11 Nov 2005 - Another strange dream
I had another strange dream this morning.I was working at my desk, and an ex-colleague (who was sacked a couple of years ago) had come in to the office and was talking to my boss at the next next to mine.
I was feeling uncomfortable with her being there, so went into the server room on the pretext of doing some admin task. The server room had been rearranged, and my boss had stuck a sheet of paper on each piece of kit, explaining its purpose.
I heard someone coming in. It was some other staff from the office, and I realised that I was no naked, except for a bath towel. I wasn’t distressed by this in any way, but still moved into a corner, behind one of the comms cabinets, so as not to embarrass whoever was coming in.
Then, somehow I was wearing what appeared to be a suit jacket, but nothing else except for the bath towel around my waist, but still wasn’t worried about this.
The next thing is that I’m suddenly outside and making my way home on foot. I’m no longer near my office, but near Chorlton village green (which is near where I used to live). I decide to run, and I’m sprinting along the roads and down the back alley ways, though the fallen Autumn leaves. I feel great joy at the ease with which I’m able to run. As I emerge onto the village green from an alleyway, I slow to a walk. I hear a voice singing. It seems to be coming from a church on the green. The voice is pure and clear, and the melody heartbreakingly beautiful. The green is totally different from how I remember it. There are cafes around the edge and people sitting on benches on the green itself. Many of them are weeping quietly with the effects of the song they can all hear, but it’s a joyous weeping. I manage to keep my composure as I walk across the green and exit on my way back home.
But the road is full of cars exiting from a nearby car park. They all seem to be English cars from the 60s and 70s, driven by young men and I realise it’s some sort of cruising ritual. I am trying to negotiate my way past the first car …. And then I woke up and realised I’d overslept by twenty minutes.
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that is beautiful
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