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Meal Competition, Mess and Sensei dream 23-04-23 – work up

I’ll preface by saying that I have been, of late, considering taking up Iaidō. There is a practitioner in my local village and my former sensei was taught this direct by various Japanese masters.

The dream starts in a rather hectic setting onboard an old {!} metallic navy vessel {awareness with respect to relationships} docked {stuck?} in a harbour area {playing it safe?}. There is a competition about to begin in which the participants must all cook a snack {desire for spiritual nourishment} using whatever they can find. There is no obvious kitchen or pantry. We are to team up into pairs of two {humility and understanding, need for. Symbol of destiny.}.Next to me is stood a young man who is overweight and dressed formally {a feeling of pompousness here}. I say to him that we should team up. He agrees.  I am clearly much older and more decrepit then he.

We find on the boat {awareness with respect to relationships} a canister of gas {fuel energy?} which I rig up into a kind of burner. There are some pieces of steel which I bend with my hands {realtionships with life or the world } into a cooking vessel. {desire for spiritual nourishment} He looks around and comes up with some plates made of pewter with a blue {humility and understanding} paint decoration on the circumference. {Blue circle around the plate. Circle = sobriety, inclusiveness, unity}

I run off looking for food. {desire for spiritual nourishment} I find two {humility and understanding, need for. Symbol of destiny.} eggs {new beginning /life} in a nest and an old {old} loaf of bread. I take them back to the younger man. He starts to toast the bread and I seek out some water {love} to cook the eggs. All around the other teams are frantically gathering things.

With the water {love} we cook the eggs and place them on top of the toast. It is far from perfect. Along with the others we present the meal {desire for spiritual nourishment} to the judges {law – balance or lack of balance} one of who is my former sensei, Mike Finn. We do not win the first competition because others have found more exotic materials. {Fancy at first, showy} The other contestants have made a truly massive mess, it is strewn everywhere. Our bench is messy but tidy in comparison. {Mess is a self-explanatory theme}

Finn sensei notes to everyone that I alone have taken time out of my other duties at the hospital {Healing} to take part in the competition. There I am the caregiver to a number of people. {I heal and nourish}.

{I see Finn sensei as an example of a man who does exactly as he says. He is the epitome of no bullshit. Off the mat he is a man interested in everything, warm, relaxed and inquisitive. On the mat he is boss, simple as. He can heal and destroy. He is straightforward, decent and a font of knowledge of all things Japanese martial. He is Bushidō or Budō, a warrior.}

The competitors disperse.

Some time later when I have finished my shift in the hospital {need for Healing, I am doing it not getting it}. I come back to the competition area. The judging panel have not moved. {balance} I start to tidy up all the mess we have made. Finn sensei notes that I alone have so far been impeccable. I am the only one who is trying to clean up the mess. He says that the mess I have created is tiny in comparison to that made by others. Some of the other competitors hear this and are sheepish.

I find a large metal manhole cover which is held down by metal screws. I take out my Swiss army penknife and select the tiny screwdriver. I start to undo the screws. It is slow and painstaking. {lifting the lid on something hidden and screwed tightly down so that it does not get out} The overweight man joins me. He apologises because he has been slagging {the fat man is a metaphor for others also slagging me off} and had failed to understand the purpose of the competition {he like others had the wrong end of the stick}. We work slowly and lift the lid which we add to a skip. Soon our area is clear whilst that of the others is strewn with waste and debris.

Nearby is the dojo {place of learning / training}. I am allowed to enter it as is my companion, on my say so and recommendation. The others must get busy clearing up their mess which they are very reluctant to do. They are sulking that they have to try to clear up the mess.

The dream ends and I consider it a good omen for exploring the Iaidō options locally…

First pass interpretation

The dream suggests that in so far as relationships {with me} are concerned others have made an almighty mess which they are reluctant to attempt to clear up. There is no balance and only I have made any effort to clear up the mess. My nature is to nourish and aid healing. Out of spiritual nourishment which I am able to prepare {with love} and provide it is possible that a new beginning might be found.  One which is more united and inclusive. Only I am being / have been impeccable.

The new beginning comes from simplicity not showiness. It requires effort. Unless the mess is cleared up this will not be possible. There are hidden secrets and people have misunderstood me. There has been ill founded criticism and gossip. Ultimately, I have the say so on who does and does not learn. People are petulant and unwilling to address the mess which they have caused.

Dreams

Meal Competition, Mess and Sensei dream 23-04-23

I’ll preface by saying that I have been, of late, considering taking up Iaidō. There is a practitioner in my local village and my former sensei was taught this direct by various Japanese masters.

The dream starts in a rather hectic setting onboard an old metallic navy vessel docked in a harbour area. There is a competition about to begin in which the participants must all cook a snack using whatever they can find. There is no obvious kitchen or pantry. We are to team up into pairs of two. Next to me is stood a young man who is overweight and dressed formally. I say to him that we should team up. He agrees.  I am clearly much older and more decrepit than he.

We find on the boat a canister of gas which I rig up into a kind of burner. There are some pieces of steel which I bend with my hands into a cooking vessel. He looks around and comes up with some plates made of pewter with a blue paint decoration on the circumference.

I run off looking for food. I find two eggs in a nest and an old loaf of bread. I take them back to the younger man. He starts to toast the bread and I seek out some water to cook the eggs. All around the other teams are frantically gathering things.

With the water we cook the eggs and place them on top of the toast. It is far from perfect. Along with the others we present the meal to the judges one of whom is my former sensei, Mike Finn. We do not win the first competition because others have found more exotic materials. The other contestants have made a truly massive mess, it is strewn everywhere. Our bench is messy but tidy in comparison.

Finn sensei notes to everyone that I alone have taken time out of my other duties at the hospital to take part in the competition. There I am the caregiver to a number of people.

The competitors disperse.

Some time later when I have finished my shift in the hospital. I come back to the competition area. The judging panel have not moved. I start to tidy up all the mess we have made. Finn sensei notes that I alone have so far been impeccable. I am the only one who is trying to clean up the mess. He says that the mess I have created is tiny in comparison to that made by others. Some of the other competitors hear this and are sheepish.

I find a large metal manhole cover which is held down by metal screws. I take out my Swiss army penknife and select the tiny screwdriver. I start to undo the screws. It is slow and painstaking. The overweight man joins me. He apologises because he has been slagging me off and had failed to understand the purpose of the competition. We work slowly and lift the lid which we add to a skip. Soon our area is clear whilst that of the others is strewn with waste and debris.

Nearby is the dojo. I am allowed to enter it as is my companion, on my say so and recommendation. The others must get busy clearing up their mess which they are very reluctant to do. They are sulking that they have to try to clear up the mess.

The dream ends and I consider it a good omen for exploring the Iaidō options locally…

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Threefold Ginormous Mess Dream 17-01-23

It is impossible to recall all of this because it went on for a very long time both before and after a short waking break. Here is the gist.

The dream starts in a very upmarket high specification domestic kitchen. I am tasked with cooking a meal therein. However, the kitchen is an absolute “bomb site”. All the surfaces are covered with plates, condiments, and debris. I remonstrate to the owner that they need to clear this mess up if they want me to cook. The mess is huge and it is of their making. The owner does not accept that the mess is a) bad and b) of their own making. I start to try to cook on the range. I have a clean pan and am able to gather some ingredients together in the sink. It is very difficult to work with all the heavily cluttered surfaces. I know in the dream that this is a metaphor for a huge mess in the web of life made by others. It is not my responsibility to clean up this mess but until it is cleared I cannot “cook” or do anything meaningful.

I am now in a laboratory setting. The laboratory is beyond chaotic. There are glassware and books everywhere. There are lab electronics, computers and displays. The optical table is littered with unmounted optics. The place is very unkempt. Again, I know that the mess is not of my making. The algorithm for convergence, a variational quantum method, is failing to converge. With each day it is more and more divergent. I know that we could use Møller-Plesset perturbation theory with a large basis set. A larger basis set is perhaps the answer. This might help the problem to converge. But the lab owners fail to accept that the mess is of their origin, so there is no chance that they will listen to my advice.

I am now in a house in South London. I am trying to figure out a way to solve the mess. A black woman is looking into my house. On the floor are rubble, empty cans and strips of pharmaceuticals. This is not the ideal place for me to work. The havoc in my house has not been caused by me. The terrible mess has been made by others. In the background I can hear, “They should not have killed Biko, Biko never trouble no one.” The black woman sighs and turns away.

Dream ends.

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Mess Projectile Vomiting Dream 22-08-22

This dream follows on from a whole series of dreams which both the wife and I have had over the years concerning other people’s mess. The mess is often associated with named individuals. We often find ourselves surrounded my mess, chaos and disorder created by other people.

Here is this morning’s dream.

I am upstairs in a house; it is not my house. I am stood by a chest of drawers and there is a white baby changing mat on top of it. In my arms is a small child/baby. It starts to cough and brings up a little bit of vomit which lands on the baby changing mat. I know that this is the start. I hook the baby in my arms in a way that I can get my cupped hands together in front of its mouth. It proceeds to vomit liquid into my hands as I rush it to the bathroom sink. The vomit overflows my hands, and some lands on the landing carpet. Some runs down my arms and into my sleeves.

I get the baby into the bathroom and over the sink. Where it continues to vomit including now solid bits. The baby finishes and we are both covered in vomit. In the dream I know this to be metaphorical as well as vomit. I take the shower head and wash off the baby’s face and chin. I sit the baby down on the sink and wash out my sleeves. We are both very wet. I put the baby back over my right shoulder where it stays hanging without me holding it.

I look around the house it is very disorderly and in a shabby messy state. I go downstairs to get clean dry clothes for the baby and the mess continues. Toys are strewn everywhere and there is mess. P is there as is J {who is dead} and J who is alive. These are my relatives. In the dream I know that the mess is not only of their making others have had a significant hand in it. I say that I will see what I can salvage from the recycling.

At this the baby begins to vomit down my back. I sense that the baby does not want me to go. So, I explain to it that I am not going yet. I am simply going to check the recycling. The baby understands and stops vomiting.

The baby remains attached to my shoulder.

I go to the foot of the stairs and ask P and J {dead} if they want some gloves before we search in the recycling and if so, how many. P says she wants 2.  I go upstairs to the bathroom. There on the sink is a very large partially dried out turd and piece of wood {flotsam and jetsam}. I get six blue nitrile examination gloves out of the box thinking how come I am often having to clean up other people’s messes.

Dream ends.