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More assassins
Dream #1:
I dreamt that H. and I were at the Kotel in the men's section. H. asked me if I thought it would disturb anybody but I replied that I didn't really have anything in common with the women on the other side. No one bothered me on this account.
In the dream, instead of a stone floor, there was a huge, roiling and deep mat under people's feet. Everyone else seemed to be fine standing on it, but I kept falling over. Fortunately, most of the time people were sitting on the ground, but for the standing prayer I was afraid I would be thrown down.
Meanwhile an assassin was making his or her rounds amongst the people. The assassin's method was to prick people with a very thin needle, so they wouldn't feel it, hundreds of times. The person would end up with huge black contusions disfiguring their body and face, and keel over.
Dream #2:
We lived with Chaim, who in real life is a very very proper and super-knowledgeable trainer of dayanim, but in the dream wore a dirty tanktop and drank beer in a continuous, day-long flow. We also lived with a litter of street kittens, one of whom was my stepdaughter (?!). She talked just like M. When H. and I were going out of the house, I warned M-cat not to put her face in any plastic. "I know," she said. "OK, good," I said. "Because you know even adults die of strangulation that way."
In the dream, dialogue was in Hebrew.
I dreamt that H. and I were at the Kotel in the men's section. H. asked me if I thought it would disturb anybody but I replied that I didn't really have anything in common with the women on the other side. No one bothered me on this account.
In the dream, instead of a stone floor, there was a huge, roiling and deep mat under people's feet. Everyone else seemed to be fine standing on it, but I kept falling over. Fortunately, most of the time people were sitting on the ground, but for the standing prayer I was afraid I would be thrown down.
Meanwhile an assassin was making his or her rounds amongst the people. The assassin's method was to prick people with a very thin needle, so they wouldn't feel it, hundreds of times. The person would end up with huge black contusions disfiguring their body and face, and keel over.
Dream #2:
We lived with Chaim, who in real life is a very very proper and super-knowledgeable trainer of dayanim, but in the dream wore a dirty tanktop and drank beer in a continuous, day-long flow. We also lived with a litter of street kittens, one of whom was my stepdaughter (?!). She talked just like M. When H. and I were going out of the house, I warned M-cat not to put her face in any plastic. "I know," she said. "OK, good," I said. "Because you know even adults die of strangulation that way."
In the dream, dialogue was in Hebrew.