Giddy up, folks! It appears that another dream tsunami is imminent. When I started this blog back in February, one of the first things I wrote about was a succession of dreams I had featuring Richard Armitage, it seems that Spooks might dominate the “next wave”.
This morning I had two Spooks related dreams, both featuring Jo Portman, which is interesting. As I mentioned yesterday, Jo and Lucas (together) played key roles in a series of dreams I had earlier this year. In those dreams, Jo was upset with Lucas each time he killed someone (that “someone” being my hypomania). At first I couldn’t understand why Jo would be upset over this, because she is a sensible character – but then it dawned on me, I am a sensible person (like Jo), yet I was recklessly courting another hypomanic episode. Jo was a mirror through which I could see myself more clearly. So, previously Jo has represented the cautious, sensible me who is not acting in tune with those character qualities. Does she represent the same in the dreams I had this morning? Hard to say, the dreams feel too nonsensical to me right now, and her appearance in both was brief.
The reason I had two dreams, I think, is that the first dream was interrupted by a growling possum outside my bedroom window (they might look cute in photographs but those buggers can make a lot of noise at night!). When I dosed off to sleep again the dreaming continued.
In the first dream I was part of the Spooks cast, an actor playing a role in a single episode. On the first day I remember being on set with Ruth and Harry. My memory of what we were doing has faded since I woke up, but I think we were laying some kind of cable with flashing lights.
When I arrived on set early the next morning, I was surprised to find that half of the cast slept on set! They had their own quarters, which contained a row of four bunk beds. Because I had arrived very early I thought I better find a bunk to sleep in – but they were all full! I remember seeing the new Home Secretary and Tariq sleeping peacefully (er, not together!). At some stage I accidentally woke everyone up and they were not happy. Later in the day we were getting ready to start filming, just hanging about and there are heaps of extras. At this point I start to feel a bit self conscious because I’m not really an actor. At this time I also catch a glimpse of myself in a mirror. My face has been made up with dust and blood, as if I’ve been in a bomb blast (like Jo in 7.3). I also realise that I am a man! (not as the result of make up, but in the dream I am literally a man!). This strikes me as slightly odd but I don’t seem phased by it. Then I see Jo and she is arm in arm with a couple of other people, smiling at me like she is drunk (recurring theme, I got drunk with Nick Cave yesterday).
*Enter growling possum*
The second dream is more sketchy. I’m at a place with some women. My “date” will be arriving to pick me up soon. Jo is not literally in the dream, but she is supposed to have arrived at the place with the other women by now – where is she? The dream ends with some more people arriving. We’re sitting around in a circle talking about poetry. I’m thinking about the panel I sat on at a Writers’ Festival a few years ago with a poetry editor (which is true!). Then I tell everyone about the quote I heard on Art + Soul the other day (TV show on contemporary Australian indigenous art). When an artist was asked why he painted, he said (and I’m paraphrasing) “when you sit down with a painting [to paint] you are not alone”.
