I was in an Eastern europena land. It was uatum – depresisng day. empty street with grey tower blocks and many ylleow leave son the street v overcast. I met the evil one. We spoke a little and got on well. our first meeting. in reallity that is not where I met her. I thought of telling Fridas’ child yesteday whhere I met the evil one. not that I would tell Friday that now – but might tell him in years
then the police arested us toom us away serpately. it was commie time. oddly I wa snot afriad. Nothing happened- later I was reocunting it to evil one. they thoyght I was a spy and she was an agent.
she told me how they used to teriy suspects by using animals- seranrts in the cas eof some. put them in a room with big ones till the eprson would talk.
there were other parts to the dream but I do not tecall them now. I was abed with Gift. could have been an allusion to her. There was more but I do not recall now. What can it signigy? A sense of entrapment?