Museum Heist

The dream this morning takes place in a major museum somewhere. My younger brother, Brian, works in this museum and the King Tutankhamen exhibition is on display there. My brother has complete unfettered access to the King Tut exhibit. He can disable the alarms and touch, and handle it in any manner he chooses.

Well, Brian and I hatch a plan to steal the well known sarcophagus. Brian lets me into the display and I take many thorough, and exacting measurements with a small tape measure. My task I set for my self is going to be to create a duplicate that is convincing enough to fool everyone long enough to allow our escape with the artefact.

I set to work with chisel and hammer, and other wood craving tools. I am going to create a work of art. I am an artistic person. It is an enormous challenge to create something out of wood and paint, and to replicate the look of real gold and precious stones. An attempt to recreate the sarcophagus with actual l gold would be expensive. The brother and I are not rich and desire to be so. This is what motivates us to pull off this heist.

I awake from the dream in the midst of carving King Tut's face.  I must say it looks beautiful and is extraordinarily like the real thing. I think to myself that the hardest part is going to be getting a gold colour paint to glisten like real gold and fool anybody.

My brother now lives down in Texas and we have not seen each other in a few years. He worked in the oil drilling industry for many years. Now my brother works the counter in a convenience store. He used to send me money when I was hard up. Now I send money to him.

I often used to buy lottery tickets and dream of coming into a fortune. My brother and I worked so hard for so many years to try to get ahead. It has not happened yet. It is not surprising I have had a dream about pulling off a heist. I suppose I have, in some deep unconscious way, a resentful feeling of  being denied success and prosperity.  I consciously deny it affects me, but unconsciously it festers within me, I am sure. It is the nature of being human.

When I was in my teens and twenties I was a very artistic person. I won ribbons at art fairs for my drawings. I never did any carving, but if I had tried my hand at it, I could imagine I would have been very good at it.

We do not know if my forgery of Tutankhamen fooled anyone or if our heist of his grave goods was a success. The conclusion of the story is left unanswered. My gut tells me I became so in love with my success with the carving that I kept it rather than the real thing. I created a thing of beauty rather than stole something someone else did. Perhaps this should be my take away from this dream? It would be best to desire something of my own making rather than some ill gotten gain.

Stealing creates bad karma. My brother and I would have had to melt the gold, and sold it to profit from it. It would be impossible to sell such a hot well known artefact to any private collector and not get caught. To destroy such a work of art would be blasphemous. I imagine it would bring the royal curse on such an individual as well and some gruesome death, or awful fate.  I shudder to think about it.

It could well be the unconscious deliberately chose Tutankhamen to make a point about the possibility and nature of curses. That is a fascinating idea I had not entertained previously. The dream, has so often happens, has given me a load of ideas and concepts to mull over. I never seem to mine every dream completely out of it's riches. The more I think about them, the more gems I seem to find within. hmmmm! Very interesting!