11 Royals
I'm in a seven-eleven. It seems to be near the Carlton flats.
There's a man at the counter - who at first appears Aboriginal. As I approach him, I come to him with a set of papers.
It seems I am one of "11 Royals". The papers I lay stacked down at the coutner, are for our passing to another country. It seems we have a mission of some variety.
As I wait at the counter, another man approaches. Well dressed, handsome, dark skin, cleanly-shaven. He looks like he's from the Middle-East. He speaks in fluent Arabic. I don't just hear the openining greeting,
"As-Salaam-Alaikum"
but other words as well. The clarity with which I hear them impresses me. I know that this man should go first. He knows the man at the counter, and they converse.
I wait patiently.
Lightning Dreamwork
Good. This dream had a real sense of mystery about it. It left me feeling intrigued, wanting to know more.
The Carlton flats - for a significant portion of last year I was working in a school in Carlton, a school with predominantly Muslim students.
Arabic - Arabic is a language that also interests me. I'd like to know more about Islamic culture.
Papers - The papers were very similar to the set of papers I have on my desk, ready to apply for Maltese citizenship (my dad is Maltese). The other connection here is that the Maltese language is quite well-linked to Arabic, due to it's occupation by various different peoples in years gone by.
I'd like to know more about this "11 Royals" thing. It felt like something spiritual.
I would like to reenter this dream, or at least meditate on the words '11 Royals' and see what comes...