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In the dream, I'm on a small island that seems to be a mix between New York City, Maui, and some European city. I and some other men are being held captive here. Despite this captivity, my general attitude is free and happy, and we all roam around the island freely and with a sense of adventure and fun.
At the beginning, I'm with two other men on a remote region of the island at night. We are going on some "secret mission" to find and to bring fire to a sacred location. To get to the sacred spot, we know we must go into the ocean, swim along some sea cliffs along a shore line, thru some rocks, and then climb up onto a remote high plateau. I know that I must bring fire to this sacred location. I consider bringing a lighter or matches, but then realize that these would get wet while I'm in the ocean. I considering bringing a type of flare on a stick (like a roman candle). I light the fuse, but before I get into the ocean, I change my mind, and put the fuse out by dipping it into the water before the flare can go off. Somehow, I realize that it does not matter: because the fire will be delivered anyhow. All I have to do is arrive at the location. Somehow, the fire is always already with me. I then dive into the ocean to swim to the sacred location. I can see the way across the water and the rocks lit by blue moon light. It is beautiful. I know our mission will be successful.
Then the dream shifts, and we are back in the island city in the day light. The city seems much like San Francisco, or perhaps a European city, with quaint streets, and lots of white houses and buildings. We are traveling in a yellow car, and speeding thru the streets free and fun. There is a cop wearing a white shirt, and he is just like a NYPD lieutenant [ just like "Anthony Bologna" from the recent news ]. He sees us speeding, and starts to chase the car, very intent on capturing us. Somehow, we leap out of the car, and end up behind the cop, and then follow him and he thinks he is tracking us. We have tricked him, and are laughing. And we know that he never saw our faces, so we can be right behind him unrecognized. We follow him for awhile to an open public square, where he is then looking around confusedly (because he knows he lost us).
Then we begin to make a plan to escape the city and the island entirely. We know there is a network of tunnels underground, beneath the city. Some of the guys think there may be a way out thru there. I tell them with bold confidence: there *definitely* is a way out--and, in fact, I KNOW EXACTLY WHERE IT IS! I recall discovering a secret door when I was exploring these tunnels earlier (I seem to remember this from a previous dream somehow). This secret door (or "back door") is small and square, and yet it opens to complete freedom from this place. In the dream, I can see where it opens up to: a vast open space of mostly golden sky, almost like an entire other world beyond this island ... or like it may even lead to a space *beyond the dream itself* [ this reminds me much of notions from "The Truman Show" or "Dark City" movies ]. This is the one and only door that leads to ultimate freedom. And I tell them that I--and only I--know exactly where it is. I have no doubt whatsoever that I can lead myself and them to this door (those who will follow), and that we will have freedom very soon. The only question in my mind is "when"? So then we discuss if we would like our total freedom on this upcoming Saturday or Sunday? Saturday could be nice, because it is very soon. And then Sunday is just such a special day too! We have freedom to choose when we want our freedom! So we choose Sunday, and are then interestingly grateful that we will have an extra day to roam around this island and play, knowing that we will be even more free very soon.
Then I go for a casual stroll across an agricultural part of the island. I cross a field that has been burnt with fire to desolation: all black with stubby and long stick-like remnants that looks like it could be burnt sugar cane or bamboo. Everything is black and charred, and the ground and terrain is very rough with lots of huge black bumps, holes, and charred sticks poking out everywhere and such. A guy friend shows up (Marz) suddenly and wildly from nowhere, driving a type of semi-automated robotic 4x4 cross-road mini-vehicle. Amazingly, he was driving the vehicle with great skill (or luck) across this very rough terrain without crashing. Seems like he was doing it just to see if it could be done. Marz's presence here with the 4x4 vehicle is all about green; even tho he nor the vehicle does not appear visually green, there is a synesthetic feeling of deep greenness (a green similar to how Marz's profile icon is greenish on the on-line social network). We say "Hey!", and then he continues to drive off on a freedom adventure. I continue walking into the field on my own and find a very long (20 - 30 foot) straight stalk. I pick it up in my right hand and toss it like a spear across the field … where it impales itself into the ground some many yards away. How tribal!
Then the dream shifts, and I am back in the city again. I am beginning to awaken from the dream … and so the dream becomes more abstract, and somewhat synesthetic. I get a sense for some abstract images that represent many many many people who are also planning to escape from oppressive captivity. I can "see-feel" these images as representative of consolidated and dynamic social forces organizing within collective mind and space in a strategic and highly intelligent progressive way. I "see-feel" the way they organize and integrate their energy and strategies both in collective on-line social spaces and real-world social spaces. It's like I'm getting a real-time reading on the active dynamics of the collective mind in action. I "see-feel" the shape and color of these consolidated unitary forces, and the "texture" of their dynamic processes. There are several (3) consolidated groups: one group is beige, one group is green, and another group is maybe either yellow or white. Before I awake, I see how the green group is particularly powerful and active. Then I awake ~
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Upon immediate reflection of this last part: these synesthetic color attributions appear directly associated to the colored "value memes" of the Spiral Dynamics model of social evolution. "Beige" is the tribal, archaic, indigenous social value meme of physiological needs and instinctive drives. "Green" is the personalistic, communitarian, egalitarian social value meme of sacrificing self-interest for the sake of collective harmony. "Yellow" is the systemic and integrative social value meme, where self-interest and involvement is viewed as a progressive trait for collective evolution, so long as such pursuits do not harm or hinder anyone else. Tho I did not recollect other color value memes in this dream, I am aware of others (each new emergence transcends and includes previous value sets, and each new emergence is inherently more complex; see more on these Spiral Dynamics social value memes in the links below). This specific set of color value memes (Beige, Green, and Yellow) reminds me of the fact that there are several consolidated groups joining the NYC Wall Street protests: the initial freeform protesters, the airline pilots union, and the NYC transit union (as of today ... and perhaps more soon). Each group is of a different social context and value set, while they are also unified by a common cause.
In my view: this is all good ... and more: there are newly emerging striations of the "spiral" of collective consciousness which, while appreciating this type of "protest" expression as a natural response of certain aspects of the collective social body, may not necessarily find the greatest expression of authenticity by being involved directly in this way at all times. Rather, the revolution *begins* much much closer to home (and thru a small hidden door secret to all but one).
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