I am in a half-completed section of a high-rise. The floor that we (whoever "we" may be) are to be occupying is divided into several levels, which includes a large swimming pool. Rooms are divided with beautifully etched glass walls, all of them works of art in themselves.
I am in my office, working on the opening ceremonies, which would include a spiritual ritual, and that is supposed to take place in the pool room. I am visualizing how to set everything up to best include the reflective light of the water, and decide to see the pool itself, and am absolutely shocked at its condition. It is filled with all sorts of debris and I am very afraid of having all the vents clogged up. Upset, I go to find the man, the supervisor, who is responsible for the construction.
He is in the front office, a huge space that is also least finished. The floors are not laid, the walls are still in need of being painted. There are boards laying neatly in one corner. But the floor to ceiling windows are solidly in place, overlooking a beautiful panorama of the city sparkling in the sunlight. He is talking with someone that looks familiar, and after a moment or so, I recognize my friend Gil. I approach them, and voice my concerns about the pool.
To my surprise, the two men look at each other and begin to laugh. This upsets me more, but they assure me all is fine. The supervisor, who is a tall man with jet-black hair, walks with me back to the pool, and shows me that the entire surface is covered with a fine net into which holds an abundance of sacred herbs and botanicals. He also shows me how easy it is to remove the net, leaving the waters untouched and clean. I now see bundles of sage, parsley, dill and tarragon, as well as flowers like roses, lilies, and carnations. How lovely the pool suddenly looks!
We go back to the main room. The supervisor leaves me half-way there and as I continue to make my way there, I see another menace. Two men who I know are not part of the crew, are making their way through the rooms. They carry hammers with them, but I know these are to do harm with, not to help build. I hurry and inform Gil of their approach, and in typical Gil fashion he turns to observe them. With a sweep of his arms, they suddenly find themselves disarmed and in the hands of security. Well, I think to myself, Gil can do "real" magic after all!!
Now, I am meeting with a couple to discuss their wedding. Even in the midst of the dream I see this as something that I will be doing very soon - we concentrate our talk on the fact that there will actually be two weddings - one formal, the other more relaxed.
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