I had two dreams overnight, both of which involved travelling to places. They seemed to take place in the exact same dreamworld with the same dream-like methods and technologies. In fact, this was similar to the last dream I mentioned about my travelling eastwards in the middle of the night to some central city place, in that it also involved travelators and escalators.
Anyway.
The first dream was short, and occurred during a mid-evening snooze between 6 and 8 last night. In it, I was walking around a city (which I thought might have been a combination of Edinburgh and Doncaster with bits of London) trying to get to some particular place of importance, while carrying an important object, possibly a ornamental amulet or necklace, in my pocket. I remembered that this object belonged to someone else, and that I was delivering it for them.
In the dream I remember trying to negotiate my way through a maze of indoor corridors and outdoor alleyways and paths, initially resembling one of the hospitals I used to work in, later resembling a busy park within the city centre (similar to those areas in Edinburgh) with several Whitechapel-esque shop stalls along each side, like a shopping precinct, then connecting towards another hospital in the middle of the city, through corridors. Some aspects of the city were familiar to me, notably a series of travelators and escalators connecting what appeared to be railway or subway stations with familiar but not obvious landmarks, such as certain street lamps or modern buildings.
The dream was set in daytime, and part of the dream involved me travelling between these stations while an announcer announced which station they were arriving, except that I was moving and not on a train of sorts. Eventually night came, and I was still in the city, trying to get to this one place I've been trying to reach. I knew it was in some sort of vague direction, but as I was about to give up hope, I remembered seeing a work colleague of mine walking in the same direction, telling me that he knew the way there, and eventually I reached the final stage of the journey, a suburban area with trees, grass, and a road to the left (the north-west of the city) which led to my destination.
As I walked towards this road, I heard several voices inside my head, perceived as thoughts, then later as taunts from other people, notably a Gollum-like voice mocking me and pretending to be my closest friend whose task I was performing, and, as the dream closed, another voice, a seductive but cold female voice talking in sarcastic tones, whom I interpreted was my arch-nemesis.
The second dream was very similar, and occurred earlier this morning. I believe it took place in the same universe. It was a very long dream.
In this dream I was taking part in a task to retrieve some gold from a mine in the middle of the same city. This was all part of a game I was playing, taking it in turns with a fellow team-mate to extract the gold. The gold was kept in a private seam in the middle of London, towards the back of Buckingham Palace, and the previous team attempting to extract it (all Australian for some reason) failed to return.
I arrived there in someone's car, and, with my mining gear on, set to work. I didn't get far, and used a torch (made from an old and abandoned can of Foster's) to illuminate the cave which had caved in just beyond the entrance. I saw, dimly lit, one of the members of the previous team, and that they had extracted a sizeable amount of gold, which I secretly grabbed and hid in my right trouser pocket next to another semi-precious gem which I kept with me at all times as a good luck charm.
My colleague spotted me do this, but I successfully told him it was nothing, then quietly left the scene, grabbed a red mountain bike, and left the cave and the grounds of Buckingham Palace, leaving the gates and turning right, along the main road, hopefully towards that same destination I was looking for in the previous dream (in the first dream I thought it was a work place, but in this dream it was definitely some home-like dwelling).
However, I got lost quickly. It was daytime but leading into the night very quickly, and I travelled due west from Buckingham Palace and returned to the same network of "stations" linked with travelators and escalators, which I thought was familiar and which would lead me to my home. This time, I travelled along the same network, in the same direction, on my bicycle, with all the crowds travelling towards me in the opposite direction moving out of the way as I cycled past, but instead of going the usual way, the first "stop" I arrived at was a four-star hotel, with odd architecture, green plush carpets, and friendly staff. The suites were given very idiosyncratic, typical suite names, with the dining suite oddly named the "Pet Store". I wandered around the hotel for an hour, up and down stairs, again on my bicycle, looking for the exit and even at one point shouting out for the exit. I eventually returned to the "Pet Store" suite reception and asked for the exit: it was in a corridor behind the desk, leading up to some stairs and then to the outdoors again.
I left the hotel and returned to my journey, returning momentarily to retrieve my bicycle - I had absent-mindedly left it in the hotel lobby where a young boy, sleeping on one of the armchairs, climbed onto it while asleep but wasn't going anywhere; I gently removed him from my bicycle and went on my way. I decided to avoid the stations networks and go in what I thought was the right general direction: northwest-wards. However, I was not making very good progress, and although it was still the daytime, my watch told me that it was now just past 11 in the evening, even though the sun was still out but low in the sky.
My journey took me to the countryside, which I thought was still the right direction, and I even cut across farmland and a gate to reach the next road. However, the skies were darkening, and the animals in the countryside started turning into animated plasticine animals, singing and dancing just like in some Australian kids TV show I think I dreamed about. I then realised that my bicycle had disappeared as in this crazy midnight plasticine countryside world, such bicycles didn't exist, and I had to make do with some other plasticine bicycle to help me get by. Eventually I doubled-back and cycled back the way, hoping to reach the city again and the familiar roadsides, but then stopped and called out to the skies for a Google search for a London map, and as if by magic, a giant monitor descended from the skies, shaped like a speech bubble, and showed me the route I should have taken: my destination (labelled as the BBC Barons for some reason) was southwest, not northwest of Buckingham Palace.
Immediately I found myself inside a familiar house, watching this map on a television screen, with familiar people, one of whom was an older female colleague whom I worked with, who understood my predicament and offered to drive me to that destination later that night. While I initially declined, I eventually went with that offer, and the dream closed with the two of us leaving the house and getting into her car, myself staring out at the night-time countryside before me which by now was showing me the exact route we needed to go.
The main theme in your dream, it appears, was good-versus-evil. I don't know what the computer "Borg" program, computers, or the aliens specifically represented, only that there was a power struggle between you and them. On the other hand, maybe the dream had no good-versus-evil theme, but rather that of competition to see who would triumph. In the end, you were disappointed because you lacked the necessary skills or knowledge to defeat the enemy (or your opponents). Were you at some point feeling inadequate or insecure about something? Maybe that's what the subconscious was telling you.
