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Three nights in a row, I had a strange recurring dream.
Night #1:
I dreamt that the yeshivah was away for Shabath (again), in the same large, bleak library as I dreamt before here. It was night, and I missed the evening prayer quorum so I went behind one of the metal bookshelves and started the amidhah. The only problem was that my knees turned to rubber and I had a horrible time trying to stand up and not fall over the place. A certain yeshivah authority who has caused me many problems came up and started frowning at me and I realised I looked like a total dumbass.
Night #2:
Same dream as Night #1, only this time I realised the problem was that I was standing on a "trampoline tile" in the floor.
Night #3 (last night):
This time I was in a large, abandoned conference hall or something, with many floors arranged in a ring with a railing so you could look all the way down to the ground floor. I thought I was alone, although there was a vague awareness that H. was somewhere around. I went up to the railing to say the amidhah, but had the same rubber-knee problem and thought I was going to fall. At the last part, modim, I saw that the reason this time was because the floor curved sharply into oblivion and became extremely soft under my feet. I freaked out and broke off the amidhah and staggered backwards.
Suddenly I saw that R Prof Shaar-Yashuv was sauntering towards me, emerging from some poorly-lit hallway. He is a person with a goatee, beret, and sunglasses who teaches German philosophy at a Moroccan synagogue and frowns sharply upon Qabalah, much like my Darda'i community, only he is very German instead of Yemenite. Except that he has basically adopted Moroccan customs since he married into that community. Anyway I like him and was relieved to see him in the dream. I told him about the sharp drop in the floor and he went over to investigate, but slipped and fell all the way down where he broke all the bones of his body and died on impact.
I started screaming since my point of view was all the way down with the mangled corpse, and H. in the dream came up and pulled me back from the edge.
Night #1:
I dreamt that the yeshivah was away for Shabath (again), in the same large, bleak library as I dreamt before here. It was night, and I missed the evening prayer quorum so I went behind one of the metal bookshelves and started the amidhah. The only problem was that my knees turned to rubber and I had a horrible time trying to stand up and not fall over the place. A certain yeshivah authority who has caused me many problems came up and started frowning at me and I realised I looked like a total dumbass.
Night #2:
Same dream as Night #1, only this time I realised the problem was that I was standing on a "trampoline tile" in the floor.
Night #3 (last night):
This time I was in a large, abandoned conference hall or something, with many floors arranged in a ring with a railing so you could look all the way down to the ground floor. I thought I was alone, although there was a vague awareness that H. was somewhere around. I went up to the railing to say the amidhah, but had the same rubber-knee problem and thought I was going to fall. At the last part, modim, I saw that the reason this time was because the floor curved sharply into oblivion and became extremely soft under my feet. I freaked out and broke off the amidhah and staggered backwards.
Suddenly I saw that R Prof Shaar-Yashuv was sauntering towards me, emerging from some poorly-lit hallway. He is a person with a goatee, beret, and sunglasses who teaches German philosophy at a Moroccan synagogue and frowns sharply upon Qabalah, much like my Darda'i community, only he is very German instead of Yemenite. Except that he has basically adopted Moroccan customs since he married into that community. Anyway I like him and was relieved to see him in the dream. I told him about the sharp drop in the floor and he went over to investigate, but slipped and fell all the way down where he broke all the bones of his body and died on impact.
I started screaming since my point of view was all the way down with the mangled corpse, and H. in the dream came up and pulled me back from the edge.
