I.
The first part of the Dream was relatively
thematically impenetrable.
A sizeable troupe of young hood-lums that I was acquainted with either
raided the house of my Russian next-door neighbours or simply began to use
their back-yard to cross into my yard and more often onto the hill. This they
did supposedly with an approval, though in fact I had not authorized this at
all; they were friends of mine and must have felt some pretense to my
imitation. In a state of Anarchy, (or maybe absence?) the neighbours could do
little to stop them, yet, as Powerful people, their disapproval was
fore-boding. I tried to manage the situation, unsuccessfully.
The wall that the two houses shared had, in the Dream, a tiny path
running along-side it on the Neighbours’ side, through which their tiny
Dooley-sized (‘INFP?’) poodle could escape if the fence at the end of this path
was left open, which it was. At this point, I was starting to break down. I
must have tried to catch Dooley at the same time as I worried for Pumpkin’s
safety.
I knew* that I could not keep them safe in the midst of the Chaos.
The kids were using the Neighbours’ Garage for an ambitious game of some
sort: Ambitious because of the sheer number of participants.
*’Knew’
in a hopeless sort of hopeful resignation.
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