I first took down a very large pumpkin. It seemed too soft to the touch, and I was afraid that it was overripe. Miriam was unconcerned and said that most of it was probably still good and that we could just remove any parts that weren't. When we cut the pumpkin open, it was indeed very ripe, but all of it appeared to be still good to eat.
I then went to a different cupboard and took down a large whitish cucurbit which Miriam called a squash but which looked more like a wax gourd, called a "winter melon" in Chinese. ("Winter" is a homophone of "east." The pumpkin or squash is called by contrast a "south melon." The "west melon" is the watermelon. The "north melon," mentioned in Ming dynasty literature as a sort of pun, is mythical.)
This white cucurbit, though large, was very light, almost like a luffa. Miriam didn't want it and had me put it back in the cupboard. This cupboard contained mostly folded winter coats, which I had to move out of the way to put the gourd back. I first moved the coats to the right and put the gourd on the left, but Miriam had me move it to the right and put the coats on the left. I then woke up.
The whole dream seemed symbolic, though I don't yet understand the symbolism. My immediate thought upon waking was that the differently colored cucurbits represented the golden and silver apples from The Song of Wandering Aengus (I had been listening to Donovan's musical setting of that poem) and that Miriam was an alter ego of Claire.
The name Gustav has the appropriately Mosaic meaning "God-staff" and may also be related to the recent dream appearance of Gustav Mahler.
Angelo obviously means "angel." I remember that in Calibrated Gematria the three canonical archangels, Michael, Gabriel, and Raphael, map to three of the cardinal directions (I'll have to check later which is which), but there is no angel of the north, just as there is no "north melon" in Chinese.
Note added:
Michael = 0 = west (watermelon)
Gabriel = -40 = south (pumpkin/squash)
Raphael = -5 = east (wax gourd)
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