27th September, 2011.
Tuesday.

Earlier dreams about the yoga class I taught last night. One of my students is expecting and told me after the class she was already 3cm dilated, which caused me some feelings of anxiety that I had to work on at bedtime if I didn’t want to process it in my dreams. Clearly there was some residual worry.

“A Jumble of Animals, Desserts, a Presentation and a Conversation.”

I’m in a small townhouse with a courtyard and in the courtyard is an array of animals. My friend Lourdes is there and she has brought a fully grown fluffy duck that acts like a cat and slides around her legs, waiting to be petted. Its feathers are still downy, like you see on ducklings.

When larger animals begin arriving things start getting a little out of control and I feel a desire to retreat inside away from a large gorilla and bull. I’m expecting authorities to take care of the problem.

There’s a switch now to story being told about cats that fall into a swimming pool. I view it like a movie. The cats in the visuals are like you’d see in a claymation or animation and depicted with their legs out stiff and the hair on their bodies standing on end. They’re small and cute and hundreds of them are seen floating in the water, with the odd dog here and there as well.

Now I’m at some type of fete or fair. I’ve been left the task of selling some deserts. There’s a perfectly packed box, like a sushi box but with sizable dessert slices that I can sell and then bits and pieces of poorly presented slices that look like they’ve been cut with a blunt knife. I try to improve their appearance but only make them worse.

Now I’m involved in a presentation on stage, playing my part in proceedings as expected. I experience the presentation from a first person perspective and then view it on video. In the on stage part of the dream I feel very popular with the other presenters and as if people are looking out for me, guiding me as needed.

When I view myself on video, watching myself side-on, I’m critical of the weight I’ve gained this year, noticing I look thick through the waist in my grey jacket. I’m surprised to see some of the young male presenters had tap danced during their presentation because I hadn’t noticed that when I was on stage with them. They’re talented dancers.

There’s a return to the tale of the cats in the pool. It appears that they’re drawn to the water and when they drink they die instantly. I can’t be moved by the tale because its mode of presentation is unrealistic (like Gary Larson’s Far Side comics or the movie Chicken Run) and makes me feel it’s leading towards something humorous or adventurous.

I’m looking at a computer screen now, reading a transcript of a discussion between two men. Although I’m reading, I also can see them in conversation. One of them is either Robert Frost (the American poet) or Robert Moss (the Dream teacher) or it fluctuates from one to the other. I cannot recall their conversation upon awaking but I remember one odd word: “roak.” (When I awake I look it up, along with “roke,” but can only find it in an urban dictionary where it is said to mean, “smoky.” I wonder if I’ve misheard the word).

Now I become anxious because I realise that I’m at university as a post-grad and I have an essay due that I haven’t started.