Sleep Dream.  Some sort of cavernous public space, like a Budapest bath house. White and filled with light. Sort of Disney-esque. Child-like. A Fun environment. I am in a pool of some sort, from which protrude periodic white pillars that support the ceiling. (Hm, maybe they don’t support the ceiling; maybe they’re just „art.“) The water is turquoise. There are amber / rust colored plastic pillows floating about in the water. I hold onto one to manoeuvre around. I don’t know anyone. There are a few folks in the water; white, middle-class men and women of roughly my age. I want to get out, but on the floor (the pool’s outside edge) where I wish to get out, Ruta appears. She is smiling a broad smile. She looks directly at me and talks openly to me, to the effect that we need to let bygones be bygones and be friends again. She talks loudly, drawing the attention of those around us. I don’t wish to have this conversation now; I want to get out of the pool, but she‘s in the way. Ruta keeps talking about reconciling, talking loudly. I feel a dilemma: her words are fine, but her motivation and timing smack of grandstanding, playing to the audience. Part of me, reacting to the grandstanding, wants to tell her to go away, leave me alone, so I can get out of the pool. Another part, however, thinks that I would be rejecting a chance at reconciliation, which I would not like to do. Is my ego getting in my way, I ponder, to not take her offer up? But she squats at pool‘s edge, sort of arrogant, not offering me a hand out, blocking me from de-pooling.