Dream 39

I do not recall the start of my dream, but I had a false awakening. I found myself lying in bed and could hear Irish women outside the door of the bedroom, saying: "They have all the pots and pans in this room..." They sounded angry. I asked myself if I was still asleep and dreaming, and decided it was likely, but then'saw' the plates from last night's snacks on the desk (which were there in real-life) and thought perhaps I was really awake after all. I did not become fully lucid - or I would have had to have concluded I was still asleep. Shortly after my false awakening of sorts, PS's phone rang. He answered and it was CJS. She said that she was at the shops and asked if there was anything we wanted her to collect for us. At this time, the light was on in the bedroom and I was sitting at my desk and PS was seated at his. I said I wanted orange juice and PS said he wanted chocolate (this is typically what we would ask for in real-life). It seemed as if CJS instantly appeared with the items and then left again. I looked to the side of my desk and saw a large box of Terry's Chocolate Orange segments. I said: "I wanted orange juice, not chocolate orange". PS had a large box of chocolates, but the box was empty. I passed him the Terry's Chocolate Orange box, but when we looked inside there were only two sweets left.

The dream transitioned and PS and I were in a well-lit lounge in the evening. The night before this dream (real-life) we had visited our friend DJA at his mum's house in Northampton. The lounge in the dream was similar to that at DJA's, as the door; television (similarly used for playing console games in the dream); windows; and some of the chairs were positioned in the same locations. However the room appeared to be more square and there was a beanbag in front of the television. The room was occupied by a group of males - I am not sure of their actual identities, but they appeared to be our friends. PS and I were standing, watching them play computer games. Then, into the room walked another male. He was tall, with messy blonde hair and appeared to be a cross between Kurt Cobain and Owen Wilson (a day or so before this dream, PS and I had discussed these two celebrities, also referencing Courtney Love, late wife of Cobain who had randomly accused UK comedian Steve Coogan of causing the suicide attempt of Own Wilson - a person PS and I both dislike. We had also been listening to Nirvana songs the day before this dream). The male, whom I will refer to as KO, was wearing a navy blue T-shirt and baggy beige shorts with a metal studded belt. His shorts were low and his white boxer shorts were fully visible. He had a backpack with him as well, on one shoulder. He sat down (with his back to us) on the beanbag and proceeded to play the computer game with the others. He turned round and smiled at us. I got the impression he was a joker and supposedly the life and soul of the party. I said to PS: "Should we make him be our slave?" PS agreed that we should.

KO was then stood in front of us. He was wearing a beige suit. PS and I had renamed him 'Donald McRonald' (in real-life we jokingly refer to our friend DJA as 'Steve McDonald' from Coronation Street as he bears a slight resemblance). He was tasked with doing whatever pranks we felt like making him do. We were suddenly at a party. There was a young female with short brown hair, wearing a purple velvet dress (it looked very 1990s style). She had small silver dangly earrings - like miniature baubles. PS and I told Donald McRonald that he should pretend he thought her earrings were her breasts and to touch them and tell her he thought she had "nice tits". PS and I thought this was so funny, we were crying tears of laughter. When he actually did what we told him, and approached the woman telling her that her earrings were "nice tits", we fell on the floor, laughing even harder. We were so shocked at the level of power we now had over him. It felt like the funniest thing that had ever happened. We then told Ronald McDonald to block the toilets of the party, this again making us laugh. We told him to go onto the roof and jump off. I am not sure what happened next, as I was walking down a staircase in an old mansion - I thought I was heading for the 'scullery'. Instead I came out in the Two Lifeboats Hotel - the seafront pub/hotel managed by my mum, where I also used to work around college and university. I used to love those days. I was walking through the restaurant, into the sea-facing bar. My mum's friend, and owner of the business, DW was there, folding sheets. I told her I was there to help. It seemed there was to be a big celebration - some form of party or perhaps the town carnival events. The bar was filling up with people as the sun was setting outside. I was surrounded by my friends and family. I felt very happy. 

Terry's Chocolate Orange - individual segments in box

Kurt Cobain/Owen Wilson hybrid - Donald McRonald

The Two Lifeboats Hotel, Sheringham, North Norfolk

Dream 38

Dream date: 14th April 2012

There was a start to this dream which I do not recall, as I woke up temporarily and then fell back asleep after a couple of minutes. When I 'dreamed' again, I thought I had gone back into my original dream, but I cannot say this is actually true as I remember nothing from before I awoke. The first part of the dream I actually recall took place on a beach. It wasn't the beach at Sheringham, as there were grassy hills leading down to the shore, and soft sand dunes (not flat, wet sand). There were many of my friends present - all male. I cannot say who was there for sure, but I know the group I was with represented male friends known to me in real-life. It may be that I never specifically saw who was present. EC was also with me. I remember thinking that if any photographs were taken, they would be of EC rather than myself as she has much larger breasts than me. I then realised that EC and I were going to be doing some modelling, which made the thoughts of photographs make sense. Some of the males had lit a bonfire/campfire on the sand. It was dusk - or at least the sun appeared to be either rising or setting and the light was dim, but pleasant. I then saw myself and EC from a third person perspective. EC was wearing a bright orange and red coloured sarong draped over her. I was wearing a black vest and leggings with a loose swathe of fabric draped over the front of my body. EC and I were running down the sand dunes. I tried to get a good look at myself - in particular, my boobs - which were partially hidden by the fabric. As I turned to the side, I managed to see my boobs and felt satisfied that they looked big enough from side view at a distance. I was, however, shocked at how large my hips, thigh and butt looked from the back and wondered why I appeared to be fatter than normal. Looking at EC from behind, I noticed that she looked larger than normal also. At this point in the dream, it was if I existed simultaneously as a first person (thinker) and as a third person who I could view from afar. The night before this dream, in real-life, PS and I had watched an online documentary about parallel universes and multiverse theory - i.e. that different versions of you can exist simultaneously. 

I cannot recall what happened next, but I eventually found myself on a lawn or field, which I perceived to be part of my high school, although there was now an L-shaped wall (a recurrent theme recently - but also the wall creating a 'square' of garden in a high school field setting was reminscent of a description of the 'Headmaster's garden' I had just re-read in Zoe Heller's Notes on a Scandal (2003) - although I was pretty sure the rest of the location appeared as my real-life high school had at the time of my attendance, which I had recently been reminded of in old photographs posted by a former teacher on Facebook). I was laying on my front on the grass. A few feet ahead of me, seated on the grass, was PS and two other persons, in conversation. I felt someone massaging my lower back, directly on my skin as if they had lifted my top. It felt so nice and relaxing. I looked up and saw PS and the other two persons (both male, I now saw) watching me. I rolled over and sat up to see who was touching my back. I saw it was the character (or the actor, I'm not sure if I perceived the person to be themselves or their soap character) of 'Ben Mitchell' from Eastenders. He was wearing the blue hoody which was featured in a recent murder storyline, pulled up over his head. I saw his face close up, as if I were only inches from him. I woke up.

Fire on beach at dusk/dawn

Matthew Silver aka 'Ben Mitchell' in Eastenders

Dream 37

Dream date: 13th April 2012 

I was in a very old fashioned, dark room with various members of my family. We were seated on sofas of some sort, positioned to face one another and separated by a low table. I am unable to recall exactly who was there, but my mum, SM; my nan, PC and one of my aunts, CEJ were present, as was one of my mum's former colleagues and friend, an older woman, CC. The lights in the room were very dim. I wasn't sure where we were actually sitting, but I stood up and addressed the group. I said something (which I cannot recall) and I was told by one of my relatives that I shouldn't speak so crudely or use such vulgar words. I then went to leave the room, telling my family that I would return to them (it seemed as if we were gathered for a purpose, I'm not sure what) as soon as I had cleaned myself by way of a "French Shower" (where you only clean the areas of the body where likely to sweat, or mask body odour with perfume instead of bathing properly - in my house the phrase was used as a joke, meaning to wash quickly using a basin of water, when in a rush). My mum told me that I shouldn't use such a phrase as it was too rude to say in public. I contested this, stating that it was a phrase she had taught me in the first place. I left.

I was then in a takeaway food shop. There was an 'L' shaped counter, but very limited space between the counter and the door. Behind the counter was a very short, young Oriental woman. I would guess she was Chinese/Vietnamese when I first saw her, but later she looked more Thai. To my left, I noticed my ex-boyfriend, MT - who is Chinese/Burmese. In real-life, the day before this dream took place, PS and I had wondered where MT had disappeared to, as he was not on social networking sites and his phone numbers were no longer in use. When I saw MT in the dream I recalled the real-life conversation PS and I had. I said words to the effect of: "I've found you!" The atmosphere between us was pleasant, as in real-life and he appeared pleased to see me also, although I cannot recall a conversation. I was looking at the girl behind the counter (unknown to me in real-life). Her hair was messy and tied back in a low ponytail. She was wearing a white T-shirt and an apron, but I could only really see her head and shoulders over the counter. She was shouting something and throwing polystyrene containers of takeaway food out to the many other customers (who could never have possibly fit in the space available between the door and the counter). The takeaway was really busy. I shouted something at the girl, but I do not recall what I said. She seemed angry.

I went outside and stood by the door of the takeaway. MT was beside me. I was now eating something (it was meat in bread, but not kebab) from a white takeaway tray. I saw the girl nearby. I pointed at her and saw a cartoon bomb explosion. As the stylised red, orange and yellow sparks of cartoon fire subsided, I saw her lying on the pavement. My attention was distracted and when I looked back at the girl again, she was on her feet once more. I heard someone say: " You need to use a bigger fireball". I pointed at her a second time and now saw two cartoon bomb explosions go off on her body. Again she was on the floor, but the cartoon fire lasted longer, and appeared to be in two separate 'bonfires' - one burning on her chest, the other on the tops of her thighs. Something happened - I cannot recall what this was, but I suddenly noticed that the girl had got up again and was running towards me, holding a long fork in each hand. I feared my safety and was aware that she was going to stab me in the temples with the forks. As she approached, I grabbed the forks from her and turned them onto her, stabbing her in the face. She fell to the floor and I was satisfied that she would not get up again. During this section of the dream, there were definitely bystanders- members of the public - standing around watching the action, but I lost track of where MT was.

I was then in the living room at PC's home in Sheringham. It appeared largely as it does in real-life, except instead of an armchair pushed back against a cupboard door, next to the doorway from the wall, there was a larger sofa and the room appeared larger to accommodate this. My family members were present in the room. On the mantelpiece were some photographs of me as a baby (there are some in real-life). There were two which caught my attention in particular. They depicted me as a baby laying on a rug, with my mum and dad behind me smiling (there are no pictures like this in existence - my mum left my dad before I was born and following the divorce he wasn't present in my life, except one or two occasions when we spent a few hours together. He died a few years ago and I saw him on his 'deathbed', so to speak - an incident which I had referred to in a real-life conversation a couple of days before this dream). I noticed that in my baby photographs, my lips appeared to be unnaturally swollen and a bright pink colour. I took a closer look. I wanted to pick up the photos, but I saw that they were perched precariously on the mantelpiece, one above the other, by way of a delicate hook system (i.e. not in normal sturdy photo frames). It looked (on very close inspection - I was leaning close to see how the photos were being displayed and if I could take them down) as if there was string attached to the back of the photos, and a white-painted metal hook attacked to a thin 'stand' held them in place. I didn't want to drop the photos or break the hook which were keeping them upright on the mantelpiece shelf. I asked PC to get them down for me, which she did. Once the photos were in my hands, I looked closer and was amazed at how fat and pink my lips were. I woke up.

Dream 36

Dream date: 12th April 2012

In previous dreams, I have referred to a 'dream town' which appears recurrently in my dreams - a familiar place which evokes sensations of having enjoyed visits there before, but which I cannot recall as an actual real-life place that I have visited in my waking-life. In this particular dream, which was extremely vivid, I had the sensation that I was in this place and questioned why there were places in the dream which appeared to belong to other real-life locations, such as my former home in York (where I lived as an undergraduate student during 2001 - 2003) and the centre of Sheringham High Street (outside the old post office which is now a sorting office and collection point only). I was able to recognise that real-life places had been transposed onto my 'dream town' but even in my dream I found this odd. 

I was standing in the middle of the lounge/kitchen area in my former student house at 44 Hull Road, York. The decor was exactly as I remember it, with the dining table pushed against the left-hand wall adjacent to the door and parallel to the kitchen area, with the burnt orange/reddish coloured three-seater sofa along the wall where the door is positioned. On the dining table were stacks of paperwork and stationary. I'm not sure who was in the room with me specifically, but I was aware there were some members of my family present, standing in the space in the middle of the room. I felt relieved as if I had completed a work assignment or met a deadline - certainly linked to the piles of paper on the table. I was in the mood to celebrate and the atmosphere in the room was anticipatory - as if we were preparing for a party of some sort. 

I am not sure what happened next, but I was soon in a town centre - it did not appear to be Sheringham, as everything appeared to be bigger and less rural - although I was indeed standing outside the former post office/current sorting office. The light was strange - it was sunny but also reminiscent of dusk and there was a sense that a large party or carnival was to take place shortly. There werecrowds people in the streets drinking and having fun. I saw myself in the third person. I looked pretty much the same as I do in real-life, but my hair was slightly lighter in colour (dark brown instead of jet black) and my skin looked very white. I was wearing a black vest top and short black mini skirt. I had glittery black eye make-up which was smudged under my eyes and was holding a  clear plastic cup of fizzy red liquid with straws and cocktail umbrellas in it. There were two other females (both holding the same drinks) standing next to me, but I do not recognise them from real-life. in the dream I knew we were close friends. We were acting rowdy - shouting, possibly because we were drunk. The perspective then switched to first person again, although I was still at the same location, holding my drink and accompanied by the two unknown female friends. Now, instead of being a flat-exterior with a doorway on the front, the sorting office had a new wall coming out in an L-shape. The door to the building was 'behind' this new wall and my friends and I were crowded round the door. I then saw the character of Masood Ahmed (from Eastenders, played by Nitin Ganatra), dressed in his Royal Mail uniform. He was moving towards the sorting office door. I started shouting his name, as did the two female friends. We were desperate to get him to join us, but he seemed unwilling. I was shouting "Masood!" excitedly and trying to grab his arm. Our drinks were spilling everywhere. The door of the sorting office opened by a second male (unknown in real-life, not an Eastenders character) as soon as Masood knocked on it. As he tried to enter the building, I grabbed his arm, but he shook me off and went inside.

I was then in a dark (dimly lit) room which was filled with a double bed (with cream coloured duvet/pillows) and a small wooden bedside cabinet which was next the the bed on the right-hand side (as I looked on) and against the wall on the other side. There was a small lamp on the table, with a cream lampshade. I then saw myself in the third person again. I was wearing the same black vest and make-up as before (I noticed at this point, that my hair was tied back in a messy ponytail with frizzy strands falling around my face - same as it would look in real-life, except the lighter brown colour). Now the skirt was gone and I was wearing black knickers. Behind me was random bedroom furniture, nothing really recalled in much detail - the room was unfamiliar to me and I wasn't sure I ended up there as I did not 'travel'. I had the impression that it was the same day as the 'Masood' incident, just later in the evening.  The dream then switched back to first person perspective and sitting on the edge of right side of the bed - next to the bedside cabinet - was my close friend DJG. He was only wearing a pair of boxer shorts - I think they were cream in colour. His legs were open, with one on the bed and the left one wedged between the side of the bed and the cabinet next to it (although it seemed impossible that his leg should be able to fit in such a narrow gap). I got onto the bed and tried to straddle DJG. He was trying to push me off him and I was acting forcefully, attempting to sit on his lap. I was looking directly at his crotch area and knew that he was trying to reject me and did not find me attractive. I do not remember any words that were said between us. This was a highly sexualised situation and one which has never happened in real-life. I felt confused at the time of the dream as if I was aware my actions were out of line. I woke up. 

Sheringham in North Norfolk - the twon centre (above) & the former Royal Mail post office, now a sorting office (below). In my dream, the benches, planters and  payphones were not present and there appeared to be more pavement space

Nitin Ganatra aka Masood Ahmed in Eastenders

Dream 35

Dream date: 6th April 2012

I was sitting in bed in my home in London. Everything appeared as it normally would in real-life. Beside me was a white female with brown hair and heavy make-up - in particular bright blue eyeshadow. I instantly recognised her as the human embodiment of the strip club dancer 'Tanqueray' from the episode of American Dad named 'G-String Circus' (2009) which I had watched the night of this dream. In my dream, the Tanqueray character began removing her eyeshadow with a facial cleansing wipe. I asked her why she was doing so. She told me that PS was coming and he wanted to lick her face, especially her eyelids, but he didn't like the taste of make-up. I was panicked. I went to the wardrobe in the bedroom and opened the doors - a huge stack of pornographic magazines fell out on top of me. I looked at the dates on the covers of the magazines and they were all 11th March 2012 - i.e. from the same day and very recent. I was angry at PS for having an affair with Tanqueray and for the porn collection I had discovered. I woke up.

 'Tanqueray' from American Dad - with the blue eyeshadow seen in the dream

Dream 34

Dream date: 4th April 2012

I was flying over a landscape (about 5 - 6 feet from the ground) which appeared to be made up of blue cubes, placed in a grid format. These cubes, which were mid-blue in tone, covered the entire ground and stretched up, like walls enclosing me. I could not see what was at the top. I was gliding, not travelling at any great speed. I had a feeling that I was in a hospital, although I could see no signs of other people (such as medics or patients) nor any medical equipment to validate this notion. I then saw an image of some glossy red lips - obviously belonging to a female. However they were dislocated from any other facial features and just popped up in my field of vision before vanishing once again. I wanted to stop flying through the 'hospital' and suddenly heard a voice on a tannoy system say: "If you realise you are in a dream you will be able to control it". I thought to myself: 'if only I could make myself realise I'm in a dream...' but I was unable to become lucid. 

I then saw that I was at home in London, although it did look quite different from real-life. There was more open space and the layout of the furniture appeared to be altered. I knew that I was no longer welcome there. I saw PS - there was a close-up of the side of his face, as if I were standing very close to him and only focusing on his profile. I begged him to allow me to stay in London. He refused, but would not turn to look at me. At this point, I got a sense that the room was opening up, creating more space around us. I turned to look at what was behind me. There were formica banqueting tables stretching out either side of PS and I, with further, identical rows arranged in front and behind, much like a cafeteria. Various persons were sitting at the tables, with plates of food before them. I saw my friend SD and a female companion, to my right (this female appeared to be a girl he had told me he liked in real-life, although he does not actually know her well - she works in a bar we visit and during a short conversation with her, we had discovered that she is French-Italian and a Nabovov fan, like myself). I felt happy that they were together. There were empty plates in front of them at the table. As I approached the female stood up, as if leaving. She said to me: "the way to get me is to buy me a salad" then walked away. I spoke to SD, but I cannot recall the content of our exchange. Soon, SD left. 

I worried about collecting my belongings from my home in London - indicating that a change of scene had taken place and the room we were in was no longer my home, but an unfamiliar location. I thought that by the time I got home, my belongings would be destroyed by PS. I was then at home, with many laundry bags full of my clothing (this is how a lot of my clothing is stored in real-life due to space limitations) - far too many for me to be able to physically carry, although in the dream I could hold them all at once. I began walking and the scene transitioned to my grandmother PC's house. She was not there, but there was an (unidentified) person working in her kitchen (which is set off the lounge area). Instead of a sofa in the middle of the lounge, there was a long counter (which would never fit in real-life). I emptied my laundry bags onto the counter and realised that many of my clothes were missing, despite there being several hundreds of garments. I was annoyed at the fact that all of my fancy party clothes and sexy dresses were absent, leaving me with the more practical or sporty items from my wardrobe, such as vest tops and tracksuit bottoms. I was agitated and wondered if I would be able to dress nicely again, given the lost items of clothing. 

I was then leaning on the counter. I noticed that it was white marble. I wondered if I had missed PC's birthday (this was a concern in real-life - the day of this dream I had suddenly realised that I may have missed her 71st birthday and was anxious about this when falling asleep). I used my mobile phone to call my mum, SM. I couldn't get through to her at first as the line was busy. I felt panicked. I remembered (rightly) that PC's  (monthly) birthstone was a diamond. I then thought: 'if I google 'diamond' maybe the internet will tell me what date PC's birthday is...' but soon realised that this was impossible and implausible. I wondered if her birthday was 8th April, but decided it couldn't be, as my cousin's birthday falls on 8th March, and PC's birthday is  a little less than an exact month apart. I was pondering what I should do to find out the correct date for PC's birthday (whilst experiencing strong feelings of guilt, as in real-life, when I had first realised my error) when my phone rang. The phone had been laying on the counter. The screen flashed blue, although it does not do this in real-life - it is a normal backlie Nokia, a very cheap model. It was my mum calling. She told me in no uncertain terms that PC's birthday was 17th March. I told her I thought she was mistaken, but she insisted and told me she should know as it was her mother. After I ended the phone call, I questioned this again, in my own mind. I was still standing, leaning on the counter, and was deep in thought. I knew in the dream that the date given by my mum was incorrect as 17th March falls within the zodiac sign of Pisces (I knew PC is an Aries) and the birthstone for March is bloodstone/aquamarine, and not diamond (I was adamant I was right about her birthday being in April and the correct birthstone being diamond and indeed, when I actually texted my mum the next day (in real-life), she informed me that PC's birthday had indeed been 3rd April 2012 - the day before the dream took place! She also told me to stop worrying as PC would not be upset at me for forgetting, as she knew I had a new job on top of my studies. I have since apologised to PC and sent her some cash as a gift to make up for my poor organisation. However, the knowledge I possessed in the dream and the wrong birthdate given by my (dream) mum would have provided excellent lucid dream triggers!)

I was then sat at the dining table in PC's house (which always makes me think of the colour orange and baked beans, due to my synesthesia). The white marble counter was no longer present in the room. I felt annoyed at myself that I had missed my grandmother's birthday as I am very close to her, having been brought up in the same house and being her eldest grandchild. I also felt angered that I had been forced to leave my home in London and lost my favourite clothes. I went upstairs (where in real-life many more of my clothes - I have thousands of items - are stored in my aunt VF's former bedroom and my own bedroom in that property, which my mum and I shared during my childhood). I put the clothes retrieved from London with the rest of my stored clothes and felt happy that the majority of what I owned was in one place, together. I woke up.

Update

Hi Readers --- apologies for the lack of updates! 

As I have been super busy over the past few weeks, I just haven't had the time to properly conduct my dream experimentation or record my results. To make the task of maintaining this Blog a little easier for the present time, I will be drastistically simplifying my method of recording and with any luck should be back Blogging regularly soon. Please stay tuned and thank you for your patience.

Tallulah La Ghash

Dream Interpretation 33

DREAM 33

Dream date: 15^th March 2012

NOTE: Due to a busy work schedule I have not been updating my Blog and therefore have a backlog of dreams to write up on here. Unfortunately I have also had many dreams which, due to poor techniques and a lack of practice over the past few weeks, were not recalled clearly enough to record. Dream experimentation is a continuing practice and I have learned that as quickly as skills of dream control and recall are learnt, they can just as easily be lost. From henceforth I will make more of a concerted effort to practice my once successful techniques and update my Blog regularly.

Lucid dreaming experiments/techniques 

• Mental/training – MILD technique before bed – simple practice of meditating on my phrase ‘ACR’ (‘dream intentions’ of Awareness, Control and Recall) for several minutes before drifting off to sleep
• LDS – Flaxseed Oil enriched with Omega 3, 6 & 9 (4000 mg); Multivitamins A – Z with evening meal; Sea Kelp (90 mg); CoEnzyme Q-10 (150 mg); Fenugreek (3000 g); Gingko Biloba (120 mg); and Vitamin B Complex with additional Vitamin B6 (10 mg); Hydrolysed Collagen (6000 mg); Iron (28 mg)
• No use of binaural beats

Potential triggers/’day residue’   

• I received a text from TB in the days leading up to the dream
• I had used Facebook on the day of the dream, although not the chat facility
• I study crime
• I had mentioned to a friend (in the week prior to this dream) that I found it really difficult to find jeans that fit properly due to my size 8 (26 inch) waist and size 14 (42 inch) hips. She mentioned she had bought some cheap jeans which made her butt look bigger than usual
• A second friend asked if I had heard the news about the former Eastenders actress who had recently been killed (and apparently ‘beheaded’ or ‘disembodied’ – my friend wasn’t sure of the details, nor her name – by her brother). I had heard vaguely of the story, but also had no knowledge of the specific details, but the idea of murder and disembodiment of a family member made me think of Fred West, in particular the murders of Catherine Bernadette ‘Rena’ West (1944 – 1971); Charmaine West (1963 – 1971); and Heather Ann West (1970 – 1987). I then wondered if it would have been possible to write a legal thesis on the West case and felt I had missed an opportunity, bearing in mind my long-held interest in their life stories/case

Main dream environment(s) 

• (Scene 1):

An internal scene – I did not recognise the house as any I have seen in real-life. I was in a room which had a door leading to the back garden of the property.

• (Scene 2):

I was in the back garden of the property. I saw that I was now in my grandmother PC’s garden (although the interior had not been her house). I could see the hedge separating her garden from that of her neighbours to the rear and right side. Instead of her rear neighbour, there was now a path, lined with trees, leading into a woods (there really is woodland in real-life, but it is not directly to the rear of PC’s house, rather to the back and then some distance left - if you followed the route taken in the dream, although with many other houses on route. You certainly wouldn’t try to cut through the gardens to reach forest in any event, as there is woodland less than 20 feet from the front entrance to the house – with a tree lined path). In the middle distance was another house, with the lights on. As this house was set in a forest clearing, it seemed pretty dark and I could not see much more than the lights behind the windows.

• (Scene 3):

I was in my bedroom in London – looking at the PC on the desk I use. It was exactly as it appears in real-life, even down to the minute detail of the same books and stationary left on the desk the night prior to this dream.

Characters
(Present in all scenes):

• Myself (I only saw the reflection of my butt in the mirror, but I think I was as I appear in real-life)

 (Scene 1):

• The now-dead serial killer, Fred West (1941 – 1995)

 (Scene 3):

• TB – by Facebook chat

Dream narrative

• (Scene 1):

I was standing with my back to a full-length princess mirror, looking at my butt. I was wearing tight-fitting black jeans. I went to exit the property via the back door. I felt a hand slap my butt. I turned to see that it was Fred West. I saw his face close up. I said: “I thought you were dead”. He said: “You look very pretty...” His face was leering and I knew I had to get away or I would become his victim. He tried to grab my arm, but I shook him off and ran out of the door, into the night.

•  (Scene 2):

I was in PC’s garden. I looked over the hedge at the back of the garden (which is situated behind a lilac bush, which was not obscuring my view in the dream as it would in real-life). As soon as I could see over the hedge, I was over the other side and I could see the tree-lined path leading into forest. There was a house at the bottom of the path, in a forest clearing. I thought it would be a safe haven. I became aware that it was a house for women only, which inspired confidence in me. As I got near to the house (or at least within close range) I suddenly felt uneasy and realised that if I entered the house I would become imprisoned and Fred West would eventually capture me. I thought I woke up.

• (Scene 3):

The next part of my dream was so vivid, I thought I had woken up and was now in a real-life situation. I recalled that I had ‘dreamed’ of Fred West and made my way to the computer. This false awakening could so easily have triggered lucidity in me had I had a suitable trigger or noticed something to remind me that I was in fact still asleep and dreaming. However, as this part of the dream was so close to a real waking situation, I did not question it and missed a chance at a lucid dream. As I approached the computer, I moved the pile of clothes from the chair so that I could sit down (I do this every morning). I saw that I was logged onto Facebook already and the chat window was open (this would have been the lucidity trigger – I never leave Facebook logged on and rarely sign into the chat facility. Before I had gone to bed I had turned the computer off). The chat window showed a conversation with TB. It said: “are you here?” I asked him where ‘here’ was supposed to be. He replied: “I thought you were here now, you told me you were here”. I checked my phone to see if I could find out what he meant, but there was no text from TB. I woke up.

Fred & Rose West

Facebook page

Facebook chat window open

Interpretation/analysis
I will interpret some of the dream symbolism at a later stage, but you will find some of the symbolism analysed elsewhere.

Dream Interpretation 32

DREAM 32

Dream date: 27^th February 2012

NOTE: Due to a busy work schedule I have not been updating my Blog and therefore have a backlog of dreams to write up on here. Unfortunately I have also had many dreams which, due to poor techniques and a lack of practice over the past few weeks, were not recalled clearly enough to record. Dream experimentation is a continuing practice and I have learned that as quickly as skills of dream control and recall are learnt, they can just as easily be lost. From henceforth I will make more of a concerted effort to practice my once successful techniques and update my Blog regularly.

Lucid dreaming experiments/techniques 

• Mental/training – MILD technique before bed – simple practice of meditating on my phrase ‘ACR’ (‘dream intentions’ of Awareness, Control and Recall) for several minutes before drifting off to sleep
• LDS – Flaxseed Oil enriched with Omega 3, 6 & 9 (4000 mg); Multivitamins A – Z with evening meal; Sea Kelp (90 mg); CoEnzyme Q-10 (150 mg); Fenugreek (3000 g); Gingko Biloba (120 mg); and Vitamin B Complex with additional Vitamin B6 (10 mg); Hydrolysed Collagen (6000 mg); Iron (28 mg)
• No use of binaural beats

Potential triggers/’day residue’   

• I read an article in an online newspaper and later, a magazine about the singer Shakira getting attacked by a sea lion on 14^th February 2012
• I do not recall any other relevant triggers and none were recorded in my notes upon waking

Main dream environment(s) 

• (Scene 1):

I was in a huge, well-lit room. Instead of internal walls, there were stacked crates and partitions separating off different sections of the room. I was in a sectioned off area where there was a huge bed. I later realised that we were in fact in a film/television studio. There were huge glass windows with many people working behind them and bustling around

• (Scene 2):

I was looking at an ambiguous material which seemed to make up the surface of a massive wall, which filled my entire field of vision – it was brown and textured – perhaps like carved wood. It was all I could see in front of me, but I did not turn around to see what was behind/to my sides. At some stage the perspective of the ‘wall’ shifted and it became tilted down towards me at an incline, but still spread out as far as I could see. Small pale pink square icons/boxes were floating down the wall and I was ‘checking them off’ with a pen – i.e. marking them as they floated past my line of vision. It is difficult for me to describe this element of the dream as I was not fully aware of what was happening myself

Characters
(Present in all scenes):

• Myself (I did not see myself at first, but I think I was as I appear in real-life)

 (Scene 1):

• A male, I really do not know who this was as I never felt like I properly ‘saw’ him although his presence (thankfully) felt familiar
• A strange deformed, half-human, half-goblin creature – approximately 3 feet in height with a blonde tousled wig
• Busy workers and businessmen on the ‘film set’

Dream narrative

• (Scene 1):

I was laying in the bed with the male and we were having sexual intercourse. It seemed perfunctory and not particularly passionate - in the spoon position. I realised that the act was perhaps being filmed by an unseen third party and the (unseen) male acquaintence and I stopped what we were doing and got up from the bed.  We walked round the partitions which enclosed the bed area and turned a corner. On top of a stack of boxes with a spotlight pointing at it, was a small goblin creature. It was very ugly, greenish-grey in colour with warts on it’s face and hands. It was wearing torn sackcloth and on it’s head was a long blonde wig which resembled Shakira’s hairstyle. It was head-banging (in the style of old school heavy metallers). I communicated to my male acquaintance that this was a media-created version of Shakira, but I felt that it was wrong of the film studios to try to turn a goblin into the singer and market it as if was really her to the public

• (Scene 2):

I was looking at the carved wooden wall, which then slanted towards me as if it were a drawing-board. I saw the pink squares floating towards me and I was marking each one with a pen. I could feel the presence of the male over my shoulder, but I did not turn round to look at him or anything else surrounding me.

Film Studio

Goblin/troll creature

Shakira

Approximate representation of Goblin/Shakira Hybrid

Carved wooden wall

Pale pink box marked with a tick

Interpretation/analysis I will interpret some of the dream symbolism at a later stage, but you will find some of the symbolism analysed elsewhere.

Dream Interpretation 31

DREAM 31

Dream date: 22nd February 2012

NOTE: Due to a busy work schedule I have not been updating my Blog and therefore have a backlog of dreams to write up on here. Unfortunately I have also had many dreams which, due to poor techniques and a lack of practice over the past few weeks, were not recalled clearly enough to record. Dream experimentation is a continuing practice and I have learned that as quickly as skills of dream control and recall are learnt, they can just as easily be lost. From henceforth I will make more of a concerted effort to practice my once successful techniques and  update my Blog regularly.

Lucid dreaming experiments/techniques 

• Mental/training – MILD technique before bed – simple practice of meditating on my phrase ‘ACR’ (‘dream intentions’ of Awareness, Control and Recall) for several minutes before drifting off to sleep
• LDS – Flaxseed Oil enriched with Omega 3, 6 & 9 (4000 mg); Multivitamins A – Z with evening meal; Sea Kelp (90 mg); CoEnzyme Q-10 (150 mg); Fenugreek (3000 g); Gingko Biloba (120 mg); and Vitamin B Complex with additional Vitamin B6 (10 mg); Hydrolysed Collagen (6000 mg); Iron (28 mg)
• No use of binaural beats

Potential triggers/’day residue’   

• I watched the film Napoleon Dynamite (2004) as I was falling asleep
• I have experienced a gang coming to my home with weapons, threatening violence in January of this year

Main dream environment(s) 

• (Scene 1):

I was at home (my home in London) but it did not appear as it does in real-life. Instead there was no definite form or decoration to the room which I could recognise. I was standing by a window, leaning on the arm of a sofa, which was brown. I just instinctually knew where I was without recognising any real-life qualities of the room itself, which in the dream appeared to be empty but for the arm of the sofa and the window. The room was brightly lit with a yellow-toned light

• (Scene 2):

I was in an outside environment at night, illuminated by street lights. It wasn't the real-life exterior to my home in London, but that is how it felt in the dream. There were rows of two-storey houses, arranged in lines, with the lights on, seen through the windows, whereas in real-life I live on an estate with towerblocks. I was on a strip of concrete which could have been either a road or a pavement - it seemed fairly wide. There was a bench on the side of the concrete strip and some trees/bushes

  

Characters
(Present in all scenes):

• Myself (I did not see myself at first, but I think I was as I appear in real-life - when I did view myself in the third person I did not notice any difference to my mirror image)

 (Scene 1):

• PS
• Some males (some white males, others wearing balaclavas) outside, seen from the window

 (Scene 2):

• One white male with blonde hair and a blue hooded top - in his late teens or early 20s (unknown to me in real-life)
• Three further males, who I did not get a clear view of - they had their faces concealed, but I could not make out any other distinguishing features
• A very masculine female with blonde hair, wearing a lycra leotard. She had huge muscles and resembled the character of 'Starla' (Carmen Brady) from Napoleon Dynamite

Dream narrative

• (Scene 1):

PS and I were standing at the window, inside the house. We could see a group of males, some white and in teens/20s and others with balaclavas disguising their appearance. I felt both concerned and trapped in the house and wondered what to do. The situation felt desperate.

• (Scene 2):

I was suddenly outside, in the street, illuminated by the glow of street lights. I felt terrified and confused as to why I had ventured outside. I was turning round quickly, trying to think how to best get to safety. I felt as though I was close to home, but also in the middle of a hostile situation. All of a sudden I was apprehended by the young blonde male, who grabbed my arm and started to steer me towards the bench, which was situated by some bushes. I knew something bad was going to happen. I looked at the houses lining the strip of concrete we were standing/walking on. The lights were on and I hoped someone would see my plight and come to rescue me. The male said something I could not remember upon waking. He didn't sound as hostile as the situation felt, however. I was surprised that he said whatever it was in a pleasant manner. He pushed me down on the bench. I thought I was going to be raped. However, the other three males jumped out suddenly. Everything happened very quickly and in seconds I became aware that the barrel of a gun had been put in my mouth. I saw myself in the third person, but did not see the faces/upper bodies of my attackers, only the hand of the male holding the gun and the arms of those males holding me down onto the bench. I started to kick out and my perspective switched back to 'first person'. I fought the males off me and freed myself from their grasp, getting up off the bench and beginning to run. The original blonde male caught me there was a tussle as we grabbed at each other before I punched him square in the face, knocking him to the floor. As I turned to run in another direction I saw the 'Starla' character running towards me swinging a huge medieval flail (mace) with spiked ball on the end. As she apprehended me and swung her mace at my head, I woke up.

Helmut Newton, Jo Champa, Chelsea Hotel, NYC (1988)

Carmen Brady - 'Starla' from Napoleon Dynamite (2004)

Medieval spiked mace

Interpretation/analysis
I will interpret some of the dream symbolism at a later stage, but you will find some of the symbolism analysed elsewhere.