Meditation: Hypnogogic: A triangular bit of plane shrapnel. Red and white with snow on it.

23rd July, 2011-07-23
Saturday

Just caught the end of this one:
“Intruder”
I see my former neighbour, Dave, peering over the fence and I push my face aggressively towards the window or the fence (am I inside or outside the house?) in order to be rude or defiant. IRL, I wouldn’t do such a thing, Dave was a decent neighbour and we all got along well in the twelve years we lived next door. There’s something else here – Dave has left something in our letterbox, which G subsequently reports.

Now there’s some kind of outside threat and our family is protecting something of value. It’s hidden away in the house. There’s something with the dog, perhaps we’ve walked her and left the house locked up or we’ve locked her in a room for the time being.

Now I walk through the house into “our bedroom,” which appears to be a variation on my parents’ room from the house where I was raised. The windows are open (there was only one in my parents’ room) and the substantial wind billows through the lace curtains. On a hunch, I begin to search the wardrobes for a hidden person. H and G enter the room and H begins to help. In front of the wardrobe, on the floor, is a totally unrecognisable object about 30cm tall, white and sitting on a circular base like a bottle, but I don’t look at it well enough to really be able to describe it beyond that. Logic tells me that a person couldn’t be inside the robe and this object in front of the door but I go ahead and open the door anyway. Inside there’s a young Spanish man whom I pull out quite roughly by the arm. G and H and I interrogate him but I’m the only one who treats him with contempt. We demand his name and he tells us it’s Riccardo.

Ho Hum.