Sylvia's Journal

I woke up from a deep sleep full of dreams. All that remained when I woke up this morning was the image of an angling rod, unravelling. I had insisted on manufacturing an angling rod by myself rather than asking someone else to make it for me. Held in a vise and with the help of something that rotated the rod I got it to look just like a real one, pretty decorations and all. Then someone mistook it for flowers wrapped in paper and then it didn’t telescope and the whole thing unravelled.

The dream added another dimension to a meeting we had last night over dinner with the representative from the company that insured the plane. We talked about coverage and liability settlements. The angling and unravelling may have something to do with our fears if a settlement is not reached. Ten months later we are only partially out of the woods.

The meeting overshadowed everything else that happened yesterday, which was, after all a celebratory day, being the 14th, again. All day I had worried about the purpose and meaning of the visit. I have been brought up to mistrust insurance companies, no matter how nice the representatives are as human beings. It has something to do with purpose and mission. Working in a value-driven organization where mission is about saving lives, any dealings with an organization that has shareholder return and profit as a driving force fills me with suspicion and also some dread. It is as if I am on foreign soil. I try to read clues but I cannot decipher them. I can’t decide whether things that did not add up are simply due to the foreign terrain or something else. Today Axel will seek counsel.