Hotel Heliport

I am at work and have been given an assignment to program something.  I spent time programming.  Once complete I feel good about my work.  I know it is the best quality work I can produce and … it actually accomplishes the task.

I then woke up and went to the bathroom and came back to bed and had a second dream.  This dream I understood to be an alternate version of a previous dream told with a clarifying narrative.  I feel contradiction in terms or some oxymoron.  I guess there is a moral to the story and the moral can be conveyed through various stories.

I am at a hotel / restaurant.  Where I am meeting a group of people much like an MKP warrior weekend.  I have to be checked in by the person who sponsored me to the event.  I will be sharing a room with a few others each having there own private quarters within the room.  I am here to do a job.  There is a heliport on the rooftop and my job is to control the flights that come into the port.  The helicopter must be secured because of the high winds in the area.  I am the only person assigned the role of securing the helicopter and the only person with the skill to do the job.  After the first night, I am ready to leave the hotel.  I check out of the hotel surrendering my room key at the front desk.  After doing so, I realize there are still flights coming in with no one to guide and secure them.  I realize my purpose for being here is for far more than just one night.  The need is great and I am needed to stay longer.  I head back to the front desk to see if someone recognizes me from the previous night.  I hope to explain my situation and see if I am allow back in the hotel. I ask the attendant if he remembers me to which he says, “Of course we remember you.”  I proceed to explain my error in checking out prematurely explaining I am supposed to stay longer.  He then says, “Of course we know you are supposed to stay longer.”  He tells me my reservation is permanent residence and is here whenever I need it.  He explains, “You use it all the time.”  I have one of the highest jobs here and I am the only person qualified to do the job therefore the room is always reserved for me. He hands me the key along with an envelope.    The envelope triggers me to become lucid for just a moment.  I know I must read and take back the the information contained in the envelop.  Now lucid I pause to open the envelope.  Inside is a bank statement describing a transfer of funds.  It details the balance on the mortgage which has been paid by Joe.  It is in the amount of $100,000 dollars which is also the balance owned on the mortgage.  I am happy to know I can live out the remaining years of my life without having to worry about a mortgage payment.  I have a reservation on whether to accept it or to question the amount.  It is far more than what I had asked in terms of damages and far more than what he had offered to pay originally.  I feel I can only accept it if he has given it in good faith yet I also don’t want to say anything for fear he may renege on the amount.

 

 

My Work is Complete

April 29, 2018

Last night I had a dream where I am at work.  I discover there is a project where my boss needs my attention but he has omitted telling me about it.  I just happen to notice it as the paper work crosses my desk because it is due now.  There are several people named in the document and to my surprise I am also named.  I am surprised because I wouldn’t expect to see my name as a party to an agreement such as this.  Yet the agreement isn’t signed by anyone and yet it is due now.  I am conflicted because on the one hand if I carry this through to ensure it is ratified I appear to be doing it for self interest since I am named.  Yet I wasn’t aware of my name in the document until now.  It feels like it is intended for me as a beneficiary or benefactor of the agreement.  The parties are out of the country possibly in Brazil in a foreign land.  The challenge is I am not quite prepared to meet the many requirements which are formalities and process around the execution of the contract.  I think about all the steps I would need to do in order to arrange the many parts enumerated in the agreement.  It seems I can’t possibly carry out all it’s parts in the time frame allocated for it’s execution without an act of God.

Fearing defeat but actually not so much defeat since I had not pursued this option for myself.  I had nothing invested in it to feel any sense of loss.  The loss I feel is on behalf of my boss whose intent it was to execute this contract.  I know it wouldn’t have been written if he had not wanted it to take place even in naming me as a party.  I do not want to fail my boss even though I just found out about it. It is my desire to see his mission served whatever mission it may be.  His desire is my desire.

I then hear several people enter.  It is the hour that has come to pass.  Now is the time.  As I’m sitting there not knowing what to tell him.  I feel his presence come over my right shoulder as he whispers to me,  “I have taken care of it.  The work is done.”  Now as I look at the document time stands still the steps necessary for the process are complete one by one.  A signature and seal now appear. My work is complete.

 

 

Impressions of a Trapeze Artist – A False Start

Five male trapeze artists performing at a circus, 1890

I had a dream that it’s the day after my last day at work and I find myself back at my old job.  I’m trying to find my way out once I realize that I shouldn’t be here.  I can see the work configurations have changed.  There is someone working at my old desk.  They are telling me that I am welcome to share the space with them and start my own business.  I can see the possibilities for me.  I know I should leave because I’m not supposed to be there.  I work my way down to the 2nd level which I thought was where I can exit the building.  I find myself on the level where the cafeteria is.  I can see my old boss Deb Reilly.  I’m afraid she will notice me and wonder how I gained access to the building.  I’m trying to find a ramp that will take me from the second floor out the building.  There are foreign workers there who have abilities similar to trapeze artists.  This one woman is scaling the french balconies with ease.  I’m afraid she is being a bit reckless but she manages to amaze me with her abilities.  She is unafraid in the least. She knows I’m watching.  I wake up thinking my exit on the the second floor was a false start.

This morning as I awoke after I having snoozed my alarm and had a vision.  I can see a scene before me with some blue and white clouds with the silhouette  of a mermaid’s lower body.  The scene provided just enough imagery for me to figure it out for myself.  I then saw what looked like little grey frogs  crossing the road in front of the mermaid.  I looked carefully at the little frogs to see if they were mini people or insects.  They appeared to look more like little people but the way they jumped was more like frogs.  They seem quite happy in this child like environment; innocent and peaceful and tension free not a care in the world.  Right before the scene came to an end I see someone approaching from the left in the foreground.  A human of normal proportion as though I was watching a TV screen and someone came in front of the screen to peak and see if I am still watching or asleep.  The person peaked in partially looked at me stood there and gave me a look that said, “Did you get that?”