Re: 9/11 & last nights dreams

Tracey

Oh, I hope you wrote down some of your friends stories as well as your own in your journal! I just *know* as tuned in as you guys are that you all had some fascinating takes on it.

I woke up this morning from a dream that seems to fit right in line with this conversation. We were at a big Science -&- Science fiction convention. A lot of serious looking males (just dawned on me that almost all were young guys, some even teen boys) have a secret "game" going on and I'm trying to figure the rules. My husband was there when we first come in, but he was directed off to a side room with older, long haired men and lots of computers (Typical! lol) These men weren't "in the game" - it was like the "players" just didn't really want to have to deal with them. It was also the only other place I remember hearing laughter. I was welcome to join him but we got separated and I lost the room. I figured I'd wander around a bit because I *knew* I'd find him there later. (In real life, it'd be much the same. LOL)

There were little stations around with deep sea diving suits, the type that cover every last inch of skin), other's with bicycle parts, others with various mechanical objects that are harder to describe but all are very structured, each is run by a different very large male who just quietly steps between me and the booth and turns his back, all are almost empty with just a few items left. There is a thick feeling of secrecy, of fear and mistrust just blanketing all of them. I ask questions "What is the game?" "What are the rules?" but receive silence or terse replies that don't answer my questions.

I keep weaving through when I come across a very crowded booth out in the middle of the concourse. The ceiling rose at that point, like those towering atriums in fancy hotels. The booth was surrounded with a lighter feel and I could hear laughter again. They were busy selling lots of light "ropes" (think of those raver light sticks, but longer and softer, more fluid, loosely curved with flowing golden yellow light inside) and silver jewelry and all kinds of stuff. There were stones and crystals right next to electronic parts. A large woman in flowing blue robes looked over at me and noticed I was confused. She was very "Venus of Willendorf" feeling, tall, zaftig, rounded, majestic and mothering and sisterly and coquestish all rolled up in just a fantastic presence. I felt so drawn to her and both in awe and yet extremely comfortable. She motioned me closer and whispered in my ear that the rules were simple, they were just afraid of having us play because we'd change the rules. She drew back a bit and winked and "sent" to me that we were already playing and that the rules were already changing. That's why they're getting nervous.

At that point, I started waking and the images just jumbled together. When I came in here and read ""YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH" Well I can now. - is very interesting. Brock and I were just talking about 2004 being all about people finding out The Truth. "The Truth" sounds a little scary (are there many truths?) but...I think a can o worms is going to be opened this year..." It all seemed to fall in place.

My own interpretation is that the game players are the male domination segment in place right now. They're almost out of resources, but they're jealously guarding their power and their rules to try to keep control. I get a very strong impression that it's not "women" per se that they're afraid of, it's the feminine power, the feminine nature. (The deep sea wet suits, protecting them from getting wet when they try to logically look at the feminine nature without actually getting wet and experiencing it. They just want to learn how to control it.) They're so young because they have never "matured" never actually embraced both sides of their nature. Those older long hairs are shuttled off because they *have* and their afraid of what they might do to their "game." However, the "Venus" knows something they don't. ;)

That "computer room" filled with balanced men where women were welcomed.... hmmmm. Ever wonder why so many of us who are looking for physical health are drawn to the Astrology, Consciousness, and Dreams Forum and we're finding people around the planet who share our dreams, our consciousness? There is no such thing as coincidence. ;)