00:27 - 17.02.06
Courts
Strange dreams the last couple of nights. The first one seemed to take place in a very large and imposing mall. The dominant colour was brown and the building material was brick and tile. Black, gold and russet trim I think. Made me think of a bank. It seemed as though I was trying to set up a children's school and was consulting with several people with respect to what was important to offer the young ones. There was a boy and girl in some of the dream sequences. They appeared to be between 8 to 10 years old. The one man carried himself with a lot of authority. Something like a religious leader or professor - maybe a cross between the two - a Jesuit. Hmmm. There was also a sports specialist whose focus seemed to be on flying and fishing. Not certain why. Then there was the appearance of my favorite astrologer. He was only in the picture for a minute mind and then two nubile young women arrived for a consultation about their stars and he disappeared into a side door that appeared out of nowhere. I got the feeling that he would be heading off to the desert after his session so wouldn't really be a factor in the balance of the planning. The one male - the preacher/teacher - seemed quite fussed about part of the curriculum. Not enough .......... Not really sure what he thought was missing but there was a lot of frustration expressed in his physical being. Tense shoulders, frowning face. His problem not mine, I think I thought his approach to education was too harsh. We started to debate some of those issues and then I woke.
This evening the dream was long and strange again as it switched from scene to scene with very little in common with each other. It started out with an election being underway and me being an administrator of that as I am in real life. The atmosphere was intense and contentious. At one point as the counting was being completed I found it necessary to hide up in a locked tower room that was hidden by a secret panel. It was filled with cool violet and blue light, while the tower and the furnishings were white. I felt safe there but also really cramped and resentful that it was necessary to hide. When things had calmed down somewhat, I left the tower and found that a large work crew of family, politicians and friends had arrived at what first appeared to be a warehouse to help me clean up after the election was over. The floors were being torn up and new wood ones were being laid down. It appeared that the warehouse was being refurbished to become my home. That was fine with me because the building was set in a beautiful parklike area. Somehow the inner floor became a sports court for a game that i don't recognize in "real" time. At first it seemed as though it might be squash. A group of men were joining me from one direction while an elderly gentleman of east Indian descent approached from the other. It seemed as though he changed into a young rather arrogant amn who was demanding to know why I thought I had the right to play with them. I had arranged for the set up of the court and had brought in some very rare and unusual clay that was used for dusting the hands to improve the grip. It had the texture of talc. The older man reappeared and chided the younger male for being so rude when I had worked so hard to make the playing conditions the best possible. The older male picked up the "ball" and tossed it into the air while the younger male and I faced off to be first to hit it. I had a long plait of dark hair swinging down my back. I was wearing shorts and a shift as well, with wrist bands, runners and sport socks all in white with a bit of a red thread running through as trim. The younger male instad of jumping for the ball, used his knee to flip me around so that i was tossed into the air - landing in his arms instead. Very sneaky. He said that was where I belonged and I woke up in fright and indignation at that point, hearing the laughter of the rest of the team as I did so. Don't know what to think of that.
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