i had a dream... about a buddhist temple... or perhaps it was a school of martial arts... in any case, there was some kind of meeting after practice/service, and although i did not realize it during the practice/service, there was some dissension in the ranks, some kind of fundamental complaint/issue/grievance requiring attention...

oh yes, and immediately before that, there was an issue at my school regarding a student who had done something, similarly requiring immediate attention. and for some reason, i was with said (?) student in the office, and we were looking through files or something, and the student kept picking out words to describe the situation from some box of index cards... and later, i was talking to someone, perhaps my wife, about it; talking quite loudly, in fact, about how that student, despite what he had done, and despite his low aptitude for most things, had demonstrated emotional sensitivity, i.e. how he could sense a situation, sense something in the air, which might indicate that "trouble" had or was occurring, for example, an argument, and adjust his own behavior accordingly. and i said, again, quite loudly, how that was so invaluable, it was a skill that could almost guarantee survival. while my wife (?) looked on dubiously, i had a thought that i should not be talking so loudly about a student, i.e student confidentiality issues, but then i had a second thought that i was saying positive things about this student, and i hadn't mentioned him by name...

i recall bringing out a project of mine, one in which i had actually made a collage of sorts out of actual (real) food, and it was in book form. i recall reading the book to my wife (or whoever was with me), noting that the pepperoni on the pizza was kinda coming off the paper. the last two pages seemed different, and referred to this situation, or whatever, that i mentioned above.

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anyway, back to what i mentioned originally, about this temple/school or martial arts. after the practice/service, students met informally (or so it seemed; i noticed similar groups of about five apiece congregating outside of the practice/service hall), and talked about their feelings. as in real life, i had been totally oblivious of any of the goings-on, so i had nothing to contribute. i noticed that one of the girls, this one latina girl with really long black hair, was still in the practice/service room talking with someone, so i surmised that whatever had happened was between her and the person-in-charge...

at one point, i looked behind, into a hallway, and saw the head monk (?) storming down the hall with large footsteps, complaining to his "wife" that, after all he had done for some, it still upset him how they always departed and left him (he said "hanarete" which means to leave, fly away)...

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i felt kind of "storm-rattled" after that dream. outside, the wind was picking up again. i was relieved to note that it was only (?) 1:00; i had a few hours of sleep/procrastination/whatever. i wrote down some of the concerns that have been distantly rattling within me, wrote this message, and... hopefully a few more hours of sleep, along with better, more salvific dreams...