Tony,
I am still reading through your Website and it is so helpful to remember.
I am not into diving into my dreams in words (yet?). It still feels like writing them down, looking at the symbols in the dream dictionary and then enter the dream without words or judgments and waiting for the pieces to fall into place.
I think that even when it is my own resistance which I merely respect with this approach, it is gentle towards myself to not force my way through it.
Dream, or what I remember of it:
I am sitting at a table. I am a representative in what is like some sort of a school exam and we are waiting for the teacher to give the test.
The student who will take the test is a woman.
On the table lays what looks like a hand made Kipa in bright, different colors.
I put it on my head and I laugh. The Kipa does not fit, it is too small.
Then the teacher arrives, it is a woman.
We are standing behind a small, square pillar, because the teacher has a few questions about the student.
She tells me it is interesting that we know each other, the student and I.
She asks me if we have met after school as well and I tell her we did not; we have only spoken to each other at school.
I am with the student in a corridor and she feels ashamed about something. Then she tells me that she has been a prisoner.
I tell her that it does not matter and that we have something in common because I have been in boarding school, which is like a prison as well. Then she is gone.
End of dream
Anna the Dreamer
