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It is night time and I have gone back to visit England and have already been staying there a while, I go to catch a ferry back home but find that I have missed my boat so I go back to the Bed & Breakfast where I have been staying.
I find myself walking along a dimly lit street back towards the B&B, parked outdoors I see a very big 1970’s style American muscle car it has an unusual mixed paint scheme which looks something like a tequila sunrise cocktail.
I head on inside the B&B where I meet a very old lady who is very similar to my great grandmother in fact it does seem to be her, (my great gran passed away a number of years ago now and lived to be 98 years old) in my dream I realise that the car parked outside belongs to my great gran, I find this detail very jarring it causes me a great deal of consternation as the mismatch is most bizarre in the extreme.
Regardless I go on inside and suddenly find somebody trying to coerce me into going down some steps into a secret basement that my great gran has, the thought of this basement and what my great gran gets up to down there terrifies me and I struggle and resist going down there and run up to the room where I have been staying.
A gran (not my great gran but another younger grandmother) comes into the bedroom and tucks me into bed just as if I were a child, I don’t feel particularly pleased about this but put up with it as I feel helpless to say or do anything in way of a protest.
It appears my wife has a separate room at the Bed & Breakfast she passes the open door of my room whilst I’m being tucked into bed she gives me a self-satisfied smile and asks me if I’m comfortable. My wife’s question annoys me and makes me feel small. At first I feel awkward in this situation but then I see that I have a book case in my bedroom full of books on philosophy, I reach over and take one down to read in bed the title of the book is ‘Pluralism’*. In response to my wife’s question I say to myself silently in my head that I’m fine as if the books were a comfort.
The following morning I once again struggle to get to the ferry which this time appears to be situated at an airport, I struggle with many things associated with my trying to catch the boat such as with the tickets, the times, my luggage, wasting money on numerous bookings which turn out to be no good so I end up having to buy more and most of all simply getting to the ferry/airport on time.
My Mum and stepfather want to help me get to the ferry port but they make things confusing and awkward for me as they decide to stop and do some shopping on the way. I wait for my Mum to catch up as she pushes a large shopping trolley loaded with all manner of vague looking items.
As I wait in the street for my Mum items begin to slide out of her overloaded trolley onto the floor, I put down my own luggage to help her put things back into her trolley I feel annoyed by the delays but don’t say anything and keep the feelings in. As I help out the shopping trolley rolls and almost crunches into a brown and black speckled granite wall plaque on a building in the street.
I just manage to stop the trolley hitting the plaque but see that it probably wouldn’t have damaged it anyway as there was a protective brass frame surrounding it. The plaque is the kind used by professional woman and men such as lawyers, doctors etc and where their name and qualifications are displayed.
I get the impression that once again I will miss the ferry.
Thoughts: I can’t say that I have ever heard of the word *Pluralism before, I assumed it had
something to do with plural and singular in the context of language and grammar but it appears to be
linked more to politics from what I’ve found, politics is a topic which I have no interest in at all. This
was a frustrating dream, the kind where one seems to be running around in circles trying catch an
important connection such as a bus, plane, train or boat but always being deterred at every corner.