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My only new years resolution this year was to record my dreams. I made notes in the back of the dream journal as to who I dreamt of the most, places I visited, poems, books rhymes, films - including random objects. Something did recur and that was the plastic duck....

Yes, you heard right.

It has turned up in several dreams this year, once at my mother-in-laws (in her front room by the phone), in a theoretic student digs as a kind of mascot and in the back garden having tea - such is the strange world of Calico Pye and her plastic duck fetish.

I was trying to figure out the significance it has had for me. I had to dig hard, but here goes. As we (sister/self) grew up, we had a plastic duck mother and child. We used to fill it full of water and squeeze them so they would pee themselves - such is the subterranean level of childhood glee. Then I had a rethink. Sister gave me one chained to a bathplug for Xmas one year; I bought a whole flotilla of rubber ducks for Prodigal 2 courtesy of Santa; somewhere along the line, a random duck show up that turned from blue to brown when it was placed in hot water and recently I won a female rubber duck (with lipstick on, no less) on an arcade game during the summer. I vaguely remember writing about Chinese Giant Inflatable Duck that drifted away from its moorings a couple of years ago - and as it coincided with celestial anatidae, and I pared it with 'The Dirty Snow Duck' Comet 67P. Trying to consider the meaning of this - plastic ducks sit on water, rather than in it (unlike real ducks), it would be pretty dimissive of and bread thrown its way and I would suggest that it would taste appalling with hoi sin sauce.

So, whatup, motherducker - what does this all mean?

The only thing I can think of is that it has a certain kind of irreverence, it suggests playfulness and to lighten up about things. Jung would have a field day, but I suppose it does kind of say 'Chillax - it's only a rubber duck.'

Anybody else have strange things turn up in their dreams - recurring or otherwise?

Dreams are funny things, aren't they? I dreamt that Dexter Fishbourne's teacher was giving me grief, accompanied by the monkeys who were running around in 'Frontier Psychiatry' - except one of them looked like the angry monkeys from the Basement Jaxx video.

LOL - Where's Your Head At?

Current Music: The Avalanches - Frontier Psychiatrist

I grew up with Camberwick Green, so it makes this clip both poignant and amusing.

Dearly loved this dream sequence.

I had a very odd dream last night. I have been having disturbed nights as Prodigal 2 is doing shift work and is notoriously difficult to wake him up. I have to be up extra early to compensate and consequently, I don't settle very well at night. Also, I have had three migraines over four days - which is unheard of for me. In recent times, it had dwindled down to less than half a dozen per year. With and without aura, also one started then abruptly stopped without tablet/sleep intervention. I have wondered if this has played a part.

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( Life on Mars )

So many train dreams these days, not surprising since I spend a good chunk of my life on them. If this is about motivation (please see Jung for details), then I am always between stops rather than actually arriving anywhere. My fellow classmates finished their degree day before yesterday and, even if I feel a little crestfallen that I wasn't with them, I DO think I would have gone three shades of loopy if I hadn't gone part time.

Have taken to reading Ransom Rigg's Miss Peregrine's Home For Perculiar Children enroute and listening to Numan/Fenton collaboration From Inside (Original Sound track from film by John Burgin - From Inside). I've been having a bit of a Gary Numan renaissance recently, as so has he. Prone to depression and occasionally bouncing off of the walls, Numan has bouts of excellence, punctuated by conflicted feelings, it is the combo of Fenton and Numan's wife Gemma that keeps him going, no matter however much he complains about them.

(Fenton: Mate, you gotta get back on track and do what you do really well.

Numan (staring out of a window): ......I want a kitten....)

Anyway, have downloaded stacks more of his stuff and really liked The Fall.

By chance, I met a lady (JS) who I had known in 'Grimmauld Place' and I asked her about the ongoing roadworks outside the properties. The news had totally slipped passed my radar and in fact the road is closed because a dirty, great mineshaft had opened up over a year ago. Cracks had appeared in kitchen walls and the residents were told that the small hole was nothing to worry about and that it was to do with the water board. That changed when the ground shifted. Work began re shoring the site at Christmas last year and is still ongoing. Originally, it was between no.17 & no. 23; now the digging and shoring has stopped short of my old place. Huh, I thought - there is no way that house is moving anywhere. I bet the place has armed itself. I say that, because there had been several incidents which made me consider that the house was haunted.

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Good luck sleeping tonight, Calico_Pye :-/

Refering back to the nature of dreams of my old place, that I mentioned a few weeks ago, I have noticed that the place is changing whenever I dream of it now. My last dreams were about trying tester pots of paint on the wall of my old bedroom (pink, purple, dark blue and turquoise) and having a discoball in my front room, whilst packing to go to London. These were the present-day me rather than the past-tense me. If what the Jung & House Symbolism page is anything to go by, then how I saw myself and how I see myself now is dramatically shifting. For the better, too.

I used to dread these dreams, as I felt I was perpetually stuck and very unhappy, as per that time. It was the one place that (even though rented) was actually mine and I think that has a lot of bearing. Unhappy as I was, at least I called the shots on what I wanted. Ironically our cottage is jointly-owned, yet I feel that I haven't had much of a say as to how it is decorated etc. (I probably DO have more say, but currently don't feel that I have - something I should address). This is about compromise, I know. Maybe I feel that I compromise too far - J has quite a 'neutral-tone' palette and I do not; it is his taste that is primarily reflected in the decor.

Aside from that, I have come to terms with the idea that the bedroom symbolism is about the hidden and expressive (dare I say spiritual?) side of the self, whereas the living room is more about image and projected self (constructed identity, per chance?). I am also having sound tracks played; the latest ones are under the cut, but are not from that era. Olive You're Not Alone was mid nineties and Trellis' tracks from The Green Wing are from the early noughties. I was long gone from the property in both cases, so a bit of a cross over confusion there.

I am aware that i am talking as if Jung's philosophy was an established truth - obviously nothing is tangeably proved, BUT...as I believe the symbolism, my dreams would be affected by that belief (if that makes sense).

( Soundtracks of My Dream )

For those who have not watched The Green Wing - episode one is HERE - possibly one of my favourite channel 4 alternative sitcoms. I have met one of the scriptwriters, James Henry and his voice patterning is very similar to Tamsin Greig's character.

I was talking to a friend about the nature of dreams and the unconscious. We touched on Jung and the 'House Symbolisation.' I rely on dreams as a source of creative influence as they are often random,varied and absolutely bizarre. Whenever I am in an unsettled dream state, I repeatedly return to a house that I rented for nine years of my young adult. It has a unsettling story to tell; a past history of failed businesses, divorces, malefic squatters, domestic abuse and suicide. I too, was on the receiving end of unfortunate experiences and I wonder if there was some kind of stagnant energy or haunting of some sort that overshadowed it. It certainly wasn't on the 'Shady Side of the Street' - it was a plain 2 up/2 down, at the top of a hill that overlooked a seaside resort.

Anyway, said friend recommended that I retrace my steps back to the unconscious. Why did I return there and not my childhood homes/other rented properties or indeed the home I have lived in for the past twenty three years? I thought about what he had said and managed to locate a pattern within these dreams, where tokens, songs and poetry played a part. I hadn't realised that I had other repetative dream cycles - just that my psyche was most upset on the place that it had settled. I jokingly refer to it as '9 Grimmauld Place' as a nod to the sinister building pre HP5 OOTP (although the OOTP place was number 12).

What he said made me think - "You return there because this is a place that a lot of damage was done." I was jolted; for some reason I hadn't seen it as that - but he was right. You know when that is the case, because is strikes at the core and resonates like a temple bell. Sometimes it takes another person to point out the obvious. In seeing this, I think I am part way understanding myself a bit more.

I owe that guy breakfast (or at the very least a steaming pot of tea).

Dreams are such funny things. Last night, I dreamt about getting hold of an old push lawnmower - from my sisters house to a friend in the village. I picked it up in my old red peugeot, brought it back home and tried it out on our lawn. It was too hard to push and woke up wondering why I didn't lend them the strimmer instead.

I think I am worrying about the garden too much. Fence panels on all sides were damaged in one of the gales, then damaged again in a recent gale. Lost a total of three fence panels and can't really get them replaced until just after Easter. The winds would have dropped and it would be a lot easier.

Don't like NOT having boundaries - very psychological, huh?

Had another strange dream - combination of Endeavour and Ashes to Ashes (<---- specifically 'Operation Rose' which is ironic in itself). Both are cop shows, both are set in another generation ( former 1960s; later 1980s), both have Roger Allam in it. Overlapping somehow. Very odd - enough for me to pay attention to it. Roger Allam reminds me of Stratford Johns a little - wonder why the cop theme and the word 'rose' keeps coming up?

Current Music: OMD - Messages

Last night's dream...I was in a language laboratory, arguing that I hated nouns being changed into verbs, citing the ad for the new Toyota Aygo - Go 'Fun' Yourself. Told them another 'f' word and left.

Woke up with the chorus of this song in my head.

You're the match of Jerico
That will burn this whole madhouse down;
And I'll throw open like a walnut safe
More like a love that is a bottle of exquisite stuff, yes.

Current Music: Cocteau Twins - Iceblink Luck

I had a dream the other night, where I was on our local dunes and saw crows in cages (which I was trying to release). I saw a baby deer (yeah, I know - think I addressed it as 'Bambi' too) but I also found a 'fox mask' very similar to the icon below.

I am a fan of 'Mary Doodles' and this was uploaded earlier today, which broke the dream that I might of otherwise forgot (I also dreamt that one of my neighbours and dearest friend was typing her autobiography on the War Memorial !!! How bizarre - such is the strange imagery of dreams.)

Last night, I dreamt that I was in a massive Halls of Learning, that was based on the Plymouth University layout, but in fact was elsewhere. I was in the art block, where the walls were dark green and had green foam triangles sticking out it. I stared down the stairway that was very reminiscent of the staircase in film 'Vertigo,' except that instead of spiraling down, it was arranged as a series of boxes. It reminded me of the Kenwyn building at Truro College and I was at the foot of the stairs, sitting cross-legged like the teenagers do.

I was in a group of other students, when suddenly (in a panic), I realsed I had forgotten to hand in some crucial work to my main lecturer. I left all my worldly goods behind - a bag with a laptop in it, my new Kindle and my SmartPhone. I ran into the Fal Building to submit the work, only to find that Room F140 had disappeared. I was told that it had been "taken away" from me as I "didn't want it enough." I had an argument with whoever was in charge and suddenly, the room reinstated itself. In the furore of submitting the work on time, I had forgotten about my possessions left in this 'art block.' I knew by now that all of the students guarding it, would have just left it there and had gone home. I ran back to the block, fearing the worst, that I had left two grands worth of media equipment up for grabs. I thought that I was doomed, only to find it was still there - all intacta, present and correct.

What I found interesting, is that I was not the age that I am now - I was about 16 and dressed in hipster clothes of today's teen generation i.e. lots of greyscale knitted granny wear, black tights, white gymshoes and a knitted beenie hat. The laptop case was monochrome too, a raggy bag with Indian print on it.

I'm recalling it, because it left such an imprint on my psyche, I found myself pondering on it during today. I think it came up because the postmodern assignment was a bloody nightmare to do and I was worried that if I spent anymore time on it, it would eat into my time for the creative writing portfolio and mess up my swansong mini diss. Suffice to say that even though I procratinated a bit, I did concentrate more. That and I realised just how much I will miss Truro College in a way that I didn't with my previous college, Penwith. Especially Room F140 and the great lecturers I have had.

OK Mr Fry - I am dreaming about you again. Always on a bus too. Admittedly, this business of not having my own car is getting to me and Jungianists would say that this would represent my lack of motivation. As a well-known Oxford grad, it is not therefore unusual to have this man as influence in my dream - however, also with Kate Bush's music. He did a voice over for 50 words For Snow but not Joanni which is the music I heard in my dream last night.

How strange. Pleasant but strange. For the record, I bear no resemblance to Joan of Ark (the 'Joanni' of Kate's song), nor the celebrities mentioned.

( Joanni )

Current Music: Kate Bush - Joanni

Last night, I dreamt of Stephen Fry. Now, he is a person who can leave you feeling devasted by his eloquence or annoyed by his ubiquitousness - I fall into the former camp. In this dream, we were on a bus together, circling a whitewashed council estate. We were talking about the sounds of language, specifically talking about the German language ~~which is strange - especially since IRL, I want to learn Italian~~. Heaven knows why. I then remember his spoken piece on Kate Bush's '50 Words For Snow.' I think he has an amazing voice; Alan Rickman runs a close second.

Seems weird to hear that song when it has been one of the warmest days this year.

Saying that, I just love the sounds and patterns of language. It was specifically the words 'Blackbird Braille' that I heard - wonder what it all means?
( Lyrics - 50 Words For Snow )

Current Music: Kate Bush feat. Stephen Fry - 50 Words For Snow

( In Your Room Lyrics )

In your room...Last night, I dreamt of my old house (circa early nineties), but for irony's sake i will nickname it Grimmauld Place (I know - all the HP fans will be filled with distaste). The house was empty, save for the carpets and my old pale blue bedroom. Where time stands still....I slept on the oatmeal carpet, sun shone through the curtain-less window and I could feel the rays on my face. Will you let the morning come soon...? In this dream, I had woken and padded downstairs - to find a twin self sleeping on the hideous spiral carpet in my front room. I laid on my side, trying to reassure the twin self, who was cold and running with sweat - that everything was going to be OK. Or will you leave me lying here....? We both closed our eyes and the sun warmed our faces and the souls of our feet.

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Out of any dreams I have about the places I have lived, I only dream of this house. Not my childhood one, or the current one - I continually return here. I have mixed feelings about this place; I experienced a paradox of the emptiness of being lonely, but also the solitude of being alone. I was self-sufficient and and had the most 'unchecked' creativity there i.e. I did art that pleased me rather than other people (murals, indie music and tie-dye clothes - ah the nineties). Yet I would say that I am happier and have achieved more creatively (and more successfully) as a mature adult, where I am now. I have no yearnings to return to my twenties - in fact I would dread returning there, whether in my old house or otherwise. During the dream, I heard this song. Why do I feel that I have lost something?

Will I always be here?

Current Mood: empty
Current Music: Depeche Mode - In Your Room

I had this song in a dream a few days ago - I love Roy Orbison, but this one gives me beautiful chills

Only in dreams, in beautiful dreams...

Current Mood: Singing (for some reason)
Current Music: Roy Orbison - Only In Dreams

( And I want You So, It's An Obsession )
Eurythmics seem to be featuring heavily in my life at the moment - ironic bearing in mind my dream entry just now. Think it's because I am writing the 1984 essay - or at least trying to. I must admit it is looking a LOT better than a few days back. Today is the last day I can write it before the deadline. If I can't finish, the deadline is email by Sunday.

Current Mood: ironic
Current Music: Eurythmics - Love Is A Stranger

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Rubber Duck Dreaming
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Life on Mars - Camberwick Green
Ashes To Ashes - Uptown Girl
Dream Myself Alive
Train Dreams/The Fall
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Back to the Curious Nature of Dreams
9 Grimmauld Place
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Room F140
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Only In Dreams
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Entries tagged with dream

Rubber Duck Dreaming

Frontier Psychiatrist

Life on Mars - Camberwick Green

Ashes To Ashes - Uptown Girl

Dream Myself Alive

Train Dreams/The Fall

Grimmauld Mineshaft!

Back to the Curious Nature of Dreams

9 Grimmauld Place

Dream A Little Dream

Messages

Iceblink Luck

Kitsune Dream

Room F140

Joanni

Blackbird Braille

In Your Room

Only In Dreams

Love Is A Stranger