Dream on Friday night

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One part that was pleasant and private, the other not so. I was a supply teacher in some kind of convent school, Heimdall like monk as a guardian. I met the mother superior, an immensely tall thin woman called 'The Monitor.'. She was dressed in a nun's habit, also covering her face, a blue cloth mask with rough slits in it for eyes and mouth. I took a class and she was there. She took off her habit and mask and spoke to the children. She was blonde and covered with skanky tattoos. I questioned her about them. She smiled and said, 'I fell...' The children cheered at the end of her talk.

I had been given a green blanket, but had no idea what to do with it, so went to find her. She was squatting under a hedge, and bid me come closer, closer, closer. I noticed her dirty vest and pants. When I was very close she said, close to my ear; 'No-one will cut your face like I can, with iron and with steel.'

In terms of my private mythology this makes some sense, and I will try to remember it.