The Dig (S: possibly 2 galantamine)
I am with a large group of people. It's a casual party like atmosphere. We are outdoors. We are discussing the details of an anthropological dig it is on going. We are trying to prove a theory that we are uncovering the scene of a large battle. The theory is being put together with a combination of what we already know and what we are finding. I am not a principal in the dig. I am a newbie but very interested in the process.
There is an authority figure possibly a school principal. He’s a large older gentleman who is very overbearing. He's very opinionated about his interpretation of what's going on. The dig leader explains the evidence we have and how it supports our theory. He dismisses it out of hand, states emphatically that it’s ridiculous and somewhere between walks and storms back into his office.
I now have a conversation with the lead digger. I start to understand pieces of the puzzle. I espouse the theory and I am actually angry with the principal and declare that he's totally ignorant. The lead digger explains to me that my theory is not correct either and that there is a new group of people that we are getting evidence of. Something about the nature of that group that makes it likely that there was a battle. This new group that we are just getting a tiny bit of evidence about were very warlike, very sophisticated and had sophisticated large war weapons. I exclaim, wouldn't it be nice to dig up pieces of that war equipment. He agrees with me wholeheartedly.
I am in the same scene but I am now spending time with other members of the dig.They are dressed in a bulky period garb similar to Vikings. They have multiple complex layers and may have headgear as well. I am talking with a large man who's asking for help with getting part of his gear off. Initially I don't understand enough about the gear to help him. Now I am next to a woman who is also in this elaborate clothing. She's beginning to lie down, possibly in a hammock,I may also be helping her.
The scene changes and I am watching the lead anthropologist discussing the dig with a beautiful young woman. He looks differently than he did in the earlier scene. He is less sophisticated possibly wearing a stereotypical kaki African explorer outfit, shorts, big boots, etc. He is having a detailed discussion about the theory and practice of the dig. She is very interested and wants to help. He explains to her that she will be able to help. There is something very special that she can do. The lecherous look on his face implies is that her part involves sexual intimacy and that it is somehow directly physically connect to uncovering the mysteries. I awake.
Notes: There was another very elaborate dream that I had just before this one. I could not remember it. Initially when I woke up I could not remember this dream either. Then I got a thread into it and was able to remember a lot of the detail. It was not particularly vivid. I did have full on conversations with the characters but I was not even partially lucid. It will be interesting to know whether on this particular night I had a dream supplement or not. It's only been two days so the effect may have been diminished.
What is the dream telling me?
In my waking life I'm trying to learn something new about roofing. Which I'm finding intimidating and very scary because of getting on the roofs. It's a fear of heights and fear of falling. In this dream, possibly not ironically, it's about going under the ground. How much more safe can you be then being an a hole versus being being on a roof?
What am I going to do about it?
I have a course set for myself that is at the very maximum of my capabilities. In fact my current capabilities are not up to the job. I need to be more skilled and less afraid on the roof. I need to be more fit, stronger and have better balance. The things more directly in my control I'm OK with, like knowledge and sales detail. So the jury is out on whether this is going to work or not.
Recently I have on several occasions awoken in fear thinking about getting on roofs. I decided to take a more logical approach and did some research online. I felt better about the prospects of properly using safety equipment. As I stepped out of doors there was a hawk flying above uttering a series of three cries. In the past I've been confusing hawk calls with other birds. It was nice to get the clear visual confirmation that this was a hawk. I also took it as a very positive omen. What better spirit animal than on that is owns the sky.
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