Late Night Taiji Session

1. Park Your Car First

Hoover plein, appointments, Mefa (that's all the notes I have of the first dream, the dream was clear when I wrote this).
People are parking their cars here. I know the way. First I will go somewhere else (on my own) and then I will come back. (Can't remember the details, but the decision to do this was significant).

2. Midnight Taiji in the Front Garden

At home, late, there is a taiji class going on. At the same time home looks very different, like the rooms and corridors of a ship, only not a ship but a building, like a hotel, though it was a place to live. I live here, I have my room here. I am on my own, I choose this because there are many friends of me outside, and I am waiting for the right moment to join in. What's more, I don't want to because it is late, it is almost midnight and I need my sleep. Big house.
Pake is there. When he arrives with his group of students I decide to join him anyway. At that point I was making ready to go to bed, now I decide to join against better judgment. It is midnight now. I did not want to stay up later than the end of the day.
So I go outside. I possibly pass the kitchen first, which is on a different floor, in the middle of the building. Lots of stairs too. Light. Small kitchen. A few people are there, maybe three guys, eating, breakfast.
I go out from the back, and then go to the front, because Pake is giving class in the front yard, this is the house of my parents.
Everyone is already there, but I join anyway, I am not ashamed of this. The training is based on a video, or maybe on more than one, video material, but Pake is in front and watches us.
We do a lot of pushing hands. Stvt (friend of Mefa) is also there. Long break? I join anyway? I do this push hands with this Stvt, and I do it quick every time. And it works, though there is always contraction in the arms.
Pake himself starts teaching again at the same moment I decide to go away, because I should sleep. But now things change again, and I stay. Every time I feel good about it. Something something, and eighty years ago this would not have worked.
There is particularly little place to move and practice.
Later I still go to bed, I go back in this complex ship like building and I can't find my room, roam the corridors. But I am not panicked.
Same dream. Pake, eating. Middle of the night. (And something I can't read, though I wrote it twice).