. She is a professor. She advises these people how to paint it better and how much it can be sold for. Then I see a girl painting some squares. The professor comes to her and tells her to paint in lines from the right top corner to the opposite one. This will make it look dynamic. She starts to pint in to the girl's painting and totally changes/destroys it. The girl is just watching it, all upset. The girls pulls out some money and gives it to the professor. it is £40 or £55 per hour. The girl was there for about 3 hours. She tells us that she comes very often.
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