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After the match

We celebrated,and though I am not hungover, my dreams were mainly alcohol inspired, so not worth recording as any kind of record of my psyche. But sometimes landscapes, routes or paths recur with a strong sense of being real places.One such turned up last night, very clearly, a pathway near Bermondsey or down Southwark way, which starts real enough with a bright cheap little cafe full of people, and then becomes a road near a cliff's edge.

Across from that edge was a kind of man-made edifice where apes sat rather bored; generic primates, larger than chimps,smaller than gorillas with few defining characteristics. They are not very interesting. But turning north, there were the most huge eagles/vultures/hawks I had ever seen. Some even had saddles. They were kept there by chains around neck or feet, but still could fly, though not away from the site. Alongside there was a path, and I knew, from other dreams,where it leads. It goes to a castle which,in my dreamland, folk equate with Arthur. The outside is carved of pale, almost yellow, stone with strange figures on it,covered with slick black soot. Many of the faces and details have been worn away by time and rain.

There is a recurring theme in my dreams, of a road with an old ruin/great building beside it into which I somehow never make my way. I used to have it about a cathedral under ground, a place slipping away down a sort of tunnel.

It would be interesting to use lucid dreaming techniques to get into the old castle. But that feels like cheating somehow.

Meanwhile, looks like a visit to Japan in 2019, provided the tickets aren't ridiculously expensive. Could be wonderful!

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mallorys_camera
Feb. 12th, 2017 02:56 pm (UTC)
There is a recurring theme in my dreams, of a road with an old ruin/great building beside it into which I somehow never make my way. I used to have it about a cathedral under ground, a place slipping away down a sort of tunnel.

I have a similar recurring theme -- the Brooklyn Museum. Which exists in real time and is a very nice museum -- Egyptian cat mummies! A spectacular collection of John Singer Sargent drawings and sketches! But the real museum is not what I dream about: I dream about this building, which has turrets and drawbridges and swinging bridges, and is the citadel of all knowledge. And in my dreams, it's called the Brooklyn Museum.
smokingboot
Feb. 14th, 2017 08:47 am (UTC)
Oh, I know exactly what you mean! I have the same dream about places familiar with names I know well, but they aren't actually the places I recall. The Brooklyn museum sounds fabulous, both the real and imagined versions. I love JSS! Have you ever been in your citadel of all knowledge?
mallorys_camera
Feb. 14th, 2017 12:23 pm (UTC)
I've never gotten inside it, no.

I've walked a bit on the swinging bridges and explored the terraced gardens, though.
nyarbaggytep
Feb. 13th, 2017 10:22 pm (UTC)
I had a series of rather lovely dreams about a ruined underground cathedral with kestrels in.
smokingboot
Feb. 14th, 2017 08:42 am (UTC)
That sounds fascinating! I wonder why kestrels?
nyarbaggytep
Feb. 15th, 2017 10:18 pm (UTC)
Maybe they were catholic kestrels? ;)
smokingboot
Feb. 16th, 2017 09:43 am (UTC)
Training to be gargoyles?
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