There is a huge room which is unused and covered in a giant white sheet, the huge room looks down into a sandstone room made of massive perfect blocks and there are holy people reading, working and teaching down there.
I'm under the sheet in the unused room I can see from up there this huge amazing stone window that has broken, it's massive and most of it is crumbled only a few parts remain in tact.
The blocks are laying round, me and some others are trying to get it repaired and are collecting funds for it to be restored.
The temple authority's won't help as they are adamant it can't support it's own weight, they have tried to repair it in the past... but we are equally adamant it needs to be repaired.
It turns out that I have made the most 'donations' so am to lead it's restoration, dream gets a bit wacky after that as I suddenly am given this kind of space ship/sand speeder to travel round the desert faster so I can collect the parts I will need, The parts seem to be people I know from other country's... as we come together we have never met but we have also been 'room mates' somewhere. I got woken up at that point... shame as the spaceship/sand speeder was very fun
Thoughts on waking about this dream, is it reminds me of a dream I had back in 2009. In that dream I was in a light filled temple, but in a narrow service type of corridor. I was with an elderly guy in a white robe he he didn't speak to me he was just showing me light reflected onto a white wall - the light was coming from high up glass windows and the light was broken on the white wall into the colours of our rainbow, he was taking me to each colour slowly.
Another dream from 2010ish with a similar them again was of the white cottage on the beach were the 'Old Architect' lived. He was making stained glass pictures in the old crumbling groins along the shore. They were exquisitely beautiful but also very temporary, he let me help him with one of the pictures.
Further pondering s... on the 19th.This dream keeps coming back to me.. I was thinking of Komorebi this morning, and how decorative windows are recreating the interplay of light threw leaves.
Then this evening I went to the woods to walk the dog and it was beautiful, the air was steamy from the rain and the light in visible shafts.
It was a perfect walk. My dream windows seem to be a reminder of the beauty of distortion and 'perfect imperfection'
As to why the window in my dream was 'broken' I'll have to keep pondering
