Dream from Nov. 2007
PART 2: THROUGH
… There is a blank space, as if the dream ends, but it continues….
I become aware that I’m alive and have been on the other side with the others for some unknown period of time.
We have come out on the other side.
Not everyone comes out on the other side.
There are fewer people. The land is green, growing, gently rolling open space, trees, open space all around. I see no indication of buildings, roads, etc., although we have supplies/resources. The supplies are from the ‘old’ society, ‘left over’ from ‘the time before’. There is no money. Money is the only thing that did not make it to the other side. It also seems that anyone who held onto money (in a grasping way, or out of fear of letting it go), did not come out into this world, either.
Those of us now here, we came together, found each other somehow.
We find a way to survive — we get along fine without money.
We are a large enough group that, as things need to be done, we separate into smaller groups to do particular tasks. The smaller groups are fluid, becoming bigger/smaller as needed. They are not ‘set’ as to who is in them, though people will gravitate toward what they like, what they are interested in, etc.
No one is ‘in charge’.
Some people are ‘organizers’ [for lack of a better term]. They are good at and enjoy organizing, and that is what they have gravitated toward. They help with keeping up with what we have and what we need. But they are not ‘in charge’, either.
Although I have the skills to be an ‘organizer’ and have the feeling that I could have taken that role if I wanted to, I am not an ‘organizer’. I chose not to when I arrived/found myself here [a decision I don’t remember but know that I made]. It’s as though I needed a ‘rest’ from it – a sense of having been burned/wounded (not physically, but in the heart/spirit), and associated with a time ‘in the past’ when I was an organizer, ‘before’, in that other world – the one in which people have no way out except by falling into the lava river.
One guy (an ‘organizer’) has a desk. I comment that, in this world, I could have had any desk I wanted (i.e., if I were an organizer, there are so many desks that, if one is needed, there are many to choose from). I comment because the desk is nice – not fancy, but large enough and arranged in a way that helps the organizer do what he is good at. Seeing his desk reminds me of the small, cramped desk I ended up with at my ‘last job’ [from the perspective of the dream, and being in this other place after falling into the lava waterfall, the job I am referring to is in fact my current job in waking life]. Seeing his desk makes me think about how nice it would have been to have had a desk at that job that was ‘big enough’’.
The supplies he keeps track of are represented as dishes and other office-type supplies. Even in the dream, I understand that, while these supplies are what they appear to be, they also represent the idea or concept of supplies or various types.
I am speaking to the organizer because we are all coming together as a group in the space where the supplies are. We are at a point (in our coming together and surviving) where we are asking/wondering ‘what’s next?’ We have come together to discuss ideas, possible options, and to come to an agreement, as a group, as to our next steps.
The ‘organizer’ mentions to me that my supplies (the ones associated with me/the group I’ve been gathering these supplies with) are running out the fastest (in the dream, these particular supplies are represented as paper napkins in the colors of my ‘last job’ – the one ‘on the other side’, ‘before’).
I am not concerned that these supplies are running out the fastest. I understand that the supplies are, by their very nature, temporary – a ‘cushion’ as we are transitioning from what was to what is/will be.
There’s also the understanding that what we are doing is necessary. It is also still somewhat comfortable in its execution/experience because we still do have supplies left over from ‘before’. The real work, the harder part, begins when the supplies run out and we have only the resources of the earth, not of man-made. When all that is man-made has been used (man-made=perishable supplies), the real ‘work’ begins.
I’ve been part of a circle/small group or have had a dream where the question of money comes up. We’ve reached a point (‘again’) where money would be useful. ‘Again’ as in, as a group grows, it reaches this point – so ‘again’ is about the growth/size of the group, rather than ‘we had it once before’. We have not needed/used money up to now. This group, and our question, is part of the larger group’s asking ‘what now?’ and considering options and ideas.
I’m talking to the ‘organizer’ about this, and sharing a dream about a scholarship used in my last job (in the other world) – how this interdisciplinary program set up scholarships to attract and support students while they did research/internships. Up to now, we have had no interest in money, but now some of us are considering setting up a scholarship for those with an interest in joining us (but it’s more than that). I say one or two sentences that play on the meaning of the word ‘interest’ (i.e.: money % [as in ‘interest rate’] and attention [as in ‘interested in’]).
The group is coming together to see what the next step is. I’m going to suggest something about money. Others keep arriving and pulling his attention. He doesn’t see the point because I’m going into too much side-detail.
At some point, I see something like another scene showing a few partial/charred coins on the ground. These made it through. We find such charred coins sometimes. We never find paper money (it did not make it through the lava river). The question has come up, on seeing these charred coins, ‘is it possible to go back (to the other side) and bring some money back?’ Along with that question comes the question/idea of maybe we need someone from the ‘other side’ who understands how money works if we are going to set up a scholarship. Maybe we need that way of thinking for this idea?
Coming to this side [of the lava river; this new world], has to do with attitude/intention. We all made it here because we did not hold onto/grasp money the way that those who died where holding/grasping it.
[The next thing is like a scene/dream ‘to the side’ – as if, as I try to describe my scholarship idea to the organizer, an ‘alternate’ or ‘side’ timeline opens up, in which we actually do what we are thinking about].
I am part of the group that is exploring this idea of going back to the other world. The lava river, on this side, looks like a kind of shimmering energy boundary. It dips down near the ground at a point near us. This portion/area of the energy boundary looks like a large, deep bruise — mottled yellow/green/blue/purple. It is clear that this boundary is intended to keep the worlds separate. We have been considering options.
Scene: Some of this smaller group goes back ‘through’ the lava river/barrier to the other world (‘before’, near the end). We can, as individuals, safely move through the boundary by creating a kind of personal energy ‘bubble’ in which to travel, but it requires three of us to create and hold a bubble of sufficient size and stability to bring someone back with us.
Yes, it’s possible to bring some (money) back. It’s also possible to bring back a person with that money grasping-ness frame of mind.
But I am unsettled by it – bringing this grasping person, bringing that frame of mind, that energy, alters the balance of this world as a disease alters the balance of the body. As soon as the bubble ‘opens’ on this side, I feel the shift – the whole environment seems to go on ‘alert’, as if a disease has come into this world. It is immediately clear that the guy we brought over cannot stay. He must go back, otherwise the money-grasping disease will infect this world. We go back through the barrier with the man, returning him to ‘before’.
I’m still not finished trying to convey my idea about the scholarship – I’ve only been able to get bits and pieces said with all the others coming to him and pulling his attention – and I’ve heard bits and pieces of conversations as people arrive and talk to each other and the organizer, even as the ‘money’/’crossing the barrier’ scene is played out, both interwoven with and ‘to the side of’ the gathering. The whole group is gathered to talk about what the next steps are – why did we come through? What happens next? And the whole supplies/finite resources thing.
During a moment when I am waiting again to talk with the organizer, I HAVE A COMPELLING INSIGHT…
(continued in Part 3)