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I had an interesting dream last night, particularly considering I had just put down a book on Carl Jung before going to sleep in which he recounted a dream about a house and took it to represent the psyche.

True to form I had a hotel, complete with business conference facilities, migrant families, student accommodation (large apartments which had access from a communal stairs or an internal one – I chose the communal hoping not to be seen, I had a key to this ‘other world’ hidden side of the hotel because of a previous job and I knew I could bluster if I was found but I didn’t want to be.

On my travels I walked past a window which particularly grabbed me. It looked out over a meadow, with beautiful red, cornflower blue and yellow and pink flowers. At first when I looked out my depth of field wasn’t working and I thought they were trees on a high hill, then I realised they were tiny flowers on a small rolling hill. I stopped to savour them, thinking something along the lines of, ‘I’ll take some deep breathes and be still and meditate on this’. As I continued to look a mountain became apparent in the distance and I immediately felt that warm ‘ah, so you came back, I know you’ feeling. It was a mountain like a fang, with that sculpted side like a canine – sweeping up on one side to a point. I deeply recognised this mountain and took it as a Buddhist sign/symbol in the dream.  As I stood taking it in bubbles appeared in the scene, like heat waves rising off a radiator but distilled into a floating undulating, clear, yet not see-through configuration of three ‘bars’ in a sort of rectangle shape. It appeared in front of me like melting celluloid would tear apart a scene in a film. I shook my head thinking there was something wrong with my eyes but wasn’t overly perturbed by it.

I came across a bizarre lift which had material like a parachute on the outside of it and had something to do with cleaning you while you were in it. I got the feeling it was an experimental thing that the students in the building might have had something to do with. When I got out of it (it was very cramped and sort of swooshed in on you, catching at your ankles), I was in a small foyer like somewhere in an airport and a family of Arabic looking people were splayed around the seating area. There was a water cooler and I wanted a drink but all of the plastic cups were put back into place used and half filled with water. I used my hand to get as much as I could but I got my hair wet and got impatient with it.

The last part of the dream that I remember was going down to the level where the showers were and speaking with a janitor type about which ones needed to be fixed. I seemed to think two would be enough really. I had my shower and was waiting for some kind of conditioner in my hair to work, or some kind of moisturiser to do what it needed to do or whatever, when I saw my Buddhist friends come into the shower area. I told Rita to go ahead into the shower I had used as it was working perfectly (knowing I would have to wait to finish in it but wanting her to have it anyway), and I sat back against the marbled wall behind it (you couldn’t see in now!) with Rento who was engaged in some kind of computer activity on a small palm pilot type device. He said something to me but I can’t remember it.

There was a lot of other stuff in the dream but that last part is the bit I remember most. I’m particularly taken with the meditation part as I have been trying to be in the present moment as much as possible lately and it struck me as lovely to have maintained the practice even while dreaming. Similarly the ‘meadow’ is very similar to the one that I see in my buddhist meditation. There’s more I could say about it but I have to run, just had to record it here for myself and your (possible) amusement. Actually though, just reading back down through it – the lift (elevator) that cleans you is very interesting, the ‘parachute’ like exterior has a touch of the womb/cervix to it (I was fasinated by the texture of it in the dream, how it was soft and beautiful but concealed a muscular  and strong interior…