The Value of the Dream, by Naropa
Friday, August 17, 2012
I return to a dance studio where I've been before. I was put upon to give a performance and I thought it went fairly well and felt a sense of satisfaction. Then I perceived a sense of discomfort among the people around me. A group of women turn away from me to face the wall and several other women began crying hysterically. They were reacting to the action of the other women. A man emerged and challenged me, then bested me in a martial arts confrontation.
There was no malice to this, instead a sense that this was something that had to happen, like a coming of age. The group had gathered to restore a balance.
Then I was on the set of a film I worked on years ago. I picked up a locket (from the realm of the gods?). A group of Mesoamerican men lived on the film set. There were photos from throughout history on the wall.
In a later dream, I followed around an emanciated Kurt Cobain trying to get Xerox copies of the song lyrics he was writing. Then I understood that I couldn't take the lyrics outside of the dream space we'd all beeen sharing for the Oneironauticum because everyone who was present had a vested share in them because they were all part of the dream experience. Then Richard explained that it was fine because the value was going to appreciate astronomically and would be worth $10,000 by the end of the night.