Morning of September 25, 2013. Wednesday.
I think I was in France - as a young Roma girl asks me if I saw the “Awful Tower”, a supposed play on “Eiffel Tower”, yet there were groups of (traditional) Shawnee from America. One of them says to a politician near a carnival stand relating to shooting ducks: “The white man should go home to work on the French interior” (somewhat precognitive, but a jumbled phrasing of the actual French Roma article I saw - a bit later by chance) and I get the feeling he actually meant “frontier” - though it does say “interior” in the actual article - a good example of how even the dreaming mind questions fairly precise nuances of real precognitive events. Mostly though, the dream started with carnivals being promoted near Paris, I think, yet there was a “knowledge” that carnivals were not nearly as common as they used to be and the Roma and their culture would decrease. I am with the Roma people and feel much less out of place than I ever had in western society, with scenes much like the movie on the mundiromani.com main page. I am looking around, expecting to see only the Roma doing activities relating to an upcoming carnival.
An older man is painting floral designs on a solid wooden wagon wheel (no spokes - just a flat surface area) of part of a caravan (recurring from when I was very young long before I knew about my wife-to-be), but I also notice a young chubby, light-haired Caucasian girl in a pale pink and ill-fitting ballet outfit. She is somewhat uncoordinated yet is still going to be part of the show and festivities, which I perceive as out of place. She tries a cartwheel but it fails, and she falls to the side but is uninjured. A few of the other people seem Caucasian, but there are quite a few Roma people at a nearby group of carnival stalls and kiosks and apparently a smaller camp. I feel sort of sorry for the girl in a way that she will “never integrate into Roma culture” or see things from a particular “harder” or more world-weary perspective. (Again, this appears to be somewhat “reverse precognitive” relating to a very recent article I had not seen yet: “Roma should ‘go home’, says France’s interior minister” - and there are similar scenarios as to the article in the dream but in “reverse”.) I see the real image of a wagon wheel in a field (recurring since childhood) which represents the modern Roma flag.
Later, though, I am at a round table outside somewhere. I notice an extraordinarily beautiful darker Roma girl that looks a lot like my wife (with dark hair and almost luminescent green eyes), but is around eighteen or so, and I mostly only see her profile and do not talk directly to her - she seems almost like a “calm and patient” young goddess. She has the exact same name as my wife and even mentions (what sounds like) my oldest son’s first name (which is not Roma but Shawnee). I mention all this to some people at another table (that is farther out from the camp) and later, another “version”(?) of my wife. An unattractively taller Caucasian woman, fairly thin but with overly wide hips and blonde hair actually said the other girl was saying something like “macaw” or “Magoo” (which is odd that she did not know the exact word or name as she had been sitting with her and a couple others and talking with them).
I thank her for explaining the sound of the actual name or word, in a sincere manner, but she takes it as a sort of sarcasm for some unknown reason and walks off in a huff.
