Dreaming I am standing on one side of a road; there is a man standing on the other side. We are holding a piece of orange tape in our hands. There is a woman in the middle, almost like a judge or referee but with no power as such, more a gentle guide in the process. We both pull on the tape. I can feel it digging into my hands, and then it snaps. There is a sense of relief; I felt quite angry with the man and am glad it has snapped now.