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After the paint dries

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Reveal

I am intrigued by the content and feel of recent dreams and by some of their fragments and titles:
France with Gramma at tidal flats
Woman asserts breasts.
Related to their teacher
The woman is a bottle.
The chrome matrix is understood as a whole.

At this moment the most interesting element in recent dreams is the repeated appearance of  ‘many people busy working to solve a mystery’. The people are competent and accomplished, and while I am fretting and feeling incompetent and identifying as a ‘problem’, these characters are going about their business.

This morning’s dream fragment seems to point toward an impending completion and indicates an action I might take for the moment:

People are working both together and independently to solve a mystery or make something happen. They are taking their work seriously, but are not being serious, just focused.

A man and someone else are attending to something after all the action of investigating and solving.

Looking at the object before me I can see that we have to wait for the paint to dry before we can see clearly. As the paint dries its surface changes so the finished state is revealed only then. Realizing this I respond with intentional waiting. I feel my state change from seeking to focused waiting. I understand this is what is required and it gives me energy so that I am both alert and calm.

In the dream and upon waking it feels so good to be clear that waiting is the thing, that something has been applied in order to accomplish something, a renovation, or building, or installing. And that ‘waiting to see’ is required to discover the condition of the ‘thing’ in order to act again. Far from feeling passive and undirected this waiting has energy and rightness.

And I can’t help but think that those people working away in the background are the productive parts of me I am becoming aware of!

As I write I think of the three stages of creative process: research, production and fallow. I am often uncertain about which phase I am in. In the past months I have ‘felt’ that I am in research phase. I would like to be more intentional in my creative work, consciously identifying and entering phases and using my time and energy in a more balanced way (and not ‘fretting’ about what I should be doing). In this dream fragment the ‘reveal’ promised after the paint dries could be the culmination of the ‘research’ pursued by various characters/processes in the dream state over the course of weeks. Contrary to the idiom: “As exciting as watching paint dry,” this moment has great momentum; the waiting is full of purpose because I can actually see the surface changing before my eyes. At least I hope that’s what’s happening!
Perhaps the ‘thing’ for the next production phase will be revealed.
Well, I shall ‘see’ soon enough.

Old Technology

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Being creeped out, I prefer to leave the man who might be a murderer, in the open concept but dark house in the trees, to the conservative, neat and tidy woman who would sleep with him.

I now have to deal with the weirdness of having a third breast on my shoulder, a prominent location on my body, vulnerable. Something our father has put here has grown to this. It reminds me of Celtic armour, and Janet Jackson. It seems to be getting attention for making a statement – but not my statement. I am wearied by the hassle of dealing with it and sorting out the mystery of it.

A travelling friend, a Scott, may not have time to join me for a swim in the lake before getting back on board. Maybe it’s too far or he doesn’t want to be wet while travelling.

A wooded area, the side of a small mountain.
A technical man at the top of a pole where three things hold it up – maybe to receive or send messages, or to be able to intercept something incoming – an attack?
He’s part of our team, he, another man and I.
Up a small hill – open rooms like a bunker – cement pads – layers resting on something.
Decomposing or turning into something else – partly made of mushroom/fungus.
Combining organic growth with planned structures.
An old idea left to develop on its own without certainty that it would turn out.
Developing on its own from neglect or time passing.
Old radios lit up – repurposed – one is a large upright console – almost moving with the energy coming through it – receiving something, part of a relay, with light moving out of it diagonally.
This is a room of concrete set aside for such things, all this action, defence and military and communications, set away from society, in secret, now maybe of use.

[From Apr. 26, 2012]