In one of my dreams I was a woman of Polish origin but not myself, living in Russia. A man who was an authority figure of sorts offended Polish honor when speaking to me, and I had to defend it by proclaiming how honorable Polish patriots were. I had the sense that he did that on purpose though because he wanted to hear my defense. Then I broke in somewhere and he caught me, and I had the choice of going to jail or working for him and his people as a thief. As my first assignment I had to steal a loaf of bread and a box of blueberries. I was then paid six crumbs of bread and two blueberries. When I objected, he pointed out to me how hungry the other people in the room looked, and I stopped objecting. A boy, not my son but close to my older son in age, was organizing a book sale in front of his house with his mom, and I was helping with the book sale. The boy had made a huge sign, saying "Dirty Books." When I saw it I laughed. He asked why I laughed, I explained that this word had another meaning from what he meant. When he asked what the meaning was though, I gave him some sort of nonresponse. Later at the book sale, a man came to look for our "dirty books", when he found out that the sign was a kid's mistake though, he took it with good humor, and even decided to buy a Nero Wolf mystery book (note: even Nero Wolf mysteries I would not expect at an elementary school aged kid's book sale, but in the dream that did not bother me). I said that today will perhaps mark an unexpected revival of popularity of Nero Wolf books. In this dream my husband told me that our bank accounts were going to expire in half an hour, and that we could not make it there on time. He seemed optimistic though that all it would take would be some paperwork the next day. Meanwhile I worried that all our savings were gone. I arrived at the bank, but there were different doors with confusing labels that had nothing to do with money. So I left and called my husband and said that I had failed to go to the bank, and could he go revive our accounts. I do vaguely remember though that then we were at the bank meeting together. At first it looked like my fear was going to prove correct that we had lost all out money, but then I pointed out to the bank that our home's mortgage was with their bank, and if we don't have any money, we cannot make our mortgage payments, and then they seemed more interest in reviving our accounts.
I am in a lecture theatre... and I walked down to the bottom. There is a professor getting ready for his lecture. For a moment I think its Simon G, well perhaps he is, but I can't tell for sure. When I am passing by, I look at his nose and it looks as if he had some disease on in. Its all brown and with a thick layer or sore skin as if he had some infection on it. I just keep walking. There is a stage behind and some door. I know the door goes outside, but I never went through. When I come to the door, it is actually a gate. This gate is made of several flat metal bars. As I come near it... it rotates on the top and it pulls the metal bars up. I look at it wit amazement. I don't understand how is that done. How could the metal bar "bend"?? I keep moving forward and backwards just to see how the gate opens and closes. I cannot figure it out, but its very cool. Then there is another one that separates the outside world with the University area. Next thing I now is that I am at a bank. It is Loyds. I want to open new account so I can get my phone insurance. I am standing in the middle and wait for someone to serve me. There is this cocky guy as an assistant and he seems little confused. Then he comes to me and I tell him about the account I want to open. He says that it is no problem and just to take a seat. So I do. He sits next to me. What strikes me is the way he sits. Balancing on the char with his legs spread, as if some teenager or so. I always pay attention to body language so no wonder this surprised me. I though to myself, that this is not very professional. Then I notice a woman, that is clearly a manager. I ask the guy what documents do I need, because I don't have anything on me really. He looks at the manager, then he says, that we see what can be done. Next I can hear some other customers that are opening new account, talking about address and postal code. I think, thats good, I can remember mine easily. And I do so. Then I am on my way back to the lecture and my phone rings. Its George. We chat for a while and he asks me if I go out, to Disco Hut with him. I don't understand as he is supposed to be in australia. He says that he is in Czech and whether I am coming soon too. We find out that he is staying only until 20/12 whereas I am coming back at 21/12... so its not gonna work out.
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