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This
morning, I had this dream:
I was painting a project for Exhibitree (but it wasn't Exhibitree
- you know how dreams are) - the space was gigantic that
I was working in. The job involved a wall the size of an
airplane hanger - in fact there was an airplane, that I
had access to, parked inside the space. Inside the airplane
(a jet - 727 type) was empty, and the inside was smaller
than normal, it had floorboards that were painted with some
type of scenic, and the boards gapped enough to see the
warehouse (or hanger floor) below the airplane. There was
a small hotel room type refrigerator in the plane from which
were taken chocolates, partly eaten now as they sat among
my paints and tools outside the plane by an inside wall.
From reclining in the plane, I could see through the hanger
doors, a bigger Mural that was outside the hanger. It was
lit up and a bit foggy, where the mural was - mostly because
the distance and atmosphere of this huge space - the mural
was in a bigger part of the building in which the 'airplane
hanger was nestled - the mural was painted by Wyland, but
it was clouds - the clouds were tripping me out, because
they arced from upper left swooping left and down to lower
right - breaking off in finger-lettes into rounded spherical
knobby clouds that reminded me of the 60's/ 70/s Zap comics
kind of 'animated hidden face / naked and overly fertile
woman' type of clouds, but happy, and even hallucinogenic.
I stared at them and they kept becoming different suggested
shapes. Somewhere in this crazy dream, I was staying in
a magnificent turn of the century (19th / 20th c) hotel
- I remember racing down a broad carpeted, grand, and gilded
decor stairs. The job I was working on also included another
wall that was set up outside the hanger (but still indoors)
being lit by work crew lights - a large table was also set
up there with all my supplies and paints (no chocolate,
those were still partially unwrapped on the other work table
). I remembered that the job was due Friday - but there
was no way since it was now Friday, and the job could only
be delivered by Monday.
SCENE
CHANGE I am sitting at a table in an 'outdoor bazaar' (feeling)
- but its an office / boardroom - but very open feeling
- lot of activity - huge table strewn with product - people
in the back talking importantly about business and profits
and commercial product - but not audibly - their sound is
off and they are only background. My Mom is sitting at my
left - I am talking to the owner of the company - a new
owner with a zany Austrian accent, who despite my delay
on the deadline loves my work and wants me to come work
for the company making commercial imagery for their market.
My Mom thinks that is great - I sense she is very excited
about the prospect I will finally have a stable income.
I tell the owner that I am leaving for Europe for 6 months
and I can't work for his company -- He says how about we
pay you 150 a month (as in 150,000 dollars a month). I immediately
accepted - my mom is overjoyed. Then I woke up - or sort
of was semi awake as the dream carried on briefly with me
hesitantly, backing out - saying - "I can't, I have
to leave for Europe for this 6 month trip" - the Zany
Austrian guy says - "OK then we will go right now"
and has a phone in hand to make arrangements for himself
and me to leave immediately. I again try to slam on the
brakes because I have not yet prepped for the trip (studied
for it - laid out the course and goals or made the connections
for meeting and learning) - my mom thinks I am nuts - doesn't
understand what is wrong with me. No one is listening to
me - everyone has there own idea and agenda for me. I am
trying to explain that I really am not happy doing this
kind of work anyway (the commercial market work) - despite
the incredible salary, I have plans for my life, that I
dedicated myself to this Project (FAP) all while my mom
is asking me to reconsider this once in a lifetime offer
-- BANG I am awake
Awake - but not out of bed yet - day dreaming in sorts -
rethinking my approach... I take the owner with the exuberant
generosity into a private and quiet room, where I attempt
to convince him to be my patron instead - to donate 25 million
to the FBA to fund the FAP - and he will earn a tax deduction
for a charitable contribution, and be privy to a much more
rewarding life in a deeper cultural level and a enlightened
spiritual awakening that he can not begin to fathom....
Then I was fully awake, cemented squarely in reality.
I guess I didn't make the sale.
So much for meeting the devil at the Crossroads !
Now there is
one for Freud / Jung / and the rest..
August
continued - By Invitation Only... >>8.10
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