Oh! I don't know what triggered it but I suddenly remembered a bit of my dream from last night!
I am in a large field with a group of people. Everything is open, with a line of trees all around us in the distance. The grass is lush and green, and the clear sky is just deepening to night. The first stars are just starting to come out as we all get our bedrolls ready for sleep.
Time blurs and when we wake up now, we are in a huge building where there was only the field before. We make our way into a dining room, capable of holding many more people than our small group. The building is of metal and giant panes of curved glass, so that everywhere we look we can see the outside. There is now a tarmac visible, but beyond that is still the line of trees. I sip at my tea and suddenly hear a deep droning sound. Looking out the other side, I see a large army-style helicopter with at least a dozen men sitting on the struts. It is obvious that they are soldiers and are on training exercises.
The machine flies overhead and is joined by another on. I watch as heart-stopping exercises are performed by the young men - they jump from one 'copter to another, walk along the outside struts, and other amazing stunts. I feel the fear that is typical of watching a high-wire act - knowing that they know what they're doing, but still fearing for their safety.
Again, there is a blurring of time and space, the structure changes into a wooden lodge. I am with a group of women who are working on rag dolls. This is very serious to them, making sure that the outfits are absolutely correct. There is a feeling that I have gone back in time, into the late 1800's, and this is our employment.
I measure the length of a calico skirt on a doll before beginning to hem it.
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