StephL

WBTB with alarm and (hence?) no recall - no lucid - but a very vivid dream again, and it took ages. Really ages.


Dream #1: I need a job, like a fast side-job, and got one as helper for a ballet-dancer while they were training and practising for a show. It was a huge production, I wasn't a dancer, but doing her stretching with her, or on her and doing all sorts of stuff for her - carrying her water, basically. It was very interesting - she was incredibly hard on herself at times, one of the choreographers found a bruise on her lower leg, and asked me, if I did that - and I couldn't remember anything - then she asked the dancer, who tried to evade, but in the end it had been me, and she hadn't told me, how it had hurt.
There was a later scene, where I overheard a sick dancer, she said appendix and then something on top of it, pleading with her helper to go on with it, who was of the opinion, that she can't possibly train in her state, she had a hugely swollen abdomen. There were a couple other helpers as well and we were also sitting about and watching, partly. Initially this was to be something for a religious ceremony, but in the end it was a big film-production, where they were the ballet or even more, it was about them, like a musical, maybe? I just missed out on seeing a celebrity make himself known, having sat in the audience of the otherwise almost empty theatre and giving compliments - I wanted to see, who it was, but couldn't leave what I was doing...
But while it was still religious, something disgusting in my view happened - I didn't see where it came from, but somebody put a very little piece of skin into a sort of complicated little shrine with strings around it in a certain pattern and hooks and hoops, and it was supposed to have something to do with circumcision. I suspected it was just some skin, but something came over me, and I opened that up, threw the skin away and tried to get it back together again, which I didn't manage. But I pretended it was a mishap, having opened it, and just got a row on that - but didn't get fired. He found the piece of skin on the floor and put it back in.
One funny scene had another choreographer come in late and saying she had to, because the rest of the catholic drug-addict support would only expect junkies from 2 pm onwards, while in truth they are out early mornings and she had to do her own Christian best instead. Nobody was angry - even while the whole thing was very edgy, very professional.
Not so funny scene had me remember that my mother had stormed off from a conflict and failed to reappear for a meanwhile long time already, and I search and search my telephone in the changing room, planning to ring my half-sister (why her?) - but then decide that I can do exactly nothing now, others are on it at the moment.

Na - that must be enough now.

Fragment #1: Again about this house, and about how there would be a financial crisis in Germany, and everybody having real estate would be well off, everybody selling stupid - man - can I not let loose on this finally - fuuing uncon - get a grip on yourself and move on!!