Dreamt I was in the kitchen of my old home at Amersham. I was married to/loved a Greek young woman. She was a mixture of my wife and a woman I was connected with for many years, but she didn’t look like them. She saw I had a wallet sewed onto my back trouser pocket, and thought I didn’t know it was there. She took it off and gave it to me as an act of caring. I knew it was there and quite content with it as it was. With humour I told my woman I knew it had been there. On looking at it I saw it was a plastic wallet with sewing materials. That is, needles, darning wool, etc. My woman stormed out of the kitchen upset at my words. I threw the wallet after her, not at all angrily, but she had gone.
She came back. I realised how deeply upset she was. I kissed her to show her how I hadn’t been trying to hurt her, but she was inconsolable. A mother, hers or mine, told her not to carry on so stupidly.
Then I was at a temple or church, then a marketplace. I stood on the side of a stall, looking over the heads of the people passing. I was watching out for my woman, feeling depressed and irritable, a failure maybe. As I watched, a huge young man slowly walked into view from my left. He was ten or twelve feet high, with huge thick limbs. Although slow, his movements were not clumsy. He looked something like a Downs syndrome person, but not mentally backward, yet not quick witted mentally either. I wanted to stare at him, but didn’t want to embarrass him. I wanted my son to see him also.
Tony