Various and Sundry ...

Last night was full of dreams and all I can remember is a couple of images - someone suddenly sitting on my chest and suffocating me - and just as quickly recognizing this and getting up; being atop of a mountain with my arms open wide to joyously  feel the icy blast; looking through papers I need to edit.  All these images are without context.

The final image is a bit more cohesive - I'm in a large living room.  It feels old-fashioned, like something out of the 1950's.  There is a large window to the right and is covered with bright orange drapes.  There are other people in the room.   Everyone is dressed in clothing of that era, the women in elegant print full-skirted dresses and the men in suits.  We are all excited because a special ceremony is about to commence.  I hear someone say that there is even a piper to pipe in the procession.

And then it begins - the piper comes in in a slow, stately manner.  He is dressed in a tartan that is predominantly yellow and black.  The wail of the bagpipes fills the room.  Behind him were some people carrying a large tinsel sign which they quickly fasten to the orange drapes - "Congratulations!", the sign said, the glittery gold blending into the orange background.

And finally, the people who are honoured march in, about a half-dozen young men and women in graduation gowns.  Everyone cheers and applauds.  The celebration now begins in earnest.