I found this in the archives of an old blog…
Here is last night’s dream.
The dream is set in a hospital waiting room. It is nicer than your average NHS one. I am waiting there for something.
In walks someone from my past R. I have not spoken with R for about a decade, so I am surprised to see him.
He walks over to me and with no hello says; “I wanted you to have this.”
He puts down on the small table which is between us a letter envelope. It is stuffed to the brim with high denomination UK currency. It is so full that the leaf to the envelope is open. He gesticulates for me to pick it up.
I pick it up and hand it back to him. “I do not want nor need this, thank you”.
He takes it off me and then places it again on the table
“I want you to have this.”
“No, I don’t want it, thank you. If I take it, you will have power over me.”
I again hand the envelope back to him.
I turn my back on him and walk away. I can see that he is very nonplussed by all of this.