Dream Journal
March 26, 1997
I look at a US map. I see that some pyramids and a sphinx are near San Francisco and I mark down that I want to visit them. Also it seems like the lava dreamscape with the ocean is in San Fran.
Maybe we had arrived in San Fran, but wherever we were we were searching this area of hilltops for a home. All on the same road was the Monroe Institute, perhaps a dream switch of the Institute of Noetic Sciences, and some unheard-of names of spiritual research places. Up in the mountains it was safe and bright. There was no pain or threat of lava. White puffy clouds floated above and all glowed with sunlight. Our guide told us that the only place for sale was one that looked like a church. We went in and it really was churchy, with pews and a raised dais but brand new with new blue carpet and white walls. We decided against it. The rooms were supposedly small, too.
Oh! Upon further reflection, I think it was the US map with pyramids and such that brought me to San Fran — I first got caught up in the sphinx surrounded by advanced preservative technology. I was told the Egyptian relics were disappearing because they were so old. Perhaps there was no one left to believe in them? So it was like in movies — a map as travel’s source.
Map Gateways: Maps are great gateways. Making plans for a vacation? Focus on the destination on a map, dive down into it, and there you are.
Remembering Gateways: It’s easy to miss the transition in gateways. You remember being in one place, then suddenly you’re in another. Here it takes me a minute to piece together that the sphinx on the map was the gateway for my arrival in San Francisco.