Surprise sandwich

I have been going back to sleep after I initially wake up and I find that I dream much more vividly afterwards. This morning's dream was a big surprise. I don't remember the context too well, except that it didn't include anyone I know, but it ended up with being given an award which turned out to be a very long baguette. When I opened the baguette there was a bed of lettuce on which sat a long and toothsome crocodile.

Make of that what you will!

The message gets clearer, or Kitchen Talk

If anything happens now in my dreams, it is going on within four walls…

I have to deliver a presentation of a project for my job. I am standing in the middle of a square room, facing the window; the light outside is a bit blueish – like a winter dusk in Russia. I know that the room is a kitchen, there is a large wooden table with a bench beside, but I do not remember any other kitchen stuff.

The room is full of people, I recognise some colleagues. There is movement, talk, laughter, hands-shaking: nobody listens to me, I begin to feel panic. I see one of our coordinating doctors [the one I had conflicts with in the past], sitting at the table, and ask him to help me to have people’s attention. He dismisses me with a laugh.

Enfolded in... alb :)

Train dreams seem to subside; does it mean Terminus, I wonder... But the whirring mind never stops. That's what it produced last night : 

I am serving at St Georges, there is a large crowd of people at the altar and in the assembly, it is a special occasion, the altar is very well lit. For some reason, I am not at my usual place (went on an errand? do not quite remember), and I am not wearing my alb. 

I know we acolytes must soon pick up the candles and return to the sacristy as we usually do at the end of the Mass. I hesitate – will I have enough time to put on the alb and get back to the altar?

I decide to give it a try; go to the sacristy and start putting on my alb; but in a hurry, put it on the other way round (back on the front), and find myself caught in its folds. 

Woke up to a blasting headache, feeling that I didn’t make it to the altar  after all.

NB : two sources in waking life can be identified. Yesterday during the Mass, a sidesman asked me if I would like to bring an element to the altar; I said "Yes of course"; he was supposed to give me a shout when I had to go, but for some reason did not. He apologized later and said that he didn't see me in the crowd, that's why he picked up someone else. Also, I had a conversation about liturgy yesterday night; remember saying that the church was well lit, among other things. 

Compostage obligatoire, or the Old Woman and the Train

Train dream again. I am walking into a railway station, which reminds me of St Lazare in Paris, and of Historical Museum in Moscow.  The platform I need is very close to the exit. It is dusk, the sky is purple red; it is summer.

I am walking to the second or the third carriage of the train: the old green train Moscow - Prague I used to take when I was small, going to Ouzhgorod for holidays. I see a very old woman, whom I recognize as my mother's school teacher and life-long friend. She is standing on the platform, leaning on the train, very weak, her face has no expression. There are other people around - her family, among them I remember a boy of about 9 years old, perhaps a grand-son. 

I am heading towards the group to say hello. A younger woman whom I do not know, her daughter, greets me and says someything like, "How lucky! I was going to ask you to take care of my mother". 

I am going to answer "Of course! With pleasure" when I realize that I have no tickets. In a flashback, I see these tickets (2 of them) in my mother's hands, back home. They look exactly like the SNCF tickets I am so used to, and they are not there. And I think, "Oh! This is because I thought I had an electronic ticket!". 

Then the dream fades - I do not see the departure, and do not know if the old woman took the train. 

Distance and Direction

More dreams about transport. This time (last night) I was quietly going against the tide of a crowd of commuters in my own familiar nearest metro station. Interestingly, the crowd seemed to go in, while I struggled to get out of the station... I swear --  I don't do it on purpose!  Waiting now for aicrafts, flying carpets, camels, horses, ships and bycicles, and other devices the enlightened humanity uses to deal with distance. 

Distance and direction. The way the movement occurs:  fast, brutal; slow, uncertain. My unconscious attempts to communicate with the tiny portion of my personality which happens to be controlled by reason, and which I usually call "I".  I am rather grateful -  clearly, I am not spoiled by the amount of communication received from the outer world; and wish some  people communicated as extensively as my unconscious!

Well. Just joking. 

Please mind the gap between the train and the station

Different means of transport seem  to have  invaded  my dream space. Last month it was about me driving a fast car, then about getting out of a metro station... Last night, a vivid graphic dream about leaving a train in movement. It was gaining speed, first slowly and then faster and faster. There were other people, all quietly and without panic going towards the doors. I  hesitated a moment to reach  for my coat. The train was now moving quite fast, and I thought, in a dull detached emotionless way: well, it will be lethal now.  

Do  not know if I jumped or not – woke up , feeling my body as hard and  as inert as stone.