There’s a temple that has had the same caretaker for many years. It needs an upgrade but the caretaker’s been preventing it because he’s holding onto old values. We do something and finally get him to relinquish control to a new caretaker. There’s something really important stored underneath the threshold of the entrance to the temple, something powerful but I’m not sure what it is. I’m in the kitchen area of the temple talking with a man. I’m telling him that the way the temple is constructed, that when someone standing at the entrance starts to speak, the acoustics are designed so that their voice will carry throughout the entire temple.
This feels like UCM. I feel confident about it. The voice at the threshold could be mine.
I believe that this is a related dream. There’s a place that has a woman that has incredibly powerful allergies to almost everything. She’s like Mrs. Winchester but rather than building has been preventing building in this large sanctuary she has. McDonald’s has wanted to build a small restaurant at the entrance but she’s prohibited it for ethical reasons. We’re talking about the possibility of bringing their franchise in and agree about the ethical nature of it, but also realize that there’s a lot of monetary potential to help others with the money that the give us. We talk about her allergies and what we can do about them. What if the golden arches became the emerald arches? What if they started serving organic only, using healthy oils, but keeping the same everything else? Could our problem be solved?
This feels like a client, Sarah and UCM at the same time.
I’m driving in a downtown area looking for parking. There’s someone with me and we’re going to a large business. There are metered spaces available but they’re restricted in one way or another. I’m turning on a curve and find a space and park the car. The person I’m with gets out and we’re hunting for quarters. You don’t put your money directly into the meter, you have to go to a pay station. I walk over and am trying to figure out how much I need to put in. I realize that it’s a holiday. I’m thinking that maybe I don’t need to pay on a holiday but I can’t find anything that reads so. Another man and a woman walk up as I’m trying to figure this out. The man is impulsive and I have to tell him to hold on. I’ve put in one quarter and I have quite a few more on top of the machine but I’m trying to get the other quarter back.
The quarters feel like effort. The holiday could be Mel talking to me about Columbus day. I feel like the man is being pushy like Richard in our meeting. I have a lot more quarters even tho I’m trying to get the one back. But the machine isn’t giving it to me. Is this maybe words I’ve used? Columbus say should be Indigenous People’s Day.
Tags: green arches, McDonald's, parking meter, quarters, temple, voices
