I went again to a retirement with like-minded people, like in the previous dream where we almost watched the film where God intervened in human history, only in this one, the film was the central theme and not just something tangentially talked about. This time the setting was rougher. We were not staying in a building, but in some kind of cave. In the first assembly we decided that we were going to see the acclaimed film where God made his intervention in human lives and that we were going to try to experience or identify God’s intervention in ours.
I was asked to share the paperwork I had brought to the gathering. I had lots of paper, all A4, and most of the pieces were wrapped up in chunks. One big chunk had fifty pages that were attached together by a whole in each of them, with a bike bolt.
The leader of the gathering held the stack by the bolt in order to show it, and said this was the guide with the instructions for what we had just decided to do. Other papers of mine were also useful, and I was made the guardian of them, but the fifty pages had to be split between the attendees of the gathering.
The idea was not very clear but it seemed to involve following the instructions and we would experience something similar to what the characters of the film had experienced.
The first step was to actually want to experience that, and for that we needed to some how change our consciousness. This happened almost physically in the way it had happened in the film, although in the film the characters were all physically distant from each other and didn’t know each other, at least at the beginning of the film, and we were all together, gathered in the same place.
At the beginning of the experience, then, there was a wave visible in the air and that touched us all. That was the physical sign that the first shift of consciousness had happened. Our minds changed their way of thinking a bit but this was difficult to express. The second step was to find a specific bunch of keys and then use them one by one, but not necessarily to open physical doors.
We walked the mountain, lived in caves, doing the things estipulated by the papers I had brought, one after the other. In the process, we regularly put more keys in the key ring and took some out, depending on the requirements of the different stages. They were old, metal keys. As the days progressed, the keys were gathering soil and dirt, and so did we.
At the end of the experience we all gathered around a table, although there seemed to be fewer people than on the first day. The leader wanted to put the fifty pages back together and my other useful pages too, but we had been loosing things as we had gone along, living in wet caves just with our small ruck sacks. I had lost most of my papers, some of the keys and, actually, a good part of my luggage.
We may have experienced something of what the characters in the film had. However, the whole quest had used most if not all of our energies. We were now tired, wet and dirty, and in loosing so many of the things we had needed, we felt we had mostly failed.
The leader managed to gather, from every one, the pages he had distributed from the stack of 50. Then he came to me and asked: “do you have the “bolt for fifty pages” that these fifty came in?” I looked in my bag but that too was lost. The leader had to find some way of stacking together those fifty wet pieces of paper. And he did. But that made me feel ever so failed.