03-07-2020, 12:44 PM
(03-06-2020, 06:40 AM)Greg Wrote: But then the Yeti arrives. At this point it becomes our job to take down the Christmas tree. We are having a terrible time trying to find the right boxes for the ornaments.
Xmas tree? Lawd. You really don't want me to psychoanalyze that one. Such a loaded dream symbol.
So last night, I dreamt that I was with the Yeti at a salle d'armes, and for some odd reason, he wanted me to sub in for teaching a private lesson for one of his champs. My impression was that it was Sabrina, but that was never overt. I had to explain that I was a former provost but hadn't given a lesson in 30 years or so, plus that I was epee and this pupil wanted a saber/foil sort of lesson (it vacillated in the dream as things often do). Then there was this group of high level fencing masters that materialized and started observing critically. I look over at Yeti and he's smirking of course, that 'gotcha again' smirk of his. I can only manage basic lunges and a few simple feints. Finally Yeti thinks I've had enough and takes over the rest of the lesson. I step aside and think 'well, wth was that about?'
Shadow boxing the apocalypse