In Search of the Professor (T.E.K.’s dreams of June 7-9, 2009)
I am at an international conference building somewhere abroad. I have invited a professor from far away to meet me there. There are a lot of glassy corridors in many directions. I am running back and forth trying to find the invited professor. The modern architecture annoys me, the light pouring in from glass and yet more glass blinds me. I am looking for numbers on doors and try to get them in sync with numbers on notes in my pockets. I begin to realize that I will miss the meeting. My inner voice mocks me for lacking simple down to earth practicality, how can I mess up such important things in this truly idiotic way, the professor will be horrified.
In the next moment I am in a room where someone urges me to finish my high-school exam. Translate this text now! I cannot see what is written on the paper. What is it with my eyes? And have I not done this already?
2. DREAM FROM 8-9.09
I am told that the same professor is going to take a long walk with two other men in a deep archaic forest. They have left their luggage beside a small road in a heap. I go there to take a look at the luggage, and the professor’s name is on one of the cotton bags. Ok — so he is here, it is true!
I follow the road down to a canyon. It is misty, foggy, steep hillsides, I feel a good energy — I like this!