16th October, 2011.
Sunday

Another late night so, again, I’m surprised to have had some very vivid dreaming. I had to make quick morning notes because I was out all day.

“Rescue Man”

This dream is like a comic strip and I don’t recall the plot a whole lot but the theme was one of being rescued. There was something about two (atomic?) bombs and somehow my persona was key in the bad guys being able to set them off. Naturally, I don’t want to be part of that and don’t have to be because the super guy flies down and swoops me away. He reminded me physically of one of my yoga students though I didn’t relate to him as that person in the dream. Perhaps this is an indicator that I can rescue myself from potentially incendiary experiences in waking reality by being like Paul.

“Martial arts”

I’m walking along a path in a dream that is as vivid as a lucid dream but I’m not lucid. There’s a grassy area to my right and up ahead slightly I see a crowd has created a circle to watch something. I receive the information that it will be a martial arts display between women. Even though the word “display” is used and IRL this is something I would watch, I decide that it will be aggressive and I don’t want to witness that.

I continue walking and end up in a queue of travelling people in the type of dream I’ve come to dub an energy stream dream. Sometimes I have dreams like this that involve large numbers of people moving in one direction, on foot or in vehicles or in water and there’s always a particular feeling that accompanies such dreams. This one’s a little different though because I become impatient with a couple of men in front of who aren’t moving fast and I want to overtake them. An invisible guide is beside me, a tall male, and he reminds me to fly. I don’t really fly above and before them but the act of floating vertically a metre above the ground brings me pleasure and calms my impatience.

“Shifting Dimensions and the Gnome Madonna”

I’m in “my” bedroom, which feels like it’s located in the house we lived at before this one, in H’s former room. Proportions keep changing in this dream so that sometimes the room and its items are larger and sometimes smaller. I think someone “older” has shown me to my room – probably the guide figure from the previous dream.

I look around it and see that I’ve apparently painted the walls a sky-blue but there’s a textured panel too where I’ve taken a smaller paintbrush and mixed in some white strokes with the blue. I then see the poster that Tina, my best friend from high school, gave me when I was 13 and that adorned our bedroom wall through that period of our childhood. I thought about that poster about a week ago and wondered then if my memory of it was sufficient to reproduce it accurately in a dream. It was definitely accurate only much larger than it had been in RL. Now I’m at the light switch and I notice grubby fingerprints on the wall beside it. I wonder when my hands have ever been this grubby for them to have created such an effect.

Now I’ve peered into a jewellery box, which is suddenly an incredibly large, wooden toy box with a lid. Size-wise it’s probably over one-and-a-half metres long by almost that wide and comes up to my chest. The lid weighs nothing at all and when I lift it I see the entire chest is full of stuffed teddy bears. Some I recognise as toys my children had. Upon waking it occurs to me that it would have been a good idea to have shown more curiosity and dug down deeper into that box but I don’t because suddenly my attention is elsewhere.

There’s a bedside table and I notice a small statue of the Virgin Mary but she’s a most unusual statue. She’s actually a gnome with a little stub nose and gnomish proportions all in traditional blue Mary robes. She also has gnomish baby Jesus on her hip in a very normal everyday gesture that you never see in Madonna depictions. She begins to talk and her first words to me are, “Do not worry.” This totally surprises me and then she says something else I don’t remember. I cannot accept her sudden animation and decide she must be some kind of toy, like a magic cue ball. No sooner do I have the thought than she transforms into something less organic and more robotic.