Monday, 4 May 2020

Dream journal: Nineteen

This is the nineteenth in a series of posts chronicling dreams I have had. As usual, the date shown is the date the dream was captured. This is always the morning after the night the dream took place. You can’t wait very long before capturing a dream because it soon disappears from memory.

17 February

Dreamt I was talking with a woman about building nuclear power plants. A resemblance to one of the leads in a Netflix TV drama I had seen gave her a certain gravitas. We were in the suburb I grew up in and we were talking on the street about a man who protested against nuclear power. We had to do something about him, but I don’t remember now what that was.

I walked down a hill and through bush, navigating my way using my mobile phone, which showed the local topography but with no streets marked on the map, making it hard to know where I was; there were only areas of vegetation shown on the screen with use of the colours green and brown.

The woman went into her property, near my parents’ house, and I walked along a path with a dead end. The surface of the path was uneven, with parts of it covered in grass and other parts covered by dirt and also with what looked like rocks or broken bricks. The fences bordering the path had different kinds of construction, some were newer than others, and all of them were too high to climb, so I kept on going forward until I came to a chain-link fence that terminated the thoroughfare and I couldn’t go any further.

So I turned back, walking on the rocks and dirt and grass, and found another way to get to the street, still looking for mum and dad’s house. I came out onto the road next to the driveway of a large house that was painted white. The concrete of the driveway was next to the grass of the path I was walking on, with no fence between them. I came to the road and turned left, then I woke up.

29 February

Dreamt I was in New Zealand and there had been an election during which the governing party had lost its majority but didn’t want to relinquish power. A settlement was reached where the party that had the most seats in Parliament would govern but the other party – which had lost the election – would remain at the head of the administration. The name of this solution was “enjohnment”, and I asked some questions of the people, in the boardroom where I was standing, to explain the situation to me but they wouldn’t comply with my request.

I did a Google search on my mobile phone but I couldn’t find a Wikipedia page to explain the novel word, and the only page I could find belonged to a firm of lawyers that had used “enjohnment” in a particular court case that was unrelated to the election I had just witnessed. I then went off to use an old Apple Macintosh connected to the internet and did another search for the word, but without success. The computer was in a different part of the dream on a desk with an in-tray that had some papers in it that meant something to me but, now, I don’t remember what it was.

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