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Town Encounter

23 Feb

It begins, as it always does.  A sudden recognition of my situation, this time sitting outside on a bench in the sun.  The bench is one of those metal ones that retains its coldness despite how long you sit there and has a lattice back, it’s also blue but the paint is flaking.  At right angles from me is another bench and a man sits there, he has long blonde hair and for some reason I know he is Australian.

Treemendous

Looking at my surroundings, there are plenty of shops lining the thoroughfare, it’s quiet here despite that, perhaps it is not one of the main arteries of the town.  There are trees at regimental intervals with lush green leaves which seem to revel in the sunshine they bask in.  I have a book naturally,  and it rests on my knees open, the ideas of page leafs and tree leaves amuses me.

I hear a bang above me and look up, the buildings rise three stories and one of the windows opening has startled the peaceful scene.  There is a lady there  with dark hair, she waves at me, well I assume its me but in these situations you never know, so that mortified do-I-acknowledge-said-person-or-not worry kicks in.  After waving back like a reckless fool, a bit of paper is thrown from the window which flutters towards me which I expertly snatch out of the air.

I look up but she is just staring back, so my attention is drawn to the paper, it is a little pink leaflet detailing treatments at a ladies spa.  Perplexed I look up to see the smiling face retreating from the window.  The Australian man has stealthily joined me and between us we can make no sense of the hidden message that probably isn’t there.  I woke up before anything else happened so have no idea what it all meant but then again aren’t dreams are meant to be mystifying.

Like any man I typically become pathetic at the least sign of affliction, of which a side effect of this is my weird dreams.  Once I knew that if I turned over my trusty hot water bottle in real life, I would have to put all the blobs back into one political party, I did that because I am foolish and then lived in a waking nightmare all night of continually doing such a thankless task in my waking/asleep state.

That is not to mention reliving the classic scene from Empire Strikes Back, fighting in the battle of Hoth as well as an endless Grand Prix race which kept resetting whenever I came to my senses, despite how awake I made myself.  Now I am in bed and am probably going to watch Disney’s classic 1953 Alice in Wonderland to give me even more strange dreams, I am a glutton for bizarre punishment which , if nothing else leads to some vaguely amusing blog posts.

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46 responses to “Town Encounter

  1. shadowoperator

    23/02/2015 at 19:04

    Hi, Ste J! Believe me, I can be a real bore on the subject of my dreams, which are most often weird and bizarre, to the point where my family groans and shushes me whenever I start a sentence with what to me are magical storytelling words: “I had the strangest dream last night….” But dreams are important and interesting, and you should try to decide (but not via Freud, for whom everything was sex) what the dream means. Even the very innovative Jung had sorts of formulae to describe the symbolism in dreams, but I’ve always thought that the dreamer himself or herself is the only one who really understands his or her own dream symbolism. Just as somehow, you knew that the man in your dream was from Australia. And after all, it’s always fun being self-obsessed, isn’t it? It makes up for all the bizarre things which happen in “real life” that we have no hopes at all of decoding!

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    • Ste J

      23/02/2015 at 19:17

      Dreams are fascinating, I am unsure if I prefer the mystery or should look it up and then of course should I trust my own interpretations. I do enjoy odd stories from people so feel free to regale me with your whimsical tales of mental madness. I gave up on working up real life a bit ago but this dream thing could have merit. Perhaps it was just my creaky brain settling down or maybe it is the cure to a better planet, that is what I shall think to give myself a ridiculous sense of self importance.

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  2. shadowoperator

    23/02/2015 at 21:42

    Okay, here goes, my favorite dream of all time! I was with a slightly older man who, in real life, wasn’t treating me very well. He and I entered a movie theatre, one in which the stairs to the balcony were at either side of the lobby. We went to the staircase on the left-hand side, but there was a wooden horse across it with a chain which read something like “Closed for repairs,” or some other prohibition like that. We ignored the sign and went on up the stairs. When we got to the top, there wasn’t a balcony there, but a dense and beautiful forest. But suddenly a huge bull with golden eyes and two huge wings meeting on its chest instead of sprouting from its shoulders was in front of us. I was scared out of my wits, and even though I am not a Catholic nor even particularly religious, I hastily crossed myself. (I think the image of the bull, and perhaps the remote suggestion to cross myself, came from an at the time recent viewing of one of the Evangelical books in the “Book of Kells,” I’m not sure, but I think it’s the Gospel of Mark. It’s suggestive also because the man I was with, who very much faded into the background when the bull appeared, was Irish and Catholic like the hand-crossing and “The Book of Kells”.) But in a voice of thunder, the bull answered my self-protective gesture by saying “It’s all one to me.” This reminded me that I am a Taurus by birth, so I guess there was some pagan self-glorification going on as well. Then, the bull faded into only a tracing of golden glitter around its outline. Suddenly the glitter converged on a point, darted into the trees, and made an outline of a Christ figure on the other side of the trees, making a Chi Rho sign with its hands (more weird magic than Christianity per se, I’d say!). I went on by myself and reached a clearing, and needed to get away from something or someone who was pursuing me with bad intent, and on the instant, a white horse appeared, rearing and whinnying. I got on bareback and rode away across a country landscape until I reached a small white house in the woods. There, I consulted with some sort of wise woman or good witch who made potions. The dream ended with my horse coming back to me, and me approaching it. As you can see, there is a lot of power-playing and wish fulfillment going on in this dream. I had it about 37 years ago, and can still remember all these details (and aren’t you sorry now that you asked????!!!???)

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    • Ste J

      25/02/2015 at 19:40

      Wow, that is awesome, to have been so vivid as to stay with you. I am glad I asked as there is a ton to digest there. I find all the religious imagery well and from now on I will definitely ignore all signs that are keeping me out of somewhere for my safety. I do this for the blog of course, a noble cause.

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      • shadowoperator

        25/02/2015 at 19:53

        Actually, since the man in my dream was quite a rotter, as it turned out, I would have been well advised to regard him as “closed for repairs”! Still, somehow in the dream he became unimportant and I shook him off and went on to other adventures, so maybe that was prophetic in a good way. And I suppose wisdom is sometimes acquired by ignoring warning signs, even if it’s painful wisdom. I just hope that if you get in the habit of ignoring warning signs for the noble sake of your blog, that you don’t experience too much pain, but instead have whimsical and odd dreams (I’m intrigued by your ability to spot an Australian on sight, but I suspect he had a diggery-do–is that the way you spell it?–and therefore you were clued in. Otherwise, I have to regard your ability as uncanny!)

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        • Ste J

          25/02/2015 at 20:08

          I think I will wear a hard hat to bed just in case. I’m not sure why I knew he was Australian, I don’t remember a hat with corks hanging from it but dream images do fade over time. Warning signs are only worth reading if they are humorous.

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  3. Elizabeth Melton Parsons

    23/02/2015 at 22:44

    😀 Oh, how mysterious. I love mysteries. I have bizarre dreams too, Ste. My husband’s dreams are always about danger of some kind. I guess we are all strange creatures during our sleeping hours, which some people believe is actual reality and our waking hours are only dreams. That belief is pretty bizarre to me. Have a great evening and sleep tight. 😉

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    • Ste J

      25/02/2015 at 19:37

      If my waking hours are a dream, then it is sometimes the most boring time, well just the going to work bit of course. I like that we can have our bizarre whimsy, it is a shame people can share it like on a TV channel.

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  4. gargoylebruce

    24/02/2015 at 00:47

    Australian bloke, long blonde hair…..that’ll be Darren I reckon. From down Murwillumbah way.

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    • Ste J

      25/02/2015 at 19:34

      I had to Google that name as your places always sound like they were made up by a drunk man with a didgeridoo.

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      • shadowoperator

        25/02/2015 at 19:56

        Ah-ha! It always pays to read all responses! Now I know how to spell “didgeridoo,” as I tried to in my response!

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      • gargoylebruce

        25/02/2015 at 21:40

        And so they probably were. It’s just over the border from Queensland.

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      • gargoylebruce

        25/02/2015 at 21:42

        Although the Europeans came up with some classics themselves. Bald Knob and Dismal Swamp spring to mind,

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      • gargoylebruce

        25/02/2015 at 21:59

        And on third thought, the difficult place names are probably payback to the Europeans for introducing the grog to the indigenous population in the first place.

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        • Ste J

          27/02/2015 at 20:04

          Payback, I believe that has been amply given back with all your quality TV shows such as Neighbours and Home and Away. We do have a penchant for humrpus names, I enjoy Crapstone and Birdlip from over here.

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  5. Tom

    24/02/2015 at 07:45

    I bet that man was actually a Kiwi.

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    • Ste J

      25/02/2015 at 19:33

      Ha! You sir, never fail to amuse me.

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  6. Sherri

    24/02/2015 at 14:41

    Sounds like you had a busy night Ste! You had me though, I honestly didn’t realise it was a dream at first and kept thinking ‘how utterly odd’. And the Australian too? Hmmm…what could it all mean I wonder? A trip to a spa in Australia coming up any time soon I wonder? Beautiful photo…

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    • Ste J

      25/02/2015 at 20:13

      I am sneaky like that, it’s like when Waking the Dead did that series when they revealed who did it and then showed how they detectives worked it out, strange decision for a murder mystery but there you go. If any Australian spas are reading this I will gladly review your place for some free stuff!

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    • Jeff

      26/02/2015 at 14:19

      Sherri / Ste J

      The post had me at first too.

      Interesting how in sleep there are also things you ‘know’ without knowing why.

      I used to read this blog many years ago:
      http://wakingfinnegan.blogspot.co.uk/

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      • Ste J

        01/03/2015 at 20:36

        Fascinating blog, thanks for sharing. We never question what we know in dreams yet in real life when i decide I know stuff, it is always wrong…waking life is stupid.

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        • Jeff

          01/03/2015 at 20:56

          I guess that’s because waking life has so ways for discovering that you’re wrong!

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      • Sherri

        02/03/2015 at 14:09

        Thanks for the link Jeff, as Ste says, that really does make for a fascinating read. I’ve been thinking of dreams lately as I was considering writing about one I had recurrently as a girl and which I’ve never forgotten. It took on some significance in later life as it turned out. I thought of using it as a prologue to my book as I felt it was pertinent, but then I read that apparently two things that put agents and publishers off these days are starting a book with a) a prologue and b) a dream. Ha! But you make an interesting point Ste about never questioning what we know in dreams. You have me thinking yet again…

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        • Ste J

          03/03/2015 at 21:09

          Excellent, thinking is what I always wish to get people doing, that and wearing amusing costumes of fruit. It is strange that prologues would put people off, if it suits the book and the writing is good then what’s the problem? It strikes me that these people are too picky and should approach each story with an open mind.

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  7. Theanne aka magnoliamoonpie

    24/02/2015 at 14:58

    I love my dreams, the quirkier the better…yours was quite entertaining…I particularly like how your mind worked in the the sun shining through the tree leaves…excellent 🙂

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    • Ste J

      25/02/2015 at 19:41

      I blame that on a sentence from War and Peace which is particularly memorable to my mind even though I have forgotten the words. I normally don’t remember my dreams but every so often one comes along that is blog worthy and this pleases Ste.

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  8. Jilanne Hoffmann

    24/02/2015 at 18:57

    I fear, my dear, that you are about to disappear down the rabbit hole. Please leave breadcrumbs…

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    • Ste J

      25/02/2015 at 20:02

      Sadly I didn’t get any freaky Alice style dreams which would have been really awesome but perhaps would be more fun when least expecting it.

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  9. Lyn

    24/02/2015 at 23:46

    I often have strange adventure/mystery dreams and love it. Even in the dream I know I’m dreaming and think, “This would make a great story.” Sometimes I remember them fully and other times, sadly, just bits and pieces.

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    • Ste J

      25/02/2015 at 19:59

      If you know you are dreaming, you should try and bend them to your will and do as you wish, I have done this to a limited extent and it is pretty awesome.

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  10. vsvevg

    25/02/2015 at 02:43

    I love dreams, I write them down and use them for poetry fodder, the weirder the better. I think this one means you should treat yourself to a spa treatment, perhaps a full body eucalyptus wrap.

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    • Ste J

      25/02/2015 at 19:50

      Yes I do need a bit of pampering, I do think I have a dry forehead, so maybe that is the answer to the cryptic puzzle. Thanks for helping me solve the puzzle.

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  11. writersideup

    25/02/2015 at 04:56

    Ste J, the first thing I noticed, aside from the title, was this gorgeous picture of tree leaves. Did you take it? That’s the first thing.

    Then, as I’m reading I’m thinking Wait—isn’t it winter there, too? When you finally mentioned it was a dream I understood why I felt confused! lol

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    • Ste J

      25/02/2015 at 19:48

      I didn’t take it and I couldn’t actually find anybody to attribute it to sadly. I do like some misdirection in my posts hehe, I didn’t want to reveal things to early and spoil the fun.

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      • writersideup

        26/02/2015 at 20:09

        And it was definitely fun 🙂 I don’t remember most of my dreams, but I’m happy to report that I had some unusual dreams this morning. One was a cartoon which converted into a picture book story, then the second one WAS a picture book. This is the first time I remember actually dreaming in “picture book” mode, “writing” them! Since I was awakened at the right time, but couldn’t truly wake up, I hovered in that treasured hypnopompic state and then semi-consciously “wrote” the book that was sparked by the dream. I’m struggling getting it down on paper ’cause I’m even spacier than my normal spaciness, but it’s a good one 🙂

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  12. Aquileana

    27/02/2015 at 03:59

    Excellent post… I love your writing and I think that this sentence is powerful: . I woke up before anything else happened so have no idea what it all meant but then again aren’t dreams are meant to be mystifying..
    I wonder if there is a sort of Alter ego game on your brief story… I assume I may be right!. All the best to you!, Aquileana 😀

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    • Ste J

      01/03/2015 at 20:33

      I wish I had a rich alter ego, then I could go around and spend his money hehe.

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  13. Christy Birmingham

    27/02/2015 at 17:28

    Sometimes I remember dreams but most times I do not. Other times I just cannot sleep for the life of me. I have a feeling the Cheshire Cat gave you a good dose of weird dreams later on.

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    • Ste J

      27/02/2015 at 20:15

      Cheshire Cat grinned right into my imagination, that’s calming down now as I feel better, stretching my leg to the pub may be an option tomorrow!

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  14. RoSy

    09/03/2015 at 01:42

    I have had some odd dreams lately. Then again – I find most all dreams odd to begin with. I sure wish I could interpret them. My fave dreams are the ones were my departed loved ones appear. I miss my brother & hope that he visits soon.
    I wonder if he knows that Australian man that was in your dream, or that lady. LOL

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    • Ste J

      10/03/2015 at 19:46

      I hear the dream world is a close knit community so it is nice to think that our dreams intermix as do our social lives. I like your favourite dreams, it just shows that we never really lose our loved ones.

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