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A dream from Friday night: I was travelling with my friend Tsomi, ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
egregious, and several other women, all of whom were very beautiful, walking from Jerusalem to an outlying village in a journey that would take us a couple of days. The first part of the dream took place in a vast spice and fruit store, where my friends stopped to pick up presents for our hosts in the village (as in real life, I didn't have any money, so I just loitered around and advised them on the best choice). Then we departed and walked through the night.
In the hot part of the afternoon we were at the bottom of a valley, and the path had narrowed considerably, hemmed in by olive trees and greenery. We were overtaken on the path by two tall men, Muslims, yet sort of monkish. They were dressed in flowing black robes, black kufis, but white embroidered pants and cuffs, and shining salt-and-pepper hair combed back in waves. They were reciting a list of problems in the world ("vomitting, injury to the hand, poverty," etc). We asked them for help on our way but they brushed past us imperiously, turning into a gate beyond which was their building. They belonged to the Order of the Recitation of the List of Infinite Ills. Their job was to recite all the problems in the world, constantly.
At this point we discovered that there was another gate adjacent to the Muslims' one, and beyond it a yeshivah. My friends wanted to go in. "I don't think they'll necessarily be any friendlier," I warned, but the gate burst open with very cheerful students. They looked Ashkenazi by ethnic stereotype (light brown hair, pale) and dress (overabundance of vests, tsitsith out not in). They brought us into their beith midrash which in retrospect was actually Hart House from the U of T, and showed us rooms where we could stay as long as we liked.
In one room I found a note from Ex-Nun, saying that this is where she wanted Cleocatra and Mercutio (our cats which she gave us reluctantly) to stay for the rest of their lives. I wondered if I could live here and made an appointment to see the Rosh Yeshivah. I asked him if I could learn there too.
"Actually, the only reason why we have only men learning here is because we never thought before of having women learn here too. But it's a great idea, of course you can," he said. He gave me a book and told me to go find a havrutha in the beith midrash. I was thrilled at the idea of living in this tiny yeshivah basically for ever, and the cats too.
egregious, and several other women, all of whom were very beautiful, walking from Jerusalem to an outlying village in a journey that would take us a couple of days. The first part of the dream took place in a vast spice and fruit store, where my friends stopped to pick up presents for our hosts in the village (as in real life, I didn't have any money, so I just loitered around and advised them on the best choice). Then we departed and walked through the night.In the hot part of the afternoon we were at the bottom of a valley, and the path had narrowed considerably, hemmed in by olive trees and greenery. We were overtaken on the path by two tall men, Muslims, yet sort of monkish. They were dressed in flowing black robes, black kufis, but white embroidered pants and cuffs, and shining salt-and-pepper hair combed back in waves. They were reciting a list of problems in the world ("vomitting, injury to the hand, poverty," etc). We asked them for help on our way but they brushed past us imperiously, turning into a gate beyond which was their building. They belonged to the Order of the Recitation of the List of Infinite Ills. Their job was to recite all the problems in the world, constantly.
At this point we discovered that there was another gate adjacent to the Muslims' one, and beyond it a yeshivah. My friends wanted to go in. "I don't think they'll necessarily be any friendlier," I warned, but the gate burst open with very cheerful students. They looked Ashkenazi by ethnic stereotype (light brown hair, pale) and dress (overabundance of vests, tsitsith out not in). They brought us into their beith midrash which in retrospect was actually Hart House from the U of T, and showed us rooms where we could stay as long as we liked.
In one room I found a note from Ex-Nun, saying that this is where she wanted Cleocatra and Mercutio (our cats which she gave us reluctantly) to stay for the rest of their lives. I wondered if I could live here and made an appointment to see the Rosh Yeshivah. I asked him if I could learn there too.
"Actually, the only reason why we have only men learning here is because we never thought before of having women learn here too. But it's a great idea, of course you can," he said. He gave me a book and told me to go find a havrutha in the beith midrash. I was thrilled at the idea of living in this tiny yeshivah basically for ever, and the cats too.