Peter my dad’s former tenant was building two extra bedrooms on a new level that was currently the roof of his home. He had the building plans. Dad and I looked at the plans. There was no difference in cost for either an old or new home. This surprised me. The price was the price. I went to the pool in Peter’s backyard. A soccer ball had fallen into the pool. I entered the pool to retrieve the soccer ball. I swam down to the bottom of the pool. I was fine down there 13 metres below the surface. I had no oxygen tanks. I could breathe underwater. Then I started to worry about coming back up to the surface. I asked mum to call my friend Pete. I thought I’d need his strength to help me out of the pool because I’d been in the water for so long. Dad didn’t have his phone number. Call my sister I said. Mum was becoming concerned. I didn’t want dad to look at my phone because I had phone secrets. No decision was being made. Mum wondered if I’d get the bends coming back to the surface. Should I just come up to the surface by myself? The problem was there was only floating tables etcetera at the water’s surface. There was nothing of weight I could pull against to get out of the pool.
I was at Pete and Christine’s place last night. Via name association my friend Pete led to Peter my dad’s former tenant. More on that later. Pete spoke about the home he wants to build. For a one bedroom home he was quoted one million dollars. I was staggered. He needs more bedrooms than that. Old or new there’s no difference in price. It’s a government sanctioned racket (August 2023). While making plans with Pete I played my magical powers game with his kids, Alex and Sam. They use the powers I grant to battle each another like power rangers. Sam doesn’t stand a chance. He’s three and his brother’s six. But he loves playing dead. At one point Sam picked up a semi-deflated soccer ball. I used my magical powers to turn that soccer ball into a bomb.
That’s how the soccer ball entered my dream.
I swam down 13 metres to retrieve that soccer ball. 1 + 3 = 4. This is yet another quateranic depiction of wholeness and totality (August 2021). The soccer ball fits in nicely with those dimensions because it’s spherical making it a totality marker much like Jung’s UFOs (May 2018 and September 2021). As such the soccer ball represents the treasure that is me that I found via my exploration of dreams.
I was fine down there in the depths. I could breathe underwater. After diving deep for more than 10 years now I’m sure-footed in the unconscious. I know thyself. The question now is one of re-integration. See it’s time. I have to return to waking world.
Only I don’t see an easy way back.
The waking world places zero value on psychical wholeness. In fact it wants the opposite. It wants polarisation, dualism, the self off-balanced and us against them, the mass unhinged (March 2022).
They’re easier to control that way.
I’ve reached the point where I just feel sorry for people.
Then there’s the issue of what modality my return will take. Pete and Christine are material reductionists. There’s nothing wrong with that. To each his own.
I won’t be going back to that.
I’ve seen the light (January 2023).
My parents also impede my return. The covid fiasco aged them (February 2023). I have responsibilities now. I call them burdens but really they’re blessings because I’m learning about what it means to grow old.
Then there’s my secret life. We all have one. The shadow writ large recorded on our so-called smartphones. Christine made me watch a Black Mirror episode on Netflix last night. I don’t do Netflix I don’t stream she had to pin me down to watch it. The episode was called Joan is Awful. It starred Salma Hayek. Lowbrow toilet Sci-Fi drama. Disgusting stuff. In it there was guy being cheated on by his fiancée. He said to his fiancée, ‘show me your phone.’
That’s how phone anxiety entered the dream.
When I beat it I won’t be taking my phone. I don’t want my mind corrupted by the life I leave behind. I want to exercise my hands and eyes.
To live beyond the mainframe
For a while.
The floating table is the coffee table in my bay window. It’s the warmest place in my house on sunny mornings. I like to draw my dreams on this table. When drawing I kneel down like a Japanese master. Seiza style. I can sit like that for hours. Karate conditioned me for that. At this table I make the unconscious conscious. The table functioned as such in this dream. If I could reach the table and pull myself up against its weight I would transition from watery unconscious to terrestrial conscious.
Only the table lacks sufficient weight. I need more than that. I need Pete the Adonis of the deep. He swims up and down Maroubra Beach battling 3 metre swells. The last time I ventured underwater it was because of Pete (September 2019). But Pete’s unpredictable. He likes his knives. Also he’s past his prime. He eats too much.
So I’ll have to pull myself out some other way …
Name association was not the only reason why the dream was centred at Peter my dad’s former tenant’s home. Peter’s 94 years old. I’m worried about him. He’s very dear to me. A few weeks after I had this dream he was admitted to hospital. Soon after his admission I received a strange late night phone call from him. He was incoherent. He was rambling on about a dream. A few days later I went to the hospital. I considered it a sacred duty. Peter wanted to talk to me about his dream. In his dream he was driving to a national park with his deceased wife. The national park was a zoological park. There were all sorts of animals in the park. They stayed there overnight. When he woke in the morning he was confused as to whether he was at home or at the zoological park. The animals refer to one’s primal essence. To the base level of being. The deep unconscious. His wife appeared to aid his transition into the unconscious realm. But he only spent the night. That Peter’s getting used to the other side. The experience felt real because the unconscious wanted him to pay attention to this dream.
I discussed the dream with Peter saying pretty much what I said above. I told him not to worry. It was a nice dream. I said call me when he sees an entity sitting on his bed telling him it’s time.