I had a telling dream last night. I was of a party of about 30 Aussies, who were to meet, in person, on Australian soil a visiting party of about 60 people from the United States (with one from Vancouver, so that means, North America in general). There was something about a conference and how we were getting together, to "get connected".
At first, we were told we should wear name lapel stickers. The first couple I saw from the U.S. party had the name, "Donk". It was a man and wife, I assumed that was their surname. Then the lapel stickers were getting to A4-sized sheets, and people were writing their life histories on them. At first, just a few paragraphs about interesting things about them, then screeds.
I quickly dashed mine off before this trend kicked in, and I had written something superfluous, like "Feed the dogs or they will get all the bacon"....
I noticed two black-wearing people from the U.S. party sitting on the floor, guarding their tabernacle. OK, they didn't speak, or connect, obviously took themselves very seriously. So I moved on in my search to find someone I could connect with.
There were plenty of women. I noticed people had been writing their State (of origin) on their introduction stickers. But there were no names of states I could recognize. A lady said she was from Poodle. I said, "could you tell me the name of your State?" so I can visualize more or less where you're from? As she didn't know what I meant, I said, "Like Wyoming". (Then rapidly, because I actually wanted to name one of the north-eastern States, I said: "Vermont?"
(Now in real life, I don't know precisely where Vermont is, I had to look it up. Turns out, both Vermont and Wyoming are 2 of the less populated states of the U.S.A.).
Even though the introduction stickers were done with quite a lot of flair, such as silver writing, and a lot of detail, I realized that people were more interested in their own stories than in meeting strangers and sharing, in other words, connecting.
Then I met a lady with very long green hair, and a green dress. She was the one from Vancouver. I tried approaching her, saying I realized she was the representative for Canada, but she just looked at me and moved straight on.
By the end of the dream, I had not connected with anyone. The name of the game in this dream was disconnection. Not for want of trying, but because people insist on having heavily layered filters of perception, and will not let that go. They cannot see the reality around them, while they are still seeing scripts on the inside of their eyeballs.
At first, we were told we should wear name lapel stickers. The first couple I saw from the U.S. party had the name, "Donk". It was a man and wife, I assumed that was their surname. Then the lapel stickers were getting to A4-sized sheets, and people were writing their life histories on them. At first, just a few paragraphs about interesting things about them, then screeds.
I quickly dashed mine off before this trend kicked in, and I had written something superfluous, like "Feed the dogs or they will get all the bacon"....
I noticed two black-wearing people from the U.S. party sitting on the floor, guarding their tabernacle. OK, they didn't speak, or connect, obviously took themselves very seriously. So I moved on in my search to find someone I could connect with.
There were plenty of women. I noticed people had been writing their State (of origin) on their introduction stickers. But there were no names of states I could recognize. A lady said she was from Poodle. I said, "could you tell me the name of your State?" so I can visualize more or less where you're from? As she didn't know what I meant, I said, "Like Wyoming". (Then rapidly, because I actually wanted to name one of the north-eastern States, I said: "Vermont?"
(Now in real life, I don't know precisely where Vermont is, I had to look it up. Turns out, both Vermont and Wyoming are 2 of the less populated states of the U.S.A.).
Even though the introduction stickers were done with quite a lot of flair, such as silver writing, and a lot of detail, I realized that people were more interested in their own stories than in meeting strangers and sharing, in other words, connecting.
Then I met a lady with very long green hair, and a green dress. She was the one from Vancouver. I tried approaching her, saying I realized she was the representative for Canada, but she just looked at me and moved straight on.
By the end of the dream, I had not connected with anyone. The name of the game in this dream was disconnection. Not for want of trying, but because people insist on having heavily layered filters of perception, and will not let that go. They cannot see the reality around them, while they are still seeing scripts on the inside of their eyeballs.