Saturday, November 15, 2008 (late morning)
Keyword: A Sort of Nirvana
[start of dream]After a bunch of ridiculous stunts on a motor scooter and running through a forested park with lots of trees and hills and no human terraformation, I unexpectedly meet up with a girl toward whom I am in romantic pursuit. Everything was cool for a few minutes until, leaving the park, we saw her former boyfriend who rand up to us with an anti-abortion petition. Shortly later, her… I don’t know if she was the girl’s friend or relative or what, but an older woman walked up to say hi. I‘d met them both before; the woman was cool, if a bit… Well, take Dharma’s parents from Dharma and Greg, with Abby’s looks, voice, gender, and outspokenness, and Larry’s mindset. That’s about as accurate a description as you can get. The guy… well, he was annoying when I first met him, then I found out he was the belligerent , fundamentalist-catholic ex-boyfriend of my now-girlfriend. You do the math. They were arguing, my girlfriend is just a little bit pro-choice (not enough to sign the petition, but not enough to petition his petition be banned).They start arguing at her, and somebody has the bright idea to try and intervene on behalf of his girlfriend… Oh, wait, that was me. They turn on me, I try to explain my view of the “don’t carewhat others do, as long as it doesn’t mistreat people or break the laws of their religion, country, or current location.”They went straight for the metaphorical throat, metaphorical teeth and claws bared. I suddenly flash to a woodcut of the great zen master Po and his disciple. He was all fat and bald and really old (didn’t look much like the more common representation of the Buddha, too old, no mega-earlobes). His disciple was getting angry, and Master Po said, “I am the agonist, You are the antagonist. Together we thrive.” (my ears heard it in another language, but my brain heard it in english; I think something was lost in translation.) Then , while he started to say something else, the bottom dropped out of reality. I don’t remember anything from then on, other than that I was experiencing, as far as I could tell, pure contentment and bliss unhindered by thought or worry.[end of dream] Then I was woken up.

I have no idea what that was about. It seemed to be a vision, sort of like when I happen to remember things that happened yet, or see things that shouldn't be where they are, but it has never happened like that while dreaming, and I don't recall it ever being of a time before I was born, or of a woodcut or painting of the scene rather than the scene itself, as it's usually full visual immersion, and partial to full audio.
Anyway, the bit where my dream self has the vision, I may have been partially lucid before then, where I know it's a dream bu thave no reason to acknowledge it, but I mostly think I wasn't. After that, I thought I was tripping out or hallucinating (I now think I may have been hit by a car, or in the head with a brick), because although it seemed like some sort of super zen master vision thing, it didn't seem like previous occurences of possible clairvoyance. Then, for the rest, I'm not sure what that was about. I think my dream self might have either died or realized something fundamentally inherent about the universe.

Anyway, does anyone have the least bit of an idea of what it might mean?