I was a bit surprised to have both Navalny and Cairo crop up in the same dream this morning. I may need to take more care with door handles in case there is some Novichok agent thereupon.
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That I should dream of Navalny, who was a problem for the Putin regime and had an external and internal exile, is perhaps symbolic. I live in a self-imposed exile of sorts. Though we were driven here by the endless never-ending ceaseless inane bollocks of Brexit drivel on the UK TV. It got so damn divisive and yawn-some. We moved here quickly so that our chance to live here was not scuppered by the exit crazed. I see myself as European.
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The appearance of Cairo in a dream has had me checking real estate prices there. Property in Egypt has gotten a lot more expensive. I went to Sharm El-Sheik in 2003 for a dive holiday and had a deeply mystical experience on top of Sinai the night before and dawn of my birthday. The dreams suggest the last time I was there, in Egypt, in a previous life was contemporary with Imhotep!!
The Sinai experience opened a door inside me.
The dream has re-opened the Africa question for me. I lived in Zambia aged 9 -13. I visited Cape Town, Stellenbosch and Augrabies. I went to Mombasa and the Masai Mara where a local soon to be head man invited me to stay in his compound. I often stopped at Nairobi airport on the way to school in the UK. I remember the old men Spider and Tembo who let me sit with them in our garden while they advised the younger men seeking their counsel.
I am not sure if I am done with “Africa” yet. It has a strong pull…
It has added a new ingredient back into the mix…
Hmnn…
I may indeed be more welcome in Africa than Europe…
Dreamyoga 