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dream theater
I dreamed I was in Some Primarily Muslim City with a tour group. (It was never obvious in the context of the dream what city this was - not that I've ever been to such a place in real life, so I wouldn't recognize it waking anyway.) I've been awake long enough that the details are a little fuzzy, but at one point something about my training in linguistics was really interesting to the tour guide; at another point, I'd been separated from the group and had to find my way to Pier 6, which was somehow miles away from where I was (at something like Pier 3, because this part of the city was apparently built in what remained of a really giant amphitheater or stadium and the neighborhoods were named after the points around the circle? or something?). I got lost a couple of times and a man (a policeman? a sidewalk cart vendor? something?) tipped a little kid to show me the way to where I was going. Finally I met up with ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
sanj and another couple of people from the group, who were pleased to see I hadn't gone completely missing. As we were crossing the street to get to our next destination, we could see the tops of the buildings in the old part of the city - lots of minarets and mosques, and we wished we could go see them, but I at least was only wearing a knee-length skirt, so even granting that I'd have covered my head, I couldn't go into the mosques with bare legs. (NB I don't have any idea if this is true. I know head-covering is a given, but I have no idea about the relative standards of modesty expected -a- in different kinds of mosques and -b- of non-Muslim visitors. But in the dream it was totally obvious to me that I wasn't dressed appropriately.)
sanj and another couple of people from the group, who were pleased to see I hadn't gone completely missing. As we were crossing the street to get to our next destination, we could see the tops of the buildings in the old part of the city - lots of minarets and mosques, and we wished we could go see them, but I at least was only wearing a knee-length skirt, so even granting that I'd have covered my head, I couldn't go into the mosques with bare legs. (NB I don't have any idea if this is true. I know head-covering is a given, but I have no idea about the relative standards of modesty expected -a- in different kinds of mosques and -b- of non-Muslim visitors. But in the dream it was totally obvious to me that I wasn't dressed appropriately.)