After an evening at Geoff’s I had two vivid and somehow interconnected dreams:

I was the leader of an alternative house church. The house in question was very small (like my own only smaller) and lemon yellow and a turquoisey-green were strong colours that predominated. I had a partner or wife and she had a gift for spiritual discernment. She looked steadily into people in the church’s eyes. She herself was small, incredibly white and unhealthy looking – in fact quite frightening.

Then I was in a room with two other men (o no – I’ve just realised the Jesus being crucified implications of this) and we were sentenced to death and being prepared for death by lethal injection the next day. I was still sort of the same person from the earlier dream. I asked the doctor or guard for a shot of IV valium to calm me and produced my arm with protruding white tube like veins telling him how easy my veins are to inject as they are so prominent. I get a shot which I watch go into my white vein but it makes no difference.

Then the 3 of us are in a hotel for the night. I am quite resigned to the lethal injection tomorrow but in the end decide to get out and run off, maybe climb out of the window. In the end I go to the basement where there is some kind of rave going on and graffitti on the walls (it reminds me of Berlin which I have recently visited).

The dream ended there.