What are yours? Can you describe them and their possible significance? Can you do it in a single paragraph?
The first yes but the second no.
The first recurring dream is more like a series of 6 dreams based on the same location with 2 or more common people and this dream recurs every 7 years or so over 40 years and the plot moves on. I suspect it will continue developing but I will keep it short and not go into much detail because children may be reading. I am also a normal heterosexual male.
The location is basically on a large silver bus with plush red velvet covering all the seats and furnishings, it could possibly even fly but I never get the impression of it flying although I have travelled on it and entered it and left it on various occasions. The person who is in all of the dreams is a lithe blond woman who wears very few clothes and is very horny to say the least, I won't say why I know that so you'll just have to take my word. The other main character is a male slightly older than the woman with black hair and a black beard who seems to be in charge of the bus and everybody else on it. On the third recurrence of this dreamscape he was very angry and accused me of stealing his wife although I can assure you that I have only ever noticed that she was horny and never got anywhere remotely near what Bill Clinton would define as 'never having had sexual relations with that woman'. At all times she has remained chaste in my presence, like Sir Gawain and the Green Knights wife, and I have behaved as a true gentleman even though it was only recently that I was allowed back on the bus by the bearded one. She came onto me very heavily again, still nothing had happened, and he was so enraged he actually dragged her off me, threw me into the corner of a room at the back of the bus and drew a large knife. I wasn't actually scared, I was more like crumpled upside down in the corner wondering what had happened, when he started to come towards me with the knife and then all of a sudden he just started laughing loudly and walked away, weird. I think he has finally figured out that the problem wasn't me and that more than likely the interpretation is that she was my muse or something platonic like that.
The second is a composition of many different dreams in the same dreamscape that end up with following paths along ocean cliffs until the paths disappear or following train lines that disappear into a swamp after many trips on the train both ways or a substantial bridge that slowly disappears into single planks and then nothing over the water. While I never give up following the different paths and usually wake up after a while I have noticed that in between all of these locations there are massive buildings on the ground that have many rooms, series of steps and unusual circular staircases that I remember going up and around and through many times so I recognise them all and then massive construction sites that are just as complex with tunnels and water obstacles. Sometimes I am driving a car on a road trip and go past these sites where I know if I look right I will see the huge blocks of monstrously sized decaying mansions, which I have spent wandering in many times, and further along I will come to the huge headland with many different large cliffs and inlets surrounded with water and huge waves which I have also spent many times climbing or body surfing and continuously swimming against the huge currents, and if I go further I know I will come to the path along the cliffs on the ocean side that disappears so I have to climb along the barbed wire fence to keep on going. Not once did I fear being injured or get despondent and there were always people there that I could follow or even talk to until the trail ended and I never gave up searching or exploring because it was enjoyable fun just following things until I could follow them no more.
While some of these trips in this dreamsacape involved 'flying' I found that I was usually restricted by telephone and power lines etc and could never get aloft more than a simple glide until I had one really vivid dream. It was like my head was all that was flying and I had no concept of my body (no it was definitely a dream) but I did soon come to the conclusion that if I hit anything or stopped thinking 'up' my dream would stop so I manoeuvred through and around the various obstacles presented to me until I managed to break through into clear air and rose to a position around 500m high and hovered. From this position I could see the ocean and a familiar sandy beach with 8 foot waves peeling off nicely in front of me, often with somebody riding them, so I just sat there, for I don't know how long, just marvelling in the glory of the whole scene until I suddenly snapped out of my trance and regained the urge to rise higher. Now while this stage started off interesting I soon came into scattered clouds so that I could see nothing in front or below me and only the urge to get to the end of this path propelled me forward for what felt like an eternity until I finally came to the end of the clouds and once again came to clean air.
I had reached a height that I would guess as being around 5km high and had such a marvellous sight before me that it is etched into my brain and although I had never seen anything like it in my entire life I will always remember it. Stretched out before me in the distance was a huge henge in the water. I was on one side and the other side comprised of two gigantic rough rectangular white pillars with a lintel piece between them such that I could see that there was nothing on top of the lintel because its top surface was exactly the same height as I was. Off to each side of the circle between me and the back pillars there was a set of smaller pillars with lintels, almost at right angles to the back lintel, that were both around two km high at their tops and in front of each of them and also inward on the circle were single pillars approximately 500m high. Right in the centre of this circular henge, that looked like some sort of huge throne or altar, was a humongous maelstrom that had a centre that contained fog, mist and frothy water. From my high position overlooking the maelstrom, and by moving forwards and then backwards to my original position, I could see that it had a huge bulge of water around it and I especially noticed that it actually had a shallow bottom because the amount of water above the water line equalled that water that was missing below the water line in the centre.
From my position I could see that there were what looked like boats trying to dock at the 2 smaller pillars while some were stationary outside its influence many were in the process of being swept into the maelstrom itself. I could also see that there were what appeared to be tiny people on the middle lintels on both sides and, from my position at the top on the open side, I could also see that there was nobody on the top lintel. Suddenly I had the urge to dive straight down from my lofty position into the exact centre of the maelstrom to shake the very foundations and bring the whole thing crashing down when I heard a strong authoritative voice, the only voice I have ever heard in my head and during a dream to boot, which said "DO NOT ENTER THE MAELSTROM". Well to say the least that shook me a bit more than anything else that I have ever experienced during a dream so I stopped and soon woke up with my memory of the whole dream as vivid as I have told it to you now.
I could figure out that the first stage involved removing personal entanglements and the second stage was about losing yourself in something that was natural, enjoyable and non destructive but the third stage meaning eluded me, apart from knowing to never give up, until I read a dialogue between Thoth and Ammon (also called Thamos) described by Plato in his Phaedrus. Thoth presented his various inventions and gave the pro's while king Thamos responded and gave the con's. At the end king Thamos gave the con for writing as causing many problems because people could appear to be wise through writing even though they did not learn from the heart and were really wise so I wrote the following as the meaning of the third stage of my dream because I suspect I don't really have to do anything to destroy the altar in the vision I saw as it will destroy itself due to its own shallow foundations. I'm not particularly religious either and after reading many translations of the ancient classics the following is the only thing I can find that remotely fits.
Today an eerie silence has descended on the uppermost tier of the altar of Mammon, tears in the dust betray the presence of the spirit of wise king Thamos. A chilling aloneness engulfs the lofty heights as the rationalists below unite to invoke the maelstrom of the serpent of chaos. They can not see that their altar has a shallow bottom hidden by the fog and mist generated as a result of their endless leverage on the oars of human industry. They will both consume and be consumed by the terrible natural forces released through their efforts, so be it (amen).
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