Tunnelov
No recall, just a few words in my notes
A railway tunnel in Russia. My brother-in-law M was there.
Rollers
No, Moonbeam, not those Rollers
Talking with an older American woman who was going on about some kind of wax. I saw some terracotta tubes in a row on the ground, arranged like rollers for luggage at airports etc. There were metal rods through the middle, so the terracotta rotated around the rods. The woman insisted they were made of wax but I wasn't buying it. (imagine accent...) "Yes they are, Goddammit!".
Doggy style at the castle
I'm in Kelso (small town in Scotland with a castle and large grounds / PDP - boy round house yesterday has Granny living there). There are a few of us in a team entering an orienteering-type treasure hunt. My youngest daughter was one of the DCs but I don't recall the rest. They buggered off half way through the dream anyway.
So I have a map which was next to useless as it was like a bookmark and had almost no detail (PDP - looking at airline destination map yesterday). I start looking at the map working out the best route and which location to pick off first when the rest of the group pointed out that the first base was just there behind me . So we stamp our card or whatever and I look for the next one. I wished I had a compass as I could have known exactly which way to go, but the others were already off in a direction I wasn't sure about.
Then we came to another part of the castle in the grounds. I see most of the group going over this old stone bridge and I can't be bothered to call them back. They're clearly not taking this seriously. I on the other hand head right, through some doors which closed together although they were arranged at a right angle. My daughter was still with me and this dog - a red setter - had joined us. As it came through the doors, they closed on its nose and I could (somehow) see a nose one side of the doors and mainly dog on the other side. "Poor doggy" said my daughter, with feeling.
The room beyond the doors was a large tea room. Not many people there and it was rather messy, like at the end of a day. Must be a converted out-building of the castle. I go to stroke the dog's nose and it starts sucking one of my fingers. Urgh, I think. I bonk it on the nose (again, haha) saying "bad dog" or something like that. It momentarily pulls away then starts sucking my finger again. . Two old ladies having a cop of tea and probably cream scones see the scene and criticise me for being cruel to the dog. Now I was angry "Well, you look after it then." (PDP - I was in a conversation yesterday about society having a joint responsibility to its children).
I was now rather lost. I noticed that the map, shaped like a bookmark, opened out like a paper fan into a broad map. But it still didn't have much detail. I checked both sides and had a kind of resigned feeling that I was never going to get to the treasure first despite my clearly superior map-reading skills.
The bloody dog was still there but my daughter had gone. Now I was not so much with the dog but I was holding just its tongue. Just it's tongue. It felt warm and rubbery. It was turning from red to purple. But I didn't let it go. I knew it was somehow my responsibility.
On the other side of the cafe I go to some glass doors which lead into a field. As I go through a young man in martial-arts gear who I know to be an apprentice (?) tells me that way is now closed.
Bus business
Dozing at around 7am
I'm on a bus coming in to the city from the west. I have in my mind a bus map and am wondering which route to take to get home. I picture routes 7 and 14 in a Y-shape on the map, each intersecting my W-E route at different places but ultimately going south to the same place. I get off and I see a bus over the road junction and check its number. Good, it's about to go and it's not the tight one. I cross and can't see my bus coming. (Can't recall which number bus I opted for). I cross the road I came in on and I see a few buses but none are the one I need. I'm not concerned.
Carpet crawlers
In a rare bit of lucidity for me, I'm a baby or at least pretending to be one. I'm crawling around the carpet of the front room in the first house I lived in. I seem to be tracking insects on the carpet or perhaps just randomly exploring. This is fun. I wonder what's in the next room? I crawl in, only looking downwards, and I see that the room has a black and white chequered lino tiled floor. I can feel it hard and cold. Then I bump into a coat stand and wake up.
The whole sequence probably only lasted about 5 seconds!
Thoughts on "Doggy style at the castle"
The theme of the long dream is that I like to think I know what I'm doing (I had the map) but only in my world. Others have different reasons for being there. Being social mainly. I definitely felt out on my own.
The dog was dependent on me like a child. I was expected to nurture it, or so it felt (sucking finger = breast feeding?). I don't like that feeling. Nothing against the dog, just that I wish it would keep its life to itself. I'm really not very good at sharing when it comes down to it.
The tongue was where my mind was focused on what I didn't like about the dog. As a dog, yeah, fine. But touching its tongue. Yuck. And whilst the dog disappeared, it's tongue stayed with me. Double yuck. Feelings of disgust and intimacy at the same time come to mind. In some ways that's a conflict for me when I'm being sexual irl. I don't like tongues. (Sorry ladies).
Don't know why.
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