Indeed a peculiar dream. The other night…

Indeed a peculiar dream. The other night i had to fight a chap, in some sort of gladiatorial situation, armed only with a spoon. I stabbed him in the thigh with the handle and i believe he died quite unpleasantly. Did i actually slay some dream denizen, who had some manner of real life unconnected to mine? Or was it some mental problem personified?
The trouble with dreams is, they have very little continuity so its very hard to see anything resembling a world that keeps going after we wake up. If we can control and manipulate our dreams then there is nothing actually solid and real in our dream. There is therefore no need for roads, or cars, or potholes. those are requirements of a material world, which the dream world is surely not. Unless you were having your dream on a layer above a sort of base matter, say a dream terrain, and you traveled over blip or bump in it, which manifested itself as a pothole.
On the other hand. For a road to exist there needs to be a set of rules, like gravity and such. But dream rules rarely match up from one dream to the next. So there would have to be a million little worlds each with there own different rules that we visit every night, like a plague of horrifying godlike ghosts, bending matter to our will and leaving a trail of madness in our wake. Actually that would make quite an interesting story if told from the perspective of a dream chap!

A hole in the road

I had a dream last night which involved me driving a large car down a narrow lane with sheer cliffs and sheer drops alternating on both sides. It was raining and there were large puddles through which I careered. Various onlookers expressed open mouthed astonishment that I could negotiate such tricky terrain; but I had a destination in mind, though I had no clear idea what it was. At one point, as I drove through a deep mass of water, I hit a hidden pothole. The car reared up on end, I shot upwards, too, but somehow held onto the steering wheel (the car was open topped, with no seat belts) and was soon back in the driving seat, rampaging on. Eventually, I reached the end of the road, which was blocked by a large brick wall, beyond which I could see a river, and beyond that, a fabulous city. I debated how to cross this river, and was asking myself how I might commandeer a crane from the city to come and lift me and my car across, when I woke up.

The question that keeps troubling me is, who put the pothole where it was? It served no useful purpose, didn’t impede my progress, and was invisible. Either it was:

a. Already there, because I was driving on a road that existed, independently from me
b. Was created by me for an unknown purpose
c. Was created by me as a representation of some relatively minor hindrance in my life to come

My resident dream analyst suggests (c) is most likely, with (b) a close second. She finds (a) difficult to digest. I, on the other hand, firmly subscribe to (a), or a variant of it, finding both (b) and (c) rather flimsy.

  1. pinkie

    I think it is a hybrid of (b) and (c)… well maybe more (c) than be (b) although they are intrinsically linked. I think it is quite common for worries/hindrances to manifest themselves in dreams. A Freudian reading would say that the Id function of your mind ran riot whilst in your unconscious state rendering you subject to a stream of unorganised and nonsensical events. The fact that your dream involved a car and a pot hole is probably not uncommon as these are everyday occurences. What I think is important, is the emotion you felt when driving the car.
    For example, the night of Sunday 6th was the Sunday before the start of term. The first week of term is usually chaotic and stressful, so I went to bed full of dred. During the night, I dreamt that Decoy shaved a strip of my hair off down the centre of my head. This dream was intense and very vivid and even involved me seriously considering comb overs or drawing the hair back on. I thought of no rational solutions such as wearing a hat. This dream clearly reinforces the well-known nightmare of being left ‘bare’ or ‘open’ (manifesting in the common nightmare of going to school or work when you’ve forgotten to get dressed). I attribute this dream to feeling nervous about the week and not knowing if it was going to be ok or whether it was going to be embarrassing and difficult. It hasn’t.

    Another theory, is that the weird dreams occured 2 nights after the Full Moon. I’ve heard that dreams tend to get a bit crazy and vivid around this time. Not sure why?

    1. I’m inclined to believe there is an astral infrastructure underlying all our dreams, that we can manipulate and personalise to suit our needs and neuroses, but that is every bit as real as, maybe even more so than, the houses we live in, here on earth. I suspect the dreams we remember most easily are those that occur when we are furthest removed from this astral ‘core’, in a relatively light sleep, during which the events of our immediate past or future tend to dominate our minds. The amnesia we experience concerning our whereabouts and what is happening to us when we are deeply asleep may mask the reality of another existence altogether.

      Doubtless, this is all detailed in the Akashic Records!

      en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Akashic_records

Camping photos

spot the difference

I’ve uploaded a few photos from a recent trip to London and camping in cornwall. We stayed a couple of nights near Axeminster in a bed and breakfast, taking in a meal at the River Cottage Canteen (very tasty) and a look at Lyme Regis (we didn’t find any fossils worth bringing home). Once we’d driven to Cornwall and pitched the tent for a planned four night stay, a barrage of non stop wind and regular rain commenced, and after a couple of nights we decide it wasn’t worth the fight and popped home early. But we’d had a couple of good days, fitting in a couple of surfing sessions, a coastal walk and visiting a castle and a couple of towns.

  1. The Cobb looks lethal. I wonder how many people get swept off it.

    1. indeed. I did stroll along it to near the end and given the epic wind and crazy waves it was quite scary. my trusty flipflops, however, gave me all the grip i needed!

      1. Iona and I muchly appreciate the monkey no see, monkey no hear, monkey no speak pic with decoy

Foot update

It’s come to my attention that some photos I posted recently of an advanced case of fungal infection were thought to be actual images of my own feet. This was not, in fact, the case. I was exaggerating for effect. I’m attaching a genuine photo, so everyone can see the difference:

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  1. indeed, i was convinced. they were remarkably similar looking.