Cracked Church Dome

Date: 4/16/2018

I'm in a church or holy place. It has a very very high ceiling. It's quite a small floor space though. The ceiling is all cracked. The colour of the walls seems to be like a sandstone like colour, maybe a little darker. The small hall is dimly lit. I think I'm with Richard the gardener. We're looking to fix the ceiling the domed ceiling. It is very high up. I'm now close up to the ceiling. Hanging from a small platform. The platform is a square wooden base suspended by four ropes which meet in the middle and are tied to the domed ceiling. It is very very high. I can see all the cracks in the Domed ceiling. I'm amazed the ceiling hasn't crashed in. I am surprised it can support my weight. I see lots of stone tiles that have cracks and little bulges in the stone. The stones are square shaped and interlock to form the dome. At some point I found myself on top of the roof. It is incredibly high. The vista is a kind of city scape with roofs all around. A bit like the roof at the end of Gladsmuir road where it meets the church. I see no greenery. It makes me slightly nervous. On the floor of the chapel or whatever it is, I think it is a chequerboard floor. There is an old guy walking around, looking for material to fix the domed ceiling. He has Greyish dark hair. Curly and shoulder length. He is wearing a grey jumper, the sleeves rolled up exposing his forearms. He looks hardy. Somebody grabs like a big chunk of wood or metal. The base is circular, like an incredibly thick table leg. I think the base is wood and it has metal piping twisting around strangely coming out of the middle. It's very heavy but the old man lifts easily with one arm. He also picks up a sizeable black rock, with one arm. He is swinging it around while talking as if it has no weight. The oldman has grey hair is there a new dark grey jumper and stressed in quite tight clothes. But he's actually full of vitality. Looking up at the ceiling is very high and I'm wondering if the guy can actually fix it. I'm now in a very small office. And the ceilings are very low and it makes the place feel claustrophobic. I think there were two or three other people said it deaths around. I'm looking at a desk though in front of me, and Ben is sat behind the desk. The walls of the office are bright white. I said to Ben something about Richard not paying me. Ben gets some money out from somewhere. I say he owes me 50 quidd for the day. Ben reluctanty shuffles around and says he'll look to see if richard left me some money. I don't think he pays me. I get impatient and raise my voice. I get a bit sweary with Ben and a bit aggressive. I become conscious there are other people here in this low ceilinged office.