Here are last night’s dreaming snippets. It seems that the dreaming is changing and there is a reminder that I cannot be prejudiced about what the dreaming brings me and suggests. There was an earlier snippet about organising an event which I cannot recall well.

The dreaming scene opens in a facility, a large log cabin, the central building to a collection of cabins. It is the centre of the facility / park. We have gathered everybody together because we are snowed in and the weather forecast suggests that there is more snow on the way we are going to have to wait it out. Some of the people are disgruntled and unhappy.  We need to organise central catering so as to make best use of the available resources. I get everybody to bring what food they have to the central cabin and put it on the table. Because it is the end of the week and people were getting ready to leave the collection is meagre.

There are pig’s trotters, potatoes, cabbage, carrots, onions, fennel, a chicken, some stock cubes and bags of flour. I know that I can make a big hearty stew which will feed us all for days and that we can make soda-bread and dumplings. I reach for a huge aluminium saucepan. One of the richer women is horrified that I will use pig’s trotters. I explain that they will make the stew taste wonderful. She says that she would prefer to chance the roads in her 4×4. I say to her if she can even get out of the compound I will be surprised.

Most people are happy to hanker down and help with the food prep. All the spare wood has been brought in to run the fire in the central cabin where we will hanker down together to preserve energy.

Later a ranger and I go out to inspect where the creek flows into the lake. It passes under the exit road out. We can see that there has been an accumulation of mud in the tree roots along the creek which will inhibit the flow of the melt water, inundating the road. So we get busy clearing the mud with our walking canes.

I am now in a council meeting chamber. It is like a county council with a distinct flavour of an island council. It feels Jersey-lite. The council is for an affluent area and is English. There are a several of us sat around a table. I am next to Nigel Farage who smells of beer and fags. He is smoking a foul smelling cigar. The meeting is to discuss matters arising. Nigel is putting forward a request for a prohibition order for a mini-festival one of the local pubs wants to hold. He has a vested interest in getting it banned as one of his pals has land near to the pub. He brings up the request. I mention that the mini-festival is good for the island economy and vital for the pub and his staff. Surprisingly Nigel is keen to discuss the request from all angles and at the mention of money is more in favour of it going ahead. He likes the idea of bringing more money to the island. He too is surprised at himself.

The scene shifts and I am filling places in a committee of some unspecified variety and function. In front of me is the CV of Susan S. She played a significant role in the start of the start-up I was involved in. On the CV are her university affiliations and the number of non-executive director roles she has had. Some of which are big cheese like.

On waking I am surprised at why I would be “seeing” her CV and not entirely pleased that Nigel Farage has cropped up. I know that we probably won’t see eye to eye. I think that was a bit odd…