For a long time in my dreamscape last night, I was reading Italian poetry. I was reading it in English, from books, but at any time I could click a button and hear it read by an Italian with a thick accent. This was wonderful and went on for some time- hours, perhaps days. The covers of the books I was reading were beautiful old paintings.
Later on in that same dream, I was placed in scenarios wherein women and men were playing out gender roles that were not ultimately to either party’s benefit. I listened to many lectures yesterday regarding gender issues and gender equality. It was nice to see many of the scenarios played out first hand.
In one instance, there was a man with his sister and his girlfriend. The man sort of stepped over his girlfriend in order to use the dressing room/restroom first, effectively picking on her in the process and making her feel snubbed. The insinuation was that what the girls wanted wasn’t as important as what the man wanted, and the girls were to just concede this point and allow him to do as he pleased. This was all done in a relatively subtle manner. The sister and girlfriend both just reacted emotionally and let him continue his frame of mind.