I'm having a difficult time sorting through the dreams I had last night. I think it will be easier to just list them as three separate dreams, since at this point I'm not sure if they were all related or not. Here we go:
Dream 1 - School for Girls
I am a teacher in a school for girls. The school is a beautiful campus that feels very Mediterranian - cool stone walls, archways that are overgrown with vines, short series of steps that takes one into shady gardens as well as into the cool interior rooms. There are terraces from which the ocean can be seen in a distance as a blue and silver ribbon.
It is at such a terrace that I'm sitting with other teachers, and we are discussing an arts project that the girls have been working on. I am very impressed with many of the submissions, which include three-dimensional pop-ups and use of many different media. Suddenly, one teacher screams and throws down a piece. She is shocked beyond words! She is aghast and mortified! One of the students dared to use the word "uterus" in her work!! Such language is totally unacceptable, she states, fanning herself indignantly. The rest of us look at each other and begin to laugh. Soon some of the girls join us, including a lovely olive-skinned one with long black hair, who is the "offending" one. After some self-conscious giggling, a chant begins, "Uterus! Uterus!" Before long, we form a bunny-hop line and begin to dance all around the terrace, and around the single teacher, who continues to be deeply offended and embarrassed by our bold display.
Dream 2 - Sewing Pouches
I am sitting by a sewing machine and am given a quantity of white muslin fabric scraps, and asked to make as many small draw-string pouches as I can. I begin my work, but am concerned that the fabric isn't strong enough to hold anything securely. It is transparent, beautifully soft, and flows through my fingers like sensually. I decide that it's not my place to question this, only to make what I've been asked.
The work progresses well, and soon I have a stack of pouches of various sizes made, and begin to thread the draw-strings through the casings. At this stage I am joined by my friend, Charles, who tells me that he's heard these pouches will be used to hold some special corn. He takes me to another room where I see sacks of the golden grain. What surprises me the most is that some of it is wrapped in bubble-wrap. Charles shows me some markings on the bubble-wrap, and states that this indicates this corn contains a special "code", and is very precious. I get the impression of some kind of genetic code that is designed to be of great benefit to humanity.
Dream 3 - Dodging Bulldozers
Charles and I are now walking along an empty road that soon leads into a heavy construction zone. Both sides of the street are lined with huge bulldozers. There are no houses anywhere, only vague impression of wilderness beyond this. We also become aware that there are no people around - at least at first. About half-way through the construction zone, I am startled suddenly to see the huge tractor move, blocking my way. A man driving it yells at me to be careful, and I know that he's just as startled to see me as I am to be in this situation. Charles stands behind me with his hands on my shoulders, ready to move me out of the way instantly.
As we stand there, we see each machine, bulldozer and truck, neatly parked, shut down. The operators of these vehicles get out and form an escort line through which Charles and I pass safely.
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