nicholasThis is a continuation of the last two dreams. First time in my dream life I had a narrative continue over the course of multiple evenings. I was still attempting to catch hold of the Shirley Temple look-alike and extract the relevant information from her regarding the ground-zero, corporate malfeasance secret.
The story continued to progress from previous evenings, I had to gain her confidence from her representative whom I was less than fond of. In the last dream, he appeared as this unapologetic, douchebag composite of several questionable archetypes. In this night’s dreams, he managed to progressively evolve as I paid more attention to him. Instead of pursuing him across an elaborate landscape of nightclubs and alleys, we were moving in and out of a simple square amphitheater. It had the same Escher-esque qualities of the Illuminati ad-master cavern except it was shallower and ringed by grasses. I would pursue deep into its recesses to follow and cajole. Every time we would emerge to the rim of the amphitheater his demeanor would shift into a more positive valence.
As I realized his form was shifting to reveal his higher nature our dialogue shifted accordingly. I began appealing to him in increasingly positive ways. As my attitude shifted our dynamic dramatically transformed into something more didactic and patient. By the conclusion of the dream, I was in a full-scale, peripatetic discourse with a blonde bearded Socratic type, toga and all. He was explaining to me the value of maintaining high-energy engagement with my duties at all times and never permitting my mental experience to dally in the slurry of dark or selfish imperatives.
There was no more need for me to find the Golden Child, I realized it had been a ploy for pursuing some innocent personification through him as he was the gateway for the actual information.
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