Hectic Phone Call

1. Busy House

I'm home, only this house is not the house I live in in reality, but it is my home. It looks like a long garage, one big narrow open space. The end at the street is open, and also one big open space. You can hear the cars, and see them of course. The sun is out. I believe there is not even a roof on top of my house. And there is only this one floor. It has different sections though, and I am in the back of the house, which is the living room, or living area.

The phone rings. It is a lady who is a customer in the shop and I also know her from taiji, although I know she does not remember me. She used to be a teacher. She asks something I can't answer immediately.

Then, things become hectic. There is a lot of noise. Not just outside and overhead, but also from the neighbours. There is a door which connects my room with that of the neighbours. It is a very classic wooden door, painted white. There is a second call. Someone else who needs my attention. And the door opens and people bust into my house, while I'm on the phone. They're not the neighbours but deliverers. They carry heavy packages, maybe with food, and ask me where to put things. I don't know. Did I order this.

I tell the lady on the phone to wait, but she gets angry. I can't handle everything at once. The deliverers are with three or four. There is also the daughter of the neighbours, I know the girl, though I have forgotten her name. Artisty type, her mother is into esoteric stuff, she's the one who wrote something about Wodan.

When the door is open I can see what happens on the other side. There is much more light with them, more order. My home is a mess.

I get back to the phone and try to handle things. But at some point, there is so much noise, especially from outside, cars driving by, that I can't even hear her or myself.

That is where the dream ends.

Yet, I also remember going inside at the neighbour's place and I go to the back, up the stairs, and there is a floor which looks out over the whole house. I think I sit there with the rest of the family, those of my own age.

2. Hebrew Writing

I look at a paper, on a table. There is writing on it, maybe I've written this myself. Can't remember. There's other people here. Don't remember who. But, then, I add the last line to the writing and this in Hebrew, though the rest of the text is just Latin alphabet. Don't know why I do this. Must  be the bottom line. First I write two words, just to try, especially because it's been a long time since I tried Hebrew.

Maybe it is my father, on my right side, who challenges me. So I do this.

And then, of course from right to left, I right a whole sentence, but have to leave spaces for where the other two words were already. Now they seem to be part of the sentence. It must be angels names. Or something holy. The first two words were in smaller letters, so you can still see.