Dreamed on 26 March 1989
Two things to note about my personal circumstances at the time I had this dream: most importantly, I had just found out I had underpaid my estimated taxes for the quarter by quite a bit, and wasn't sure how I would come up with the additional funds needed! I surmised that this worry was actually at the core of this dream, and that's why I named the dream as I did! The other thing: I dreamed this on my birthday!
Also as I look down at myself in the dream I see that I am a "dark woman", of some other ethnic group than in waking life, and apparently from a tribal culture. I have heard metaphysicians and dream analysists say that a dark woman in dreams often brings important news or information...
One day as we are there, and she asks me questions, the answers to which she tries to understand, a man approaches. He seems to come out of nowhere: just appears from the bush and low vegetation - a stranger, another outsider. He stops a few feet from us and just stands there, not speaking, just staring at us. Sizing us up, I feel. I think about how the anthropologist has told me that lately, more and more of these outsiders were entering our region, and of how they disapproved of us. We do not worship the New God. We give our bodies freely to each other. No, they do not approve at all. And she had warned me of how much things could change. This man was one of these outsiders. By his appearance: short, stocky, light-skinned, dressed in odd clothing: oh, it was easy to see...
Ignoring this man, and trying to behave as if nothing extraordinary was going on, the anthropologist and I continue our talk. I open my cache of special jewelery to show her. And I feel the Outsider Man's eyes on my jewelery, yes, on my jewelery now, instead of on me, or her. I suddenly know that the sacredness has been violated: that this Stranger knows the secret of this place. And that he wants to take of it for himself. I know that if I leave any of my jewelery or other articles here while I go down into the little town as I had planned to later, that they would not be here when I returned. Feeling his eyes, no, not on me, but still on my jewelery, I fumble with it, desperately trying to figure out how I can ever wear it all on my journey to town. In the back of my mind I wonder what else he and his kind would take for themselves of our good world..."
...the dream ended abruptly at this point...
