After two lucid dreams over two nights, I decided to consult i ching. Dream one: attacked by large bear-like being that broke into two parts during my battle with it/them. Using simple brute force, these forms were defeated and available for some people nearby to decide what to do with them (eat them, maybe?) Dream two: spent time in a loft/office at top of an old opera-type theater writing (composing) a song to bring unity to an effort to build community (similar to what I'm trying to do in real life). It was a great relief to have the song of unity finish itself and I went out of the office (leaving older, unfamiliar companion in the office) to find my collaborators to let them know about the song. To my dismay, my main supporters, (who in my dream, were my two 'ficticious' grown sons), were on the stage and a not-full audience were waiting. A complete suprise to me. The sons were in the process of trying to sing the song I had just "gotten", but were completely floundering--words were there, but notes wrong, harmony impossible. I shouted to them to stop. They did by the time I descended the narrow, open, high staircase. I joined them and tried to show them the handwritten "song" that had just written itself "thru" me, but the writing was not in any easily readable form, we were all shuffling the sheets of paper around to get it in order. God knows what the audience was doing (probably getting ready to leave). I felt embarrassed or concerned that I wasn't prepared for the "crowd" to be there nor knew that a formal presentation was expected. I felt the whole "movement" might abort and the wonderful sense of happiness and unity that I had felt when the song was finished might be destroyed. As though something had been deliberately prematurely forced. Woke up perplexed and sad.
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