The Dream Thread

[Eddie]

I had another epic-length dream last night. David Wilcock had become such an enemy of the state, that he had been confined (Soviet-style) to a mental institution. The hospital was an imposing brick structure with no windows on the first 3 floors, making escape difficult. At first, I was just an invisible observer of the situation, as if I were watching a movie. Eventually, I decided to become a participant. I found myself outside the building, on the grounds at the front. I noticed a large ventilation fixture on the front of the building, about 30 feet up, with a louvered cover; I scaled the wall, with only the merest of fingerholds between the bricks, and managed to find a part of the ventilation duct cover that I could pry open. I slithered into the duct and made my way to a large storage room, which I entered.

In the mean time, a sympathetic doctor and nurse in the hospital, working clandestinely, had helped David to escape the watch of the hospital staff, but had not managed to get him out yet. I found this doctor and nurse in the storage room, and saw that David was hiding on the top shelf of a large shelving unit, flattened out like a lizard on a tree limb. Words were not spoken, but the other 3 sized me up and realized that I was there to help; the doctor provided me with a white lab coat, which I donned, just in time to see the hospital administrator and a couple of orderlies come in searching for David. The doctor and nurse gave me the cover of an official visitor, and the administrator failed to find David, even though he was standing right underneath him.

There followed a long series of narrow escapes; we had to move David constantly around the building, hiding in boxes, behind furniture, etc, as the hospital staff grew ever more frantic trying to find him.

Then at last we had an opportunity to free him from the hospital. There was a metal loading dock door down on the ground level at the corner of the building, and we had sneaked David down there by some clever ruse. We had the door open and were just about to spring him when some staff arrived; it looked as if we would be discovered. Just then, fate intervened; three tourists (or perhaps they were recent immigrants?) from Hungary were walking down the street right in front of us; having lived, at one time, under totalitarian rule themselves, they instantly ascertained what was at stake, and decided to help us out. One of them feigned being the victim of a hit-and-run driver, and the other two yelled for help from the hospital staff; they caused so much commotion, that the staff was momentarily distracted, and we were able to slip David out of the building.

We were not yet free. A Gestapo-like secret police was called in to search for David; they saturated the town, and again he had to hide, in shrubbery and so on. I had by this time become a suspect in his escape, and we had another long series of near-captures. Finally, I saw a secret policeman heading for David's hiding place in a bed of boxwoods. I distracted him; he recognized me, and began yelling for backup. I looked up to my right, and saw, on a building, a gap in the sheet metal facade around a second-story balcony. I nimbly scaled the building, squeezed through the gap, and escaped for good, as did David, while the policeman was looking at me.

The dream then fast-forwarded a couple of years. The side of the Light had won the struggle; and among other things, humanity was now presented with an astounding series of useful technological advances. One of them was the means of constructing multi-story buildings using small, light stainless-steel couplings in place of heavy steel girders. I was on the third or 4th story of a new luxury hotel that was being constructed in this fashion. I, and the others who had helped David escape, had become famous; I was a sort of elder statesman of the Human Enlightenment movement, and had been given a luxury suite in the new hotel, which was the first room finished. I was walking around, inspecting the construction activities, when I spied, down on the ground, those same three Hungarians who had helped us before. They were humble people and did not want to attract attention to themselves, and they started to leave. I yelled down to them in Hungarian (which I can't speak!), and insisted they come up and join me. I instructed the construction superintendent to fetch them, and strode off to my suite to prepare coffee and brandy for the honored guests. The dream then ended.

In my telling of it, the dream doesn't sound as exciting as it was. It would indeed have made a great movie, full of suspense and intrigue.