Here is this morning’s dream. It pertains, perhaps, to a situation we have been mulling over in “real” life. We have been looking into a “where” for the needed downsize of accommodation. In a sense we have been waiting for some guidance from dreams.
The dream opens in a corridor of very large building filled with flats, apartments. We are on a mid to upper floor with grey hard wearing carpet. In front of us is a white painted panelled wooden door with a round knob handle at waist height. It is modern. On it are the numbers 3 and 2, 32. It is flat 32. I approach the door and push it gently. It opens and we go inside. The flat is modern and painted mostly white. There is a mirror and small table in the hall, together with a coat stand. We explore and see a good sized lounge, a kitchen, a dining room with small balcony which looks out over the red-brick exterior of the building and grounds. The building is like Royal Holloway founder’s building only with more floors.
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As we are exploring we hear a key in the lock and in walk a younger couple. The woman is tall, similar to Amy from “The Big Bang Theory” her partner is smaller and skinny like a cyclist. She is in charge. They are unsurprised to see us as the apartment is having viewings in order to sell it. They ask us what we think. We say that it is nice but need to understand the building better.
The woman says that they are thinking of moving near Cardiff for her job but that accommodation in Cardiff itself is a bit pricey. I explain that we have explored there to. The basic story is that if you go north of the M4 the price drops and if you go up into valleys it gets lower reflecting both the travel time and the neighbourhood. I say that I personally am quite keen on The Vale of Glamorgan. She says thank you for the pointers. They say that they don’t fit in here because of their age.They are too young. We leave the flat and go into the corridor.
In the dream I note that the number is 32 and know this to be a dark jewel one that I am unfamiliar with to the extent that I cannot recall what it is. I resolve to look it up on waking. I wonder in the dream {and now writing} why the dark jewel 32 {disharmony} is highlighted.
We exit the building and stand back in the grounds. It looks imposing like the Celtic Manor resort near Newport, though internally more complex as above.
We walk up towards the main entrance which is a staircase over a moat like structure and enter the main atrium. It is high ceilinged and has reddish pub carpet and wood panelling. In the back we can see a canteen come restaurant operating. We can smell food. It has a flavour of school dinners / Oxford college catering. There are “cloches” over some of the plates. We go up to inspect the menu / price list. The food is all “English” and I note bland. It is reasonably priced.
We explore a little further and come upon another large space in which there is a meeting to one side. The wife sits down to listen in. It is a “University of the Third Age” type presentation. The audience is all our age or older. They are more expensively dressed than us and largely English.
I go to sit in a bar like area with sofas and tables. There are several “posh old bird” women there with drinks and dogs. The smell of intense perfume pervades. A female lurcher dog comes to explore me and sits with her paws on my foot and her head just above my lap. She is wanting attention. She has decided on me. She sits immobile.
To one side there is a “hunting – country” woman with a fluffy Lassie long haired collie. She comments that I have made a friend. She is being flirty with me. She gets up and her friend who owns the lurcher joins her. They head off to the lifts. It takes some coercion with dog treats to get the lurcher to leave me.
Exploring further we come upon a residents action group where a bunch of people, residents of the building, are up in arms about something. We see that the social life of the building is very active and lively. There are piss ups and dances.
We go to the activities notice board and see that you can get self-drive boats to go down the river to the weir and back. Ther are fishing rights in the river which flows under the moat. It is all a bit “Thursday Murder Club”.
The flat was nice enough.
The dream ends and I remain largely puzzled as why 32 should make an appearance. On writing I do not personally feel any sense of disharmony with our life and our surroundings.



