Category: South – Unknown

“G”  Dream 22-9-20

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It is possible that this dream is linked to the one published earlier because of the Italianate feel.

In everyday reality

Yesterday the electricity supply to our gates suddenly stopped working. Our gates are in the South, the place of dreams. I emailed the manufacturer in South Africa for advice. After much investigation I found that the problem was caused by a loose connection in the wiring in the right-hand conduit, which I fixed. I got up around 4am and responded to an email from someone with a Zulu name and then went back to bed. I had the following dream between 6am and 7.30.

Dream

The wife and I are in our house one that we have moved into temporarily. It is a bit like our real house in terms of dimensions but very Italianate in feel. G arrives and we have along conversation stretching far into the night. The sense is that the wife goes off to bed and leaves us to it. Before G and I go off to sleep we put up a cartoon on a free-standing easel, the cartoon is to be a thought for the day.

The next morning G reminds me of the cartoon. It is a suggestion for me not to be so staid and rigid.

G and I go outside and notice that it has rained very heavily overnight. The garden is walled and grand and very Mediterranean. The path around the pond is very wet and red-muddy. The pond is like a mirror of our real life one, but different. It has a plug-hole corner where there is a water outlet. The pond backs onto a river. G and I run out to the pond and towards the river. I have difficulty keeping up with him and say to him that I have not tried running with my broken leg. This is the first time. He slows down. We walk along the path between the pond and the river towards plughole corner. The excess water in the pond is pouring down the plughole. Our jeans are wet above ankle height with the reddish mud, we are carefree.

We walk back to the other corner and I see a commotion on the surface of the reddish-brown muddy pond. I point this out to G and say that some predator fish is hunting. As we near the corner of the pond it looks like there is a turtle chasing fish. The water clears and we can see it is in fact a woman with long dark hair and a white shirt. She has something on her back that looks like it is a turtle’s shell. She is swimming freely underwater and chasing something. She is completely at ease underwater.

Later that day I talk with a tall dark man who is known to G.

The following morning, he is sat in the parlour wearing a dark blue suit. I do not remember him, so I ask him his name. He is called “Issy” or “IsHe”. He reminds me that we spoke the previous evening. I say that I had mistaken him for G. This man speaks with a proper, posh, English accent but I know in the dream that he is fully bilingual. The wife gets up and wants to know what he does for a living; He says that he sells pub tables. She presses him “what type of pub tables?  Bar tops, bistro tables or picnic tables?” He replies all types of tables. He used to work in the city but now he is here. He is a close friend of G. He said that they had an intense and long-lasting experience together on a workshop with some dream teacher.

Now G is with us and the four of us move outside onto a covered Italianate terrace with large terracotta pots and numerous plants.

One by one people start arriving. They are all known to G. One of them is a woman who is Spanish-ish. She is called M. She sits down and starts knitting. Several others arrive and after greeting G, they take a seat.

Looking to my right I can see the head of a painted mannequin over the terrace balcony. We go over to inspect. There is large, fully bearded man who is wearing the mannequin on his shoulders. He is Scandinavian. Next to him is a small dark hippy-ish woman who is his “wife”. G knows them well and hops over the balcony to do kissy-kissy with them both.

He hops back. He introduces me to one of the women now seated on our terrace. He says that her husband was killed by a “Nor” on some kind of other world journey.

She says, thinking it will scare me, that she can tell me about the “Nor”. I say for her to go ahead, not much phases me.

In the meantime, a fair-haired woman comes in and greets G. Her name is P. In the dream I jokingly think that this means she will be “trouble”. She kisses G and it is clear that she has a very pucker English accent. She promptly lies down on the floor at my feet (like a dog). I am seated on a chair.

I turn to the collection of people and say that I didn’t know there were so many bilingual people here. They reply that they/we are everywhere, you can’t get away from them/us.

Dream ends

In everyday reality.

Whilst I was writing this down, I went outside and saw two crows flying south-east. They made five caws.

Crows are couriers to power and 2 is the number of humility and understanding sometimes destiny. Five is the need for freedom and change.

G gives worksops on lucid dreaming.

Boy – Italy – Cash Machine – Satellite Dish – Cats – Birds – Rose – Wolf Dreams -18-03-2024.

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The first dream starts with us welcoming a young boy into our house. He is sandy haired and with freckles. It is a French house with linear stairs and the boy is of French extraction.

He goes out for the day and when we come back, he has left us an ornamental plant and a bottle of milk on the stairs.

I say to him that this is now his home and he can place the milk in the refrigerator in the kitchens alongside ours.

I wake up for a loo break and learn that my wife has not yet slept.

I am in a garage around a yard of sorts where there are various units of an artisanal nature. I notice that from time to time a model car drives across the courtyard and into one of the units. The next time this happens it is a toy Mercedes. I follow the car into the unit and it tips over slightly spilling some cuboid white crystals onto the floor.

The remote driver comes in and he sees that I have seen the drugs spill from the toy car.

He comes over to me and I explain that I was a chemistry lecturer. I point him at one of my papers on carbazole. I know what the substance is.

The next day there is another delivery and I explain to him that I am not going to bust him to the cops because I used to do drugs, weed and ‘shrooms.

He is satisfied.

At this point a large minibus pulls up and collects the wife and I. Warren Gatland is driving and we are going South over the border into an important event in Italy. Not everyone has been invited. We drive for a number of hours. The sky clears to blue and the architecture becomes Italianate.  We arrive at a magnificent walled city reminiscent of Valetta. From our approach we can marvel at the buildings.

We get out and are sitting around on a piazza. Gatland asks what wine is best to have with pasta. He goes round and people in the group give various answers including Pinot Grigio. I say Cloudy Bay from New Zealand, a Southern hemisphere wine. He agrees that this is best.

We are the on some kind of boat in an underground canal system. Either side of the boat are exquisite carvings in white marble. I wonder out loud, “how many man hours went into the carving of that goat?” We enter a white vaulted and domed space with a jetty. We disembark and arrive at the lobby of a top notch posh Italian hotel. This where we will be staying and where the event is.

I ask at the front desk if there is a cash machine.

A grey haired man in a white jacket lifts up a wooden lid to reveal a cash machine. At first attempt I cannot get my CCF card into the slot. He asks me how much money I want. I reply £100. He says that that won’t last long here, things are expensive it will be gone in a flash. I put my CCF card in and type in my real world pin which contains 3 and 5.  I ask for £200. The card reader rejects my card. I then try my HSBC gold visa with the pin which adds to 23. I ask for £300. It too is declined.

I am mildly concerned that it is a posh affair and that I have no trousers which will fit me.

At this stage there are numerous very small kittens running over my hand with the machine and playing with me. Sat outstretched on the front desk is woman in a black outfit as per Sally Bowles in Cabaret. She is holding a cigarette in a black cigarette holder. She is feline. She wants me to pat her and play with her like I am doing with the kittens.

 I get up and the grey haired man and I climb up to the top floor of the hotel. It is in need of renovation. We are trying to fix the satellite dish which is the connection for the cash machine. We go out onto the roof. I manage to dislodge the satellite dish from its fixations. I tell that man that if he can get a signal finder instrument, I will be able to realign his dish for him so that it works.

We go down into one of the rooms on the top floor. It is a bit of a state with some graffiti. In the room are two red and green birds. They are long tailed and look like miniature parakeets.

I turn to the window in the room. I open it slightly and the birds come over to my hand. One sits on my left hand and the other on the window latch. I open the window further and both birds fly out.

In the sky formed of birds I can see the distinct outline of first the yellow rose of friendship and then a wolf in a howling posture. 

I am surprised by this. It is overtly Toltec.

Dream ends.

Emmanuel Macron – Medical – Job – Teotihuacán – Dream 22-12-23

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Here is this morning’s totally out of the blue dream.

The wife and I are staying in a temporary apartment. It is well finished and on an upper floor. It is in a city in a posh neighbourhood. There is a buzz on the intercom and I go to answer it.

“The car is here for you now, sir!”

I go downstairs and am driven to another posh looking building. It is of a Parisian style. I am ushered into a very elegant hall with highly veneered wooden panelling and elegant curtains. The style is palatial. I am standing there examining the beauty of the room.

In walks Emmanuel Macron. He is suited and booted. He walks over to me, shakes my hand, and puts his left arm on my shoulder. He speaks to me in English and ushers me through a disguised door in the panelling.

We are now in pitch black. I say that we need some light. A switch flicks. A bright white light comes on.

I can see that Macron has a large pair of callipers and is measuring the size of my head.

In front of me is a high technology medical examination room. There are an array of doctors wearing white coats. The head doctor says to the others that they must now assess every aspect of my physical health. They will need to know every detail including things like alcohol consumption and food preference. There is much muttering.

A tall smartly dressed older woman who is not a doctor comes over to me. The callipers have vanished. I can see from the way that she and Macron are interacting that they know each other well and he trusts her.

She asks me why I applied for the job as driver / adviser.

I say that I was not aware that I had.

She asks me if I think I could work with Macron.

I say that from what I have seen of him on the TV I like his character and approach so yes.

This seems to please Macron.

We are now standing by an immaculate piece of cabinet making. On it is a souvenir of Teotihuacán. The photo card has an image of all the temple complex buildings. Attached to each building is a precious or semi-precious stone.

Macron asks me who the best emperor of Teotihuacán was.

I say it has been wiped from my mind. There was a time when I was fascinated by all things South American. I knew them all.

He smiles and says that one of the perks of the job is that people give you interesting and thought provoking presents.

The medics have arranged a series of appointments for me.

A tall young woman with blonde hair in a pastel blue suit comes into the room. She goes over to the human resources woman. Apparently, the younger woman is to be my liaison.

Macron comes with me back to the apartment. Now the car is his limousine.

He comes up in the lift with me and opens the door to the apartment. He ushers me in. There is an understanding that we will meet again soon.

The wife is asleep on the couch under a blanket.

As the door closes, she wakes up.

I say to her that she is unlikely to believe what has just happened.

Dream ends.

Reiki – Eagle – Jaguar – Cats Dream Vignettes 24-11-23

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After what was a strange and weird day yesterday here are last night’s dream vignettes. I have a feeling there may be more weirdness to come today. I could be wrong.

The first dream starts in some kind of new age clinic or spa. I am laid out on a massage table. The room is white and I am wearing a smallish white towel around my midriff. There is a smell of something incense like, more modern and chemical than incense. There is a large young plump woman standing over me. She is wearing trousers and tunic, reminiscent of a nurse uniform. Her hair is up in bun. I am laid face down.

She is doing some energetic healing work on me which is like reiki but not reiki. She is talking her time and her hands are a few inches above my body. She works from feet to skull and back again. I know that she is of a Southerly persuasion. The dream fades.

I see a large black and white eagle from the side. It is perched on a rock overlooking a valley below. The eagle lifts off and I become one with the eagle. I am the eagle. I swoop down over the fields and see sheep grazing in dry stone walled fields. I fly along a small river and swoop back up towards the crag. It feels like the lake district. The sky is grey and ominous. I soar around the top of a craggy mountain. The sensation of joy in flight is magnificent. I hear the wind with my sensitive ears. The sensation is marked. The dream fades.

I am now at the edge of a verdant clearing. On one side is farmland, the other jungle. It is very tropical and I am a South American jaguar. My spotted coat is in good condition and I move lithely along the edge of the jungle. I am not afraid of the nearby villagers whom I can hear. I go down to a small brook to drink. I sniff the air and then head back into the jungle. Dream fades.

I am asleep in an upstairs room of a small house. The window is open and daylight streams in. I wake and stretch. A small grey cat appears on the windowsill. She jumps down on the bed and nuzzles me. She goes back to the windowsill and is joined by a much larger cat who is white and with different coloured spots. The grey cat jumps on the bed. The other cat watches. It jumps down onto the edge of the bed. I lightly shoo it.

We all go downstairs. The room downstairs has earthenware tiles on the floor. It is cool and the back door to the house is open. The grey cat and the white cat are over by the hearth. Another very large cat appears at the door. It does not come in. The two cats leave with it. I imagine that they are going out to play. I hear a kerfuffle and go out to investigate.

The two large cats are pulling the grey cat between them. It is like tug of war. They each have a good bite on the cat. I shout at them. They ignore me and the grey cat snaps in half. I go to pick the cat up. I have one half but the third cat is guarding its half. I know that this cat is wild and unpredictable. I have a glove on my hand and reach out to pick up the other half of the grey cat. The cat hisses. I retrieve the half cat and will show the dead cat to the wife before burying it. The tug of war takes place in a garden reminiscent of one of the houses we visited.

In the dream I know that this is a warning about being ripped apart by forces bigger than me. They are to do with temporal matters. The cat is similar to our cat Bowie but it is not her. Dream fades.

I am now waiting in a villa. A young woman is with me she is stretched out on an armchair. She is very relaxed. She says that this villa will be good for small scale team development work. I agree with her. Someone comes to fetch us. We are taken to a “boardroom” style room with a meeting table. I am there to act as expert advice. Because people are wearing maroon and mustard clothes around the table it is obviously a French meeting. The chair, a man with white hair, rimless spectacles, and maroon corduroy trousers ushers me to sit at the other end of the table from him.

Dream ends.

On waking I am struck that although these segments are varied, they are interconnected.

Southerly Dreamers – Human Resources Dream – 08-03-2024

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Here is last night’s dream to add to the sequence kicked off with the human puzzle dream

I am with C who I know is a southerly dreamer. She is now quite old as she would be in real life if still alive. We are in the second-floor administration “barn” of the Sherfield building. We are walking towards an exit onto a main road. I have in my hand an old Motorola ‘phone with a small aerial. It is in a protective jacket. I am filming as we go. On exiting the building security drive up with a yellow JCB. They pick C up with the prongs of the JCB fork and deposit her on the other side of some black painted iron railings. She falls to the ground and although flustered is largely unhurt.

I go back into the building looking for L who is also a southerly dreamer. I go upstairs to the top floor. She is holding some kind of IT class with an open inquiry desk. I ask her how I can get the footage off the ‘phone and onto a personal computer. She says that she thinks there is a drive in the back that she can connect. I suddenly remember that although the ‘phone is old it has rudimentary blue tooth.

I go to a personal computer and via blue tooth I download the file and play it back. It clearly shows someone directing security to use the JCB to threaten us. I save it to a flash drive.

As I am walking downstairs a woman from human resources intercepts me. She says that she knows that I have the file. I say that I am just going to check and then I’ll come show her. She says threateningly that it might be better for me to lose the file. I go back to the PC and check the file is still there. I then go to the human resources office.

The woman is not there. I can see on her computer screen in old fashioned green the command prompt c:\>. I type dir return. The screen shows a whole list of files in bright green with my name incorporated in the filenames. I know these are monitoring files which human resources have been building up so that they can threaten me with exposure should I in any way start to litigate. These files are partially hidden on their computers. I know that this relates to when I theoretically hinted about constructive dismissal way back. I find it bizarre and aggressive that they have kept such files for so long. Petty.

Dream ends.

Djembe Attack Dream and Brazilian Tree Dream 23-10-22

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I’ll put these two together even though I woke up between them. They seem geographically linked.

I am on a Caribbean Island which has a South American feel. I get off a train on an overground railway and descend a staircase into a partially lit underpass. There is a news stand there selling newspapers and cigarettes. Next to the stand are two young men with djembe drums. They are both Afro-Caribbean. One of them has a tatty looking hat. A young boy comes up to me and asks if I like Djembe. I say, “yes I do”. On hearing my reply, the young men strike up a call and answer Djembe beat. This goes on for a while.

Soon more performers join in and quite quickly there are a multitude of performers along with some very energetic dancers. There is a carnival feel and it is very colourful. I lie down on the ground to watch. A young, well fed, South American black woman sits herself astride me and starts to grind. She looks over her shoulder and notices that her boyfriend, who is a gangster, has noted. Even though it is not my fault he will be angry. She says that I had better leave.

I get up and start to walk away. Around the boyfriend a gang of men gather. They have sticks which reach from their hands down to the ground.  Some have machetes. The atmosphere is very threatening. I continue walking away. They ominously start to follow me. I am feeling threatened, but I know that this is a dream. All I have to do is wake up and I will be back here in Brittany.

I wake up feeling a heightened awareness that one gets from threat. It is 3:13 AM I go downstairs and have two yoghurts. I go back to bed and am awake for an hour or so.

I am in Brazil somewhere inland and far from the coast. It is a kind of mission station with bungalow buildings each with a veranda equipped with a fly screen. Just outside the village in a cleared area there is a small crowd of people. I go over and they are cutting up and moving the big tree which has fallen during the night. The tree is enormous, and the understanding is that it has stood there for hundreds of years. It has had a special role in the lives of the people.

When the tree has been cut up and stacked. They start to work on a new bed, turning the earth over with care. Along with others I start to bring whitewashed stones. These stones are very white and the size of a rugby ball. There are others much smaller, the size of a hand. They are flat. We place the big white stones around the edge of the flower bed. In the middle of the bed the priest and an elder are planting a sapling which is about six feet tall and securing it to a wooden post. There is a sense that this is an energised spot. This tree will, in time, replace the big tree. The villagers and I place the smaller flat stones onto the bed. Interspersed with the white flat stones are some black ones to make a fairly intricate pattern. When the work is done, we all stand back in a loose circle and admire the handiwork. There is a sense of good will and satisfaction.

I awake and find myself once again in our bed in Brittany.

Golden Toblerone – South American River Dream -04-08-2024

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This short dream had a marked vividness.

I know that I am in South America and a long way from coastal civilisation. It is the jungle and a tributary of the Amazon. I am on a shabby wooden boat with blue, white and red paint. The boat is anchored and facing upstream into the flow.

On the side of the boat on a table cloth is our white plastic colander. In which is a tea towel and a couple of triangular pieces of gold. The triangles are equilateral with a side around 6cm and the thickness of 1cm. They are, being pure gold, heavy. They are reminiscent of pieces of a golden Toblerone. The man on the boat speaks to me in a language which sounds like Portuguese or Spanish. He is smoking. He has a straw hat.

I dive into the river and swim to the bottom where I collect more pieces of gold. I bring these up and pop them in the colander.

I repeat this process several times. The colander quickly fills up. I have my arms on the deck of the boat with my feet in the water. I am wearing cut down blue denim jeans shorts. I note that soon the colander will bow under the weight of the gold.

I dive down one last time and pick up the last three pieces of “Toblerone”. I surface and place the gold in the colander. The gold glistens in the sun. I can see the water droplets on it. It is very vivid.

The dream ends. 

Dreams With Maps In 2011-2024

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The first thing to say is that when I “see” maps in dreams they are very vivid and often highly detailed. They have a property of standing out of the dreamscape.

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12-08-2011

In my Bakula dream set in a mountain hillside terminus high up in the Nepal-Tibet – Bhutan area. “All trains go through Bakula” is spoken on the Tannoy. I see a map with Bakula at the node of a triskelion of rail lines

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1-9-2013

I see a map of India which looks like the front view of an Elephant with a bindi which is Bodh Gaya where Siddartha is said to have attained enlightenment. I go there.

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14-9-13

I see a map of Japan and the location of the subjective gateway to freedom guarded by an Elephant.

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27-6-2104

Again, in high “Himalaya” the Karmapa shows me a hidden cave on a mountain on a secret map.

These all share a Buddhist them in addition to a map theme.

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29-01-21

Set in Budapest Hungry I discuss a map with four tourist women. The map is of Derbyshire where I once used to live. I offer them a lift.

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14-08-2023

I am shown a map showing the location of the Polish Tartar {Tartyr} centre. Which I see later as a Neon sign.

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04-09-2023

I am shown a map of Rawalpindi and the rail station. I am to teach at the university there in the Punjab. I am met by faculty.

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It seems 2024 is the “year of the maps”. What is next?

09-03-2024

I am in Northern Territory Australia and can see a detailed map of the Barkly high way stretching all the way to Townsville.

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21-04-2024

I am giving directions to an old friend from a mental map which I hold of the lake district and Cumbria. The 3d map held in my mind is both detailed and accurate. He does not want to accept my directions.

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25-05 2024

High up in the South America Andes I am shown a map with an 11,000 foot peak on it. We are about to hike.

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28-07-24

I see a map of London showing University College Hospital and the London postcode SW4. I am shown this map when located {dreaming} in SW7 and I cannot find that on the map. I used to live in SW2 which is next to SW4

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 The other comment is that there are a lot of mountains and mountainous areas….

Famous Scientist – Maps Dream 28-07-2024

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Here is this morning’s dream.

The dream starts inside a university building. I am walking past a desk with my name on it. For some reason nobody has claimed that desk though I know that I have not used it in a very long time. I go past a locker which also has my name on it. For some reason I am the only person who knows that I am not still there, nor have I been in a very long time.

I find myself next to a stack of large filing cabinets. The top drawer is open in one. A tall man {J?} is talking with me.

He asks me what I think makes a famous scientist.

I ask him for an example of a famous scientist.

He says, Andrew.

I say that in my opinion there is a difference between a famous scientist and a good one. I say that a good scientist does thorough studies like Physical Review B, whereas a famous scientist is forever seeking headlines.

He says that I will never be a famous scientist.

I say that I never was a famous scientist, nor will I ever be. I already know that. At best it is now only a hobby of mine.

I leave and head through the exit hall of the Imperial College chemistry department.

I pause and head back towards what once was the library. Its function is restored.

I go in and there is a student sitting at a large communal table. He is looking at a map. I take a souvenir map of London off the shelf.

I can see that one of the chairs is broken, as is one of the cabinets.

I start to open up the map on the communal table. I explain to him that the map is free. I can see a massive new development in East London which is labelled University College Hospital. I am struggling to find our present location on the map. The librarian comes over. I explain that I used to cycle around London and that I am looking for my route.

She says that I probably came in on the A roads from the South.

I reorient the map and can see an area labeled SW4. The map only shows SW4.

I note in the dream that this belongs to a class of dreams called map dreams.

The dream ends.

*Numerologically SW4 is 1 + 5 +4 = 10 = 1 Impeccability reducing to fluidity. Impeccability is the jewel of the Southerly Dreamer.

*SW4 London is Clapham and Stockwell and ends close to where I once lived in Brixton.

Human Puzzle Dream – 6-3-2024

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Here is last night’s dream. It is of an unusual type what one might call occult dreams.

The dream starts with me talking to a woman who is some kind of messenger, post woman. She is speaking to me in a shady wooded area. She says that I have a strictly human problem or puzzle to solve before anyone will listen to me. That problem will come in 19 parts and will take some time to solve. It is a very human problem.

The scene changes and I know this to be the first part of the puzzle. I am in a Breton style small housing estate with new build houses. The house is surrounded by ping pong ball sized pebbles. The walls are magnolia and enclose the property at waist height.

There are two young women there whom I do not know. They are both naked and standing up. One has dark hair and the other blonde. I cannot see breasts or genitals. One of them who has a hairless pubis is running and sliding on the ground on her backside. I am concerned that the pebbles will damage her genitals and penetrate her. This even when she has no visible genitals.

In the dream I note that this is mightily weird I have not had a symbolic dream for a very long time. I know this to be the first part of the puzzle.

I woke up for a loo visit. I go back to sleep.

I find myself in a British style pub and I am talking with a young woman also unknown to me. The pub is actually a rugby club. Harrow 4th team have just played a match. There are two young rugby players who are smaller than I, she wants me to guess their weight. I say that the first one looks to be about 11 stone. She says that the second one has told her he is 28 stone. I say that he looks more like 13 stone to me. I know that 28 is the dark jewel for abuse of power and that 11 is the jewel for strength. 13 is death of the old.  I know that this is a warning about balance. If one is too strong one abuses the power.

Dream ends.

Post hoc the first segment pertains to the South and the second segment pertains to the North.