1. Shoveling Snow
Roaming through London. Crossing a street, crossroads, or square. Taking the subway, or bus. Public transport.
I arrive at my own place. D. Pese. Uncle R is there.
D asks me how he gets here the fastest. I explain. There is something way too much. Too much of something, but I take only a small piece and I think there will be a lot left.
Replacing taiji teacher?
2. Takeaway Stew
Something about cleaning up snow, in big blocks, like you would use for building an iglo. Lots of snow lies in front of the entrance of the school.
There is a parking lot, I go inside. (Can't read notes). My dad is here.
Something about sending in poems.
I'm eating stew (stoofvlees), this is the very last part of a dream. Some other food too, that is, what I have first changes into stew, but the chips stays the same, and because I have to wait until the others are served, I eat the chips, a few of them, and they are fried well, I like it, crispy. From plastic plates, like takeaway but we eat in, light, dad on my right. Tomato sauce, this from another dish.
I sit on a chair, made of plastic too, while the others are being served.
3. Imprisoned with a Group
I am imprisoned, but it is voluntarily. There is someone with his friends, three in total. They are a group, and they are preparing for rising against the government or whatever. This they will not have experienced yet.
Something package per package, opening, so practice something. Big, salt.
Residue.
ReplyDeleteDream 2. Poems are residue of sending Rodn my poems yesterday or the day before.
Interpretation.
Dream 3. Refers to going to transmission meditation, I seemed to be too tired to focus, so I badly wanted to go home, stayed anyway, after everyone was done, power seemed to start flowing through me, but really throughout the meditation I was rather agitated and could not sit still. We were four, me and three others, three regulars.
Dream 2. It felt really good eating the stew, because I don't make this myself.