my 'space-ship' dream ...
I am in a huge, cylindrical-shaped, metallic colored 'ship', quietly moving through 'space'. Walking down a long hall with a man giving me a tour of the ship, we enter one large room after another, perhaps 10 or 12 in all.
Each of these rooms contains men and women with mastery in a different field of life. Each group is intently and congenially talking over their aspect of the project they are going to help install when the ship reaches it's destination.
There is a compartment with persons who understand as much as is known about plants, their culture and use for food, medicine and shelter. Another room is occupied with masters of knowledge about healthy bodies and how to restore and keep them that way.One room contains persons knowledgeable about interpersonal social relationships, government and community. All the physical sciences are represented along with masters of technology and engineering. There is no area of life about which the persons aboard the ship are not addressing from their wide experience and knowledge, including realms of which presently most of us are not even familiar.
The last room I am shown is a large performance hall with men, women and children of all races, unclothed, dancing together spontaneously with indescribably beautiful music and lighting. I am deeply moved by the profound beauty, communion, and awareness expressed so perfectly in motion and form.I begin to wonder to myself why I am being shown all this and what my part in it could possibly be. I follow the guide to the very front of the ship to a small door which he gestures for me to open. I do this, stooping to enter.
I straighten up, awestruck with the sight of the astonishing surrounding wall of computers and equipment rising several stories high. I sicken to my stomach, thinking, "Oh no, do I have to learn how to operate, maintain and repair all this if anything goes wrong?" I back through the door, and shakily ask, "What is my part?" He smiles and kindly says, "Well, you have the program."
I awaken, and then rush about to get off to my $3.00 per hour (1967 wages) job as a cabinet maker.
Several months later, my wife and I drive across country with our baby son. When we arrive at our friends' house in Virginia, about the very first thing Lennie says to us is "I had the most incredible dream last night. A huge, long, silver space ship crashed right over there," pointing to the neighbor's yard. "What do you suppose that means?"
Have you 'by chance' had a such a dream traveling on such an intra-dimensional ship which may have ' crashed' upon arrival here, and only now are you recollecting what you are about? What part do you play in helping solve our world's present problems?
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