[HPFGU-OTChatter] dreams

[Riet Strijker]

Neil,
You can do it, the presentation in Amsterdam I mean. We Dutch people are not that bad. 
Good luck!
Riet
(a Dutch girl, lives about 1 hour from Amsterdam, by train that is)

---- Original Message ----- 
  From: Neil Ward 
  To: HPFGU-OTChatter at yahoogroups.com 
  Sent: Sunday, July 01, 2001 8:24 AM
  Subject: [HPFGU-OTChatter] Thanks Parker! (wrong address)/dreams


  Parker said:

  <<I e-mailed you today about the weekly discussions & I just got a message
  back from dircon that you are unknown to them. Apparently they had been
  trying to get this to you all day & they finally gave up.

  Ooops!  Silly me - I gave the wrong address on list.  It should have been
  neilward at dircon.co.uk (no dot between neil and ward).  Thanks for the shout.
  Dircon has been playing up, actually, but this was my stupidity.

  Rev. Amy Z said:

  <<Uh-oh.  I hope Neil didn't get sacked for running around the office with
  split pants.  ....Seriously, Neil, I do hope your week ended more happily
  than it began.  Enjoy the weekend.>>

  LOL.  Actually, it got worse.  I came home on Friday evening to find that a
  water main had burst outside a housdown the road from me, resulting in the
  water being turned off in the entire street.  Imagine arriving home from
  your non-air-conditioned office at 11pm, after a day of 90 degree weather,
  to discover that the only water you have in the house is half a litre of
  bottled stuff.  The pipe wasn't repaired until 3pm on Saturday.  Meet
  Irate!Neil.

  ****

  DREAM 1

  I had a couple of weird dreams last night.  In the first one, I was giving a
  presentation, and I couldn't work out how to operate the overhead projector.
  At first it was showing white text on black and I wanted black text on
  white.  I pressed buttons wildly and the OHP turned into a TV screen showing
  static and rolling images.  In the middle of this, someone came and handed
  me a paper programme, and told me that I had to stop and interview two
  important guests at strategic points during the presentation; I spotted that
  these were incredibly famous people who had done the work I was presenting.

  As I couldn't get the OHP working, a woman who looked like a supermodel came
  and set it up for me (while I stood aside and looked really dumb).  I
  thanked her profusely, and started the presentation.  However, instead of my
  overheads, it was a film of several Indian women dancing, dressed in
  burnt-orange saris.

  Apart from the fact that I'm giving a presentation in Amsterdam on Thursday
  (not about dancing Indian women) and have no clue whether they have the
  equipment I need, the rest of the dream's events were cyptically symbolic of
  a number of specific concerns I have.

  DREAM 2

  In this one, I was at some sort of jumble sale - perhaps a collectors'
  fair - and I came across some brightly-coloured children's bricks.  They
  were a bit like large Lego bricks (do those exist outside the UK?).  I was
  sifting through a large cardbox box of these, when my companion (a
  woman...something like my mother, but not her) screamed out "A Harry Potter
  one!"  I grabbed the brick and saw that it was in the shape of a train
  engine with Harry Potter's face on the front of it, a bit like Thomas the
  Tank Engine.

  I put the Harry Potter brick in my pocket, but immediately forgot it was
  there.  A few minutes later, I realised it had gone, and we began sifting
  through the box again.  I was convinced someone had stolen it, and started
  glaring at the people around me .  We took the box into a side-room, away
  from prying eyes, and put it on the floor to continue looking.  While we
  were searching, an official came up behind me and asked what I was doing.  I
  said "nothing," and at that point noticed the brick in my trouser pocket.

  I can't usually remember much about dreams, but these two were very clear.
  I love the symbolism.  It's so funny when the meaning becomes clear.

  Neil

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