The dream started out with me on the roof of a 21 story building, the same building I lived in before I moved here with Barney Fife. I was facing the sun as I painted on the roof top. The sky was clear, the wind was calm, by all appearances it was a nice day. Then from behind there was a rumble. A huge cloud of dust rolled up and consumed the building. The ground began to shake and the building collapsed under me. As I fell into the rubble I thought to myself, I could have avoided this death but I totally ignored the warning signs. The emergency siren had been blaring for nearly a half hour but I tuned it out. It had gone off before and nothing was wrong. I had grown accustomed to hearing the alarm cry wolf and thought nothing of it. I just went on about my day, my activities until it was too late.
To my surprise I survived the earthquake and tornado but many did not and the building was totally destroyed. Emergency crews began digging survivors out but some survivors panicked and threw themselves from several stories up. I turned away so as not to see woman and children, men young and old hit the pavement. As more and more jumped in panic I thought, they made it through the disaster only to lose control, behave irrationally and die. I couldn’t understand why they didn’t wait to be rescued. The building wasn’t on fire and the rubble was holding enough for each person to be taken to safety yet they threw themselves and their children right to their death. It was sad and confusing.
Helicopters lifted many survivors to a different location including me. I was taken to stay with a family who was accepting displaced people. From the outside their home looked tiny but once inside there were many rooms. The house was tidy and humble. The lady of the house gave me a quick tour of just a few of the rooms. As she did she showed me a large photo on the wall with several pagan symbols on it. I then noticed she had statues of pagan gods here and there as well as other art with pagan gods and symbols. I noticed too a huge stair case, extraordinary in length and size. It went on and on and on. Each step had a dim neon blue glow which was pretty much the only light in the house. The other light source was a small wall lantern which left a soft ring glow on an avocado green wall.
As I began to notice more details about the humble home the doorbell rang. A young man came in furious with the home owners. They’d suggested a young man stay with him but failed to inform him the young man was a homosexual. I thought to myself, ya know, all they had to do was look at that guy and you could tell. I mean come on, he’s flaming over there!
Despite the clean home, the warm welcome and assurance of safety I decided I couldn’t stay. I’d rather live in a pile of rubble than sleep under a roof with pagan symbols and false gods. I politely excused myself. I woke up from there.
Spiritual Rubble, A Dream – Tuesday, July 28, 2009 – 4:39PM EST
Very interesting. I found it most interesting when you said: “I had grown accustomed to hearing the alarm cry wolf and thought nothing of it.” So I have to ask: Does the alarm ever cry wolf? Or do you just always ignore it?
Paul