The First Dream
This is one of the earliest dreams I still remember:
By the side of an asphalt highway, I see a motorcycle cop standing before his enormous Harley, which is leaning on its kick stand. He wears a somber midnight blue uniform and dark aviator sunglasses, with their visual hint of skull eyes. Without a word, he drops to one knee and picks up the edge of the road like one would lift the edge of a rug. Underneath the highway is a sea of blood in which human bones and dismembered body parts are floating.
Interpretation: I’m not sure exactly how old I was, but I am guessing 8 or 9, because the highway was not a huge freeway, but more like the 2 lane asphalt highways in Idaho that were my image of a major road in my childhood.
The imagery was beyond my grasp as a child. It just felt scary. It didn’t occur to me until much later that this was my first encounter with a guide who showed me a truth about this world: Our civilization and way of life is built on murder and corruption. The sunlit world of speed, convenience and ease has its price in blood and death.
I see a parallel between this figure and Buddha calling the earth to witness, though I am not sure why. Oddly enough, the pose was the same as the Great Goddess which I composed in 1987:
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