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It began with something about a museum that was moving to a new location next door. I was standing outside with a woman who identified herself as a photographer and said she didn't like the old location at all because of the bad lighting, but we agreed that the new location had lots of windows and so we were hopeful (I especially as I actually did like the museum). From here things shifted and I was in some very posh shopping area. Jingle music was playing menacingly and the place was pretty crowded Ted was there sending clever texts messages to someone, a series of exchanges that ended with a clever pun about the birth of time. I was with some man I don't recognize looking for an atlas which, in the dream, was some Channukah custom. He kept showing me huge atlases the size of small coffee tables. One of those atlases focused only on one island in the South Pacific and seemed to be a history book more than an atlas as there really was just one map. It had a picture of a native islander's face, tattooed and pierced and referred to as "Maori". Then it went on about pirates! Here the dream shifted so that my perspective was inside the description. There was a big wooden ship and a huge net of ropes went up over the top of the mast, down possibly underneath the hull and then back up, forming a big mesh ring around the ship. Men (conscripted men?) were tangled in the net and the weight of them pulled the mesh in a circle, dragging other men up and over the mast. My perspective was from the top, hovering above the mast. Suddenly the net stopped moving and the men all started to climb down as we were ready to draw anchor and sail off and as I was the highest up, I was left to man the crow's nest. For the first time I realized that this was kind of a scary thing, but I was high enough up (probably like a low flying plane's height) to see the surrounding land like a map. We sailed after another ship until we had to stop at a small dam of some sort. My perspective shifted again as I watched the action of the men below. A guy got out and had the crew left the boat up and over the dam wall, but he didn't bother paying attention to the mast which got caught by a low hanging branch or tree or something and wound up bending precariously (I imagined how frightening it would be to be up there while this happened). The pirate captain watched this, letting the guy mess up almost to the point of breaking the mast. The he chastised the guy (apparently named Bill Richardson) and I can't tell if someone just said it or it was written this way in the atlas, but Bill was called a numpty.
Life is beginning to mess with my sleep again, though last night I slept very well except for a brief period after I got up to write down a few key words so that I might remember that dream. Thursday evening I pitched my idea, for a young men's therapy group that will work toward a performance of some sort, to the families and youth I hope to serve. Practicum is going well over all, though I'm still finding my way in many fundamental ways and need to take on more clients, starting next week. Not counting this particular group, I only have four clients I've seen and one who I'm still trying to set up a meeting with his mother. Coming up, though, I'll actually get a female client, possibly my choice from among two ten-year-old girls.
Life is beginning to mess with my sleep again, though last night I slept very well except for a brief period after I got up to write down a few key words so that I might remember that dream. Thursday evening I pitched my idea, for a young men's therapy group that will work toward a performance of some sort, to the families and youth I hope to serve. Practicum is going well over all, though I'm still finding my way in many fundamental ways and need to take on more clients, starting next week. Not counting this particular group, I only have four clients I've seen and one who I'm still trying to set up a meeting with his mother. Coming up, though, I'll actually get a female client, possibly my choice from among two ten-year-old girls.