The clouds prepare for battle
In the dark and brooding silence
Bruised and sullen stormclouds
Have the light of day obscured
Looming low and ominous
In twilight premature
Thunderheads are rumbling
In a distant overture
All at once,
The clouds are parted
Light streams down
In bright unbroken beams
Follow men’s eyes
As they look to the skies
The shifting shafts of shining
Weave the fabric of their dreams…
By Neil E Peart & Rush
#15 of 777
Dreamt about what I am now calling “the climb” dream.
Once again it both feels like and has real evidence that it takes place at or at least starts at a University, most likely Harding.
The first phase of the climb is through a series of stairs, and ladders, walking up and up.
This time I observed various rooms and hallways as I traverse through the levels. I also observed people.
There was a place after climbing the first few, that seemed like a checkpoint. Here felt like I was going to be entering the upper levels where I was either not allowed or at least discouraged from proceeding higher.
Details became fuzzy this time but the uppermost climb becomes more challenging and dangerous.
There was an outdoor climb through puzzle-like scenarios with formations and holes to squeeze through and I was almost too big to go on.
I looked forward to the uppermost challenge of the climb, as in the dream I had done it before and I enjoyed the challenge. Even though it was dangerous and difficult every time before, as it would be this time, I had to and wanted to press on to the goal of making it to the top.
The top climb felt inside a series of shiny white metallic or plastic small rooms, one stacked on top of another, like the vertical fuselage of a spaceship or rocket. Each claustrophobic compartment leads to another through the hatches connecting them. Even though they were contained and there were tiny windows along the way, looking out to high elevations, there was a fear of falling or personal injury. Do not remember reaching the climax this time.
However, I remember leaving a building through a huge lobby, with two close friends of mine to go out to dinner.
The guy was Eliot from magicians and the girl, some blond from some forgotten show.Dream 15 from Theater of Dreams by Eric Lee Gardner, Aretherra
Woke up at 4:09 am