A powerful dream related
to wHertwoworldsTouch.com
I’m sitting with Doris [a friend who worked where I worked when the
dream occurred]. We are at a party or gathering, but a door opens into an
adjacent room and there’s a very decorated cake in it that seems to be
not associated with our party per se.
I ask about the cake and
Shirley [another actual work acquaintance, same place] suddenly pipes
up, that "It’s Suzie’s birthday cake," and she reminds me in her most and most usual authoritative tone,
"I remember Carolyn telling you about
it." I had to pause to
recall [as if coming back into daily life memory to get that one!] who
Carolyn is [and did get it, the real Carolyn -- still another actual
coworker].
Close by the cake, there’s
a most intriguing gift or picture.
It initially looks like a map, as if of something on the order of an
ocean and the land masses that define it.
But there is a bridge across the entire expanse of water, and it
is very 3-D emphasized in the picture, as if multi-dimensional, in an
artistic way, through reiteration of its form, something like this rough
sketch below . . .
. . and as
if it is almost
“engraved,” it is so graphically emphasized.
And all this is framed and under glass – or the engraved part
is somehow in part etched into the glass.
It powerfully attracts me with its graphic novelty. As
I move closer to inspect it, I am suddenly whooshed into it
other-dimensionally, where the map becomes like a living travelogue of
this place, as if I am experiencing being there in it!
So I can tour it as a place, and it’s thrillingly REAL!
The water is a gorgeous dark blue, and I’m flying over it and
then over something like a ship and aware of being between land masses
in the middle of or over an expanse of water that could be like a
natural port or inlet. It’s
suggestive of the masses of land ‘east-to-west’ in the original map
/ picture. The experience is
very much like dipping into a movie from a still frame.
Then I’m back out and yakking with Doris and Shirley, again.
I’m thinking or asking, ‘DID I SEE THE BRIDGE?’ [I think I
meant while I was experiencing this as real].
Someone starts telling about this guy’s work, who made it and
how – didn’t I know? – he messed up [[[not remembering this part
of the dream well]]]. There
was an event [earthquake? Explosion?]
that he had not foreseen, and to some extent as an afterward I
experience his experience as they tell me – of this very messy area,
lots of new plops of dirt and interesting white or off-white,
crystalline-like embedded [quartz?] in raw earth.
And he is not happy, because this slows up things and the flying
thrill becomes a bit of unhappy plodding.
Nothing disastrous, just unexpected and that clips the flying
experience.
But there seems to be the barest promise in my experience of this
of the raw unexpected stuff just being a divide, a mountain pass, a
demarcation: TEMPORARY –
and the promise to open up again to wide-open flying just on the other
side of all this. Occasionally
and through out the picture experience, I get the flash of a face, a man’s
face and bearing, who looks just like Eliot Jay Rosen [ who looks
‘very angelic’ to me and who wrote a beautiful book -- even the
title is evocative and in relation to the dream! It's called Experiencing
the Soul: Before Birth,
During Life, After Death. The book cover is mostly black and purple,
prominent colors on the two websites, and contains essays about or by
many death-and-dying pioneers, who are fully at home with the
understanding there is no death.
First he is flying – broad smile with twinkling blue eyes; then
sobered by the unexpected holdup that somehow was created by or should
have been known to him in advance if he had been paying attention.
BUT THE INFERENCE GRAPHICALLY WAS THAT THIS WOULD PASS.
Reflections
after the dream:
These last many months, I have collected a gazillion pictures of
bridges, especially the San Francisco Golden Gate Bridge, which of course looks
very much like the lines / bridge in the original picture above -- as
stylistic models for the logo. . . wHere
two worlds Touch [across the ineffable abyss].
Only as I was drawing the initial picture did I see a rendition
of what to me is a reminder of wHeretwoworldsTouch.com ---
The
dream continues:
Back to ‘Suzie’: it’s
her party. Feels like
she’s a young-to-maturing professional [like an MD or PhD, or Susan B, a full-time lawyer
whom I once worked for at a local university.
Similar looks, feeling. In the dream, she drove me round
about down a pleasant, winding country road to a parking area.
Something about Tika, a little dog
buddy living at the time. A bit rambling, disjointed..
Tika figures as large
as daily life in the dream. Something
comes up about pets and I ask her if she has or wants one.
It’s like we’re out in the country and there are plenty of
dogs and cats and sometimes horses.
She’s thinking about getting a dog . . .
Segues into our approach to an abandoned adobe, pinkish place,
like in
Southern Arizona
landscape and a number of ill-kempt horses and cats and maybe dogs.
I pet a cat that I hesitate to touch because it appears to have a
bad case of ear mites and whatnot from being on its own, not unlike the rest of these animals here.
Their fur is very dull, little water and food is evident.
No green grass – dry yellow tufts . .
thinking of the horses.
Suzie says these animals like to come here to escape their
domestic environments and enjoy the comfort and familiarity of others of
their kind. [Hmmm, the dream happened around the time I think I got back
from AZ; had even been thinking of moving there.
The wording just above, worth mulling over.]
I told Suzie I used to have a horse [are we on horses?] and then
in the dream itself, I stop to reflect, is that true? – and correct myself
to say actually it belonged to someone else, but I was the one who rode
it, etc. .. [which felt
true].
Seems
to be plenty here to contemplate:
What’s
with the name thing with ‘Suzie’? Throughout dream, I
felt a bit strange calling her ‘Suzie’ – as if, because that’s
what I heard others call her, I did too, but wondered if I should be
calling her by a more formal name because I did not know her well, but
this was all I knew to use.
Lots of little inferences that I am waking up or moving toward waking up
and want to pay attention to and live and speak my truth accurately that
reflects in all dimensions. Several
times found myself wondering about the accuracy of my perceptions and
memory and what I was saying in relation to various mixed dimensions of
reality, while in the dream. But
I still was not lucid dreaming. Even
so, this is more ‘awake’ than most dreams I have had.
Oh! There’s a cute little
synchronicity here. The day,
give or take a day, I was rereading this and studying it, I was having
an interchange of emails with Rhea.
She passed along to me one of her more formative experiences as a
kid when she was infatuated with digging up BIG rocks, landscaping size,
from the back pastures of property that belonged to her parents or
someone in her family. She
became really excited at one point taking quite some time to dig out an
extremely clear, beautiful, BIG white quartz crystal – out of your
basic mucky looking soil. She
marveled that something so clear and beautiful could be immersed in soil
like that so unlike the crystal itself.
It was so clear it looked pristine.
See above reference to crystal-like things and muck I was digging
them out of above. Maybe
this will offer some insight.
Note:
The dream was from October 2004, while I was in the midst of what became
a very frustrating situation with someone who built the architecture of
wHeretwoworldsTouch. It cost what to me was a huge amount of money
and was not at all the collaborative relationship I had expected.
I basically ran out of money and ended up with an incomplete
infrastructure and without funds and a few other advantages which at
that time made it prohibitive to move forward with the project in the
way I had planned
. It felt to me like a disaster, because I had been working toward
this for years, and I truly wondered if it would be completed during my
life. It felt like a mortal wound to the heart!
This dream and a number of other events have helped keep the hope alive
until it has a real chance to thrive, which I feel confident is about to
happen [2008].
I stretch to trust, to live one of my father's favorite lines:
"This too shall pass" and to see the lights returning to
brighten once more the face of my angel, post-'temporary
setback'!
