Solid Gold

Preface: I haven’t posted many dreams in the second half of 2006 so far, for these reasons:

1. I have been undergoing a most thorough process of personal transformation, and have had all I can handle just making it through my demanding work week. The good news is this particular job will end soon, and new, greener horizons are calling. I am beginning to see the results of a lot of hard work.

2. My dreams have been changing. It’s not that I don’t remember them, but I am getting adjusted to dealing with the new material, a substantial percentage of which has been pretty alarming, and the remainder of which is pretty slippery and elusive. But don’t worry, dear readers, I am in better shape than ever before.

But, no more excuses. Dream Departure is back:

I am visiting a farm which feels like a garden. It is huge and immaculately tended. No livestock here, only plants, an amazing variety of beautiful, vigorous plants. The energy of health and harmony vibrates through the surroundings. I can feel this energy in my cells, as my physical and psychic systems respond to this wonderful environment. It seems natural and unsurprising that I float upward, as if the redolent atmosphere has become my bed and transport. I am awash in heavenly music.

Then, I am getting ready to attend a big party. Usually, I am a stay-at-home kind of guy, but I am really looking forward to this event. I pass a large mirror in the hall on the way out, and get a glimpse of my costume: My outfit is solid gold. I look like a Sun King.

Normally, I don’t like to call attention to myself, but I am really looking forward to appearing in this eye-grabbing getup. On the way in to the party, everyone is passing an espresso stand and ordering coffee. Soon, it is my turn, and I reflect that I don’t need the buzz: I am already plenty awake and feeling fine. I decide to order, anyway, as everyone else is doing it. This becomes a problem, as the method of ordering is to speak into a screen, in answer to a little voice. I can’t understand the instructions, and ask for them to be repeated. Now, I don’t feel so perfect, but I am not going to let this stop me.

Then, I am standing before a large picture window, which looks rather like an aquarium, even though there is air, not water, on the other side. A most peculiar and funny little man swims up and sings a very entertaining song about a whale. His voice is deep for one so small. I marvel at his humor, inventiveness and spontaneity. Eventually, I feel compelled to ask him how he does it. Almost immediately, I feel embarrassed, and apologize for asking. Enjoying creativity is more important than explaining it.

Then, I am in a field and a lion appears. The lion is rampant, standing on his hind legs like a human. He faces me and gazes into my eyes, as his long, improbably soft and wavy mane floats on the slight breeze in the brilliant sunlight. I am struck to the core with the majesty of this vision, also aware of the danger of being so near to a lion. It occurs to me to thank the lion for his recognition, and I do so, but the lion keeps on coming closer. I am afraid, and wake up.