The Workshops beside the Vineyard

I don't retain the dream well. There's a situation in a relationship with the Asperger syndrome.

Later on in the dream.

I live in a community, among a group of people by the side of a road and across from a field: is a grape plantation on the outskirts of a town.

The community takes the shape of a city with houses that are situated alongside a dirt road, a rural setting. That feels it might be San Miguel de Allende, but is just the name really.

In this dream, I'm driven by a rigid and intolerant mood.

I'm stubborn with certain people to keep their word, to the letter. I insist they should do exactly as they said.

My memory blows up then for a fraction of time.

The intense desire for people to do what they say is prevalent. It's an idea of justice without which I cannot be at peace. Not a feeling based on empathy with people, but rather with the fact that they comply with what's promised. It's a duty to do what we say, I believe there's an underlying reason for that.

From the beginning, I recall a group of people and right after that, I'm supposed to be their leader. My mission is to take care of the spaces of the community. A man I cannot remember who he's, is careless and I get angry.

One of the beams that support the weight of the second floor, is a wooden stick construction type and I get upset by the fact is not placed in the right support where it unloads the force that sustains the construction, it's not the right point and it can be dangerous.

I get really annoyed when I see the beam is not doing its structural job. I feel angry and frustrated when I see the others, clearly do not see it or even don't care.

My responsibility is the upkeep of the workshops. I answer and I have my reasons for believing it's bad. I get angry, because I believe they're not careful enough, and that remains clear to me.

In the dream, there is a mature, seductive woman. She's a witch, in terms of powers, and she lives here. I'm the only person to have access to her house. She's an acquaintance of mine. Her space is additional, and she lets me "take things beyond" through a different entrance from the rest of the workshops, open for me. Between one house and another, the relationship there's my own. The last house is my mother’s.

I dream again of that rural kind of place on the outskirts of a rather out of the spot town. Now my mood is friendlier and more good-natured and collaborative.

The idea of the visit to studios, located along the side of the road and across from a vineyard, persists. It's a single project of workshops full of tools, well organized and laid out in a continuity.

It's strange, to divide a house into parts, to reorder the same quarters of the house, along a road.

There's a relationship with a man too and it's satisfying, based on positive attraction.

After some time away, I return to that place; the street is the same, but instead of a horrible buildings, a cheap shopping centre from the 80s, that mall was demolished instead some lower, larger and cleaner buildings.

A celebrity was invited to the city. He's not a rock star but rather someone dedicated, to some kind of electronic sampling. Besides having these workshops, as a group of active friends, we enjoy quality social relations within the

sphere.

This persona has come to make a presentation, and we have the opportunity to go along with him to other presentations. It's a chance to have a closer relationship and share what people generally cannot openly discuss. All of this does not manage to distract me from the task or responsibility concerning the workshops.

The phase of the dream in which this artist comes keeps me disconnected. I understand that it's important, but it leaves me unenthusiastic. I have the privilege of staying at the workshops.

Now the new buildings, the workshops, look like a neatly arranged hardware store. As a team, I'm happy for the privilege of being invited, but that doesn’t outweigh my interest in staying at the studios.

With my torso uncovered, I literally barely cover it with a towel my chest feels actually free.

I feel relax within the dream, and I also understand that people on the outside provide us with a social position.

This situation of going from one dream to the next with the same group of people, from one workshop to another, towards the end it gets slow, heavy and more complicated.

I take the liberty to go uncover; not everyone does

One's own territory deeply inside may appeal to other people I think.

There's a woman with a innocent outlook or perhaps she's a folk healer from the 80s, she got the idea of inviting the guest artist to the house [person A] has in town.

This event is a further step for art as traditionally understood, and [person A] is not at the forefront. While [person A] may be highly esteemed nationally, this artist is on the cutting edge of our time, he's acclaimed and internationally

renowned.

Constant surveillance and patrolling of the workshop spaces is my duty. Others have outward interests, whereas I'm drawn more inward.

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