I'm in a massive office block and I know it's a media corporation. Rupert Murdock is there and he's been called out by 1000's of staff. They can see he's not like them... that he's not ethical/real in the same way they are.
He was young though, a young man with dark hair.... I had no idea what he looked like young and had to google it this morning and sure enough it was him in the 60/70's back how he looked then.
There was a sense all these people including me had been abused - but we all knew now. Murdock and others like him were standing there powerless as we all 'knew' (there was no violence or anger... it was like the wizard of Oz when Dorothy looks behind the curtain)
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Dream 2
The setting is two tiny wooden self build cottages in the marram grass on grey sandy windswept coastline. The cottages are a distance apart.
The place is stunning with a hazy light even at night - I live in one cottage with two dogs.
I'm neither male or female but seem to change between the two I'm mainly male when in the cottage.
My cottage inside is dark small and cosy, lit by a fire and gas lamps. Inside is a tiny stage made of driftwood and I'm a performer I run a 'Free Theatre'
Every evening people come to watch my shows, my cottage is small so the audience is only ever one or 2 people.
It's very intimate and the audience doesn't pay but they bring me small offerings such as bunches of herbs. I have some kind of magic over them, and can make them sleep or turn away at the door if the show isn't right for them. I can swap between male and female on the stage to tell the story.
From there the dream jumps to a red brick factory building with people working inside.
It has a tall perimeter fence and then a deep drop and the factory rises up tall in the middle.
You can't walk to the factory as the drop is huge. Between the fence and the factory door way up in the brick wall there is a web of thick red chains.
Where the red chains join there are metal buttons with numbers that can be 'set' I clamber out over the drop and head to an intersection.
I set the number 3.. the dream then swaps again to a 'real life capture the flag game' I have a giant flag pole stuck to my back :P I run quickly out of the base and into cave system to hide, I'm crammed in-between some rocks hiding when a man comes to talk to me about the first part of the dream with the performance.... but the phone woke me up!!
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Pondering the second dream, I realised that houses normally represent 'self' So this seems to be hinting at play/performance.
That reminded me of the poem I wrote back when I was a teenager.
Up – down
Round - round
Living in, life’s play ground.
First it’s your go, then its mine,
What have we learnt after all this time?
Live for now, and lighten up,
Give up the searching for the cup,
The grails inside just stop and feel,
Allow your conscience time to heal.
Play the game, it’s in your hand.
Learn your special role on this land.
Shed a tear, smile a smile,
Stop and think a little while.
Our time is now, that’s what we’ve got,
We need no more, we hold the lot.
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