I am at a school or university, I seem to work there. I am moving around doing tasks independently - kind of doing my own thing rather than working as part of the team. I go to leave and recall some kind of message that I should stay safe by booking a bus rather than hopping on one randomly (it is late).
I run back in with my rucksack having forgotten something, for though I am at an institution, the dream also crosses over with a kind of "travel".
A man is there whom I fancy, he is a teacher. He is looking at something on my desk - some images including one I have made - I wonder if he will notice it. The one I have made I only see in a brief flash. I recall buxom thighs of a female body, a flash of intense scribble which could be pubic hair. A body very round - possibly no head.
He doesn't notice this, and instead comments on the one next to it which I didn't make. He says "now THIS is REAL art ..." and I am stung.
I look at the picture - it is a young slim woman with long hair who has "fallen outside of the city". She lies on the steep banks surrounding the city, like a fortress. The teacher waxes lyrical on how the land looks like the billowing sheets of a bed softly catching her (it is a black and white engraving).
As I stare at the picture, I slowly move into it. The woman begins to slide down the hill ...
She falls off a rocky precipice, but the rocks turn into a hand and catch her! I breathe a sigh of relief.
But then a big female snarling mouth opens in the rocks and says "I am going to crunch you up and eat you slowly" and begins to pull the young woman to her mouth.
The young woman says "no way!" (or something like that) and then takes a very deliberate and elegant dive, plunging out of the rocky hand. She lands with a sickening thud and a squeak another rocky outcrop. Then she pushes herself deliberately to fall again, and again, and again ...
It is too terrible to bear to watch ...
Even worse, a faithful companion dog - a springer spaniel - is running around and down the cliff desperately trying to reach her. The dog is quite young, like Rusty when he first came to us.
Finally the springer comes into contact with the by now bloody mess of a (still breathing) body and licks the woman.
I wonder if the rocks will scoop them both up to eat - but it seems now that they have found a place so low down, that they are out of its reach.
I run back in with my rucksack having forgotten something, for though I am at an institution, the dream also crosses over with a kind of "travel".
A man is there whom I fancy, he is a teacher. He is looking at something on my desk - some images including one I have made - I wonder if he will notice it. The one I have made I only see in a brief flash. I recall buxom thighs of a female body, a flash of intense scribble which could be pubic hair. A body very round - possibly no head.
He doesn't notice this, and instead comments on the one next to it which I didn't make. He says "now THIS is REAL art ..." and I am stung.
I look at the picture - it is a young slim woman with long hair who has "fallen outside of the city". She lies on the steep banks surrounding the city, like a fortress. The teacher waxes lyrical on how the land looks like the billowing sheets of a bed softly catching her (it is a black and white engraving).
As I stare at the picture, I slowly move into it. The woman begins to slide down the hill ...
She falls off a rocky precipice, but the rocks turn into a hand and catch her! I breathe a sigh of relief.
But then a big female snarling mouth opens in the rocks and says "I am going to crunch you up and eat you slowly" and begins to pull the young woman to her mouth.
The young woman says "no way!" (or something like that) and then takes a very deliberate and elegant dive, plunging out of the rocky hand. She lands with a sickening thud and a squeak another rocky outcrop. Then she pushes herself deliberately to fall again, and again, and again ...
It is too terrible to bear to watch ...
Even worse, a faithful companion dog - a springer spaniel - is running around and down the cliff desperately trying to reach her. The dog is quite young, like Rusty when he first came to us.
Finally the springer comes into contact with the by now bloody mess of a (still breathing) body and licks the woman.
I wonder if the rocks will scoop them both up to eat - but it seems now that they have found a place so low down, that they are out of its reach.
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