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cremainsI dreamed I was in the old city with my stepchildren, plus one imaginary stepchild (a boy between the ages of the other two, kind of fat and washed-out-looking). We were beside the school of my real stepson, Y., just sort of talking and kicking at the flagstones.
One of the school's teachers came out. He approached my stepdaughter, M., and asked her sternly to come with him into the classroom (which would never happen in real life, because GRLS ARENT ALLOWED). She looked at him, a little alarmed, and asked why. He said to discuss what she had mentioned to him earlier. She pretended not to know about it, but I could tell she did, and the teacher said, "To discuss the problem that you and your brothers are not exactly model citizens."
"Excuse me, actually all my stepchildren are model citizens," I said.
"Who was talking to you?" he asked while not looking at me.
I started to ignore him and began putting tefillin on Y. (in real life this is one of his favourite activities). When I finished, he was very pleased, but as I felt my own arm, my tefillin were missing. This made me feel very nervous. I asked M. to come and get my tefillin with me and she took my hand, accompanying me to their obvious location - Pizza Rami.
The dream happened in Hebrew.
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In another dream, H. and I were on a rattly tram car in Mumbai. H. informed me that we had to get off now and we gathered all our anacronistic suitcases and colourful scarves (?). Suddenly I remembered that I didn't have my tefillin on my arm, so I told him to wait while I put it on. To my horror, the leather tore. "That's what you get when you put them on and take them off so much," said H., who then comfortingly added "I'll teach you a special way that the Jews here in India do it which will stop that from happening again."
One of the school's teachers came out. He approached my stepdaughter, M., and asked her sternly to come with him into the classroom (which would never happen in real life, because GRLS ARENT ALLOWED). She looked at him, a little alarmed, and asked why. He said to discuss what she had mentioned to him earlier. She pretended not to know about it, but I could tell she did, and the teacher said, "To discuss the problem that you and your brothers are not exactly model citizens."
"Excuse me, actually all my stepchildren are model citizens," I said.
"Who was talking to you?" he asked while not looking at me.
I started to ignore him and began putting tefillin on Y. (in real life this is one of his favourite activities). When I finished, he was very pleased, but as I felt my own arm, my tefillin were missing. This made me feel very nervous. I asked M. to come and get my tefillin with me and she took my hand, accompanying me to their obvious location - Pizza Rami.
The dream happened in Hebrew.
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In another dream, H. and I were on a rattly tram car in Mumbai. H. informed me that we had to get off now and we gathered all our anacronistic suitcases and colourful scarves (?). Suddenly I remembered that I didn't have my tefillin on my arm, so I told him to wait while I put it on. To my horror, the leather tore. "That's what you get when you put them on and take them off so much," said H., who then comfortingly added "I'll teach you a special way that the Jews here in India do it which will stop that from happening again."
