I am living on my own. I decide to drive to Canberra and I don't tell anyone I'm where I'm going. I drive to Dickson shopping centre. I have a secret post office box address there and I want to check if there is any mail to collect. It is a while since I last checked it. Before I get to the post office I meet a woman and we walk around the shops together. I think she is my friend, Penny (not my partner)
It is night time and I'm in bed with my mother. It is the early hours of the morning and I have woken up feeling very disoriented; Am I in Canberra or Sydney; am I going to work today or is it my day off? I realised that I haven't checked my post office box yet. Mum wakes up and she is feeling very disoriented as well. The End.
Following on from this dream, I had a very erotic dream. At the start of the dream I was dressed only in my underpants. My penis started to become erect. Soon the pressure of my erect penis against the fabric of my underpants became so intense I had to remove my underpants. There was someone with me who is watching my penis become erect. I cannot recall whether they were male, female or androgynous; friend or foe, or complete stranger, could even have been my mother from the previous dream, or my friend, Penny.
My own photo.
Dream notes and associations
Connections to my recent dream. Dickson post office has a large open square in front of it. The photo illustrating this dream is a photo of the open space near the post office.
This dream could be emergent phenomena from the homework on my recent dream.
The second dream seems to be answer to my complaints from the previous dream. I don't discover that I'm naked, I choose to remove my underpants even though it is to remove the pressure. And I have someone to witness to my nakedness. Not only to my nakedness but to the fact that I am sexually aroused as well. I can also make a connexion to memories as a teenager having an erection and someone noticing it and sexually molesting me.
My feelings throughout the dream and on awakening
Confused an disoriented, isolated
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Hi Lindsay, there’s some strong themes based around secrecy and disorientation in your first dream that may be worth exploring. Yes it’s almost as if the Comptroller of Dreams turned in your favour in your follow on dream.
The first dream also reminds me of the similar themes playing out in The Prostitute Part II: The Morning Glory
Hi Martina, I agree with you about the connection with the prostitute part2 dream. I hadn’t seen that before. Also, about the witness, I am wondering if it could possibly be you and/or Lara. The witness was interested in what was happening to me, but had no judgments about it. Which sounds like what you do as a counsellor.
Hi Lindsay, the non-judgment around you being naked sounds like an evolution re this ongoing theme.
The latest crop of dreams have been bringing a few memories to the surface. Starting with Sheila’s pussy, with the obvious replay of a memory but it brought up another memory. It was a hot January afternoon and I was attending a free Australia Day Rock Concert, put on by a local Canberra newspaper. It was a pause in the proceedings as one bands gear was being packed up and removed from the stage before the stage was made ready for the next act. I was feeling hot and tired, so I sat down, where I stood, cross-legged on the ground. There was this young teenage girl standing in front of me, and she was facing me. I knew her from our school, but not personally, she was in the year below me.. She was wearing a very short skirt, and from where I was sitting I could see she wasn’t wearing any underwear. There was this big, black triangle of pubic hair in front of my face. I can’t remember how long I sat there but I just couldn’t take my eyes of it. I’m sure the girl knew what I was looking at. But what I remember was just how naïve I was because I couldn’t understand why I couldn’t stop looking at it, or why I was getting an erection from looking at it.. I wasn’t that naïve I didn’t know what it was. In the language of the day we called it a box or a cunt. I don’t think pussy was used back then. This memory brought up another memory of an other concert. It was a Saturday night and I was down near the front of the stage and , whoever the band was, they were in full swing. We were packed in like sardines with everyone pressed up against other people. I could feel someone was pressed up against me behind me and I could feel like, what felt like, an erect penis being pressed into my buttocks. Soon a hand was coming around from behind me and was fondling my penis, through my jeans. When my penis became erect, the hand slipped inside my jeans and masturbated me. I never saw or found out who my abuser was. I don’t know what the person in front of me was thinking, but with the noise and the crowd, was probably unaware. I don’t think this memory had anything to do with Sheila’s pussy dream but I think it has a connection with the ‘another naked dream’.
Now my latest particularly the erotic follow on dream brought up 2 memories, aside from the general memories of someone noticing I had an erection and molesting or sexually abusing me.
As I have mentioned before during the eighties and nineties I hang out with a group of bohemian people. One weekend we went camping at a nudist resort. One day a lady and I we were sitting around having a chat, by ourselves, when my penis became erect for no reason at all. The lady was absolutely fascinated by this. She had seen an erect penis before but she had never seen a penis become erect before.
The other memory I think I have already mentioned this one to you. Back in the days when licensed clubs provided free gyms for members, I would regularly use the gym at the North Sydney Leagues Club. On this particular day it was packed. After I had a swim I headed for the sauna. The sauna was packed, all men, everyone of us were naked. I was sitting up the back. I had an erection. I did have my towel with me but it was folded up and I was sitting on it. If I stood up and retrieved it everyone would see that I had an erection. Eventually I managed to retrieve my towel, without standing up, and holding the towel in front of me, I left the sauna and went into a shower stall to have a shower and wait for my erection to go down. But it wouldn’t go down. I thought about masturbating myself, hoping that after ejaculating it would go down. But none of the shower stalls, or the toilet stalls had doors fitted. As I said it was very busy and someone would have noticed me masturbating. I tried wrapping a towel around my waist but that made it even more obvious. Eventually I had to walk naked, with an erection, down to the change area and dry myself and dress my self in full view of everyone, as they was no private spaces available. No one said anything. I wasn’t banned from the gym forever. And I wasn’t molested or sexually abused either. I did think later that I could have hung my towel over the doorway of the shower stall and that would have given me the privacy I needed to masturbate myself. I don’t think that was the origin of the recurring dream where I discover I’m naked and no one notices. I have been having those dreams since I was in my late teens, early twenties.