Dream 19: A Dickensian Tale?
Snippet from a longer dream: there were several of us sitting in a large lounge room or common room. There were French doors at the end and it was light and sunny. We were listening to a story narrated by Linda Smith. It was very much like a Dickens story with lots of colourful characters and rich language, but it was set in modern times. Linda was doing the voices. As she spoke the character she was portraying appeared in the lounge room with us. They would speak with Linda's voice and then go quite or disappear during the narration. There was an old man sitting opposite me and another woman. He was in a special chair, there was something wrong with his spine which made him bent over, in the chair he was on his back with his knees bent up to his chest. At first he seemed to be one of the group who were listening to the story, but then the narration started to describe him. He was a very heavy smoker, but because of his condition he could no longer smoke via his mouth. He had to smoke by inserting the cigarette in his bum hole. We couldn't see it in gory detail thank goodness, but he had on green trousers with a cigarette poking out from a strategically placed hole in the crotch of the pants. The man seemed perfectly happy with the arrangement. I exchanged looks with the woman sitting on the couch with me. We both smiled ruefully at the scene.