FB In My Dream

 I have been getting sucked in somewhat by the "reels" videos on FB. I feel this showed up in a dream quite dramatically!

I was in some kind of sports hall, gymnasium, the kind you get in schools. My body had been hideously transformed. I had a "space helmet" globe over my head. My body was built of metal rods like a camera "tripod". What a hideous hell scape existence.

I looked around and could see other people in this state too. At the edge of the gym I became aware of an elderly white man with his hand on a control button. Then next to me, someones head exploded inside their space globe helmet! Brains and blood sloshed inside the globe as the tripod body collapsed. And then another and another ...

I looked back to the old white man and realised the exploding heads had something to do with him. I waddled bambi like over to him with my awkward tripod body and could see the "internet" symbol used on laptops hidden behind a family portrait. I could see he was twiddling a dial, turning something up through this internet symbol that was making peoples heads explode!

I saw that some people were escaping this and their heads weren't exploring, even though they had the helmets on. I was curious about that for a moment. But then my partners turned up without helmets and struggled to unscrew the helmet on my head. My real body returned with and was there with their bodies. I was human again.

Wow, I must GET MYSELF OFF FB! This felt like such a reflection of how social media is being used to reshape peoples sense of self. It reflected something in my psyche in allowing myself to be drawn in by the "reels". Someones hand is on that dial manipulating the flows of information to their own ends. This is never more clear than in this era of the unholy Trump/Musk alliance (Trusk?)

Cold Dead Dad Dream

 I am walking down a street with my brother. I start to speak with a sense of dread in my heart - "M, you know, I can't quite remember, but did Dad die? I can't quite recall if he is dead ....". He confirms that yes, Dad did indeed die recently.

I say "but we need to make arrangements then? You know, funeral, ashes etc, there is so much to do!".

Next I am at a funeral parlour and they are taking me to see Dad. They take me to a big open freezer that is white plastic, a bit odd like a food freezer I think but never mind ... The director leaves me with my Dads dead body.

I think to call the funeral director back because I can see Dads body is moving! He is all white, frozen and with ice crystals on his skin, but his chest seems to move as if air is moving ... I think to myself "its ok, dead bodies do this, they settle and they move, thats all it is, don't be scared, don't be silly ..."

I move closer to him, until I am right by his side. Then in one slow awful movement, his whole body - arms extended - rolls and turns slowly towards me in one frozen rigid movement. I scream as his hands land on my arms.

I wake up in a state of terror ...

The Gangster Couple - a dream about my ancestors?

The Gangster Couple - a dream about my ancestors?

I had a strong sense during this dream, that I was meeting some of my ancestors, this sense was present throughout. 

Its a different era in the dream, cars and clothes look older though sometimes they mix up with something from the present.

There is a man and a woman. He is a gangster, a big gangster, constantly on the run, though the authorities are catching up with him. There is a sense of options closing down throughout the dream. The woman involved with him is not a gangster, but by association she has become wrapped up in this environment of crime and fear.

I watch them both, they are frozen and rigid in their bodies, sometimes they walk comically a bit like zombies from a corny zombie apocalypse film. There is a sense that they are greatly suffering. There is a police presence throughout gradually moving closer and closer. There are many stories of evasion and near misses. This all goes on for a long time though I can only recall a few fragments:

He has been captured and is with the police. He is given leave to go visit his elderly parents, they are in a mobile home, on a site like the Romany one locally to me at the edge of the marshes. He tells the police "give use some space, this is all about my parents, its all for them" and the police relax their guard a little empathising with him.

But as soon as the police disappear, a dark blue van appears. He is rolled into a carpet, slung over a mans shoulder, carried and put into the back of the van. The van move slowly out of the trailer park and begins to climb up a hill. They have an old fashioned police radio and are listening to the police. They have noticed already that he has gone and the gangsters driving the van tense a little ...

But then the police say "alert we are looking for a white transit van" - completely different to the small blue old fashioned van (maybe like an old butchers van?) they are driving. The gangsters laugh, they have clearly bribed someone in the police to lie.

Later I see the woman and the gangster standing side by side again. It is so painful to see, their love so pure on the one hand, so fated on the other.

Finally - later - I am there as myself in the dream (I have been more like a witnessing presence till now). I am walking around a prison, it becomes clear that my relative did eventually get caught and spent his life in an institution.

He is now dead, but there are people talking to me. They tell me that he went into prison, but there he started a whole new life that was actually very healing for him. So it felt like the end when the one thing he feared happened - he was caught. But actually it was a whole new beginning for him.

I was told he got involved in a therapeutic programme which included breathwork (a modality I am training in) and that he actually found a great deal of peace and meaning in this, and in helping others.

I feel happy to know that he finally found peace.