Oxalis. Dreamt about 2 societies that were locked out from each other. One was kind of birmingham mud flood industrial. The other was something involving telepathy and a sweet dough that was shaped in a sort of triangle with intention, that kind of manifest teleported. In the story it was women and men? Is it linked to my wish for guidance? Our 2 protagonists get two of the doughy medium tokens and are trying to l learn how to communicate and travel with it, without being caught. For artistic licence either somone has shown them how to travel and their is some kind of resistance that can help them. Perhaps at Oxalis Hall? Their isn't a multi level multi plicity to then society. Perhaps one person jumps and the other one has to get creative moving and learning, so evade detection and apprehension to learn how to jump and blend in. To belong.