Saturday, January 17, 2009
So, last week, I had a dream which I personally saw to mean a certain thing, and yet my good friend the author Tew Boonnag interpreted quite differently. In this dream there has just been a major revolution. To celebrate, a vast concert is taking place in a huge building with glass walls. I didn't do the concert and indeed I have decided to leave the building. So I am coming down these vast, zig-zag stairs ... they are black burnished metal, the kind you could slip through, not solid stairs. And outside, in the parking lot, on the other side of the glass walls, violinist Leo Phillips, in a blue suit, is surrounded by the press and taking credit for the entire evening's music. I decide to leave by another doorway, but I see that a red carpet has been laid out, such as is used by royalty or major VIPs when they come to concerts. There are soldiers in white uniforms. The VIPs appear to be late coming to the concert, and there is no huge throng to greet them, just a few soldiers. I am about to slip away when the Royal Anthem sounds. I freeze as it would not be good manners not to wait until the anthem finishes playing. At that moment, two extremely important high-ranking individuals ... in a tremendous hurry ... one of them I have met very rarely, the other I have never met. I watch as they hasten along the red carpet towards the stairs. The are wearing pale lavender suits. Suddenly, at the corner, they turn and see me, and they wave at me in recognition. They smile broadly and feel warmed and welcomed though I am surprised to be known this way. I think to myself, No, they have not forgotten me, they know what I have done, and in humility, I sink into a prostrate position as I awaken. This was a brightly colored dream, each color brilliant and jewel-like. Strange. I took this dream to be a very positive one for myself, one that showed that I was being recognized, even though in an oddly secretive way. I told this dream to Tew Bunnag, who saw it as prophecy of disaster.
So there's another dream as well. It's about how Trisdee and I fly to an island for a recording session. There is some kind of problem with my new credit card at the airprt. We get separated. I discover that I am not really needed. Out in the airport parking lot I hail a motorcycle and go to the heart of the city. A clump of tree trunks in the middle of the road bursts into flame and chars. On my left, a church is burning. It seems to be raining as well. I don't feel the heat, think it is just one building, but it is not; to my left, churches and charred walls, all burning, burning, and as far ahead as I can see, clouds of smoke. But I plough on. Finally I reach the central green plaza, past a TV in a stiore window that is showing a documentary about some weird sex acts which is being ignored. I walk past. The central green beckons to me. I wake up.
This appears to be about both disaster and hope, doesn't it?