Dream journey
I’ve heard its good to keep a log of the dreams you have so you can go back to them and try and make sense of them at a later date, a lot of crazy things
happening in my life in the past few years and if anything it could just turn into a hobby i can keep.

About me
My name is Adam ‘Fez’ Ferris, I’m a 27 year old, Caucasian, divorced, straight male. father of a three year old daughter named Scarlett. I’m a royal navy
submariner, nuclear weapons engineering division and in a relationship with a beautiful hairdresser named Laura. guitarist of 14 years, amateur photographer, anime
illustrator, huge nintendo fan. both me and Laura are massive tattoo enthusiasts, we love everything about it, from the types of ink to the carbon transfers,
the engineering into the machines to the final product. i have a beard. it is ginger. i call it Odin.
     
Between dreams
     February 1st 2015. I’d already been down the submarine to make sure I’m comfortable with the way it differs from my former platform from the hours
of 0800 until 1130 We went down with a good friend of mine Richie Cunningham. its his last few weeks of being in the navy and we spend a great deal of
our down time together. After we had come back from familiarising ourselves with the new submarine we decided that at 1400 we would go out and get a
bite to eat as a sort of “last good meal” before the real work starts. I had a medium rare 14 Oz Angus steak (was slightly undercooked though) and he had
a mixed grill. We finished up and checked the football scores before proceeding to the car to go back to base when we decided a ice cream from the
fantastic din’s. Got back around 1530/1600 to which i decided to get into bed and watch my favourite anime ‘Bleach’, it’s an incredible story about a young
ginger haired teenager who gains powers of a soul reaper, basically a badass americanised Ninja/Shinigami.
I must of dozed of for a few hours because i woke at around 1800 to a call from my girlfriend Laura, i tried to explain some of it to her but i was in that half woken/
half asleep daze.

The Dream
…Im not 100% when it started because i was still watching my anime when i hear my door open, i noticed the shadows and heard the footsteps. i feel Laura’s
side of the bed go cold as the covers were lifted for someone to get in. To my shock it wasn’t Laura, it was a male friend from back home called Funboy. I heard
from the rooms below and assumed i was at some sort of party, i instantly felt like id drank my body weight in Jamersons and it had got the better of me so id
gone to bed. now it isn’t strange for me to share a bed with a male, growing up playing in bands and gigging all around the country we sometimes had no choice.
It was always for the purpose of rest, so ignored it and tried to get back to sleep. I was pissed of because i felt an arm go around me, i wasn’t comfortable with this
and i promptly moved it, it came back, i moved it again, it came back. this went on for a while and after a few more times i lost my temper and told him to “F*** OFF”
followed closely by the words, ‘your, i’ll, nose, headset, break, if, again, you, and, that, do’ and pushed him out the bed until he fell, he stood up and tried to kiss me
so i made my threat real and head butted him and then walked him to the door, opened it and turned the light on. it was only then i realised it wasn’t fun boy, it was
my friend Gaz. now i know I’m not homosexual in the slightest, I’m not homophobic by any means but I’m not that way inclined.

back to the dream, i told him that he could go and have the bed, I’m off to the party again. it was then i realised that my bath room had changed, i went in to find there
was no shower anymore, just a toilet and sink. the new bathroom was huge but poorly decorated, it had a sort of poor indian decor. A man of indian genes came out
the WC, washing his hands then left. he clearly wasn’t surprised that i was there so i can only assume i was in some form of shared bathroom. i live in a 7 story,
university style dorm style building. so again, it made sense to share a bathroom i guess. Anyway, i followed the noise and ended up in a party where i seen my old friends
Sarah jane, Olivia graham and maggie. There were about 50 people, but they were the ones that stuck in my mind, maggie and SJ know each other and are best
friends, i haven’t seen or heard from Olivia in nearly a decade. we heard a baby start crying so i made the conscious effort of making sure everyone had at least a couch
and a good amount of blankets. As it turned out there was like 5, really wealthy almost tacky huge sofa’s, they each got one, they sat and chatted away, as girls do
After having my nap, i wasn’t tired so i decided to explore this new building. it was all similar to the bathroom in terms of decor, all except the sofa’s, it was very strange.

The rest of the party goers, all seemed to be like the aforementioned man in the bathroom, only now it was a mix of males and females, some older, some younger, prettier
ugly etc. Only now i was wearing a very smart suit and i had another jamersons in my hand. i got into the swing of things and suddenly very quite tipsy and enjoying myself
meeting these incredible people who were all so lovely and dressed in the stereo typical indian clad, women jewelled form head to toe and many a moustache being
sported by the males. but again i left this building to explore further. i felt the cool breeze like it was the realest thing, i remember taking a deep breath to try and prepare
myself for what was about to happen because i realised i was on a “Malia/Kavos” style strip of bars, neon lights, street performers, holiday goers, stag do’s and hen parties.

i went into a bar that had a live band playing so i was naturally interested in it because of my past with music. i got in and starting nodding my head to the kick of the
bass drum, i started to talk to a fellow bearded guy about the navy and music and of course, beards. He was wearing a royal blue body warmer with a thin, grey, long
sleeved top underneath, blue jeans and timberland boots. Out of no where the bouncers jumped on him, knocking me over in their wake. they cuffed him and took him
away and by this point id sat up, but just before they took him away he shouted “indian man, green jaguar, hurting children, HE CANT CARRY ON!!!” and at that point
the police had turned up in a very peculiar blue uniform with strange shaped hats. stared at me then threw him into a van. a girl and a boy helped to my feet, we all
exchanged a look and gently eased back into the atmosphere of the band.

the night was getting older and the sky was getting lighter, i thought id have one last mooch about to see if i could make sense of where i was. trailing behind a group of
staggering men all clearly to drunk to do anything more than accept defeat and face the fact that they were sleeping alone tonight. after the incident in the bar id decided
to stop drinking and get my wits together. there was a beautiful brunette (sorry Laura, it was a dream, i can’t help it) who seemed more angry than drunk. we kept doing
that thing where you see someone, exchange a smile and a nod, second time its a smile, nod and a gentle joke “fancy seeing you here” or the likes. Again our paths
crossed and one of us was inevitably going to say “are you following me?” all in jest of course. finally she gave a real smile and bared her teeth. she had on black heels on,
almost velvet in material, long “British tanned” legs, a skirt that was a tad shorter than any father would approve of, made of a glittered sequence and a tight black boob tube.
her face was caring and slight whilst hold a certain state of mystery, long dark brown hair, carefully manipulated into the way that best extenuated her facial features, bright
white teeth and a beauty mark on her left cheek.

she grabbed my hand and pulled me to her, gave me a soft kiss on the cheek and said ‘Lets go’. she lead me down the street and stopped at a wall with a tram line that ran
underneath, without a word or another kiss she started undoing my belt, unlatching every button and pull out my member. there were people constantly walking up and down
the strip and not batting an eyelid, i was shocked about what was happening but she carried on. spitting on her hand then going straight back to it, even though i was looking
around to see if anyone else was shocked by this i knew she never took her eyes off me. all of a sudden she had gone and i was in a completely different street surrounded
by more indian locals. only now i was dressed in jogger bottoms and a Liverpool FC jersey, i had some how managed to don a pair of my favourite black and white adidas samba’s
when it came round the corner……a green jaguar E-type.

there was a young child, maybe 6-8 years old paying in the street on a tricycle, i watched the car and knew it wasn’t slowing down. i shouted to whom i assume was the child's
mother she quickly dragged him out the road and gave me a thank you wave and a bow, the car raced passed and i heard the screech of breaks pads on callipers. i thought the
driver had stopped to avoid hitting something. i seen his arm go over the passenger headrest, reverse lights come on and he was deliberately aiming for the child and mother.
i darted over to him and punched his drivers window in, covering him in glass. i managed to get a weak punch on his chin that covered him in my blood and ironically hurt me
more by pushing the glass into my knuckles. He got out and stormed up to me but i held my ground and faced him. he was a larger fatter man, who if he got hold of me i would
of been in big trouble. he took a slow, heavy haymaker style swing at me but i was easily dodged, i was now behind him and put the full force of my heel into the back of his knee.
he was now performing a proposal position and didn’t see my right knee coming straight for his nose. He fell back and struggled to get up, i left it thinking he was going to leave.
He grabbed a small boy and threw him into the back of his car, and started to drive of. i have no idea where it came from but i had the ability to run about 50mph. obviously this
is completely impossible, but it was my dream. i caught the car and he had now stopped. i opened the back door and the child quickly got out and ran back down the road. i grabbed
the man by his blood red splattered yellow tie and aggressively escorted him out from his car. he tried to fight me off but i elbowed him in his already broken nose and he gave up the
struggle.

i heard the cheer of the locals and then the siren of the police, two blonde, caucasian men in the same strange uniform got out. the first moment they stepped on the sandy coloured road
the cheering stopped and everyone bowed their heads and went about their business. the mother of the rescued child stayed a little longer and stared with a tear, sharing her head,
looking deeply upset. the first police raised his hand and had a roll of money or handcuffs as if to give me the choice. i slapped the money out of his hands and shouted “you’ve got to be
kidding me?” he walked around me and put the cuffs on me. suddenly Richie was there next to me, hands cuffed and ankles chained together. they walked/hopped us down the road
shouting something in an indian tongue. the cuffs were poorly engineered and made of cheap material. Richie gave me a nod and started to flail about casing a scene, taking a blow to
the back of the head but still trying to distract the men (by which point we can assume they’re not real police) i got free and dropped the fake cops and proceeded to free Richie from his
arrest.

no back up turned up or any help for the fallen thugs. Richie had vanished as quick as he had appeared. so I’m walking back to my dorm and its all back exactly how it should be, i even
checked the bathroom and it was exactly the way i have it, shower was back, normal bathroom decor and no indian man. the last weird part of it was i seen all my stuff being walked
my hall towards my room, and i thought that i had been burgled and they were returning my things. Ps4, tv, Macbook, Wii U and all my more personal possessions. so i ran as fast as i
could to my room but to my shock nothing had been touched. for some reason unknown to me i was being given everything i already owned again, even down to a man carrying a pot
of sharpie pens that i already had. i didn’t know any of these people or why they were doing it. but they were literally like working ants just carrying things to my room not saying a word.

i woke up frustrated because it could of gone on longer but i was glad, i hadn’t spoke to Laura in a while and her hamster isn’t doing too well (not even kidding)

The End

right i know my english isn’t fantastic, or my grammar, or anything else like that so please bare with me. does this dream have any meaning? i don’t know. it it worth me pursuing and trying
to make any form of sense about it? probably not. it was just such a vivid dream and i honestly (although it may not seem it) shortened it down, i could of gone into greater detail about it
but I’ve covered pretty much everything that has happened.
thank you for taking the time to read all this and i hope i have some feed back, any questions or info if someone is willing to help is greatly welcomed.
thank you.

p.s don’t tell my girlfriend about the brunette
Fez

I'm sorry for being so unfamiliar with the terms of Jungian categories like archetypes, the shadow self, and the anima. thank you for your reply, i hope to hear more of your opinions and interpretations.