This morning I had what I refer to as a “teaching dream.” By that I mean a certain category of dreams in which plot-line and characters seem more or less incidental. And the whole thing seems weirdly focused on conveying some kind of esoteric message. Usually, that messages is never something that you could simply just sum up in a few lines. Usually it takes you being put through your paces, going through some kind of process, ritual or methodology to achieve something.

Where these dreams come from, I don’t know. Some might say spirits, some would say the subconscious. Maybe there’s no difference. In any event, this latest one for me took place in some kind of special highschool for gifted students or something. Maybe sort of a dream version of Hogwart’s, but in a modern urban setting. One of my professors was none other than JFK himself. I remember this seeming unusual, but I was more impressed than distressed to be taught by a dead president. I stayed after class with him to talk about something or other (I don’t remember), and it really sparked his interest whatever it was. He asked if I wanted to continue this conversation at a local pub, which I agreed to, but told him I had to wrap up a couple things and would meet him there shortly.

After that I was in a stairwell when I was stopped by a well-dressed black man, who I now recognize as Louis Farrakhan. A white woman in red was travelling with him, some kind of aide or secretary. But when he saw me he stopped at once and spoke with me. He knew apparently who I was, but not much of anything about me. He seemed to be recruiting me for something and had his assistant give me a paper to fill out. It listed 20 different character traits on it and asked me to rank them according to what was most important to me. He was trying to get a window into my motivations, and I knew it was with the intent to both appeal to and manipulate me. I looked at it and tried to tell him that I thought it was ridiculous, that there was no way I could answer it accurately. And he looked at me wisely and said something like, “Oh, I see. You’re somebody who likes to study things, aren’t you?”

“Uh yeah, I guess so,” I told him. He seemed pleased with this and there was some kind of understanding that we’d speak later.

Next, I found myself in a lobby area with lots of small groups meeting. I was in one lead by, I think, the “Cancer Man” character from X-Files. There were two other frat-looking guys in my group. They were staring blankly at a cross-sectional diagram of a flaccid penis, which was simultaneously also a map of the state of Florida. The urethra was supposed to coincide with some kind of river or canal that flowed through the state.

Suddenly, during this conversation, one of the other students began having a strange revelation. The juxtaposition of these images together suddenly triggered some subconscious part of his mind into action. And he began remembering and explaining all kinds of weird things. I no longer remember exactly what, but I don’t think that was the point.

The point, if anything, seems to have had to do with overlaying systems of meaning on one another. I suddenly realized that the Cancer Man was conducting multiple classrooms at one time. They were organized around a central hub of television screens. Around them were arrayed students reclining in chairs. Each group (there were maybe 8-12 groups) was intently focused on their own particular screen, each of which displayed a very ordinary boring documentary on an individual subject.

The interesting part though was that I could sort of see what was going on in the students’ minds. Their conscious attention would be focused on the normal linear narrative they were watching. But simultaneous to that, and outside of their conscious awareness, their mind was also picking up cues from the other videos. It was timed so that specific sets of signals would “cluster” together to program people’s minds with specific symbols and rudimentary concepts without their conscious awareness being involved.

The things that they were being programmed for were on the whole very sinister. Many of the females, it seemed, were being programmed or somehow hypnotized to be impregnated and have the fetuses removed without them ever being aware that any of it had happened. All in all, the whole thing was wildly conspiratorial and fairly outrageous. But it seems to have clicked in my head somehow a bit more what people like Goro Adachi and Michael Tsarion seem to be trying to communicate. While it may seem absurd or impossible to the logical mind, there seems to be an alternative way of looking at events and signals which deals not at all with the order, sequence or source of things - but instead focuses almost to exclusion as to how these events cluster together, and the impact that such clustering has on the mind. Whether its just a dream, a paranoid fantasy or what, it’s certainly an interesting thing to explore