Thread: Burned up dreams

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Do it right, you lot!

I was in charge of a large group of teenagers. For some reason I thought it would be a good idea to form a "community meeting" which anyone who has done counsellor training may recognise. It essentially means sitting in a circle and ... well ... coping with no agenda. But this lot just kept on talking to each other. I got really annoyed that they weren't "doing it right" and weren't keeping to the rules.

Definitely some prev day processing here as I was thinking about counsellor training and some research I'm about to do. The teens sound like my own adolescent ignorance in its many forms which presumably still exists today. My observing self (that I have in my waking life) is the angry self in the dream. It is angry because it can't control. And basically that's how I feel so often - all these thoughts from the past flashing through me with no quiet time to settle and come to mutual understanding. Psychoanalytic theory is based on this - that our psyche is in lots of bits all of which are in conflict with each other.

Keeping it clean

I was in the countryside. First walking, then in the car. I think my mother was there too. On one side was a field and on the other was thick bracken and brambles etc. There was no road but it was just possible to drive along the track, vaguely uphill. Some muddy paths had been made through the bracken. I said something about homosexuality at the time, which I phrased as "this is where ... it ... happened", meaning casual or even abusive gay sex in the cover of the bracken. Then I added "not to me, though" as if in denial.

Again some pdp here as I saw John Peel's biog the previous night in which I remember reading about gay rape.

I'm traveling vaguely uphill so I assume I'm moving out of deep unconscious areas. One side of the path is open fields the other is a dark thicket. In the dark thicket is an area of unconscious which I find exciting (I like exploring places like this) but also dirty, evidenced by the muddy paths. The presence of my mother is a contrast to the goings on in the thicket - she represents what is "right" in life. (Or so she says!!!). My observing self wouldn't admit to having a part of me that's "dirty". But the fact that I've dreamed it suggests that I can go down that path if I so choose and perhaps in some way have done already. (Although I have no gay sex experiences, other things may have been repressed earlier in life which would have courted disapproval by mother).

Don't take the job

Went for a new job in Cumbernauld (a new town near where I live and where I once did some training). Interview was with a younger man and I did well. Something about making games I think. I recall waiting for the verdict outside the boss' room. Then I recall thinking "Why do I want this job? I have a good job already." I then drove along the road to see where I was, recognising some of the many roads that go through that town.

I often dream of new jobs. And new jobs always seem to be lower pay than that one I already have. I have a feeling that I have to take these jobs or that I've got carried away without thinking why I'm doing it. I'm not too sure what these dreams are about although they do suggest that my job is important to me and my relative success is down to my anxiety about ending up doing the jobs I dream about. On the other hand, I think these dreams work at a deeper level and that the concept of a job has unconscious meaning and that's the bit I haven't yet decoded.

Everything about the job is wrong. The town (I hate the place), the younger boss, the pay, the car journey. All wrong and conflicting with my values.

Celebrating with Mum

Was at parents' house. There were place settings everywhere - the kitchen, the lounge and two even half way up the stairs. (Oddly not in the dining room though). The cutlery was silver and the place mats blue. People were sitting in these high stools which I found hard to get on and off. I asked what the event was and she said "me". Her birthday, I presume [on 17 October]. I managed to get onto a stool and wobbled it into place as it were.

First some pdp - I'd just celebrated father-in-law's birthday and my wife and I sat separately at a table for two as there were too many of us for one table. Also this was 2 days before my mothers birthday.

More personal stuff: place mats have a special significance for me as I used to refuse to put them away as a kind of teenage rebellion against mother trying to tell me it was my job.

The blue and silver colour scheme must have some relevance but I don't know what. It looked striking and very inviting. The stools also. As a boy we did indeed have stools rather than chairs but they were nothing like these which were modern wine-bar types.

I have a feeling of many people (all me) coming together but I'm feeling awkward about it. The specific symbolism is beyond my comprehension.

Originally Posted by Burned up

A night of random stuff

I'm not even going to start to interpret this bag of nonsense. I have no emotions I can recall nor can I say any dream affected me today in the way a memorable dream does.

Oh you do have those too... Welcome to my world!

Originally Posted by Oneironaut_Jeff777

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Yea that's what I say. I wonder if we can hire him to do ours?

Originally Posted by Moonbeam

Oh you do have those too... Welcome to my world!

Thanks. It feels good here

Originally Posted by Moonbeam

Yea that's what I say. I wonder if we can hire him to do ours?

Thanks for the vote of confidence guys. 'tho it made me blush!

Harmony and living in bathrooms

I walked into a public bathroom and saw both men and women in there, chatting. They seemed to be people from a course I'm doing although I don't know why I thought that. I looked around for a cubicle but only found portable toilets - as used for camping etc - among what looked liked small partitioned living areas. One room was laid out as if for a nativity scene and I couldn't bring myself to use the toilet there. I wandered around but gave up after a while. Someone from the group of people was rallying the mob, some kind of complaint about changing the timetable. He asked what we all thought and I piped up sarcastically "well they shouldn't consult us about it". I walked out in search of another bathroom.

I wandered into the adjoining faculty, which was called "Harmony". It looked more modern - perhaps 1960s or 1970s rather than the clumpy stone and plaster structure I was coming out of. It was white with abstract designs around the place and a large entrance area. I saw a sign to the toilets so followed it. I went in the door and had the impression it was about to close. The time was 7.30 - there must have been a clock on the wall or something. A janitor chap was in a room on the left and I went through an open space on the right. This led to a room which looked like a living quarters of some sort. Most of one large cubicle off of it was occupied by a log structure, which I climbed onto more out of curiosity than anything. It was like one of those large sofa-like swings that people sometimes have in their gardens and it took up the whole room. There was not toilet and I woke up never having found one.

Echoes of a dream I posted a few days ago, where I was looking for a bathroom in a hospital which was also based around a large white entrance room and with a sign to the toilets.

The time on the clock jumped out at me. That number again. Does this go back to when I was age 7 and a half?

Looking for a toilet and only finding people and living space. This is becoming such a repeated theme the interpretation must surely be staring me in the face.

The "faculty of harmony" sounds a wonderful place to find myself! If you were to ask what Harmony means to me I'd probably say " a girl from the future" as it's the name of a character at a local visitor attraction. She brings a message of peace - that kind of thing.

I did move house at around that age (not sure exactly when) from a old to a new house. Not sure if that's relevant. Don't think I found Harmony though. Although they weren't bad days I suppose.

From the dreammoods dream dictionary:
Toilet
To see a toilet in your dream, symbolizes a release of emotions or getting rid of something in your life that is useless.

But therein lies the problem. I'm NOT seeing a toilet. I'm looking for one, though. To follow the theme, I'm looking for a release of emotions or I'm looking to get rid of something useless. And I'm 7 and a half years old and I'm finding just living space, people, log structures and ...uh .... a nativity scene. I don't know how good a timekeeper my unconscious is, but at exactly 7 and a half years old it would have been 3 December 1970. A nativity scene wouldn't look out of place. And there was a swing in the garden. And a log structure which my father made. But I could be barking up totally the wrong tree here.

The plot thickens...

Suitcase ride

I was on holiday with the family at a house in a village by the sea. I had a meeting to go to that GF had convened at his house nearby (not sure if he lived there or he was also on holiday). I went to get my suitcase (why?) from another house and I could see another person, HH, going to the meeting also. I was pushing the suitcase on its wheels down the road then I realised I could sit on it and let gravity do the rest. However I also realised that my downhill route was taking me to my holiday house, not to GF's.

Next I was in my holiday house. It was modern and J and J were there too. I needed the toilet so went to the bathroom which was large and had smoked glass everywhere including around it's 2 showers. As I was relieving myself - naked by now - someone walks in through the front door (which seemed to lead straight into the bathroom) behind me. I said the others were round the back, not wanting to turn around to reveal my front side.

I did not recognise the person at the end although I knew she was around my age and was a mother and we'd met her on holiday.

The suitcase presumably represents all I carry around with me neatly packed away. It is my practical tools etc. The meeting sounds like I'm bringing different parts of myself together. Except I don't go there - I'm diverted to my holiday house. I'm actually avoiding the coming together, prefering to be away from things.

Going downhill means deeper into my unconscious. That's where I find the holiday house. It's modern, representing new areas of my life. The bathroom has smoked glass everywhere - offering some kind of a barrier but not one of total secrecy. Indeed I'm interrupted and am reluctant to reveal myself to the stranger, who doesn't seem at all perturbed. But she isn't the sort of person I'd normally warm to and represents some kind of cold purposefulness to me.

Bargeloads of the stuff

Had to get a container - as found on a ship etc - onto a barge. It was at the bottom of a building next to a canal. A busy road bridged the canal just next to me. I saw a crane arching over the road and figured it could lift the container into the river where the barge should be and where the canal leads into. But the boat was further down the quay and that plan wouldn't work. Then I wondered if the container would float. I went down to the boat, along the quayside. I looked back and saw my young son on his scooter bringing the container with him.

Lots of water here. Unprocessed emotional stuff. The container was like the suitcase from my earlier dream. A package of my stuff. But where was it going? It was going to take "my stuff" away and my son was helping this to happen. Somehow the child and "my stuff" are linked. My child wants me to get rid of some stuff. Lots of it - bargeloads in fact.

Nothing

Not a sausage. Following 4 dreams the previous night I suppose I can't be too greedy. Well, I know I dreamed something but absolutely no recall on waking or during the day.

Mechanical irritations and the child

I was in what appeared to look like our first flat, asleep. My son shouted that he saw "an anti-tank mine" and was scared. I assumed he had been dreaming. We ran out of the flat, which by now was the ground floor of an old house. We stood in the dark outside and at the side of the porch. I said we'd go back in to his bedroom and make sure it was all right, together. At first sight his room was as I would have expected it to look. Then I saw moving on the floor what looked like a mechanical limb moving - like a leg made of orange Meccano. This then became a little trike thing and I saw another. Then two more flying. At that point was torn between grabbing the things and fearing for his safety. That was when I woke up, calling his name.

First, he presumably represents my inner child and his fear of nights. I never slept well as a child and still don't like noises I can't identify. The old house suggests old ways of being. Mechanical annoyances like these, which could be dangerous, are more difficult to associate. But it does sound like having internal processes out of control. The mood of the dream was fear, but the oppressive type of fear which leaves me thinking "leave me alone". I feel like that with the "noises in my head". Perhaps there's a link?

Trumpet with 4 valves and ski jumping

After a long sleep I recalled nothing although later in the day I recalled I dreamed of being in an orchestra playing the trumpet. There was a boy next to me with a smaller trumpet or cornet. The odd thing was that there were 4 keys not 3.

A later snooze revealed a mini-dream where I was attempting a ski-jump. Two successive ones in fact. The odd thing this time was that the snow didn't reach the bottom and I landed on tarmac.

Well I played the trumpet for a short while age around 12. The boy next to me was possibly this age or perhaps younger. But he seemed to know what he was doing (unlike me age 12). The 4 keys is interesting. The number 4 appears in my dreams and it's a number I associate with my family. 3 become 4 - i was the first child/third member and my sister the 4th and last. Not sure what the general message was, though.

The ski-ing probably illustrated my dropping back to sleep - going downhill. It was also dark I think. I negotiated a hard landing, which was good. Hopefully my waking life will be like that too.

Pink flying scorpion

Makes a change from a pig, I suppose. I hoped my long term recall would be better as I didn't write this down whan I woke up. Some of it stays in my mind, later in the day.

I was in a room and others were there too. There was a small creature that looked like a prawn but was apparently a scorpion. But it was prawn-coloured. It could also fly, which was fascinating to some but I didn't like it. I just wanted it to stop.

I can't think past the "noises in my head" that I've been dreaming about lately. The mechanical things for example. The scorpion gives it an extra "sting" just like the mechanical things from outer space. A degree of uncertainty as to whether it's an irritant or something potentially fatal. COme to think of it, that's the paranoia I feel in waking life. Out of the chaos, something or someone may attack.

Front line antics with a cameo appearence of a cherry tree

There was some kind of war on but the participants weren't particularly effective. I wanted to get across a bridge that was the front line and I had at least one friend with me. A soldier from my own side who I recognised as RF timidly told me to go back as he held his gun. People from the other side were distracting him and laughing at him and we just walked past.

The bridge led to an old tower, kind of a round squat one like a large beehive. I wanted to go somewhere far away to hide but my accomplice wanted to go in. We went in and up some stairs. The stairs seemed to lead to street level but at this stage it seemed important to hide. A man was there, naked, perhaps washing. Another friend was now with us called EA and she didn't seem too worried. We (now my wife and I) knew that two people, both women and one apparently called Fiona were looking for us. We saw them go past from inside the tower as they continued up the stairs past us then came in and sat on the sofa. We weren't worried.

Next thing, the room was ground floor and B and S, friends of ours were in the dream with the other DCs gone. They were talking about a cherry tree and putting some meat-based home-made substance on it to help it grow. They got the idea from a book.

The useless soldiers reminded me of the useless football team from a couple of weeks ago. Seems like my men DCs are still pretty useless - can't play football and can't guard a bridge. Much of the rest of the dream seemed to feature women who as individuals appeared stronger. My men wanted me not to cross the bridge - so what was I crossing from and to? It seemed quite nice the other side although it wasn't a place I recognised.

It was dark in the tower and quiet. But I wasn't rested as I felt I was being followed. The mysterious Fiona was after me. (wtf is Fiona?). My friend EA is one of those very efficient people so I seemed to be engaging with a very practical/pragmatic part of me. And probably a wise part as she knew I wasn't in as much danger as I thought I was. Is this just me being paranoid as usual?

Dunno about the cherry tree as this seemed to be a different dream sequence. The natural substance of the tree contrasted with the darkness, the stone and emptiness of the scene. Something symbolic about passion and growth and beauty in that tree and how I should be looking after it.

Originally Posted by Burned up

People from the other side were distracting him and laughing at him and we just walked past

Hehe..if only war actually worked that way.

I haven't had a "war" dream in a long time...but I do get those dreams, kind of similar in which there is a big to do about something you just cant figure out...hehe, no purpose really. I don't like the feeling of being followed so your dark tower scene, knowing someone was behind you have me the chills .

Talk about symbolic..that cherry tree sequence certainly is...kind of bittersweet..you can attribute alot of meanings to that.

Originally Posted by bro

Hehe..if only war actually worked that way.

I haven't had a "war" dream in a long time...but I do get those dreams, kind of similar in which there is a big to do about something you just cant figure out...hehe, no purpose really. I don't like the feeling of being followed so your dark tower scene, knowing someone was behind you have me the chills .

Talk about symbolic..that cherry tree sequence certainly is...kind of bittersweet..you can attribute alot of meanings to that.

Hi bro. Yes, the cherry tree was totally out of sorts. There's something romantic about it too, and fresh and many other adjectives. Yes, bitter and sweet. I like that.

Hot news from school

Chatting with schoolfriend PB, possibly at his house. He said that GR, who was at school with us but our paths didn't really cross, wasn't working in security any more. I kinda made out I knew this, but didn't. PB said that while GR was involved with protecting Princess Di she suggested they had sex together but he refused and left.

This is tough. PB wasn't a particularly close friend and GR I hardly knew at all. GR could have been a pro footballer IIRC but decided against it. I suppose he was someone I respected but who was quite different from me.
PB was someone I wanted to have as a friend and I probably tried hard to cultivate the friendship. I suppose I wouldn't want to appear uncool to him. My interest in what he had to say and my pretense in knowing already his gossip covered up my own fear of not knowing what I was "supposed" to know. If this was about sex in particular then I guess I was inexperienced at the time when the dream was set. But I wouldn't have admitted that.
Also why Di? When this dream was set she would have just appeared on the scene.
Still confused.

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Just noticed I'd submitted my 1000th post. This will be 1001. Good night.

Originally Posted by Burned up

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Just noticed I'd submitted my 1000th post. This will be 1001. Good night.

nice one mate! over 1000 posts

You know those thoughts you recorded are they similar to dreams at all? or are they just random thoughts?

I often find myself reliving actual or imaginary arguments when I do that

Originally Posted by mark

nice one mate! over 1000 posts

Thanks Mark. Feels like starting again now

Originally Posted by mark

You know those thoughts you recorded are they similar to dreams at all? or are they just random thoughts?

I often find myself reliving actual or imaginary arguments when I do that

There were dream-like episodes with them, perhaps lasting only seconds, where my mind wandered. As far as I'm concerned the parts I recorded weren't the result of conscious thoughts.

In today's programme we look at what happened when...

I'm staying with this woman (landlady rather than lover I think) who is also a presenter on Blue Peter (non-UK info - it's a long-running kids' show and very British). I find out she's going to be marrying my boss and I have to move out. Like they're both [can't read the last 2 words ].

Fragment-o-rama

- A shelf only a couple of inches high for keeping coloured sheets of paper.

- Meal around a rectangular table. I've got a cold and my sister is there and produces some vitamin C tablets. I was impressed at her intuition.

- New member of staff at a local cafe (with the same name as my sister's daughter (see above)). Older waitress introduces me. She's young, a little plump, with blonde curly hair. I ask if she's permanent but she says no only one day per week while she's studying.

- Blond boy (striking resemblance to the girl above) larking about and I was becoming irritated. He leans back and I push him over. He manages to turn his fall into a backward flip and lands safely. Three other random DCs think that's cool and do a backward flip too. I'm bored.

- Wosting down the otic. [well, that's what my writing looks like]


No thoughts on the first dream other than feeling pushed out.

The blond show-off guy is my shadow. I often get a (usually fat) boy attracting attention in my dreams and I always think he's an arse. Of course there's a part of my I don't like that is like that.

Originally Posted by Burned up

The blond show-off guy is my shadow. I often get a (usually fat) boy attracting attention in my dreams and I always think he's an arse. Of course there's a part of my I don't like that is like that.

ha ha ha I laughed at that dream and your interpretation. There are always people like that its so annoying ha ha

Originally Posted by Burned up

There were dream-like episodes with them, perhaps lasting only seconds, where my mind wandered. As far as I'm concerned the parts I recorded weren't the result of conscious thoughts.

I have those all the time too; sometimes I think that's the extent of my REM some nights, and I worry it's cuz I'm getting old and my real dreams will go away, to be replaced by crazy thought dreams all the time. I hope not.

Originally Posted by Moonbeam

I have those all the time too; sometimes I think that's the extent of my REM some nights, and I worry it's cuz I'm getting old and my real dreams will go away, to be replaced by crazy thought dreams all the time. I hope not.

I'd rather not think about that as an outcome. Since DJing my dreams have got more serious and frankly more boring. On the other hand they've become more meaningful (in the sense that I can find meaning in them). I guess we should be careful what we wish for.