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.


Weirdness and Bond, James Bond

I’m the secondary school I went to in what we called the P.E corridor, heading up towards the 6th form college. The walls are made out of red brick and the floor consists of those rusty red tiles. For some reason, there’s a load of sheep in front of me and four strange guys attempting to herd them into 6th form. I decide to help them seeing as I’ve herded sheep before.

One of the guys laughs at me and says, “You can’t help.”

I reply with, “Actually, I can. I grew up on a farm, I’ve done this loads.” They continue to laugh and make comments and I tell them to go do something unpleasant to themselves as I manage to herd the sheep through the doors. I walk off and end up in another corridor that looks exactly the same, and is the same only it’s blue and judging from the view from the windows on my left, I’m higher up, like on a tenth floor or something. Through the glass on the double doors behind me I can see Daniel Craig, wearing a white shirt, sat at a small, square table talking to someone. I don’t know who the other person is but they have dark hair. Daniel keeps looking at me and frowning as he talks. As I turn away, I look out of the window to see a flying train. It kind of looks like a bird, in the sense that the front of the train is like a head of a bird; it has a beak and eyes. There are people on the train. It’s flying but crashing. I only know it’s crashing because of the look of terror on the passengers faces.

The doors behind me open and close and Daniel Craig stands beside me.

“I’ve been looking for you,” he says.

I glance at him and then look back at the scene unfolding in the sky outside, “Why?” I ask.

He frowns at me again, “What happened?” I shrug at him and he finally follows my gaze.

He takes hold of my arm, “We have to go.” he says and we start walking. It’s then that I realise, Daniel Craig is actually James Bond.

Suddenly, we’re in a badly lit room and Bond is randomly rolling about the room and posing whilst wearing two pairs of jeans and two tops. I can hear a voice but I don’t know whose it belongs to as there’s no one else in the room.

“We decided to shoot this scene as we wanted Daniel to show off his skills.” says the voice. At this point, Bond is shirtless but still wearing a pair of black jeans over a blue pair and has rolled under a glass coffee table. A woman appears out of nowhere and they start making out in the far corner of the room. Not exactly wanting to witness any of it, I start to make my way out of the room. Bond calls my name but I ignore him until he grabs me by the arm again and turns me around to face him. He tips his head to the side with the intention of getting me to look in the far corner of the room where he was just making out with the random woman. I look to see that the woman has gone and there’s a man in her place, back pressed up against the wall with a look of sheer terror on his face. I look to where his eyes are transfixed to find he’s looking at some kind of hideous, weird purple/orange creature floating outside the window. It’s body pulsates and emits the odd flash of blue light. The man is dying of fright. I’m a little bit scared myself.

I walk out of the room and find myself on a landing. The walls are white, the carpet and curtains are red. There’s something strange happening at the window to my left so I walk over to get a closer look when a fake skeleton jumps up outside the window. It’s laughing and wearing a small top hat and has a cigar in it’s mouth. It’s not the only one, there’s one at each window. I can hear them all laughing. The skeleton I’m looking at lowers itself so that I can only see it’s fingers clinging onto the windowsill. Bond appears at my side. He’s dressed in a fitted black polo shirt and khaki chinos. The skeleton pops up again and repulsed, I smash my hand through the window and push the thing off. I hear it land on the ground below, it’s still laughing. My right hand is covered in blood.

Bond grabs my left hand, “We have to go.” he says again and we head down the set of stairs, him leading the way and leave out of the front door.

Momentarily blinded by the strong sunlight, we pause for a moment as our eyes adjust. It seems as though we’re in a foreign country. The street we’re on is pale, and the buildings are pale as though bleached by the sun. The sky is clear and it’s hot. Bond is still holding my left hand, I have a camera in the other. He tells me that he wants me to take as many photos as possible, particularity of landmarks. I start snapping away and the street changes. There’s a lot more people about and the buildings are made of a darker coloured stone and seem to be surrounded by scaffolding. I start to get annoyed as he’s walking too fast and I’m not managing to take many photos. To the left of us is a wall with red roses growing up it. We chat as we walk, but I don’t know what about.

As we walk hand in hand, me waving my camera about, someone walks in front of us. It’s Daniel Craig or Bond again, I don’t know which. He’s wearing exactly the same as the Bond holding my hand. Anyway he walks in front of me, and me being me, takes photos of his arse using the zoom lens occasionally. Grinning, I turn to the Bond holding my hand. He laughs, smiles at me and then puts his arm around my shoulders.

The street has changed back to the pale brickwork and we’re approaching what looks like a palace of sorts. There are long red curtains hanging from the brick work. Ahead of us is a woman taking photos. A Tibetan monk takes her phone from her. I hide my camera as Bond pulls me closer to him, his arm now around my side.

I wake up.

This dream was really difficult to interpret as there’s so much going on it and, I don’t think a lot of it can be interpreted. I mean, take the skeletons for an example. They signify/represent something but, does that change because they’re plastic skeletons and not real ones? Does the fact that one was wearing a small top hat and had a cigar in it’s mouth change anything? Also, the creature floating outside the window, the only way to remotely interpret that is to look at the colours, creature/monster and floating and then look again at the meaning of a window. Same goes for the flying bird/train thing. And for James Bond wearing two sets of clothing and rolling around a room and posing. You can see my point, right? It’s bloody confusing and almost never ending. Furthermore, what I have looked at, doesn’t make any sense to me as an individual.

However, I am going to mention one part of the interpretation because it makes me laugh;

  • Holding hands – this represents love, affection and my connection to that person. It may also reflect anxieties about losing touch with them.

Obviously, I have no connection to James Bond or Daniel Craig thus meaning I can’t have anxiety over losing contact with them. One isn’t real and the other I have never met. Although, I do love Daniel Craig and I guess I’m concerned that he won’t do another Bond film.

There is very little, if anything at all, in real life that I can think of that influenced this dream. E.g; I’ve not helped herd sheep since I was a kid, haven’t been in my secondary school for years and I haven’t recently watched a Bond film.

Anyway, for me, this dream was extremely random (especially the monk ) and, even though disturbing in some parts ( flying/crashing bird train, floating creature, random man dying of fright), I actually enjoyed it because I’ve been hoping and waiting for ages to have a decent dream with Daniel Craig in it and at last, it happened.

The Queen and Randomness

I’m in a large, fancy looking building. It has, marble floors and pillars and white walls. The ceilings are high. I have papers in my right hand and I’m wearing a suit, it feels like I’ve just been to a job interview.I’m heading down a sweeping staircase and then head through a door way only to see The Queen of England stood in the entrance hall of the building talking to two men in suits. She’s wearing a puffy pale yet sparkly blue dress. I was walking fast so when I try to stop, I end up sliding on the insanely polished floor and almost fall over. She turns to look at me, and I say “Crap, I’m so sorry your majesty, I had no idea” and she say’s “It’s quite alright, Kady. We’re just about to go.” So I hide round the corner in a different room and wait until she’s left. When I’m pretty sure she’s gone, I go back to the entrance and leave through the huge glass doors. I find myself looking at a busy road in that’s ahead of me. There’s a low wall to my left. I sit on it and start talking to a man. I don’t know who they are, but I seem to know them. To my right I can see The Queen, with a group of men in suits stood around her, next to some cars. They’re talking. One of them is Daniel Craig. I point him out to the man I’ve been talking to saying maybe they’re filming a new Bond film or something. The group of men disperse, one holds a car door open for The Queen and she gets in and they drive off. I didn’t see Daniel Craig get in a car, but I can’t see him anywhere, he’s gone.

Then I go for a walk with the man I’ve been talking to. We go down a busy street with market stalls along it. We walk past Pierce Brosnan. The man disappears and Pierce is saying something to me.

I wake up.

This time I interpreted certain aspects of my dream from The Complete Book of reams and Dreaming by Pamela J Ball.

Marble can indicate age or permanence or it can represent spiritual firmness.

The Queen represents my relationship with my mother.

A stranger can represent a part of of myself that I don’t know yet.

A market indicates my ability to cope with everyday life, of being able to relate to people but particularly crowds. It can also give an indication as to how we value my various attributes.

Blue is a colour of healing suggesting relaxation, sleep and peacefulness.

Dreaming of an actor is to be aware of the ego myself. Often we become conscious of the roles we play in life, dreaming of such a character recognises that we are not perhaps playing the part we really want to in life.

My thoughts- As for the stranger being part of myself that I don’t know and the market being about my ability to relate to crowds….I find that when life throws something at me, I don’t always react how I thought I might, so that might very well be relevant. Crowds? I highly dislike crowded places. And the interpretation of the actor? Yeah, that one rings true with me. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy with my life and the decisions I’ve made, but I don’t feel as though I am who I want to be. Why The Queen was there, I have no idea!