A dream

This morning...

First a doctor told me I was going to die soon, I was weak and sick and had little time left, so I started reading things really fast to stuff as much information in my head as possible. I was reading from the internet files in pdf format (I spent 2 last days at work selecting info and converting it to pdf to compile a presentation for prospective business partners, this explains the pdf fixation). Then the letters started dancing in my eyes and I felt that was it, had a moment of panic - already? - so fast?

But I recovered, still weak and pale I managed to get dressed and go out for a walk, where I met this man (dark mediterranean type, slightly overweight, no idea who) he wanted to talk and to walk with me and I was too weak to argue, so he walked with me to the door of the place where I lived. I opened this large old door whith an old key - it was a palace door, part of the palace was a museum and part was a private property, my apartment was in the private part but I entered through the museum door. Many visitors entered with me and the man, so he got lost in the crowd. The museum was huge and darkish, there was something shaped like Ishtar Gate of Babylon only covered with Portuguese blue-white-yellow (17th century) tiles.


I went to the private part of the palace, to the yard. From the yard one could get into a private church, my parents were there and so was the countess - owner of the palace. She was young, very beautiful, with short blond hair and enormous blue eyes. She was wearing a chainmail armour covered by a white tunic with a red templar cross on it. The countess and her entourage (also mounting, in armour) were waiting for a holy relic to arrive. I asked my mother for my camera, but before I could take it out of her purse and get it ready, the riders entered the church and the door closed. Later, in the palace kitchen, the countess was asking people what they would like for snack and some nasty aristocratic woman started whining that she had asked my mother earlier if she could have tea and sandwiches and mom told her to stfu. In between the snack-related conversation the countess complimented me on my hat - large straw hat with a hole in it, I said that the hole was there because a Japanese businessman was wearing that (very feminine) hat when he shot himself in the head.

And then it all went blurry and I woke up.