I had strange dreams. It's so odd when several of my dreams follow a theme. I was a scholar in the late 19th century, hired to consult on a dispute of language interpretation for a society of wealthy landowners.
My specialization was historical literature. I was being asked to interpret Euripides and Shakespeare's Antony and Cleopatra as they were being applied to the bylaws of this group.
I was working closely with a lawyer, a linguistic anthropologist and a Christian Scientist, with whom I was getting on quite poorly as she was attempting to apply mysticism and ecumenical politics in a manner I found totally absurd.
At the same time, a high spirited woman I was courting was being unreasonably demanding of my time and finances. Showing up during debates, following me during research jaunts. I ended up buying her a lovely old boarding house, which she renovated into a museum of antiquities, with a section for us to live in.
I woke thinking, some people had the privilege of such wonderful education back then. What a queer observation to take away from all these years of life I dreamt of.
