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The Duke Ellington Orchestra
Photo © Tom Erlandsen

 

I am going on some sort of a trip. I go to a building and I am searching for a man who lived here in the sixties. A big light-skinned mulatto woman comes out and asks me if she can help me. She has no idea who the man is I am speaking of, but when I tell her,

 

'He was a jazz musician'

 

she suddenly knows, and says he had lived right here in her apartment.

 

Then I go somewhere where a doctor operates on my left ear, doing surgery through a tube. He gives me a pain killer so there is no pain. He is not even near me, about ten feet away, at a desk and through the tube he operates. It was something needed. Then at the end he sprays it with an antibiotic and there is a slight twinge of pain, the only pain I have.

 

The next visit is rather strange. Reminds me of the visits of Dante in his Divine Comedia.

 

I come to a strange yard where a group of men have gathered, who are 'caught' in time and space, a status quo, things as they were or are, a never-never land of reality, they can't or won't change.

 

They are all old and white haired, rather attractive. Their hair is thick white, and they seem to be just enjoying themselves talking to each other. But their world is a fantasy, perhaps the world of male domination, Patriarchy - something like that.

 

I have soft feelings for them and would linger, but a voice tells me to move on. I blow them a small kiss and continue. (Their hair and appearance reminds me of an ex-devotee 'A.'

 

 

MEANING OF DREAM

 

'I am going on some sort of a trip. I go to a building and I am searching for a man who lived here in the sixties. A big light-skinned mulatto woman comes out and asks me if she can help me. She has no idea who the man is I am speaking of, but when I tell her,'

 

MEANING: TRIP IS MENTAL, SPIRITUAL JOURNEY. WE ARE MAKING A JOURNEY HERE THROUGH SOME OF THE EXPERIENCES OF THE LAST COUPLE MONTHS.

 

THE MULATTO WOMAN IS A FRIEND WHO I HAD ISSUES WITH AND DISAGREEMENTS, BUT THERE IS NO ANGER AS EVIDENCED IN THIS DREAM.

 

THE MAN IN THE SIXTIES REPRESENTS THE 'SEXUAL REVOLUTION.' I AM GOING BACKWARD IN TIME, WHEN I ONCE WAS PART OF THE WORLD OF SEX. THAT IS NO MORE FOR ME, BUT THIS LADY IS STILL INTERESTED. AND SO, AT FIRST, SHE DOES NOT RESONATE WITH ME, BUT SOON, SHE IDENTIFIES WITH THE IDEA.

 

 

'He was a jazz musician', she suddenly knows, and says he had lived right here in her apartment.

 

MEANING: THE JAZZ MUSICIAN IS A TYPE OF 'FUNKY' OR 'SEXUAL' FLAVOR. AND SO, INTELLECTUALLY, BY HIS NAME, THIS LADY DID NOT RECOGNIZE HIM.

 

BUT WHEN MUSIC IS MENTIONED - WHICH IS AN EMOTIONAL FACTOR - SHE IMMEDIATELY RECOGNIZES AND TELL ME 'HE USED TO LIVE RIGHT HERE.'

 

AND SO, BY IDENTIFICATION, SHE IS SAYING, SHE IS LIVING 'IN THE PLACE' WHERE HE WAS. IN OTHER WORDS, SHE IS INTERESTED IN THAT SORT OF 'MUSIC' WHICH ACTUALLY REPRESENTS THAT SORT OF SEX. AND THIS IS WHERE WE HAD ISSUES. I DISAGREED WITH THIS ASPECT OF MIXING UP SEX WITH OUR 'MISSION'.

 

 

'Then I go somewhere where a doctor operates on my left ear, doing surgery through a tube. He gives me a pain killer so there is no pain. He is not even near me, about ten feet away, at a desk and through the tube he operates. It was something needed. Then at the end he sprays it with an antibiotic and there is a slight twinge of pain, the only pain I have.'

 

MEANING: THE EAR WOULD BE SOMEONE TELLING ME SOMETHING OR GIVING INFORMATION THAT I NEEDED. (I CANNOT PLACE WHO OR WHAT THIS IS)

 

THE ONLY PAIN I HAD AT THE END WAS WHEN THE ANTIBIOTIC WAS GIVEN WOULD BE THIS INFORMATION PROTECTED ME AGAINST HARM, YET SOMEHOW IT HURT ME SLIGHTLY.

 

THIS MAN COULD BE SOMEONE ON THE INTERNET IMPARTING INFORMATION TO ME THAT I AM DISSEMINATING, PERHAPS AGAINST MY ENEMIES. BUT I DO NOT KNOW THE IDENTITY OF THE MAN. (HE HAS HIS BACK TO ME, WORKS AT A DESK AND SENDS HELP REMOTELY, PERHAPS BY COMPUTER WHICH IS SIMILAR TO 'A TUBE.....AS THE TELEVISON IS OFTEN CALLED A TUBE.)

 

SAYING THIS WAS NEEDED IS TRUE, AND THE ONLY PAIN I HAVE IS THAT I DO NOT LIKE TO HURT OTHERS. BUT SOMETIMES, IT MUST BE DONE.

 

THEN THIS IS A REVIEW OF THE CASE OF THE ENEMIES, AND HOW GOD HELPED ME BY IMPARTING INFORMATION ON THEM TO ME. BUT IT DID HURT ME TO MAKE PUBLIC THIS INFORMATION, SLIGHTLY.

 

 

'The next visit is rather strange. Reminds me of the visits of Dante in his Divine Comedia.

 

I come to a strange yard where a group of men have gathered, who are 'caught' in time and space, a status quo, things as they were or are, a never-never land of reality, they can't or won't change.

 

They are all old and white haired, rather attractive. Their hair is thick white, and they seem to be just enjoying themselves talking to each other. But their world is a fantasy, perhaps the world of male domination, Patriarchy - something like that.

 

I have soft feelings for them and would linger, but a voice tells me to move on. I blow them a small kiss and continue. (Their hair and appearance reminds me of an ex-devotee 'A.'

 

MEANING: INDEED, THIS IS A REVIEW OF A AND PEOPLE LIKE A. A LOVES TO TALK AND POSTS DOZENS OF LETTERS DAILY ON MANY GROUPS.

 

WHITE-HAIRED OLD MAN HERE, WITH THE OTHER ASPECTS, SIGNIFIES HE IS OLD FASHIONED IN HIS THOUGHTS, THAT THERE ARE NO NEW (FILLED WITH COLOR) THOUGHTS IN HIS HEAD.

 

CAUGHT IN A WAY OF THINKING WHERE HE CANNOT CHANGE.

 

MOVE ON IS FOR ME TO LEAVE HIM BEHIND, HAVE NO MORE CONCERN ABOUT HIM OR OTHERS LIKE HIM. I FEEL AN EMOTIONAL TWINGE HERE, AS EVIDENCED BY BLOWING THE KISS, BUT I DO MENTALLY LEAVE HIS ZONE, WHICH IS A 'TIME WARP.'