A white garment

I'm listening to a woman who is speaking quietly and at the same time I'm touching a white garment which I think belongs to her. It's extremely soft and I'm thinking about how comfortable it would be to wear. I notice that there are other people waiting to speak to me and I nod to the woman who is speaking to let her know it is time to reach a conclusion and she acknowledges this.

Concrete protest

A series of images of Japanese people, speaking Japanese (which I did not understand) loudly as if protesting something they felt strongly about, then immersing themselves, face down, in wet concrete.

An accident

There'd been an accident, a car had crashed into a house. I think I'd been a passenger in the car. Maybe I'd been thrown clear somehow. The car was embedded in a wall that had collapsed onto it and there was no sign of the driver. The house was large with many comfortably furnished rooms and with a calm atmosphere. It seemed to be some kind of educational establishment, although quite informal. People gathered in small groups and talked quietly. The crash didn't seem to have attracted any attention and I got the feeling there was nothing to be done about it.

Later I found I was wearing a garment that was a silvery colour and somehow knew that it was made out of the same material as the stars.