Dream

Sunday, July 25, 2010: Cross

He was in an arid place on a hill. There was dim daylight.

He climbed a scaffold up to a cross, willingly.

With the assistance of a soldier, his arms were tied to the cross-beam.

He hung on the cross.

He spoke to bystanders.

He sent a bystander away with a question.

Dream

Thursday, July 22, 2010: Schools

He spoke with students from three different esoteric schools, comparing what they knew and what they practiced. Each school gathered in a complex stone or brick building.

In another dream, he attended a school of design. He was presenting a project today. When he arrived at the classroom, he found that they had no projector or screen, only a chalkboard. He ran back to his dorm to retrieve notes for his presentation.

Dream

Tuesday, July 20, 2010: Harrassed by Cat

He walked around a friend's apartment. Other friends were there, too. The friend's cat harassed him and his friends, biting and clawing them.

Dream

Friday, July 16, 2010: In Search of a Bus Stop

In search of a bus stop, he walked at night on a street in a strange city of low brick buildings, streetlights, and brightly lit shop interiors. Other people walked the streets, some entering and exiting the shops.

He walked into a building, climbing up and down many flights of stairs and through many corridors. He thought in general that he was moving below ground level. He entered a large room with a crowd gathered in a vague queue. He saw a concession stand with popcorn, a ticket booth, and a marquee. He realized it was a movie theater. He walked away in search of the bus stop.

He stood before a large platform open to daylight and a long descent to the ground. His father stood on the platform. A man made an announcement over a loudspeaker. His father shrugged and jumped to his death.

Dream

Friday, July 09, 2010: Magic Carpet, Sunken Bridge

He hovered in the air, seated cross-legged on a small rectangular carpet, no larger than two feet by three feet. His small dog sat on his lap. There was another person nearby, seated on a similar carpet. It was night. They flew near two brick buildings and streetlights.

When day came, they flew towards Lake Quinsigamond. They saw that Lake Quinsigamond was overflowing its banks. A section of bridge was completely submerged.

Dream

Thursday, June 17, 2010: Seeking Shelter

From a wide picture window, they saw the circulation of clouds forming into a tornado. He, his wife, his two children, his friend, and his dog descended three flights of stairs, into the cellar. The cellar was partially submerged in water. Despite the water, the dog was able to swim and keep up. They exited the cellar, moving quickly towards a metal bunker.

Dream

Sunday, June 13, 2010: Apocalypse

As the apocalypse unfolded, to the noisy distress of others inside the concrete bunker, he and a smaller band left.

The sky was dark with clouds and the ground was bare. The giant, squat metal vehicle was overloaded. He and the band climbed the scaffolding, and floor by floor, sifted through boxes, gathering valuables and discarding the dross.

Ash began to fall from the sky. He reached the top of the teetering scaffolding, throwing and pushing everything useless over the edge to the ground below. He opened the top drawer of a bureau. Inside were two jewelry boxes. One was filled with turquoise jewelry; the other was filled with amethyst jewelry. He took both boxes, pushed the bureau over the edge, and descended the scaffolding.

The ash fell heavier and deepened, and those in the compound grew restless, so they started the vehicle and departed.

Dream

Friday, May 28, 2010: Time(s) and Dreams

Here is an interesting excerpt:

“[Ouspensky writes:] 'We live and think and exist on one of the lines of time. But the second and third dimensions of time, that is, the surface on which this line lies and the solid in which this surface is included, enter every moment into our lives and into our consciousness...'

We may in our dreams sometimes glimpse possibilities that belong to the moment, the directions of other branches of radii that exist but which we do not follow— this time.”

Living Time, Maurice Nicoll, p.205.

Dream

Friday, May 28, 2010: Calling for Ice Cream Delivery

He stood at a gas station. It was daylight. There were cars and people filling up their cars with gas.

He felt bewildered, not knowing where he was. He was talking on a cell phone to a woman. He was asking her about ice cream delivery. She asked him where he needed the ice cream delivered to. He looked around for street signs, but didn't see any. He asked others where he was, but they did not tell him.

Dream

Sunday, May 23, 2010: Summoner

After stepping through the doorway, he hovered in place, within a glowing lavender expanse. He drew from himself an artifact, a round stone wider than his outstretched arms. The round stone had interlocking parts, like gears, like a puzzle.

Though he drew forth the stone from himself, the stone contested his will. By force, he overcame this opposition, and the stone opened. A glowing green-yellow light shone from within the stone, like an arcane forge. He gestured towards to opening, and from it came a black cat. The black cat leaped onto his hand, then to his shoulder.

He closed the opening in the stone, drew the stone back into himself, and stepped back into the mundane world. The cat was for somebody else.

Dream

Friday, May 21, 2010: Elements

He stood inside a stone building. Others stood around with him. Through a wide opening, they looked at the water and the light of day.

But something viscous, black, and malevolent surged within the water. It began to bulge and lift itself up through the opening. Panic spread through the others. Darkness fell. He grabbed a thick branch and climbed upstairs.

Already, the sky was black. Trees bent in the wind. He leaped into the air and flew, carried by the wind backwards and upwards. Below, savages with spears pursued him. He pointed the thick branch at them. He expected lightning to shoot out from the branch, but instead, out came a glowing green streamer of energy that remained on the air and floated down softly.

Dream

Monday, May 03, 2010: Conflict

He and his comrades were hiding in a windowless room. In the room was a chest of drawers and a closet. Enemies were approaching. They searched for weapons to use to defend themselves. One found a rifle. One found a shotgun. He found a revolver in pieces. He assembled the revolver and loaded it. The enemies opened the door and both sides began to fire.

In another dream, he and his comrades were in a dungeon, fighting off an attack of fish-men.

In an earlier dream, he was examining an iPad and considering whether or not he would purchase one.

Dream

Sunday, May 02, 2010: Station Wagon

He was driving on a highway in a green station wagon. He did not own the station wagon; he was taking it for a test drive. The exterior of the station wagon was worn, but the interior was immaculate and upholstered in white. He told his wife, over a hands-free mobile phone, that he was seriously considering buying it, and they reminisced over the old green station wagon they had during the first couple years of their marriage.

Dream

Wednesday, April 28, 2010: Tube, Leper

He got out of bed and walked into the bathroom. He began to shave. He stopped and looked into the mirror at his face. He saw a pink tube protruding from his left jaw. It seemed to run up the side of his face, under the skin. He did not pull the tube; he thought that might cause his skin to tear. Instead, he carefully pushed the tube out of his face. He pressed the loose skin back into place. He had the impression that the tube was left from a previous operation.

In another dream, he was with a group of people in a building. There was a degenerate leprous man crawling in the ducts above the ceiling. They were trying to find a way to expel him from the building without exposing themselves.

Dream

Thursday, April 22, 2010: The Bomb

He climbed a street to the top of a hill. Looking down, he could see a smoking light blue crater, the remains of a large part of the city.

He knew another bomb was coming. He climbed into the driver's seat of a white van. Others climbed into the van. He called his daughter on his cell phone. She sounded distressed. He told her what was happening, to take cover, and to not panic.

After hanging up, he found himself inside a rectangular bunker with white walls. Through thick windows, he watched the blast-wave of the next bomb approach.

Dream

Thursday, April 08, 2010: Black and White Cat

He found himself in an apartment that was not his own. There were many other people in the apartment. He moved from the kitchen into the living room.

A black and white cat began harassing him: scratching him, biting him, trying to climb up his clothes.

He asked the cat, "Are you hungry?" and tried to bring the cat over to his food dish in the kitchen. But instead, the cat continued to harass him.

His dog appeared, and the cat began to harass both of them. He tried to keep the cat and dog separated.

For a brief moment, the cat turned into a middle-aged Hispanic woman. She spoke in English on a cell phone. Then she turned back into a cat and resumed harassing them.

Finally, he picked up his dog and escaped outside.

His wife was there.

They sat together under a gazebo. Suddenly, black and white birds flew down, then black and white cats with wings flew down; then rabbits and other small animals with wings flew down.

"Look at them!" he laughed.

Poetry

Tuesday, April 06, 2010: Chain of Being

A bird eats a worm;

Pecks at it with its beak;
Breaks it into pieces;
Still squirming,
Swallows it,
And flies away.

Does the worm suffer
to become a bird?

Are we ground up
in the teeth of the earth
so we can fly to the stars?

Do angels eat men?

Dream

Thursday, April 01, 2010: The Devil

He died.

He stood outside, looking down at his body on the ground. In a moment, he found himself inside a dark stone building. He stood in a waiting room before an open door. After a short wait, a secretary said that the devil would see him now.

He walked into the room and sat down. The devil was sitting behind a desk, flanked by two secretaries. The devil appeared to be a well-dressed, mannered white-haired man with a beard. The devil greeted him, and began to review his life and ask him questions, while the secretaries took notes or presented factual documents.

One question was, "How many acts of selfless love did you commit?" He wasn't sure. One of the secretaries handed the devil a paper, and he said, "I see here that you have committed nine acts of selfless love during your life. Well done."

There was no sense of a trial, condemnation, or judgment. It was a review of his life. This place, too, was not one of punishment. He was sure this was hell, but it was organized, structured, purposeful, elegant; it was a bureaucracy, devoid of any negative elements associated with bureaucracy.

At the conclusion of the review, the devil said, without menace or guile, that he had a job for a man like him.