Town Council
Dream
19-03-2003
I am in the town council, as a novice. The decision has been made that the Liberals will exclusively govern the Flemish, while the rest of the parties will come to power in Walloonia; the only unimportant thing that still has to be done is the voting, to make it a law. There is a lot of talking and laughter, and we make up to sit down at the table.
In one way or the other an MDF-board has been put upon the table, a board with some holes in it. The gentlemen sit down and manipulate me behind the board, at one of the corners of the table. I am allowed to listen and look through the holes. The openings are fairly high, and I have to stand up. I feel fooled by the others, put my head through one of the openings and shout: "I'll vote Against it!". Everybody looks at me, astonished and angry.
Free Association
19-03-2003
My town council apparently has ample competence: decisions are made for all the Flemish and the Walloons. In fact I am a member of the federal government. In the previous days I had a strong feeling of being stuck, and now the contrary comes up: it should give me some relief if I got my hands on an important position, and this night I stole it in the dream.
The Flemish, like myself, should be governed by the Liberals. The more liberal the better, live and let live, they say. We, inside my mind, will not allow anybody to tie us down or walk all over us, like my granddad always said. Everybody, within my head, apparently is satisfied, and the consensus only has to be ratified by the voting.
By means of the actual proposition in the dream I convinced the oppressing part of the folk, inside my mind, to give free rein to the more passionate side of the country. My grandmother forbade me to play with the naughty boys in the street, although I often played in the streets. Probably I always met the nice ones.
In a following dream-scene the feeling of harmony becomes a little bit clouded. In don't find my place at the negotiating table, while I am forced on a corner with a perforated board in front of my nose. I am on my own again, because I am new here, or for whatever other reason there possibly might be.
I try to keep quiet and act normally, for I can participate through the (loop) holes. But I have to stand up to see something, and it is very frustrating. The debate, or café-chat, sets up with great intensity: There is a smoking, drinking and laughing. I feel cheated and anger is coming up.
Because I am in the game, as a novice, I may vote NO, and then everything has to be done over again; then I throw a spanner in the wheels, as if it were a veto. I get the entire gang down on me and wake up.
I am surprised about the place of 'me' in my head. It looks like everything in me yearns for the safe harbor of my early nest, and everything else what I have learnt in the past 35 years is represented by a single guy : me.
See also: dream analysis.
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