Bird of Prey.
For some time now I have the impression of having dreams of “public” interest. I don’t know when I said I agreed to put myself in service, or if it was the work of vision that I did, or?
So in this dream (and this is the 2nd or 3rd time I’ve done it, I don’t think I’m able to accomplish everything, that’s why it comes back). I am in a cave which is immense and which is in fact a kind of a gorge on the mountainside which rises in spirals, very wide, very marmoreal, grandiose, there are people who live on it, I don’t understand exactly how / or what, but they represent eras, history, things to do, types of populations, they are representative. I am in these immense gorges, I think there is water down there. I advance.
I see (always somewhat by accident) someone from behind painting something on a canvas, I approach, it is a kind of bird taking flight, a bird of prey, which “comes out” of something hand, which rises uttering this characteristic cry of Buzzards when they hunt, the person’s back is turned, but they have Native American features (I KNOW), and their painting suddenly comes “to life” and they transforms into this bird (while it flies away, while it rises very high with its wings) and I SUDDENLY realize that the bird is ME and that I have to chase away some humans. I never really know why I chase them, I don’t know what they did, what I perceive of them, what I understand of them has no meaning and cannot be said in a discursive discourse. I believe the last batch of 3 people escaped. There were 2 who took the place of other humans, they “melted” into them and then pretended to be dead, but were they really dead? As for the third (the leader) he fainted into a wall.
