Had a dream this weekend that is hovering around, wanting to be figured out.

I was in a large room with a high beamed ceiling. It was mostly empty, but around the room, built into the walls, were large cabinets. The people in the room, some of whom I knew, were coming and going into the room, and frantically stuffing things into the cabinets - photos, books, items, what have you. Every once in a while, the door of the room would close and no one could open it. At that time, those left in the room would hold hands and form a large circle. Everyone would turn on their tape recorders. Then, a voice would address each of us, one at a time. The voice would tell us about our future. However, the voice could only use words that were available by proxy of the items that were in the cabinets. If there was no item that held the meaning of the word needed by the voice to describe our future, then the voice would stop, and start up in another language. Each cabinet was a different language.

After the session ended, we would listen to our tapes and try to figure out what items were missing. Sometimes the languages were ones that we could recognize, and sometimes they were alien languages from another planet.

We needed to include things in the cabinet that were personal, not just books full of words. We were looking for photos of people we knew, and personal items of value.

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