I just had to share this dream, I hope you enjoy.
Watermelon death mask:
I
was in stone age Britain and I entered the hut of a chieftain of a small
village/community. The chieftain was dying and when I asked him how he knew he
showed me his sacred seal. The seal was a small solid brass object with a
stylized flower pattern. The pattern was covered with a concrete like crust
that was breaking off. The chieftain said that once of the crust fell away he
would die. Thinking that this was ridiculous I picked a similar seal out of he
fireplace and showed him that peeling of the crust wasn’t harmful. The
chieftain just said that was because his seal was his own special seal. Still
feeling frustrated I then tried to convince him that if he shoved his face in a
half watermelon he could make a mould for a death mask.
At
this point I think I realized that my thinking was so advanced that there was
no point in continuing and so I left the hut. Once outside I realized that the
world was about to change and this would open a free market opportunity to
bring watermelons to Britain (since they don’t grow in our soggy climate). I
decided there and then to travel over the sea to France. I don’t remember much
of this part of the dream apart from prolonged travel was involved.
The
return voyage was tranquil and beautiful with me in a canoe pulling a large
quantity of watermelons floating in a net behind me over the sea and up the
river Thames which had now moved into more modern times. The melons seemed to have
disappeared at the point where I came to a difficult section of the river, the
going had been pretty easy up until now. The river was split into three rapids
or waterfalls. I tried the middle one only to find it too shallow and got
grounded on the left hand one as well. As I was pulling my canoe out I noticed
a concrete ledge, which I then hauled out onto. This gave me the chance to
examine the canoe, which was made up of heavy steel plates loosely held
together with leather straps (not at all seaworthy).
There was a door behind me with a small
child behind it being scolded and the child was crying in distress. I felt very
awkward and wanted to leave without being noticed. The door opened however and
a young man in a chef’s uniform stepped out on his way to work. Although I felt
acutely embarrassed at this invasion of his privacy he didn’t seem that
bothered and we idly chatted in a non-committed kind of way. The ledge had now
taken on more of a living room
appearance with a computer in it. On seeing this I tentatively suggested
that he might find some benefit in listening to FDR, which he said he would do
and off he went to work.
I
not sure of the transition but the next part of the dream was like a movie
trailer that then morphed into something more real. There was a massive evil
shark coming from deep in the ocean and it was to be attacked by a large
quantity of nuclear weapons. For some reason the shark kept coming and the
weapons had no effect. A large submarine were dispatched as a last ditched attempt
to save the world. The beast was moving relentlessly onwards and its face was
taking on a more serene but powerful human appearance and was joined by many
other sea creatures. The sea creatures were spreading out and searching for some thing that was hidden and feminine. The Big fish eventually came face to face with the submarine. The people on board decided to shut down their communication with the outside world, to prevent the
beast gaining access to information being passed via those transmissions. It then asked
the people inside why they had shut down their communications. The beast seemed
extremely powerful and was obviously unstoppable but it was thrilling to
witness and very beautiful in a strange kind of way. The searching fish started making greater progress in their search once they had found a radio carelessly left near some sunken buildings.
All
this was causing great excitement and anticipation back in London, where everyone seemed to be
dressed in Victorian garb. The President and his wife were rushing to get ready
for a presentation and hurried out of their room leaving their half inflated
blow up son on a chair. This son had more than a passing likeness to Ronald
Reagan. It seemed that the presidential couple were off to the great hall where
all the important people were gathering. Included in the gathering were Greg
and Stef , Stef I’m afraid had put on a lot of weight and seemed very excited
about the unfolding events, Greg was sporting a handsome beard.
The
final part of this dream found me attempting to step onto a large ocean liner as it set
off but someone shouted for me not to
because it wasn’t ready yet. I managed to step off onto the quayside
just in time. I grabbed onto the
half open window of a small car with old people inside. They seemed very
pleasant but more than a little disturbed as I fell backwards pulling the car
with me down into the now empty harbour. It was a long way down and I woke up.
Background info: I attempted to start participating on the board several weeks ago and had to step back due a large surge in negative emotions. In many ways it was great to experience irrational emotions springing up since I have grown up in the suppress/repress school of child rearing. I was at the time having a break from therapy and this pushed me straight back in. I've listened to a lot of Stef's dream analyses and think I understand most of it. The things I could do with help on are: What are the watermelons about and why is Stef overweight?