Legal matters

Woke up this morning to a rather odd dream, a dream with no action, just context, just a setting.

It seems that I was in the middle of some complicated & important legal business, involving a court hearing very soon, perhaps tomorrow, and another some weeks off.

But I had it all at my fingertips. It had all been beautifully organised and I was ready to go. All kinds of tricky details flitted impressively through my mind.

But waking up, I had the strong impression that it was all a front. An image tricked out with various legal details, but in which there was no substance. Had I been able to poke at the image, it would have collapsed like a house of cards or a punctured balloon.

I associate now first to the way that a painting can evoke something with great power, without there actually being anything there. Just a few smears of paint. And second, to an army formation, say a brigade. A brigade with a brigadier, that is to say me, a headquarters and a headquarters staff. From the inside all seems well. All very impressive. Memoranda, radio messages, orders and orderlies move to and fro. But there is no connection to the real world. It is all just a sham.

PS: an afterthought: was one of the prompts for this dream our getting slightly lost in the Inns of Court on Thursday evening? On which, more in due course.