The Dream Show Podcast

Votey, from London, England, dreamed of a white-caped warlock calling a declaration of war in the middle of a shopping mall. All was well on this shopping expedition until a loud alarm or horn sounded, and an ominous vibe filtered through the mall. Votey and her sister dropped to their knees for protection as the warlock, wrapped in a white silk cape, commanded attention, speaking softly but clearly, declaring war or a state of chaos.

Ashley, from Anchorage, Alaska, is my guest asking about a dream that made a big impact on her a couple of years ago on the eve of her birthday. In her dream, Ashley was walking through a silent, snowy field when, suddenly, two giant snowmen, each 40 storeys high, loomed in front of her. Their eyes slowly dripped blood. Ashley felt no fear, but immense curiosity. Later, in a log cabin, she met five women,

Tim, who lives near Rotterdam in The Netherlands, is my guest asking about her dream of a pending earthquake. Was it an earthquake? The ground was shaking. Was this the residue vibration of a faraway earthquake? The ground shook a second time. Is it a residue or is it the real thing, an advance rumble of a pending earthquake? There’s a sudden explosion and a fair park cart crashes onto the scene and then …

Namitha, from Bangalore, India, is my guest, finding a little sanctuary during lockdown to ask about her dream. Namitha’s dream opens in a Hindu temple that reminds her more of a trip she took to Bali than of the Indian Hindu temples closer to home. The women wore their saris without blouses, each baring a shoulder, in a way that reminded Namitha of paintings from several hundred years ago. The dream temple and rituals are

Mouse, from the Salish Coast in Washington State, USA, is my guest asking about her dream of dodging daggers that a man was hurling at her. The daggers were quite beautiful, bronze blades with red and black handles, old, tarnished, and they had Mouse enthralled. Things evolve until, much later in the dream, Mouse drives an abandoned old white van with a vagrant man sleeping on the back seat, and by the end of her

Anna from North Carolina is my guest with a dream about a place where dead people roam the streets. Very much alive herself, she wanders along, occasionally veering off the path. There’s a bit of a groundhog theme, as she meets the same creepy guy, walking with his bicycle, three times. Each time they have the same superficial conversation. Why does he keep reappearing? Later in the dream, there is a suicide, which left Anna,