The dream last night, or early this morning, is remembered only as some images. Two or three are very clear and deal with something I know I dreamed and saw before but that always has a great impact on me.
I am in a film-making environment - perhaps Hollywood. There is a feeling that something has just wrapped up and was completed. I am with a group of women and we are all feeling a bit sad about this, because obviously it was a great experience. As we are reminiscing and packing up our stuff another young woman joins us. She is absolutely stunning, black skin like mahogony, black eyes fringed with long lashes, her hair long and tightly curled. She wears no make up and is plainly dressed, but her presence needs no enhancement. She begins to sing, enthralling us further, and then disappears.
After we catch our breath, we slowly again go to our preparations, but something has changed. Now, it's like we are preparing to flee this area, knowing that a disaster is coming and we have to get to shelter. I also know that I will never come back here again. "Here" has now shifted from the movie studio to my home, where I see the belongings that are precious to me, especially my artwork, that I know I have to leave behind. What I can, I wrap up in a blanket and as I leave to join the group of people waiting outside for me, my stoic exterior cracks a bit as a tiny sob of despair breaks through. But I pull myself together and walk away.
There is no panic, but a well-organized plan of evacuation. As we move through more groups of people I see someone who looks very familiar to me, a director I once worked with, Rick Green, and I approach him. He has his belongings neatly secured to a bundle buggy and looks very grim at this turn of events. I greet him by name, and he turns to me, now smiling in recognition. We spend a few minutes disucussing this situation, but I have something more important to tell him.
"Rick, I think you know that I have very powerful dreams, don't you?", I ask him. He nods in reply. "Well, I keep dreaming of you doing a movie that is set in Ancient Egypt." Even as I say this, I see that he knows exactly what I am talking about. We both see the set that I have dreamed of before - large temple, massive columns all richly sculped with hyroglyphics and images, everything bathed in golden light, with some sparkling dust motes floating by. There is a feeling of strong familiarity in this set, as though it's more than just a movie set, but something that is indeed real and that we both have an unbroken relationship with. He nods again.
"This is something that you and I must do. And after this situation is all over, we must work on it." I manage to say this just before he and I are separated by my group being moved to a different location. His very firm and emphatic nod is all I need to see to know that he totally understands me.
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This image of the Egyptian temple and a movie being done there is something that has appeared before and always with very strong emotions and recognition. However, in checking back on my dreams, I cannot find mention of it. I must now pay more attention to this.
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