Getting Beaten Up With Bond

It appears that I’m in the middle of filming something. There’s cameras, a director and one of those fluffy microphones being held above my head. Looking around I see the other actors, one is Daniel Craig and he’s in a tuxedo but looking scruffy, so I assume it’s a Bond film, there’s a woman and a dark haired man. Neither of them I recognise but they do look familiar. I can’t tell if it’s a set that we’re on or if it’s a real place but it’s a courtyard of sorts, looks like something that belongs in France or Spain. Definitely not English, it’s designed for nice weather. There’s a fancy black car in the courtyard too.

The director yells “action”, I get clouted on the back of the head with something and fall to the ground. Something similar happens to Daniel but I can’t see him properly as I’m trying to fight the dark haired man, who, is now hitting me in the side with what looks, and feels like, a metal bar. The director yells “cut”, the man helps me up off the ground and asks if I’m okay. I am.

This repeats itself a couple of times but with slight changes as though the director keeps changing his mind.

Then I get a strange feeling and I notice that the cameras have gone along with the director etc. Also, I know it’s not a set because I can see the night sky. Before I can do anything, I get hit in the ribs with the metal bar. My ribs crack. It’s not fake anymore. I fall back against something, a wall maybe, and I see the dark haired man coming at me again, metal bar mid swing. I can see Daniel Craig being strangled a few feet a way from me.

After ducking the next hit, I roll onto the ground, regretting it as my ribs make contact with the stone. I push my self up against the car. Laughing, the man stands over me,slapping the bar into his hand.

“This is hardly a fair fight,” I gasp through waves of pain hoping for some inspiration as me and Daniel are clearly losing., “I mean, one, your bigger than me and two, you have a weapon.” The man laughs more and I kick out at his knee caps, forcing him backwards. In an ungraceful manner, I crawl over the stone trying to get to Daniel with the idea of kicking the woman in the head when I’m grabbed and hit repeatedly.

After having the crap beaten out of me, I find myself bleeding and being dragged along the ground and left a couple of feet away from Daniel who has also had the crap beaten out him. The man and the woman stand over us both and after ripping our shirts open, proceed to’ torture’ us by tipping ice and ice cold water over us. Of course, for us, this is heaven, especially on our injuries.

I look over at Daniel, back down at myself, start to giggle and throw an ice cube over at him. He laughs too, throwing one back at me. We laugh harder, the man and woman look concerned.

I wake up wondering what the hell was going on, did we have a plan or something? Were we going to escape or die giggling?

Interpretation- (using )

  • Movie roll – foretells that something from my subconscious is about to emerge. It may also represent images from my past. Or, my subconscious is psychologically preparing me for a new role I may be undertaking.
  • Movie set – could imply that something in my life is not what it appears to be, maybe I am being mislead.
  • Night – could represent major setbacks in achieving goals.
  • Fighting – indicates inner turmoil, I’m in conflict with myself. Seeing others fight suggests I’m unwilling to acknowledge for my own problems and turmoil.
  • Ice cubes – these symbolise frigid emotions or it could suggest a need to cool off temper wise.
  • Laughing – suggests I need to lighten up.

My thoughts –

There’s so much going on in this one, it’s tricky to figure out what to pick out. The only things that makes sense to me there is about the ice cubes and laughing, I have been angry lately. The rest of it though doesn’t seem to apply to me in anyway. I do find it interesting how painful the dream was. Even though I’ve never experienced damage to my ribs in real life, I felt them crack in the dream and I felt every punch, every hit.

I couldn’t say what encouraged this dream as I haven’t watched a Bond film, or a Daniel Craig film for a good while. It’s quite possible my brain is trying to tell me I need a dose of both. Excuse me whilst I go watch Casino Royale.


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