Dream 23 March 2014
(Ghost Radar words appear in [brackets])
[essential] (I’ll preface this dream record by noting that I watched the movie Divergent yesterday afternoon, and it impacted me deeply. [anyone] Many aspects of it felt hauntingly familiar to me…)
[rapidly] I went to sleep asking to make a dreamflight [ever paint], and to recall it [properly].
[angry] I remember being in a place with a lot of people, and someone taking me aside and asking me to come with them to meet some particular people. I followed this person (I can’t remember what they looked like, gender, personality, any of that) upstairs to a floor that had only private access. Sort of like a teacher’s lounge suite, or an executive suite, or a private suite in a sports stadium. The people there seemed somehow important, or at least in positions of status or authority. There were maybe a dozen people milling around socially, not particularly seeming to notice I was there. It almost felt like a cocktail party or a reception. There were several rooms adjoining, and I walked around trying to understand the purpose and what was happening. [if] The person who had brought me there seemed to disappear, so I felt a bit alone and left to figure out what was happening. [flies] However, before long I bumped into my boss (in waking life), and he told me a little bit about the place. Apparently [Buddha] the purpose was to plan, design, and implement the creation of various facilities [beginning] throughout the world. I began to notice some scale models of facilities – even cities – set on pedestals for viewing.
As I’m looking around I notice people are eating and drinking, and I’m a bit hungry, so I begin to look around for food. At one point I turn around and a pedestal with a large tray of hors d’oeuvres has appeared. I approach it and take a plate to serve myself, but I’m also sort of looking around to see how the others are reacting, because I’m quite sure that the tray and pedestal had just appeared out of thin air, to a location where I had been standing just a moment before. No one else seems to be surprised, so I simply take some food and step away. [high-tide]
My boss appears again, and says he wants to show me a particular project. He wants to know what I think of it. I’m aware that this is sort of a test or an assessment. I sense that others are somehow watching to see how I respond. He guides me to another pedestal, a large table where a model sits under a large clear plastic cover-box. I lean forward and examine it closely. I recognize it.
It represents a complex of structures – buildings – that I’m very familiar with in its completed form. The scale is tiny; there’s one particular building that looms hundreds of stories high, but in the model is only about 45 cm tall. I notice and comment that there were some changes made during construction, so that the built objects differ from the model. There’s one particular cone-shaped tower up high on a post, that’s [familiar] very stark-looking, black and white. There are tiny threads and pulleys stretched from this very tall structure to the ground below, and a really minute little mannequin is attached to one of the threads. I look at it closely and turn to my boss, saying with surprise, “Why, they originally intended to just use cables? Fascinating!” He smiled and nodded, since we both knew well that the actual finished building used much more complex machines and electronics to transport people from the ground into the cone. It was as if the builders had chosen to use a mechanism that was needlessly complex and dependent upon a power source, when they could have kept it simple and straightforward. I scanned the rest of the model and noticed that this had been done with many of the structures.
So many things had been done to mystify so many things which could really have been quite simple. Why were so many things made so complicated?
I vaguely recall having conversations with other people there, but was left with a strong sense of being surrounded by academics, people who were focused on discussion and supposition, theoretical concepts, rather than dealing with what was right before their eyes. I really didn’t want to stay there [eyes] much longer, so I think it was then that the dream faded.
When I woke I was struck by not being able to recall the dream at first, because I knew there had been one, and that it had been quite extensive. I requested to recall, and eventually remembered seeing my boss, the plate of food, and the model, and bits more came back to me. I still feel there is a lot I’m not remembering.
However, I’m also having a funny feeling, a wondering if I really had the dream, or if it somehow popped almost fully formed into my consciousness, and that an aspect of that dream is the remembering of it as a dream that came while I slept, rather than [Kangyur kitchen ] something that was created after I awoke. I’m also getting a strong vibe of potential interference this morning, and will write about that elsewhere. [vision-quest]