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THE HOMEOPATHIC PROVING OF A SAMPLE FROM THE GREAT WALL OF CHINA
Dreams
Day 3 Prover 5
Had a strange dream in the early morning. I dreamt I was in a book shop and it was a place I went to everyday. When I went there I thought, I mustn’t keep coming here but it felt like home. As I was looking around I walked through the children’s section and I saw my ex and his wife. I wondered if they would notice me and they did. F has never spoken to me in public but she did in the dream, she came up and said hello. I could see she was nervous. Their child was there as well, sort of mucking about like young children do. I could see she was curious about what I had been up to and I told them about the trip to India and Sri Lanka. I wanted them to know I was happy and getting on with my life. I then said to ex-P, “So, you only had one child then?” and F looked pained and I realised that they were trying for another baby but hadn’t been successful. I felt all spiteful then and wanted to say, “So now you know what it’s like to be barren,” because ex-P left me because he wanted a baby and I didn’t get pregnant. I felt triumphant and I thought how old and unattractive she looked. I didn’t say that remark but I felt it.
When I woke up I wondered if they did indeed have only the one child.
Day 4
Had two very strange dreams last night. Both in the early morning.
In the first I was in my parent’s cottage in Suffolk except it didn’t look like it used .It was dark and gloomy and up the end of a long track. I was early evening. I was with my parents and they were worried because water was pouring down the stairs. There were puddles on the stone floor downstairs. In fact the whole house seemed to be full of water as if there were leaks everywhere. The toilet cistern had plants growing in like pond weed. It seemed like the house was crumbling away. The whole mood was of desperation and despair as nobody seemed to be able to stop the water. The house smelled damp and musty and it was cold. It was a vivid dream.
In the second dream I was driving in Scotland. I was going north towards the mountains. The mountains were high not really like Scottish mountains more like the Rockies. I can’t remember why I was there but a woman was driving the car. I think it was something to do with a poetry reading. She said the road was dangerous because there was railway line in the middle of it and no barriers and it did look like an extraordinary situation, cars were driving on the railway line and having to swerve when the trains came down. I felt very panicked. The road was busy and the sky was getting darker and darker. Then it started snowing. It was also very cold. Visibility in the car got less and less and I felt more afraid.
After these two dreams I woke up feeling quite drained like I had been on an emotional roller coaster. The dreams stayed with me all day.
Day 5
Had an unsettling dream last night. I dreamt that F from work was telling me that my writing was no good and I would never get another novel published. I woke up anxious and panicky. In real life I find F daunting and I am rather over awed by her. When she sees me at work she always comments on what I wear. She does it in a flattering way but it feels far from flattering. It is as if what I wear is the only thing worth commenting about me.
Day 8
I had another vivid dream about a house. This time I was moving and trying to pack boxes but everything was just so much junk. I knew I wasn’t ready and the removal men were coming any minute. I woke up anxious and depressed. The house wasn’t one that I had ever lived in, it was dirty and small and I didn’t like it. I wanted to leave and go to a better place.
Day 9
Last night I dreamt about my childhood home, 315 field end road, but it wasn’t like I remembered. The garden had been built on and the house had been modernised in an unpleasant way. In the dream I had gone back out of curiosity but I was disappointed. My mother used to keep the house spotless but now it was dingy and dirty. Another dream about a dirty house!
Day 22
Last night I had another vivid dream. I was dreaming about the lads I used to be at school with. We were having some sort of reunion and I was curious to see how they had aged. They all looked older but basically they looked the same, and they were acting pretty much as they had done when they were in their twenties. I don’t see any of these people now, not because I don’t like them but because our lives are very different.
In the dream there was a plan to go to a restaurant and then on to a club. It felt very much like being twenty again, following a group of people, and doing what they want to do. I was aware that I don’t do late nights and I would be tired for work the next day, but I thought, it is only just this once. My sister was also there and F1 asked me how I was getting on with her, because when we were teenagers we didn’t get on, I said, we are very different but that doesn’t seem to matter anymore. Out of all of them I was pleased to see him the most. He was a boyfriend once and I don’t think I appreciated him enough. His brother F2, who used to be very handsome now looked the oldest and had turned into a bit of bore. Actually, he always was self absorbed but when I was younger I didn’t notice. F3 was there too and kept telling me I hadn’t changed and when I saw myself in a mirror, no I hadn’t. I still looked like I did twenty years ago. He was being flirty with me and promised to meet up with me later. I wasn’t sure because I was worried what P would think. In the end I decided there was nothing wrong with having dinner.
The feeling in the dream was of excitement. We were all talking at the same time and making and changing plans. I definitely don’t have that sort of social life now and when I woke up I felt sad that my life has become so stable and boring and when I do go to social functions I don’t feel like talking to anybody. In the dream I was quite the star.
Day 26
Another vivid dream last night. It was a beautiful sunny day, very much like the ones we are having this week, and I was by the sea. I was watching aeroplanes make trails across the sky. The planes were high up and, to me, looked silver. I realised that two planes were getting very close, one behind the other. Initially I thought this wasn’t going to be a problem as one plane was probably much higher than the other one, but as I watched them they smashed into each other. The noise sounded far away and there was a plume of white smoke. It was like an enormous firework and strangely beautiful. I stood on the beach and watched it all. I wondered if the people in the plane knew they were about to crash or whether it was a complete surprise, and if anybody has survived the impact. But nothing seemed to be left apart from smoke.
I the
n started to get worried about the bits falling back to earth, although it all was miles away, and not directly above me. I started to run off the beach and I was shouting, “Two planes have just crashed” but there was nobody there to hear me.
Then I woke up. My first thought was, I’m glad that didn’t really happen and was only a dream, but I was still worried about it for some time afterwards and couldn’t get back to sleep easily. This was all in the early morning, about 5am.
Day 5 Prover 8
Last night I had a strange dream where I found out that someone else was putting on “The Shape of Things” (my play) a week or two before me and I got so annoyed and disappointed I gave up and cancelled the performance.
Day 12
Had a dream that P robbed a bank and I saw him coming up the road towards me just after. We went to get fish and chips, he was on my right and a girl on my left recognised him as the bank robber. She started to call the police and I had to decide whether to distract him so she could ring them or warn him so he could get away. I distracted him even though I felt mean –he committed a crime and I thought he should face the consequences.
Day 21
Had 2 bad dreams in succession last night. The first one P, J***, N**, K** etc all turned on me + ran me out of town.
The second I and a load of other people (can’t remember who-not sure if I knew them) were caught and tortured by some kind of sadist witch! I watched other people pick up things that then ate through their hands, have things stuck in their eyes etc. Nothing happened to me directly but as the dream progressed I got an increasingly uncomfortable feeling of anticipation as the things were getting worse with each new one. I realised I was being saved until last + decided “bugger it I don’t want to know what happens to me” and I woke up. It was all rather odd.
Day 2 Prover 1
Dreamt I was back home- in the house I grew up in and some bald headed giant/ogre was trying to capture me and kill me. I ran into my parent’s bedroom and opened the widow a foot or so. (only me and this giant were there) then I ran into my old room and opened that window. I climbed out and slid down the wall into the front garden. Without looking back I ran down the path, opened the gate and ran onto the road. It has been a running theme in my dreams ever since I was a kid that if ever I was in trouble I could always fly. I seem to remember that I have this ability when things get overly-traumatic in the dream. And so, remembering this talent I ran down the road, jumped and glided up, up, up. As I glided up I realised that I was flying into the wind, so I turned around to fly with it, back over the rooftop of my old house. It was night time, say midnight and no one else was around.
Prover 1 later...
Dream
I was sat, riding a double-decker bus, when the bus hit a large rock. The bus tilted over and then fully turned….we rolled down this green hill in the double-decker, landing in a lake. I was afraid I was going to die by not being able to escape. Luckily, I could swim out the window and up to the surface to breathe.
Day 10
Dream
I had just started a new job at a hotel. There were four members of staff there who wanted to sexually exploit me. I think they were all guys.
I ordered a Guinness and a herbal tea and left the hotel to escape. I ran out of the hotel and down the road. Next thing I knew I was being chased. I turned around and killed one of them. Then ran on. They got into (the remaining 3) a blacked out 4X4 and chased me.
I stopped and turned to face them. Reached in through the passenger window, grabbed a guys arm and punched it through the front windscreen. Then I put my arm through the windscreen, grabbed his wrist and slammed it down over some stuck up glass. The glass went all the way through his arm, severing his arteries and impaling him there.
Blood spewed out and he died from profuse blood loss.
Next thing I know I’m fighting another of them. I grab him by his ankles and swing him around. His head hits about 7 of those black pillars you see which prevent vehicles driving onto public high streets. I felt the force as his head hit each one, knocking it back on his neck. Blood came out with each hit and there were pools of it. Just to make sure he’d die, I snap all the fingers on one of his hands back and then crack his wrist back onto itself.
Here I wake up.
Day 21
Amazing dreams! I dreamt that I was starting a new job- and it turned out I was told it was working with prisoners. (This was my last job and I absolutely hated it.)
So I get very nervous. Next thing I know, I’m backed into a toilet cubicle fighting off this guy who is trying to slash me. He is holding long daggers in each hand. Says it is getting me back for what I did to him-and shows me a hand with a finger chopped off. He does manage to slash me across my finger. It doesn’t come off but blood runs down my hand.
Then there is something about walking along my old school grounds.
But the best bit is here: Next thing I am with Tori Amos and we’re running away from a squadron of people trying to get us. She is my girlfriend! (And in real life she is so the perfect woman for me.) As we pause briefly, I find out that she’s cheated o me with two other men- but I forgive her as she declares her love for me and I know we’re meant to be.
Then some guy mounted on a horse tries to attack us. I launch spear into his belly and Tori and I run off together. I have a knife in my hand for protection.
Day 23
Bizarre dream…I dreamt that Simon Buxton (co-founder of the Sacred Trust- The UK’s shamanic body) gave me a beehive. I started fixing it. There were bees in it. Next thing I know, I’m locked in my room with a group of other people for about a week. When we get out, I walk into my Grandad’s room where there is a headless, dead body on the bed. (not my Grandad!)
There are bees all over him. Swarming in them. Oh, I forgot to say, before I was locked up, Simon had killed my queen bee. And there, on this body was a new queen bee. The message was that you can try to kill it, but the hive will always re-generate. And after a week, a new queen bee had formed.
Day 27
Dreamt I was living in a disused church. I wanted this girl, she may have been a girlfriend but she was imaginary/fictional, to take me into her house so I would be safe psychically and in better surroundings. She said that hiding in a disused church, I would be safe from psychic attack, especially with the frankincense burning outside.
Day 2 Prover 6
Really weird dream. I was a teenage boy with a very young (maybe 7 or 8 yr old) sister. We were trapped in a house owned by a middle-aged paedophile. We were trying to escape or at least hide before he saw us-I think we were lured in by an accomplice. I saw his Jeep pull in the driveway (this was in the States) and tried desperately to hide. My little sister couldn’t hide without me so there was really nowhere to go. After a few failed attempts I just said f*** it, and went to confront him. I learned he had dozens of kids (mostly boys) that worked and played almost like a camp. He never touched any of them, but he made them sleep naked, way too many on each bed and without blankets. He had hidden cameras and would video and take pictures of them while they slept and fondled himself. A few of the boys seemed to know about it but felt helpless to do anything. The guy really didn’t think he was doing anything wrong. I was a bit too old for his fetish so I think he was trying to entice me to be his accomplice. I was trying to convince him to get help.
Day 10 prover 9
Wake from amazing dreams. Mainly I’m walking at night. I see two people robbing a DIY emporium. They see me and stop for a hat and a rollie. I meet an amazing cat who starts to follow me. I see it run ahead where there is a much bigger cat. My cat who is grey fights it and wins. It was very vicious to that other cat but as soon as I approach it becomes visibly more fluffy and nice. Its fur turns lighter and it has a smile on its face. I ruffle its hair and it becomes a child who I adopt as a son.
Day 21
Awake from a dream. I walk backwards talking to a friend who is walking forwards in an abandoned warehouse. I turn and am outside in a place where big earthmovers have been at work, there is a rave with loads of white rudeboys dressed head to toe in white. I walk through them and see lots of black men I black suits, a friend of mine walks into the middle of them and is pushed back. Later in the dream I am back in my old house with my parents. S** and his brother are there making themselves comfortable. My father doesn’t like them because of the way they are dressed. My Dad is in a dressing gown.
Day 2 prover 3
Had some sort of dream about being in a Spanish villa -on holiday?
Day 3
I don’t really remember my dreams but I have an image that remains of being in a bus station (or on a bus) with my Mum and offering her a polo mint.
Day 4
The dream I had last night had my mum in it again, and 2 of my ex boyfriends (one of whom, F2 had been my best friend for 10 years). I was involved with F, but F2 was trying to win me over with expensive gifts (in the dream he was very wealthy unlike in real life) and I felt obliged somehow to be with him because of it. I felt torn as I had feelings for both men. My mum then told me that I could return the gifts, that I didn’t have to accept them, but I felt it was my duty now and that it was difficult to return them as I didn’t want to upset F2 (my best friend as well as potential partner).
I felt torn and upset like I was mourning the end of my relationship with F.
Day 5
I was at a dance/ball. I wandered around and bumped into myself leaving for a lower level. I’d just had a baby.
Other scene of cutting up some knitting to make a picture.
Day 6
I was reading P’s proving journal it was the only way I can find out what he’s thinking and feeling.
Day 9
Had a horrible dream. Was in a hotel and my partner was a murderer. LSD was involved somehow and the dream was anxious and fearful-I was trapped with a murderer.
Day 13
I dreamed about an old friend of mine who used to fancy me. In the dream there were 2 of him and he was attracted to himself. One of them was younger (was he a puppet? Can’t quite remember.
Day 16
I dreamt I was in a rehab centre with a female friend of mine. There was a male project worker was I was attracted to that tried to kiss my friend + I was jealous. My room covered in graffiti. I told worker I needed to decorate it and “I was put here because I couldn’t take care of myself and this environment needs to be more restful”
Day 9 Prover 4
I’m at work. We are getting a new engineer on the team. I know the guy, a good engineer who insists on doing the job properly. He is joking with someone else, “That will all be sorted out now he’s on the team”. OK granted I’d take him on the team over some of the losers I’ve had to put up with, but he’s not actually the right person as his skill set doesn’t fit the project. I then get stuck in a cycle of saying that he’s not really the right person, but it doesn’t seem to change anything. I can’t change this sequence of events. Lucid dreaming is normally very easy for me.
Day 16
I’m trying to fold something up. It’s a pair of flyers or leaflets or something like that. It’s more of some sort of colourful card like a cereal packet. It doesn’t matter what I do I can’t quite seem to get it folded properly. There always seems to be an extra bit or I can’t see it all to fold it up. I’m battling this f****** thing for ages……..I don’t get it!
Day 24 Prover 10
Dreamt of P’s ex-partner. Going to beat her up. She is very big and feisty. Physically angry in dreams. Being empowered.
Lost front tooth. Copious blood shooting everywhere. Couldn’t get to hospital. Very upset, crying + cross, distraught. The blood!! and couldn’t do what I needed to do to keep it safe. Losing control over what was happening.