Gun Fight
There are two of us. We have different weapons, guns. Mine is a Savage. My male opponent is
a colleague but we are trying to discover which weapon is superior. He has tried to kill me at least twice. I explain to him, we really don't need to kill one another to discover what we want. I am dispassionate.
The Sales Meeting
I am in a large group business gathering. I am the leader of a sales team in a larger organization. My group, 6-10 is gathered around a round table in a very small room. I am leaning in the doorway to talk with them. A young confident woman wants to speak and I tell her we are staying on topic for a bit. I am telling them the information we are sharing is based on research that is at least a few years old, at best. We need to be open to making our own discoveries and not depending on the second hand insights of others.
It is becoming apparent that our results are not good. I am in a large room with people sitting in different sections. My boss is sitting center of the room behind me. I walk over to chat. She asks how the other team members are doing. She can see them sitting to er left, two or three in a small team. I walk over to these guys, I can talk to them as they are in the front row of their section. They ask if the boss is freaking out. Everyone looks calm. I tell them I referred the boss to them.
The main talk is about to start. There are seats right up front in the first two rows. The seats are small leather backless stools perched together. I am behind someone who is about to enter the front rows are sees how close the seats are to the speaker. They immediately back out into me and go to sit further back. I go right to the front center. It is only inches from where the main speaker will be presenting.
I am buy a table where some of my team members are starting to react to the increasingly bad news. One man (red hair and a beard?) is under the table violently puking, now the dry heaves. I offer him a towel.
There is a character also associated with my team, but is independent. He is a dancer and dance teacher. It is very short, possibly a dwarf. He decided to get some of the group together and teach them some new moves. They are practicing in the halls and rooms. Several of my team members are following him around, smiling, dancing. I comment to someone standing next to me how smart he is to launch into these physical routines. At some point I sense he is stressed himself, but carries on.
(Playing on Spotify while I am writing this..."simmer down please")
Notes: First dream was much earlier in the night. Did a good job of naming, reviewing and subsequently remembering.
What does the dream want? For me to relax in the face of stress and chaos. Seek and give advice. Take control, gently. Lead by communicating and by example.
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