The following is an actual dream included in my dream journal, and does not describe actual factsDream of: 14 October 1986 "God Climbing The Hill"
Albert Einstein was teaching a class, showing some other students and me how to make sculptures. One of the sculptures which he had already assembled resembled a pyramid, constructed from boards nailed together so that each side of the pyramid was about a half meter from base to apex. Einstein explained that the boards had to first be assembled into the pyramid, and then planed down smooth. He carefully showed the students how to plane the sides on all four surfaces of the pyramid so that no rough areas would remain. The final product was quite appealing. Although I myself wasn't particularly interested in making one of the pyramids, I was quite intrigued by the amount of time and effort the students expended in constructing them.
I finally walked outside, where a rather large group of people was gathered. Ronald Reagan was among them. I knew it was dangerous to be around Reagan, because so much conflict had been developing lately in the world; someone might drop a bomb on him at any time.
Noticing a high hill nearby, I walked over to it and decided to climb it. As I struggled up the rather steep side of the hill, I could hear people talking in the background. Their voices seemed to correspond to some vague thoughts which I was having. The voices were talking about perfection, making a comparison between the perfection of Einstein's sculpture-building work, and the perfection of my climbing the hill. Somehow the two types of perfection were related. One voice also said something about God climbing the hill, and something about perfection on top of the hill. Another voice said that the hill became steeper toward the top, where there was danger of falling off. But the voices and thoughts were unclear, and I was unsure how they related to each other.
Since I didn't have any climbing equipment, after I had climbed the hill a short distance, I began sliding back down. Even though I had not ascended far, the descent seemed long. Seeing the distance that I was sliding down, I thought it was probably best that I had not tried to toil all the way to the top.
Once I had reached the bottom of the hill, I began walking around again, and realized I was somewhere in Dallas. I was still thinking about what Einstein had been teaching. I thought I needed to make acollage and perhaps I could even use some of Einstein"s principles in the collage. I could see that in order to make a beautiful collage, I would have to pay special attention to the smallest details.
I envisioned the collage as a large, almost life-sized representation of Rodin's statue "The Thinker". I contemplated leaving the neck out of the collage so that the head would appear to be floating over the body.
In the collage, I also wanted to illustrate the dwindling influence of Louise in my life. To portray this message, I could paste pictures around the Thinker's head, to depict what he was thinking. I might even show some pictures as passing through his head.
I continued walking until I reached a tall office building. Sauntering inside, I ascended to the top floor, where I discovered a restaurant. I strode through the quiet family restaurant, feeling strong and virile. I was wearing a tee shirt which accentuated the muscles that I had lately been developing. Thinking I might want something to eat, I began looking at the plates on the tables as I walked past the booths. The plates were filled with typical helpings of vegetables and meat. Although I did want any meat, I thought I might order some vegetables.
However I was still unsure I wanted to eat here, and finally I simply left. I thought I might like to visit my friend, Jon, whom I had first met in law school and who now lived on a spacious ranch near Fort Worth. Since I knew that Jon had a dog, I wondered what it would be like if I were to take a dog of my own to his place. I thought Jon also had a horse, and I even imagined the horse running through the field with a distinctive type of movement. First the horse would sprint, and then it would gallop. It was quite a beautiful sight.
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