Here is last night’s dream.

The dream opens with the wife and I in a car. We are driving along somewhere south of the Bristol Channel. We are in the West Country, Devon or Somerset perhaps. The roads are not busy and we pull over to look at some large paper maps. They unfold like Ordnance Survey hiking maps and take up most of the front seat of the car. We are not lost, we are checking coordinates and looking at the lay of the land. I know that Bristol is loosely to the North of us.

There is a shared knowing that Debbie will need to have sex with me in order to make sense of something which happens to/with Clive. She will need to let me make sense of thing for her in order to find some peace. I will be able to give support.

{This in the dreaming symbol sense of sex.}

The scene changes and we are in some form of large stone room. It feels of vault in a church or castle. Laid out flat on the floor are four hooded “medieval” cassocks. The cloth is rough and not luxurious. They are dark brown. The construction is simple made from at most two pieces of cloth. They are perhaps penitent. There are two pairs. Each pair comprises one smaller female cassock and one larger male one. On each below the neck “V” opening there is a single white embroidered crucifix about five inches long. In the low light of the room it is not at first easy to discern them. But on closer inspection one can see these crucifixes clearly.

The dream changes and I am in some kind of subterranean antechamber, part of a larger perhaps castle structure. I am there with a pompous upper class twit overly dressed for the occasion in a Jeeves kind of way. He is remarking that he did not know these rooms were there. We start to explore in different directions. There is a sitting room, a main chamber, a library and a games room. There is even a kind of legal court chamber off an internal staircase. The twit says that he needs a dump and goes in search of the toilet. He mutters something about them having taken away the traditional long drop toilet outside the castle walls {into the moat} away and that he will have to find an eco-toilet. I pause in the library. Unbeknownst to him I always knew that these secret rooms were here.

The scene changes and I am outside in a town square during a busy festival or festnacht. There are pub tables everywhere and people are sampling food from the food stalls there. I am sat at a table with some tourists. We are eating Asian food from carboard cartons. I am part of the event organisers. Jason walks past and  I greet him. He answers in German giving off the impression that he has never met me. He does not want to be seen to know me, especially in public. I think his is being a knobhead and tell him so.

The dream ends.