Esoteric Dream School

The dream this morning had me in a university class. It reminded me of the class room I was in when I was in a drama class at Central Michigan University. The instructor was a man name David Icke. David Icke is well known author and lecturer on the subject of UFOs and his biggest claim to fame is his shtick on the bloodlines of the royal families and that they are in fact shape shifting hybrid aliens of an evil extraterrestial race called the Reptilians. Back in the 1980s he claimed to be Christ returned.  The man is nut and he creeps me out.

Well, anyways the class is about esoteric subjects and I think I am enjoying it in spite of my reservations about the man teaching it. Icke has matched me up with a partner in this class. Her name is Belinda. This is a woman I met and worked with roughly thirty years ago. Why we should be here together in this dream is an odd curiosity. I have not seen her or thought of her in years. I wonder where she is today.

Icke comes over to our table. He has divide everyone up into partners to participate in something like a scavenger hunt. Each team gets a map hand drawn up Icke. He has memorized each location and the paths to find hidden items. Icke it seems has some sort of lesson he wants to teach about esoteric research in this assignment. Belinda and I get our map and instructions. I am suddenly awakened from this dream by a raven screeching up a storm outside my window in the driveway. Something has really upset this raven. He seems quite pissed. I lie in bed for about ten minutes just listening to him. I never got up to take a look at him. I cannot tell you the source of his annoyance.

It seems we will not have our curiosity's satisfied at this time about why I am here in this class and what it was Icke had hidden for us to find. That is a disappointment. Perhaps we will revisit this dream on another night and continue where we left off. Sometimes my dreams allow this to happen. Dreams can be relived and continued if you set your intention to do so before hand. I have done it before on rare occasions.

I am not sure I can add much more in the way of analysis on this dream. I am certainly very curious about esoteric teaching and metaphysical things right now.  A university level class on these topics would be very enjoyable. It is a pity that you do not find such subjects taught at most universities. Honestly, putting aside my own prejudices toward Icke, he would be a good candidate professor for just such a job.

Why Belinda? I found her physically attractive those many years ago. She was blond and chain smoked like a chimney. She was that bad girl mother warned you about which made her all the more desirable. My id is a funny damn thing! Stuff crawls around in my ego and subconscious and bubbles up in my dreams. Sexual tensions are always hidden there and never go away it would seem. Which never ceases to surprise and disturb me.