The following is an actual dream included in my dream journal, and does not describe actual facts
Dream of:30 June 1983 (2) "Fire In The Church"
Louise and I were partners for a practice court trial. The trial was taking place inside in the front of a church. We arrived at the rather large church and took our places. Our judges were going to be Margaret and Elliot (law students). When we arrived we still had about 5 minutes and I needed to go to the toilet. I knew of one restroom in one section of the church, but then remembered there was one right behind a door near where we were.
I walked into the toilet and urinated. I was wearing my brown suit; I took off my jacket. A sink had some water in it; I pulled the plug so the water would go out. I turned on the water. But the water hadn't gone out of the sink when I had pulled the plug and the running water almost caused the sink to overflow. I turned the water off, went over to another sink and washed my face. That made me feel much better.
I then returned into the church.
Louise and I weren't getting along well together. She seemed quite ill-prepared for the trial. We were both supposed to give opening statements in the trial, but I thought I was supposed to give the first one. Louise, however, said she was giving the first opening statement. That threw me off from what I was going to say, but not much, because I hadn't written anything anyway. I thought, "Well, I'll just go ahead and give it after her and it'll still be OK."
She stood and prepared to speak; but she didn't know what she was saying and obviously hadn't prepared at all. She talked a couple minutes, then stopped and began preparing a chart. She spent a long time writing the chart; I could tell Margaret and Jerry were bored, because they began reading something. I said something to Louise and she became angry. She began talking out loud to me so everyone could hear her.
Some other judges also sitting nearby could obviously hear her. I just let her go on. She began working on the chart again and finally showed it. She came back to where I was and I told her she needed to make it quick. But she began writing something else. She spent a lot of time working on it, finally took it up front and talked for a minute.
Obviously she was unprepared. Finally she walked back again to where I was, took out two small bowls and put some kind of oil in them. She was trying to make a demonstration. She then lit a match and set the liquid in both bowls on fire as she held them in her hands. She said something about how now maybe I would learn something or see something I had never seen before.
She began walking again toward the front and suddenly she dropped one of the bowls. The oil spread out on the floor for about two meters and caught the whole stage on fire. Obviously Louise was in a panic. The fire was leaping high.
The flames began reflecting on the glass panes of some doors; we could hear people screaming on the other side of the doors. Obviously the people on the other side could see the reflection of the flames and thought the whole place was on fire.
Louise tried to put out the fire but had a terrible time. I calmly stood up and put newspapers over the flames until I was able to put them out. The screaming subsided in the other section.
Louise then took the other bowl. I looked at her and said, "Piss poor."
My comment made her angrier. She took the other bowl, which still had fire in it. The fire from the bowl also reflected on the doors and a few people on the other side began screaming again. But the screaming subsided quickly. Louise carried the bowl up on the stage to where the judges were and continued with her demonstration.
Meanwhile I was thinking about what I was going to say. I thought of giving part of my opening statement in Spanish. I thought all the judges understood Spanish and the case had to do with Spanish. I might also give part of it in German. But I decided some of the judges might not be able to speak German and I probably shouldn't give it in German.
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