Zug is the domain of Sophie. I took the train there past four lakes in Austria and Italy.
Then waking, JFK was brought down a rolling green to the waterfront in a car-carriage procession style like in India with lots of people walking behind. JFK was brought down to the waterfront so that he could be filmed as the big plane arrived. This was Portugal.
Tamara and I then came flying in. We were flying through the sky. We landed at high speed on the Tejo. The river was flowing fast.
I told Tamara, ‘the river flows fast, don’t worry.’
We were in the river now and moving so fast that we overtook two girls I knew from undergraduate days, one of them that girl that married that guy from Matraville. We started to speed up as we approached Porto and the Pillars of Hercules.
‘Don’t worry,’ I said to Tamara, ‘because of the narrow passage the water flows fast.’
The high mountains of Sintra were now visible.
‘Don’t worry.’
Sophie. I told you she was coming. Because remember I’m making this stuff up. Making dreams. Sophie is Jung’s most workable representation of the feminine (September 2023). I have no idea as to why I placed her in Zug. I know of Zug. It’s the canton of tax cheats and corporate criminals. Apart from Jung I have no connection to Switzerland. I have no financial interests in the country. I don’t know anyone who lives there. Ah not true not true my family has a business relationship with one of Switzerland’s largest companies. Thanks to them I’ve led a privileged life.
So,
It’s a lovely country full of lovely people, definitely not boring at all …
Also Richard was there when I had this dream. In Italy too. That could be the causal seed (November 2023).
Anyhow I turned to Google maps. I wanted to see where Zug is located. Then I went lake counting. When driving from Zug to Italy you pass four lakes; the Zugersee, the Lauerzersee, Lake Lucerne and Lake Lugano. Also to Austria you can pass four lakes; the Zugersee, the Zürichsee, the Obersee and the Walensee so long as you take the scenic route. I used to travel that way when I lived in Austria.
Weird. Maybe. There are a lot of lakes in Switzerland and the country’s tiny, it’s probably four lakes to France too.
So Sophie’s in Zug.
Look I know it’s a lovely place and all full of lovely people and definitely not boring but Sophie you’re gonna have to fly here. I’m not going to Zug not now not ever.
And I know she’s coming
Coz I make the dreams
From which reality springs.
Then Tamara and me landing on the mighty Tejo (July 2017). Forgive me but I write it like the Portuguese say it. Tagus is too Spanish too crude. Tamara and I had coffee after art class last week. We got to talking about stuff nothing to do with the Pillars of Hercules (April 2017), Eiffel’s Porto Bridge (July 2017), the Heights of Sintra (November 2020) or floating biochemical girls (August 2023). These things are my recurrent themes. Interestingly, in two of these dreams President Richard Nixon was tied to Hercules and biochemical girls.
There’s something here.
A missing piece. A presidential key.
I can’t see it.
But that missing piece was the reason for that President John Fitzgerald Kennedy riverside procession.
Furthermore, I reckon my unconscious is struggling with the upcoming US presidential election. This time there’s no Trump shaking hands (November 2016), no head-butting sleepy Joe (March 2020), all I’ve got is a eulogy for Bobby Kennedy (May 2022).
Nevertheless the axiom remains as true for Sophie as it does for US presidents. In order for something to become a conscious reality it must first become an unconscious reality.
For whatever reason my unconscious is making associations to assassinated leaders. That JFK procession trailed by Indians reminded me of Gandhi’s funeral procession.
That troubles me.
I don’t see Trump coming back. That collective dream is gone. I haven’t seen him in years (July 2021). Biden’s not up for head-butting anymore. The dude can barely walk let alone talk. And Bobby’s boy is an outsider a hundred to one shot at best.
I was in Wagga Wagga at a camp. I had a problem. My bags weren’t packed, my phone was missing, my swimwear wet.
Then the airport bus left. I missed the bus.
I hurried to get everything packed. I had no time to pack my bags, I couldn’t find my phone, my swimwear was still wet.
So I ran. 10 minutes to get to the airport.
I had to cover a huge distance. When I got to the beginning of the town centre I hoped for someone to give me a lift. The police were there driving a van on a broad footpath. I asked the cops for a lift. They said okay. I was 10 minutes late now. Flights are never on time. Maybe I’d make it. We drove down a street lined with religious icons and shops.
‘Why is this here, do you know?’ one of the cops asked.
‘Coz there’s a big cemetery nearby,’ I answered.
Then at the airport the cops got stuck in a corridor when they tried to drive inside the terminal building. Richard and Warren were now the drivers. Richard wanted to reverse to get out of the terminal but kept stalling the cop van.
I got out of the van and ran around the corridor. I was in a hurry. The corridor brought me back to where I started. It turned out the check-in counter was down a set of stairs at the point where the van got stuck. The counter was located in a large open area that was ringed by a gallery up above. An older couple was in the same boat as me. They had just missed the plane. It was 11 am now. The flight had left at 10.30 am. No problem. I was put on the next flight in 1 hours time. No phone or luggage etcetera because I left all that behind.
Wagga Wagga. My one and only trip AC After Covid. I spoke to Tina and Jeff my Wagga Wagga hosts on the telephone last weekend. Then last night at Greg’s. David’s Louisa the Qantas flight stewardess came for dinner. I spoke to her about Argentina. I said I want to go to Buenos Aires without my telephone (September 2023). But my bags aren’t packed, my swimsuit’s wet. I’m yet to dry off from my inner journey the journey of dreams (August 2023). Seems I’m waiting for journey’s end for its meaning to crystallise. After Covid I’m no longer someone who goes somewhere for the sake of going somewhere. I need a higher purpose. That explains the shops stuffed with religious icons. Those shops reminded me of Athens. I was on point back then exploring the classical world. That world is dead to me now. It doesn’t matter to me anymore. I missed my 10 am flight. 1 and 0 the α and Ω. I’m still clinging to the old modality resisting a new way. The flight left at 10.30 am. 1 + 0 + 3 + 0 = 4. It was 11 am. 1 + 1 = 2. Dualism. This and that. The next flight was due at 11.30 am. 1 + 1 + 3 + 0 = 5. I’m still struggling with 4 and 5 (July 2022). A false identification has me stuck in dualism. It’s holding me back. Also caring for the aged it slows me down (February 2023). The architecture of the terminal reminded me of the hexagonal underwater aquarium I explored with my sister (August 2020). Rather than a dangerous element at the centre of the hexagon this time the centre was a space of liberation aka the airport check-in counter. That centre is aligned to universal harmony. So off to Buenos Aires then. Mum says they’ve got style over there and I do need a better jacket (November 2023). Only I need to make a second million (August 2023). Next year then. Needless to say unconscious security was there to help as always (September 2018). They appeared when I needed them and they took me to where I had to go. The cops became Richard and Warren. Richard I can explain. He was off to Switzerland and Italy when I had this dream. This ties him nicely to the travel theme that underlies this dream. In contrast Warren became a family man. He took to growing vegetables in his backyard. Together they couldn’t drive the van. Crossed purposes. A travelling man’s no family man.
And at base I’m no travelling man
Not anymore
I just want a better jacket
This is my purpose
I’m not made for higher things
I tired of Proletariat Chinese you know modern day action man made in China dressing like I’m heading off to Everest
I’m done with that
One of my dad’s customers wears the best jackets. I spoke to him the other day.
We were staying in a pub and were about to go to trivia. Iain was sleeping in his bedroom when others shouted out, ‘get out there’s something behind your bed.’ Everyone looked. Then Iain jumped out of bed. It was a black spiky worm. Very long, over a metre in length, and thick. Some people weren’t bothered. Peter the Café stood right next to the worm saying he’d call the classification department at biology to find out what it is. Then the worm was gone. It moved like a hydra now. It had just been born. It was growing fast. Everyone was looking for it. A woman was with me. Gemma. She saw a stain outside. The hydra had gone down a road in Woollahra past mansions. We walked down the road looking for it. No sign. Maybe it had gone inside one of the mansions? Then we walked up a rear lane. Now the woman was young, more sporty. I was with another guy too. There was a guide as well a man. We had to get up and over a building that blocked the lane. Unlike the guy I couldn’t jump up to the roof awning. Instead I went via the path the girl took via a fence paling set up against the building. But I failed at the top of the paling. I was told my chakra alignment was important. Then we followed a man to the park next to the building to the left. In the distance we saw a structure. It was a scaffold. A man was then hung. Then the guy in my group. It was his turn to be hung. It was James from school. I felt sad.
‘Really,’ I said.
‘I’m dying for you,’ James said.
‘I’ll miss you,’ I said.
We shook hands.
Then Peter the Café, wanted to shake hands. James looked down. No handshake. It was the Café’s fault. Same for the woman. She didn’t want to shake his hand either. I was oblivious to what had happened –
Back to School.
That is the school I currently attend the lucid dreaming school. Wangyal is my teacher (February 2021). What is that they say Focus on the Hands hence shaking hands (October 2020). The Café reprise comes via a recent lucid exercise (August 2023) so too Gemma the good old Buddhist switcheroo (June 2023).
I didn’t do my best in this exercise. I struggled with heights again (December 2020). I was told to align those chakras. I let that practice pass. Because of Antigone (April 2023). That was too much for me. I had to take a break. That dream was dreamt in January. It’s been almost a year now.
It may be time to start again.
I could dig deep on James. When I was a boy he was my best friend. Then he went to a different high school and that was that. I never recovered from his loss. Something was left hanging unresolved in my psyche (July 2021).
That spiky worm comes from that high school nexus too. I remember a big one outside the seniors building. Mr. Ferron another lucid fractal was the biology head teacher (June 2023). That worm was brought to his attention.
That worm became a hydra. That’s science the disasters it sows. It ruins lives (November 2021). It’s worse than smoking. It’s time for me to embrace my inner Yul Bryneer (October 2023).
Whatever you do don’t study science.
This is the post-scientific age, don’t you know.
Poor Iain. He’s living with that wreckage and ruin. On top of that he was about to become a father when I dreamt this dream. He’s asleep at the wheel. I’m worried he’ll be overwhelmed. He has to become more like Gemma. Proactive (August 2021). Turned out he named his kid James. He didn’t tell me that. Freaky.
Woollahra. I sometimes drive down Ocean Street a street that self-evidently leads to the domain of the unconscious. My dad’s one-time financial advisor lived in one of those mansions. He went bankrupt and lost the lot in the 1990 recession. That train wreck’s a-coming again. Prices on my street are down a million.
And that bloody roof. I’ve got to get it fixed. Only try and find a builder. The Masters of Mankind aka the stay at home working class destroyed the real economy (October 2023).
The only one who will survive all this will be the Café. God bless him. He’s oblivious. Like a German cockroach. Not even the nukes will take him out.
Meanwhile, while fires burn, while the world as we know it, ends …
I am very proud of my sister. She figured it out. She doesn’t need me to stuff her up (October 2023). When she encountered that dark tunnel and needed to pee she met a half bald man who was in a relationship with someone else (June 2022). That was her animus estranged and otherwise engaged. I said next time walk hand in hand with him into that tunnel.
‘How do I do that?’ she asked.
‘You just do it,’ I said, ‘ by willing it, by paying attention, by remembering.’
There’s no secret to dreaming. It’s like a muscle. If you exercise it it expands. Ignore dreams and there’ll be plane crashes, falling from cliffs, assassins hunting you. This is the unconscious shocking you into a state of attention. Once you pay attention your dreams shift. They start to work with you. It’s a natural process much like cultivating a garden.
What follows is a sequence of dreams my sister had from June till October which demonstrate that cultivation in respect to the animus. Her words. Her thoughts. Her drawing.
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Dream 1: 7th of June 2023
Last night I had a dream where I was driving on my own in a convertible car. It was night time and had been raining, and a tune I liked came on so I turned up the volume when I had to stop at a traffic light. This black guy is crossing the street in front of me from the left side of the road. He’s looking at me, and I’m looking at him cuz he’s looking at me. Then he cuts over and comes right past me on the driver’s side and rips the mirror off my car door! I turn my head and watch him run down the dark wet street behind me, but do nothing as he throws my mirror angrily into the middle of the road and runs off into the night.
I woke up at that point and as I lay in bed I was thinking I should go chase him and ask him why he did that. But I needed to get up to pee and the dream was gone.
My sister commented, ‘the recollection of this dream was triggered the following night (on the 8th June) when I was watching my show on TV and there was a scene with a car chase where the driver’s side mirror got knocked off the car.’
Dream 2: 25th of August 2023
I was walking with my son along a dirt road with a low metal fence on the edge of a small cliff leading down into the water. In the water, there was a dirt channel dug out. In the channel there was a white work van facing the shore, half submerged in the water. And next to the van on the right side of it was a guy (a white guy) standing in the water. We stopped to have a look and I was saying to my son, is he supposed to be there? Then the van started to sink further under the water, and began to tip over to its right hand side. The man was trying to stop it but he couldn’t. And I was thinking no, he shouldn’t be there.
Dream 3: 17th of October 2023
My sister wrote, ‘ok, you’re gona like this one. Only reason I remember it is cuz when I woke up from it, I was still really sleepy and even though I wanted to go back to sleep to keep the dream going, instead I started going over it in my mind as if I were writing it down. And the more I went through it, the more and more significant it seemed.’
I was shopping in a supermarket with my son. He had gone off down another aisle so I was on my own. I had a trolley, and I had gone to the frozen section to find some large sausage rolls. There was a box with 5 so I put it in my trolley. Then I thought, I’ll just take one extra sausage roll out of another packet and add that to my trolley, and no one will notice. Anyway, that part is quite insignificant.
There was a lady shopping in the aisle near me, and all of a sudden the lights went out as the shop had just closed. It was dark and there was no one else around. So she said, follow me I know the way out. We both started pushing our trolleys toward the exit, and I was thinking I should have taken that extra sausage roll out of my trolley. At the same time I thought, my son wasn’t with me, but he’ll find his own way out. I wasn’t concerned about him.
So we made it out of the dark supermarket and into a well lit food court type area. At this point the lady wasn’t there anymore and I was on my own again. I needed to go to the toilet so I headed in that direction. And walking past me in the opposite direction was a guy – the black guy with the leather jacket from Hungry Jack’s yesterday. He didn’t seem to notice me, so I reached out with my right hand and touched his right arm, smiled and said, ‘Hey!’ He turned to look at me with a confused look on his face, but didn’t say anything and seemed to not know who I was. So we both kept walking in our own directions.
Then I found the toilet, and then I woke up.
My sister then added, ‘finally, I made contact with my animus! That’s a good step right.’
My sister had some thoughts on how this dream was seeded –
‘So I think perhaps seeing and talking with this black guy with the leather jacket in Hungry Jack’s in the city yesterday, is what triggered my subconscious thoughts about the angry black guy in my dream from June 2023. Which then led me to my dream from last night about attempting to make contact with the guy in my dream (my animus), as I had made contact with the guy in Hungry Jack’s. If I can talk to this guy, why can’t I also talk to the guy in my dream?’
‘The conversation wasn’t very long, or very deep – it was about how the guy had ordered an ‘angry’ vegan burger just then in line next to me, and was asking the girl at the counter why it was angry. I laughed at his question at the time so he looked at me and smiled. Then as we stood waiting for our order I made a comment to him how I wouldn’t particularly trust that the burger would be 100% vegan at Hungry Jack’s based on my past experience. Plus Paul had remarked as we left how he liked the man’s leather jacket.’
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And here’s my take.
Dream 1 is a call to attention. The black man is the blackened animus hiding in the shadows of the watery unconscious. He was aggressive because he has been neglected for many years (February 2023). He had to shock himself into memory. Apropos my sister remembered this dream the day after dreaming it while watching a similar scenario on TV. As within so without. Jung’s axiom. In order for something to become a conscious reality it must first become an inner unconscious reality (November 2016). I love this kind of stuff. The fact that the animus smashed off a rear view mirror is significant. The meaning is clear. If the car is the modality by which we navigate life then my sister needs to change her orientation (March 2023). She needs to look forward not back. If she does that the animus will be there to guide her.
Dream 2 is about emergence. Now we see a white man. This is the animus out of the shadows into the light of consciousness. The man and his van were half submerged. This is the animus transitioning from the watery unconscious to terrestrial consciousness (March 2023). Into knowing. Furthermore the man was seen on the right side of the van the right side being the side of consciousness (August 2021). The van speaks to practicality. Everybody needs a man with a van. This is a useful man. He can do manly things. My sister needs a man like that to help support her son. The collapse of van and thus the dream construct ended her brief glimpse of what hides within.
In Dream 3 we see crystallisation. By that I mean the making of dreams (September 2023). There is a striking similarity to her June 2022 encounter in the dark tunnel and needing to pee dream. This time she found herself in a dark enclosed space looking for a toilet. Her son was gone meaning this problem belongs to her. Unconscious content is stuck inside her. It wants to get out. And in this space she encountered the hostile animus.
And what did she do?
She reached out with her right hand and touched his right arm and said hello.
‘How do I do that?’ she asked.
‘You just do it,’ I said, ‘ by willing it, by paying attention, by remembering.’
She did it!
I’m so proud of her.
Of course the animus was confused. He doesn’t know her. This is a journey the journey of dreams. Bringing unconscious content to the right side into consciousness takes times.
They have to get to know each other.
I found the sausage roll prologue interesting. Freud would be salivating over those sausage rolls whereas I’m salivating over 5 + 1 = 6. The number 6 is the high feminine (March 2022). I think the number 6 represents the unified harmony between masculine and feminine to make a greater whole (October 2023). You get there by not projecting out to find a guy but by looking in to reconcile the estranged animus. And 5 is too high. Ask Ricky I’m channelling you Gervais (June 2022).
Then enter the black man at Hungry Jack’s. He was a lovely man. His leather jacket was the king of cool. My sister reached out. She spoke to him about her experience with vegan burgers. This positive interaction seeded the thought why can’t I do likewise in my dreams and so she did because as you think so shall you dream.
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