I nearly forgot a dream I had last night. I was in a clinic - part abortion clinic, part classroom, and there was a kind of activism/training class going on. Being lead by L and another woman, both bright and brisk, cheerful without sentimentality, happy to be working/teaching for this right/freedom. Everything bright and white. We were to give money to support this cause. I was in the class, and rooting through my wallet to try to find the right money to give. I had all these different currencies in there - I didn't know what was the right currency or how much was appropriate, although, apparently, anything was fine. I pulled out a note - $121 USD? Seemed too much, could embarrass me. And then as I went through the rest they all seemed too little or too much and actually most of these currencies couldn't be accepted after all....