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| I dreamt I entered Tibet via a secret tunnel going under the great wall of China. In the tunnel I met four people: three Tibetans and one Dane. I had this dream on 8 March 1996 when I was 34 years old. |
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NEW: This file contains a few links into my Dictionary of Dream Symbols, but if you click 'With links to dictionary' above, you will see a different version in which practically every word links to the dictionary.
I plan to make a submission form where you can type in your dream and get a html-page with links to the dictionary. This way you can click a word, e.g. 'tunnel', and be taken instantly to the dictionary entry.
I am standing in a hilly landscape. Before me is a wall, much like the Great Wall of China: it's almost as thick as it's high, and it leaves a curly trail through the landscape.
Somehow I know that there's a hole in the wall. It's covered with snow, but I have a shovel in my hands, and I am digging away.
Upon removing the snow I find that the hole is very small, so I must crawl on my belly to get through. Inside is a square (or cubic) room, but the wall on my right side is missing, or most of it is. There's a room there almost like the one I'm halfway inside (my legs are still sticking out). When I look there (don't ask me where the light to see comes from), I am startled as I discover the presence of two others: a woman around my own age wearing a headscarf (white, I think), and a child around 10 (I'm pretty sure it's a boy). I get so frightened that I immediately withdraw from the room.
But I decide to re-enter. This time two others have come about. One is an old man (he is in his sixties), and the other is a man around my own age. The old man is crowned with an impressive head-dress of large brown feathers, almost 50 cm. high, much like that of an Indian (Native American) chief--although I imagine then it would probably have been made of white feathers.
The young man is quite jolly; he greets me heartily as I re-enter with the words: "Well, someone having fun there, eh?", and I think raises his right hand. He is Danish like myself, which is why we can communicate, whereas the other three are Tibetan. I believe his name is Henrik--I'm told somebody's name, probably his.
The old man is the leader of the whole group; in fact he's a high ranking official of the Tibetan government-in-excile. He is watching me, but he doesn't say a word.
By the way, Henrik's words are the only spoken words throughout the dream, that I remember, anyway. There isn't really any explanations as to how I know that there's a hole in the wall, and the old man is a high ranking official etc.--I just know these things.
It turns out that the other room which they are sitting in is not just a room, it's the beginning of a tunnel which extends from the Great Wall and stretches way into Tibet. The woman and the child were just coming in from the tunnel the first time I entered. Now they are all sitting down with their legs crossed. The woman and the child have turned around to face the tunnel, but I'm not concerned with them anymore. The two men are sitting by the side of the tunnel, facing me. They look at me, I look at them; the arrangement is something like this, when seen from above:
xx : xx
Top view: xx (tunnel) xx
xx : xx
xx xx
.. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ..
.. xxxxxxxxxxxxxx xx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ..
.. xxxxxxxxxxxxx 4 xxxxxxxxxxx .. \\\\\\\///////
.. xxxxxxxxxxx 3 xxxxxxxxxxxxx .. >> massive <<
.. xxxxxxxxxxxxx 2 xxxxxxxxxxxx .. >> wall <<
.. xxxxxxxxxxxxxx 1 xxxxxxxxxx .. ///////\\\\\\\
.. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx O xx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ..
.. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx '-m-' xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ..
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The illustration pictures me lying on my belly,
with my head inside the tunnel and my legs sticking out.
The numbers 1-4
refer to the people I meet in the tunnel:
3 is the old man and
4 is the young man, looking at me.
1 and 2 are the woman and the child,
apparently
looking in the direction of the tunnel--I don't remember
which one of them is 1 and 2, respectively.
You may see the wall as running east-west, while the tunnel extends north from the wall. (When I awoke, I had the feeling that "my wall" lay between Tibet and "the free world", e.g. India, Nepal, or Bhutan. The funny thing is, I also thought: "In reality The Great Wall of China is nowhere near Tibet". It actually turns out that the traditional Tibet is much larger than "TAR", the Tibet Autonomous Region. For instance, the traditional Tibetan province Amdo extends northeast from TAR, almost to Mongolia and the Great Wall).
This tunnel enables Tibetans to enter and leave Tibet without anyone (i.e. the Chinese) knowing anything about it. It's part of a gigantic underground complex. Only Tibetans know of the tunnel's existence--and apparently the young Dane too; I don't know why or how.
If you follow the tunnel into Tibet you'll find a connection in the left side to a kind of labyrinth. It's farther away than you'd think, though. Via the labyrinth you can find a way out into the open--inside Tibet. But the tunnel goes way beyond the labyrinth.
I have no recollection of walking through the tunnel--how the tunnel is designed is another one of those things that I just "know". But I presume that I must have been going through the tunnel, for I end up walking downhill with a woman, most likely the same as the one with the headscarf; I think we are talking together, and I also think that we are probably inside Tibet at this time, as there is no snow there. This part is very vague, though. (I didn't write down the dream until the evening, so parts of it is lost).
According to Freud, our dreams are based on our experiences in the daily life. In particular, the dream often contains an element that stems from the preceding day, or days, called the day residual. Often the day residual is a key to unlocking the dream--says Freud. I have mixed experiences with the day residual; even if it's the element which triggered the dream it might not be worth much for an interpretation of the dream.
Anyway, I have been trying to figure out what might have caused me to have a dream like this one, and this is what I have been considering:
On the other side of the street is a hospital, and there's a telephone. Some young guys were standing by the telephone. One of them left and called impatiently for the other(s): "Come on, HENRIK" (or maybe another name).
Some day I'll go to the library and ask them to get me all the Danish newspapers of 7 March 1996.
I had a boss a few years earlier by the name Henrik.
And of course, I had some childhood friends named Henrik,
and they would be almost the same age as me (forever).
The old man and his adornment reminds me of another man in an earlier dream, but it's a bit too long to recite here. This fellow is about 45 years old, and he has an adornment of inverted broomsticks (i.e. with brushes pointing upwards) in which are in-laid scissors, bayonets, pistols, and revolvers. Yes, I know very well that these are phallic symbols; let's get back to the head-dress, shall we :) My point is that the head-dress seems to be part of my "Personal Dream Symbol Inventory".
This person is German, but he understands what we say (I am discussing his appearance with girl).
Thought you'd get away, huh? This is pay time. Now you are going to give me your suggestions about what this dream means. Many have already done so, but there's a long way to 1000 :) I need your contribution too. Don't tell me "we already gave", 'cause I'm not buying it. Click the "If this dream were mine..." link below, and tell me what you think.
I suggest you use exactly that phrase in your interpretation: "If this dream were mine..." That's because any dream interpretation will most likely say more about the interpreter than it does about the dream and the dreamer (I know that). If you start with the phrase "If this dream were mine..." your interpretation becomes a translation: What this dream would have meant if it had been your own.
Actually you can choose whatever words you like. These are just suggestions :) In fact, you don't even have to give a translation, maybe you'd comment my English, or the layout of this page, or how I could make the story more interesting, or ... or just say 'Hi, I read your dream, it sucks'. Whatever, if you leave an email address, I'll get back to you.
Maybe you prefer to just check out what others have thought about my dream. Oh well, that's allright then.
Leaving a translation
gives good karma ... if you believe in that sort of stuff :)
P.S.OH; BY THE WAY...now that I have your attention, have you noticed my 'Coat of Arms'--the stag+sword on green + yellow background found on most of my pages? I designed that when I was about nine years old, and you can read the whole story on the page Griebel's Coat of Arms. (To be honest, it is much more interesting than this Tibet-dream of mine. In my opinion). |
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