I am visiting in China and our host is telling us of an ancient Chinese tale about a young woman of royalty that was in danger. Her father was a target of an opposing faction, and they were chasing her, trying to find her and kill her as she was the only person living left in that line. We are in the manor house of the castle where this took place, though it’s not like a European castle, definitely Chinese in motif.
I am a young woman working in an office building – it is a new job and I have been taken around to meet a few of the people I’ll be working with. I am just learning my way around the office itself which takes up a whole floor of the building – one of the higher floors. I have a small office, hardly bigger than a cubicle, but I am happy and proud because it is mine, and I can work alone in it. There is only one person I answer to, and she is training me.
I am in an old building, upstairs in a big room filled with books and chairs and sofas. It is a reading room and I am reading a very big fat book, hardback, probably well over a thousand pages. It’s not a novel, but rather heavy reading, yet fascinating.