Wednesday 12 July 2023

Recalling overnight dreams:

I was in a city or campus-like setting, with people I knew, people I had worked with. The main building was on a small hill or rise, and somehow it had been decided – badly – that major earth-moving and land-clearing all around the building had to occur. There was going to be landscaping all around this building and many more, but no thought had been given to walkways of stairs or access. We stood outside pointing these things out, but construction started anyway. Massive equipment began to appear and began to tear up and reform the ground.

Suddenly, strange creatures appeared to uproot and remove many trees all around the building. At first, they appeared to be horrible and frightening, with sharp teeth and long claws on their powerful arms and legs. But as I approached them, when I came close to them, I could see in their eyes that they were scared, that they were slaves under horrible beatings. They were being shocked to make them work, dragging trees away. My heart was grieved and then angry, but I could not see who or what was controlling them.

The group of people I was with then moved inside the large main building, where there was also major work being done. The work crews had just left for the day, and we were going over the piping, wiring and ventilation. As the group of people moved along, I was at the rear of the crowd, and I found a bag or backpack that had been left behind by one of the workmen. It spilled open, and there were multiple ID cards, passports, and thousands of dollars’ worth of US and foreign currency. There were stack of pesos bound together with documents in unknown languages.

I knew this was some sort of major trouble and needed to get help, needed to let someone know that the work and security had been compromised. Suddenly Vince (someone I knew well) appeared – we were all supposed to go immediately to a demonstration or inspection in the mechanical spaces. I quickly closed up the bag and followed along, looking around to see if someone would come back for it.

Vince found an interpreter and she began to read the documents; we were still walking along at the rear of a crowd of people. The documents were violent plans, anti-religious rants, with names, dates and locations. Suddenly the “management” of the building, those who were dictating the major construction, knew that we had discovered these plans, and they began to turn up the machinery near us. The ground began to shake, and it became so loud that we had to leave.

When we went outside to walk to some other safe place, it was incredibly bright, and we all realized how dark and noisy it had just been. We began to smile at one another, recognizing our escape, and we walked in the sun on open walkways, heading to another place, in complete safety.