There was another dream, about curtains. I was in an apartment in a new city (visiting or staying) with my partner, who was black, and our young child. The apartment was large and borrowed or rented from people we knew. It was positioned over a large complex of public swimming pools. Our kid wanted to go swimming and I had promised that he could - but as I was looking out the window it seemed like there were few people down there - I wondered whether the pool was closing at 3pm, and it was nearly 3 now. Still I felt we would take the boy swimming somewhere. Meanwhile we were going through the rooms, talking about how we'd replace the curtains, and the expense to get the place looking presentable. The end room was messy but I said if we tidied it up and made the bed it would look fine, with its existing yellow curtains. Not our style but I didn't need to use that room (it was allocated to me), because I already had a study elsewhere in the apartment. We made the bed and it looked good - see? I had a phone call with the apartment owner, a kind of shallow, perky woman, explaining what we would do.

There was a sadness about this dream, the guy I was with, who somehow felt broken. I loved him but he was weary with everything he had been through just from being a black man.

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This is mysterious and I'm not sure where to start with it. The new life coming. Reserves - that we have limited resources to play with immediately, but that we have (and I have) things in reserve.