Dream.
I awoke early this morning and wrote down the dream from yesterday.
I am walking with a vaguely defined person into a vast hall where the rulers of an archaic world hold court. Their realm is a medieval place where there are no laws. Accordingly, near anarchy prevails, anything goes and the strong hold sway. I am commenting cheerfully, even approvingly to my companion,
Its a matter of who has the biggest sword with the sharpest edge and can swing it the hardest.
Four austere rulers, two men sitting in a box between two women, are presiding over the hall. The occasion has the air of a carnival or banquet. A procession of men on horses enters the hall from the opposite side. A voice announces, Your son is back. A man in the middle of the crowd steps out and looks at the procession. My sense is that the son has been doing some kind of service. Two youths are riding at the head of the parade, deporting themselves with a dignity that contrasts with their unblemished youth. The boys are being honored for their exemplary prowess in military training. I am struck by their pristine beauty. The father sizes up his son with satisfaction, remarking aloud somewhat coarsely,
Not bad looking. I suppose well talk about money and so forth later.
An official attends to a device that looks like a square lampshade hanging from a beam some 6 feet above the dirt floor. A voice announces,
Success is determined by taking as much as you can within the limits of the opportunity.
The person pulls a string and white balls that resemble pool cue balls fall from the shade and land on the floor. The father bends over them and tosses them quickly out of the area underneath the square shade. The voice shouts, Success! signaling that his time is up. I surmise that the balls represent money that the father will receive in proportion to the number he tosses out of the square.
After writing this down, I went back to sleep- and awoke with an even stranger dream...
I awoke early this morning and wrote down the dream from yesterday.
I am walking with a vaguely defined person into a vast hall where the rulers of an archaic world hold court. Their realm is a medieval place where there are no laws. Accordingly, near anarchy prevails, anything goes and the strong hold sway. I am commenting cheerfully, even approvingly to my companion,
Its a matter of who has the biggest sword with the sharpest edge and can swing it the hardest.
Four austere rulers, two men sitting in a box between two women, are presiding over the hall. The occasion has the air of a carnival or banquet. A procession of men on horses enters the hall from the opposite side. A voice announces, Your son is back. A man in the middle of the crowd steps out and looks at the procession. My sense is that the son has been doing some kind of service. Two youths are riding at the head of the parade, deporting themselves with a dignity that contrasts with their unblemished youth. The boys are being honored for their exemplary prowess in military training. I am struck by their pristine beauty. The father sizes up his son with satisfaction, remarking aloud somewhat coarsely,
Not bad looking. I suppose well talk about money and so forth later.
An official attends to a device that looks like a square lampshade hanging from a beam some 6 feet above the dirt floor. A voice announces,
Success is determined by taking as much as you can within the limits of the opportunity.
The person pulls a string and white balls that resemble pool cue balls fall from the shade and land on the floor. The father bends over them and tosses them quickly out of the area underneath the square shade. The voice shouts, Success! signaling that his time is up. I surmise that the balls represent money that the father will receive in proportion to the number he tosses out of the square.
After writing this down, I went back to sleep- and awoke with an even stranger dream...