Dream: Toccio or Tocchio

I recently had a dream where I was in a medieval village, but modern, in a barn-turned classroom with wide open doors, old stone floor and walls, ancient timber beams above. Chickens and livestock were out in the sun-drenched courtyard and there was hay scattered across the cobblestones. There was a large chalkboard and basic desks set up. I'm not sure if I was a young student or adult me. I did something right and please the teacher, and was rewarded with unlimited access to a store of previous pistachio nuts kept in a loft. I climbed the ladder, like in a bell tower, and began eating the nuts, but I felt that I couldn't eat them all myself -- I'd feel sick and there was enough for everybody. Wooden slats covered the window and I could see and feel sunlight streaming through the gaps.

Someone called me Toccio. Tocchio? I remember wondering in the dream how it should be spelled. I know how it sounds. Tock-ee-oh. Like an Italian pronouncing the Japanese city Tokyo.

The dream continued and I was in a city, as a small boy. I was going somewhere important, accompanied by elders (an old lady was talking to me along the way). I had to get undressed and put on a rough woolen robe, or ankle length tunic, and climb vast wide stairs to leading to a courtyard and another medieval building that I couldn't see much of. Next I was inside, a barn like the classroom, with ancient stone walls and timber roof beams. It was circular, with plain wooden benches surrounded a central platform. Everyone, adults and children of all ages, were wearing the same rough-spun woolen robe, and I distinctly remember trying to get a sense of what it smelled like -- the wools, the wooden benches, the ancient stone. Again, someone called me Toccio.

That's all I can remember. I talked to several people in the dream -- to the teacher, and I get a sense I was me as an adult but a child in a classroom simultaneously. The old lady. I can't recall what we talked about though.

So tonight I google "Tocchio", as this is how I think this is how you spell it. Tocchio is an Italian name! I try "Toccio", as I get the sense this is another way to spell. Toccio the grumpy Angel, a children's book by a Japanese author, is one of the top 3 results!

What can the dream mean, if anything? I don't care what the skeptics think -- insight and meaning is to be found in this dream, I know my subconscious better than the skeptics do! Writing fiction is something I dearly want to do more of, and I've always wanted to visit Japan. Tock-ee-yoh, here I come! Tokyo makes sense, my subconscious would tell me to go there in such a convoluted way. However, what's with the Italian theme? A psychic told me last year I must visit Tuscany -- not maybe, but must. Which is one of the last places I'd consider traveling to, to be honest -- right now I'm um-ing and ah-ing between Japan, Peru (ayahuasca), or Egypt. Ireland, China, Nepal, Morocco, Mexico... I'll keep dreaming. ;-)

When is a dream just a dream or something else? I"m not expecting to find deep and meaningful messages in this dream, I just find it interesting to follow random thoughts and see where they go. I'd never heard the word Tocchio before in my life, that I know of, so it's a weird dream for my subconscious to play me.

Update: Toccio is a town in Umbria, just a stone's throw from Tuscany. Which is near Gualdo Tadino, with architecture just like in my dream. Curiouser and curiouser! But I'm still thinking Tokyo, Japan -- the global consciousness has a sense of humour.