Two twin girls about 12 years old are kidnapped by a coach. He coaches boys. The twins are kept in a room. They are both good breast strokers (swimmers). The season of the sport the coach coaches is ending.
I tell the girls to get up early in the morning and escape. They do this and dive from very high up into this body of water and swim back to their home.
It is Halloween. The twins are in a crowd of people watching a parade. They are dressed in white dresses and these white, Chinese hats. I am with them. I sense there is danger. The coach wants them back. I tell the girls to hide; to comb up this cement building with foot holds.
Later, some man tries to talk one of the twins into leaving and having a life of her own away from her twin. He is manipulative. She says no.
The assistant coach quits. The coach has a baby he carries around when he is walking. His sleeves are full of throw up from the baby.
What a powerful dream. I love the twin numbers (1 and 1, 2 and 2). The metaphors, also: breast strokers and body of water. Why does the coach kidnap the feminine, I wonder? Who is he? His own infant cannot stomach its own nutrients. More men than just the coach try to harm the feminine twins. Ain’t that the truth?