In a dream last night I was trying to get home on a train. From a doze I woke in panic to find the train stopped in a station but I wasn’t able to discern the name. The windows were grimy, perhaps it was dark, or perhaps my eyes hadn’t quite started functioning. I got out at the next station but wasn’t sure where I was or how I might reach “home”. There was a discussion with a woman railway employee who made various suggestions and at some point I must have left my bag and other bits and pieces because I suddenly remembered that I had left them on a wall some distance from where I was talking. Everything seemed to be safely in place except for my wig(!) – a long red haired affair which a young woman was walking off with. I thought it looked good on her, probably better than on me, but I had to have it and she willingly relinquished it.
Could the wig refer to the Rebekah who is back in the news having been found not guilty. My immediate reaction was there was no way that she could be not guilty but it sounds like the jury had done a pretty good job. I saw this morning that she was quoted as saying that she hoped that she had learned valuable lessons from her experience. Fat chance, I thought. Then the other biter in the news is of course Suarez who seemingly is unable to stop himself sinking his fangs into opponents. And then to complete this trilogy of subjects that we may wonder about how they function and why they do what they do, is the multiple abuser Savile who was also in the news this morning because the extent of his range of operations has been found to be even greater than previously known.
To reassure you, I won’t be wearing my dream Rebekah wig anytime soon – dreams are one thing, daily life another. For some the two things seem to get mixed up. A bit of power, a bit of celebrity status, a bit of getting away with it, a bit of friends in high places, all seem to give a shot in the arm (heroin probably) to one’s every impulse.
In the closing moments of dream before I woke I set off on foot for home, up hill, following the direction indicated very positively by the helpful female Samaritan. So where is home? Probably right here!
(The dream really happened and the gobbets of news are from the Guardian)
