Here is this morning’s dream had during the best night’s sleep for a long while.
The dream opens with me arriving outside a low slung two storey building at a bend in a river which is at the end of a long non tarmac drive. The building abuts a farm which leads off up the hill. The scenery is lush green and I know this to be North Wales not far from Llangollen. I put down my two light suitcases and open the door to go in. Somehow the property is mine.
The idea is to run it as a retreat centre. I go through to check out the catering kitchens. They are in order. Various people arrive and we meet in an upstairs room which overlooks the stair way. It is a kind of hang-out space. People are all a bit hyped and coming up with ideas as to how to run the centre, use the space. They are talking a lot. I say that if they want to they can run it but without me. If I am to do it, it will be done my way and my way alone. L is there and her husband is in their bedroom. The wife is there and she is unpacking in ours. I leave the stairwell and go outside.
At the corner of the building where there is a small brook crossing the property largely under the cover of some big slates there is a bamboo half barrel / bucket. It has a wrought iron band painted in an enamel black paint. I have set up the water barrel so that it is continually refreshed from the mountain stream. Attached to the wall is a bamboo ladle, with a long bamboo handle. It is there for people to practise misogi or purification. The water which they pour over themselves will drain though the slates and into the brook. There is a small bamboo slatted bench for people to sit upon. It is not me who needs purification.
I go back into the building and people gather in the kitchen. I explain that the farmer has a number of cabins for accommodation on his farm. Guests at the retreat centre can stay there. Again people try to “brainstorm” ideas as to how the retreat centre will work and its curriculum. Because L is there I know it will have a strong dreaming element. She says that I must not be too rigid. I agree but say that there must also be strict discipline and it will include some martial arts style rigour. People are too soft. The “debate” continues and I remind them that I am not overly interested in what they “think” it should be. They may have ideas which differ. People are trying to tell me what to do. I am unimpressed.
The dream ends.
Dreamyoga 