I had a very interesting dream last night. For starters, please acquaint yourself with the idea of interfaith work, which I blog about often. If you’re already up to date, awesome.
In the dream, I was traveling with a crew of interfaith leaders. These were shadows of people that I know in real life, although not detailed enough to be described by name. Some of them were people from the Interfaith Youth Core and others were from my work in Denver or the San Francisco Bay Area. We were heading down into some strange cave system with a mission: to die.
At a predetermined point, the caves that we were in would fill with water and we would drown, but our goal was not really suicide in any conceivable sense. As we walked, we spoke of things like forest fires allowing seeds to germinate and of new coral growing upon the skeletons of old coral. It was all very organic and spiritual. The basic idea was “destruction precedes creation” and all that. Like our real mission was to help Shiva start his terrible dance.
So we reached a “clearing” in the cave and my compatriots laid themselves down on the floor to await the water, which soon came. I stayed standing, for some unknown reason. The waters began to fill the cave and consumed my friends. I repeated this mantra as the breathable space slowly disappeared: “All is love, all is love, all is love, all is love.” And then the water took me. Or so I thought it would.
As it turns out, I didn’t want to be destroyed; I held my breath. My companions on the interfaith road had long since expired, I guess, since I was now very much alone in this dark, grey place, slowly running out of air. My motivation to live? Work. I saw before me an Excel spreadsheet and a Photoshop project (no joke) and thought “I’m really good at those things! I need to stay around and do more good work!”*
Then the cave disappeared and I found myself laying prone in a gutter in my hometown of Franklin Grove, IL. I was very much wet, but it was very sunny and warm outside. As I picked myself up, I found myself standing next to a large cart of the kind from which gypsies would sell small toys and fruit. I’m not sure if there were any gypsies because that’s when I woke up, 5 minutes before my alarm.
Interpretations, please? :)
*Note: I am NOT all that good at either Excel or Photoshop.
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