Descriptions of a reaccuring locales.
New here, but I have a little bit of a situation going on. I have journalled my dreams for some years now as a part of Jungian shadowwork. My recent era of dreaming has been widely different compared to my usual slumbers. Here's how:
This is week 3 that I have returned every night to the same place. It's a loosely connected collection of places that flow into each other seemlessly.
The cruise ship section is the most notable one. There are the usual customer areas, but one can also find secret ladders connecting floors and rooms with ease. There are always hostile forces on board, but they are scarce. With care, my stay wont devolve into a nightmare. There's a multi-floor lobby, a restaurant, and hallways and cabins galore. The cruiseliner is always headed for a foreign port. It always docks at dawn, although time is fluid there, and follows moods.
Moroccan market. It's a loose reconstruction of Jemmaa el Fna market in Marracesh based on my real life visit, but the place is more like a feeling of the place than a faithful remake. A downwards leaning narrow road lined with merchants and shops, most explorable. There's a long upwards staircase that leads to the square. All buildings are made with yellowish brick and whitewashed stone, and the tents are made from flowing linens. This place connects to two other locations (Underground shopping centre, and the amusement park.)
Underground shopping centre. Accessible through the Moroccan market, and descending downwards from the cruise-liner lobby. A collection of pathways, escalators, sterile floors, and closed shops. Mostly abandoned. Only few dream characters are here. It's always the early hours of the night there.
Amusement park. It's your standard amusement park. It connects to the Moroccan market at least, and some other places as well. It can be reached from most places. Feels like a crossroads. It's identity changes on demand, morphing into familiar or unknown with a flip of a hand.
That's all I got for now. The thing that bothers me most, is that this area is large, but it doesn't hold much "meaningful encounters." The dream-characters are passive aids, and do not engage in conversation, or share their perspectives. I'm usually alone, and headed home the long way around, never reaching my goal.
I've spent most of my nights on the cruise-liner, moving my gear from one room to the next, checking the windows for a familiar dock.
This is the first time any element of my unconscious insists on itself this long.
Any thoughts are welcome.