phong DREAM I was in an airport, I was going through some kind of baggage check and they made me lay all my stuff out from my multiple bags which were full of many things
360 camera equipment, books, my journals, computer hardware, headphones and this package of dragon eggs that were a large crystals with scales on them. There were so many things in my bags and they were all quite valuable to me.
My favorite dragon egg was a large reddish orange one that was the color of blood or fire.
Even though I knew the flight was coming ahead of time and I felt I was making time precautions, I had run late, and I was as I was trying to pack all my things back to my bags after I passed through security, there was a security man standing at the corner of the gate saying that now it's the last chance you have to come right now.
I realized that if I go now I'm going to have to leave most of my things behind and the trip will be largely pointless since I need these objects to perform where I'm going.
So I start packing extra quickly and trying to stuff my stuff back in the bags but it has to go in a certain way so it doesn't break.
I pack her easily and yet it goes on and on and on and I know I realized that I missed the flight.
I sit there and contemplate what I could have done better, this was a very important flight, a very expensive flight, my whole career was riding on this flight and I was contemplating rebuying the tickets which would cost thousands of dollars that would eat my final savings.
My mind became angry and I was angry at this trip, angry at the need to travel. But I realize it was my choice.
I remembered that I had a speaking engagement at a high end gathering of industry experts in my field and I missed this career changing opportunity. I could see all in my mind I all of my friends disappointment and what this failure would lead to the future of my work would decline precipitously.
I wrestle with this reality and try to feel where I'm being pulled. I contemplate if I want to go and try to get an emergency flight or just go home and pack it in.
Some other thing happens that I forget. There's some encounters with strange beings who are overly clowny and in my face. I have to create a boundary and put them in their place. They fuck off.
Eventually I come around to realizing I have to go even if I use all my final savings, this trip is too important. So I get another ticket and then this time I'm going on the security I have decidedly less stuff so I'm concerned where my stuff went though I took much less things through the security this time. I'm concerned on where those other things went, I was trying to pair things down.
I was going through the dragon eggs choosing which dragon eggs I will take over others, I get frustrated with the choice cuz they're all so precious and has a story behind it and each one is worth way more than this trip. So I put them back and decide to take all the dragon eggs no matter what.
I need to pair something else down so it ends up that my 360 camera doesn't make it and a bunch of other things that I really was looking forward to using.
When they do the final boarding call I abandon whatever was left from security and I just make sure I got the dragon eggs and a few other things and I get on the flight.
I don't remember the flight at all I just remember appearing at the airport on the other side.
My father and my brother are waiting for me to pick me up, I see them near a book gift shop inside a a quaint but well taken care of airport with nice wood architecture and reflective floors.
I signaled to my father and brother that I'll be there while I struggle with getting my bags over there.
I finally put my bags down and sigh in relief relief and greet my father. I open my bags and look in my bags and I noticed there's way less things in here than I remember.
I do not seem to notice if there are dragon eggs or not but I noticed my main backpack I noticed my 360 camera and my journal and some other things are missing. Things I thought I had brought but I guess they're not there and I complained in protested my stuff didn't make it. My father tells me at least I made it.
Then we are in a car, and we're going to go to where we're going to go to sleep for the night before the events of the following day.
Here this is a old acquaintance of my father who is very conservative and he's pretending to be friendly but behind the thinly masked veil he is interrogating my father about what he does and what he's done with his life. My father describes to him that he's into alchemy and shamanism and he describes some of the traditions he practices. He tries to signal to the man his state of consciousness with not many words.
It's obvious that the old acquaintance is very stuck and spiritually unaware and ignorant and brainwashed and he harshly judges my father. My father stands his ground yet pings my eyes to look for approval and I deeply nod to him and signal to him you're on the right track. This guy looks clean cut and like a Mennonite farmer. He is rude, but we must endure his opinion in the short term.
Because he's sitting in the car and even though the car is not moving, it seems like we can't get away from this guy for now he just keeps going on to my father about what have you done with your life, and doesn't respect him because my father is not very articulate with words. He's trying to communicate without words and beyond words with this guy, yet it's not landing with him.
I'm proud of my father for standing up to this guy and telling him his truth Even though I know he can tell how it's going to be received. I realized why my father doesn't come back to his hometown, because this is how people treat him at a subtle level.
Shortly after I woke up.