An extended vivid dream sequence in real time… a gathering of many folks for purposes of celebration but also for an expedition–though the details are unclear and departure is not imminent. There are multiple loops of activities and intrigues and light-spiritedness along with steadfast determination somehow interlacing all the actions.

I meander into an outdoor area where a few have gathered, and I bring forth a specimen that is absolutely intriguing–a gift from the sea, it seems, a fossil of extraordinary fractal complexity, even grotesquery. It is dense and hefty as I hold it in both hands and examine it, turning it in all possible angles trying to analyze and understand it. The object seems to be crusted in sand, or made of sand or sandstone, but there also seems to be a core with some definite form. In one crevice appears some feature that is very distinct, somewhat fin-like, perhaps of bone; unclear; but organic and enticingly smooth. I speak out to call anyone’s attention to this thin bone-like vane to see if there are any ideas on what is going on with it. As I am holding the object, I see that the configuration of the sandy surfaces forming the body of the object are interlocking plates; very slowly, my eyes come to perceive that these interlocking plates are very much like the skin of a rhinoceros (as in the Durer engraving); exquisitely clear, as if I were holding a miniature, exotic rhinoceros creature transported from some bizarre parallel universe long ago. I continue to turn the object over and around, feeling its density and balance of mass. Some others are also watching along with me.

As I turn the object in a particular linear perspective, two beady black eyes become recognizable by me and simultaneously by a couple of others who call out “There’s a face! A face!” And this then becomes completely clear, this face, and the object is now clearly discernible as organic in origin and highly evolved. Just as this awareness dawns, I can feel that the object is not merely stony and rigid, but that–as if it may have been warmed up in my hands–the surface is very slightly pliable. And it becomes more pliable and malleable like warm clay. And just as I am realizing this, with a certain sense of apprehension or even horror, the rigid crust exterior begins to crack and split away and a supernally colorful, highly energetic winged creature emerges, spreads its wings, and springs out of my hands.

Someone makes a move as if to cover the creature with a blanket and capture it. I am distressed about that, but it doesn’t happen.

The dream ends with this total scene as it is. I wake up and feel very deeply profoundly engaged with sublime multidimensional synsymmetries in the total life situation as it is.