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Hippy Museum Dream
This afternoon (because that’s when I wake up, in the afternoon!), I had the following dream. I was attending some kind of weekend workshop/get-away/retreat/camp thing for like modern hippy-ish counter-cultural blah-blah-blah types. There were lots of people there, some of whom I “knew” from the internet and elsewhere. There was, what I imagine to be anyway, a definite “Burning Man” type of vibe to the whole thing. There may have even been invitations given directly to certain people to attend; I wouldn’t put it past these diabolical dream organizers.
Anyway, towards the end of the gathering, some charter buses showed up to bring everybody to this “cool new museum” which had opened up. We might have been getting some kind of sneak-preview or special advance tour of it or something on account of our being self-righteous intellectuals, etc. The buses drove up to the museum, the exterior of which was nothing if not monolithic, and which had colorful banners advertising exhibits within the museum.
All the little hippies got off the bus and filed into the museum, very excited and full of ourselves. Once inside, we were perplexed to discover that almost the entire interior of the “museum” was decorated like a bathroom: sterile turquoise tile with white grout, plentiful showers and toilet stalls. And nothing else.
It was a giant prison. And we were not going to be allowed to leave it ever again.
{See also: The Hundred Flowers Campaign}
January 18th, 2008 at 2:07 am
Trippy. In an odd synchronous intersection, I was just reading Pinchbeck recounting his Burning Man encounters in 2012: The Return of Quetzalcoatl. The hippie eternally trapped in the museum is surely a subconscious aversion you have to the old counter-culture ethic. Watch out for the hippie brain parasite! Kinda like a post-modern necessity to mock the sell-out factor. And yet, creepy enough, there are echoes everywhere. Even in your dreams, bro.
January 18th, 2008 at 7:23 am
That was no dream.
January 18th, 2008 at 11:21 am
I just want to go on record as saying I fully support the power elite!
January 18th, 2008 at 11:22 am
no…seriously.
January 18th, 2008 at 2:57 pm
Yeah, no.
Fortunately, in this afternoon’s follow-up to this dream, I was back at the museum (or similar), it was now open to the public, I had sex with a really hot chick who worked there, and then me and several other people gained super-powers as a result of whatever was done to us there. One of my abilities was that I became able to “float indefinitely”. That, to me, was most assuredly a personal subconscious follow-up to a transpersonal event.
January 18th, 2008 at 5:52 pm
Yeah, I’m not too sure about labeling this a dream. Stuck in a hippie bathroom forever sounds more like a nightmare. And I have hippie tendencies. Did the alpha male get the space the furthest from the stall or does he reign from the throne?
LOL
I was reading in the Golden Bough yesterday that Kings in many societies were never allowed to touch the bare ground. Something about the electricity/logos flowing through them would be grounded.
When I dream about floating/flying, I wake up with a knotted stomach, from using the guidance system in my stomach muscles during the dreams. Weird.
January 18th, 2008 at 8:37 pm
My initial reaction was that “hippie” was an old fashioned, and therefore museum bound, lifestyle label and thus a trap. I still go back to the idea of Tulpas you wrote about a while ago. I don’t read too much about that era but my understanding is that the military-industrial complex etc. etc. started/co-opted the movement in the same way that Big Brother started his own opposition.
The follow up dream is personal to you, I don’t get it.
January 19th, 2008 at 6:54 am
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